“Oh?” The amused tone was back with a hint of mischief. Shit. That always spelt trouble. “So you want to make out with me? I didn’t know I caught the attention of the Great Lord Explosion King Murder God Dynamight.” Shinsou hummed. Even the darkness couldn’t hide the shit eating grin he was wearing.
Katsuki had really backed himself into a corner. He barked a laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself troll doll. It’s a fucking game . If you’re too chicken to do it that’s fine.” He sneered. His last cup of whatever hellish alcohol concoction clearly had not hit him properly yet because he regretted his words immediately. He did not want to make out with the smug asshole. Not at all.
He was hot, sure. But not worth the headache. And he was such an asshole. Katsuki was supposed to be the asshole in the relationship. There was no room for another.
Shinsou laughed, it was melodic. Hypnotising. “Ah shit.” He said. He didn’t sound remorseful at all. “You’ve doomed me then prettyboy.”
Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. Bakusquad
Genre: smau, college au, humor, chaos, crack
Warnings: THIS IS CHAOTIC, language, may contain errors
a/n: Had a really hard time making the convos and editing em but I really like the chaos i created mwahahaha. It has a total of 32 photos so i had to squeeze them all into a collage so i can upload them in one part. Hope you like this one.
college au, underage drinking (they're probably 18-20), house party, drinking games, drunk bakusquad, drunk bakugou, plus size y/n implied
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Katsuki was drunk. Like very drunk.
Your first indication of this had been when you got back from the bathroom and he’d pulled you into his lap completely unbothered by anyone else, not giving you a chance to comment. It wasn’t so weird, really, it was something you told him you liked but still felt uncomfortable about, he told you he loved when you did it, and in private, it was often how you ended up. Always somehow on top of one another. Still, you were way too aware of the fact that your feet weren’t hitting the ground, so you couldn’t allocate any of the weight, not that he’d ever complain, especially not now. When you tried to scooch off, he held firm. Luckily, everyone else seemed too preoccupied or out of it themselves to make a comment on how lovey-dovey he was being.
The second indication was the little compliments he kept mumbling to you. A, “you're so pretty,” said quietly, as he kissed your neck had shivers running down your spine. “You're so smart,” he said against the spot behind your ear, making you flush and smile; you weren’t even sure what you'd done for that one. The, “not yet,” spoken with lips again pressed to your shoulder when you announced you hadn’t gotten with anyone at one of Ashido’s parties. The comments were in no way unappreciated they were just unusual coming from him.
You’d managed to avoid getting particularly drunk. When you lost your first hand, you bargained to put an extra finger down instead of taking the shot, happy with where your head was at. You'd just kept doing that, and no one had said anything. The game was still going on, but the bet part of it was kind of moot, and now it was just a fun back and forth. You're pretty sure Katsuki is the only one still thinking of it as a competition. Stubborn and competitive, apparently traits he keeps regardless of his mental state.
His thumb slides into the very upper part of the waistband on your bottoms, swiping back and forth. Nothing particularly inappropriate but way more intimate than either of you normally cared to be in front of others. Though no one else seemed to notice. Alcohol a good excuse for why you're turning pink.
“Do you wanna go to bed?” You turn a little to ask him in a whisper.
“Did I win?” he slurred, blinking slowly and looking back at you hopefully.
You shake your head 'no' slowly, you may not be very drunk, but it's still dizzying. “No winners babe, we’re just playing for fun now.”
You mindlessly run your fingertips across the forearm he has thrown around your waist, holding you against him, hoping those words will be enough to coax him up without too much of a fight. You don’t know how he’s gonna act this drunk, but so far, he’s been incredibly docile.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out again, voice low, making you give him a shy smile. You always kinda knew he thought that, but it was nice to hear it so unabashedly.
Kaminari chooses that moment to call attention to the game again, “Bakugou it’s your turn to say something,” he shouts. You're not sure if he doesn’t realize how loud he’s being because of the alcohol and pounding music or if he just didn’t care.
Katsuki slowly furrows his brow, thinking, then nuzzles into the side of your head and murmurs, “help me?”
You have to stop yourself from cooing and risk ruining the moment. Instead, you give your boyfriend's hand a light squeeze so that he pulls back, and you whisper in his ear. “Say never have I ever dyed my hair.”
He looks at you dazzled, like you're the smartest person in the world, and then faces the rest of the group again. “Never have I ever dyed my hair.”
“Hey, no fair!” Kirishima cried, leaning too far forward and almost falling off the couch.
“That’s already been done before! You gotta say something else,” Kyouka argued.
“No. It’s perfect.” Katsuki tugged you closer, frowning at her. “y/n told me t’say it t’so it has’t’be,” he managed to get out.
Your friend's eye’s go wide at this, or at least the mostly coherent ones, Shinso’s out cold and Ashido walked off at some point and never came back, finally catching on to how far gone your boyfriend actually is. That’s your cue to get him out of there before they can start making fun of him, lest he never agree to come to something like this again.
“No fucking way.” Kaminari leaned forward as if to inspect Katsuki. Shinso slid off his shoulder. Kaminari winced and quickly tried to readjust him back to how he was as he asked, “How much did he have?”
You try and look back at Katsuki, but he’s nestled his head into the crook of your neck, slow-blinking eyelashes tickling you. His thumb still swiping back and forth under your waistband, making you fight shivers.
You sigh and admit, “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he was still taking the game seriously after we all gave up.” The distraction of the game and the fact you had to be the one taking care of Katsuki, the very opposite of what you expected from this night, helping the barely there buzz in your brain fade.
“Is he okay?” Kirishima asked at the same time as Kaminari started looking around and announced, “oh man! Where's everyone else?”
“'M fine.” The only reason you can hear Katsuki mumble is because his mouth is pressed into your neck, right below your ear. You pat his forearm, it would be distracting, but you gotta stop the other blonde.
“Kaminari no!” You hiss.
“What, why not?” He frowned, sounding genuinely confused. You're gonna be nice and blame the alcohol for that.
“Besides the fact he’ll kill you tomorrow?” You raise an eyebrow. You feel Katsuki laugh a little. “There are too many strangers. Get him drunk the next time it’s just us.” You argue, hoping he’s with it enough to not keep trying to get other people to embarrass your boyfriend.
Kyouka’s giggling, watching the exchange, probably just as drunk as Katsuki but handling it completely differently. And though she seems to be finding everything extremely funny, apparently no one else finds her as amusing as him.
“Come onnnn,” Kaminari whined.
You shake your head and look at Kirishima. “Wanna help me get him to bed?”
“I can do it.” Katsuki voices into your shoulder, more aware of the conversation than you expected.
“Okay,” you let out a small laugh and tap his thigh, then move to get off his lap, but he holds you tight. “You gotta let go of me ‘Ki,” you giggle again; if anything, he only held tighter.
“Don’t wanna.”
“How else are we gonna go upstairs?” You question, running your fingers along his forearm again, your friends watching with way too much amusement.
He replies in a tone that can’t be described as anything except for adoring with words he’d usually throw with a good helping of snark. “You’re so’smart, figure it out.”
“At the very least, let me get Sero and Midoriya,” Kaminari begs, apparently no longer able to watch this silently and have the show all to himself.
“No.” You reply quickly, then shift a little so you can whisper to Katsuki, “if you let go, we can go upstairs and cuddle.”
“Promise?” He lifts his head slowly to look up at you hopefully.
“Promise.” You smile back, and this time when you move to slide off his lap, he begrudgingly lets you, keeping his arms around your waist as he follows you to stand.
“You guys good?” Kirishima checks, coming to a wobbly stand of his own.
“Of course,” Katsuki answers before you can.
You shrug, hands over Katsuki's around your waist as he leans onto you. “Yeah, but can you find Ashido? She didn’t say which room we could stay in.”
“On it.” Kirishima salutes and then stumbles off.
You don’t really have high hopes of his return. You know he gets super friendly drunk and will probably stop to talk to every single person and end up forgetting entirely what you asked.
You turn back to Kaminari. “Good luck with those two.” You gesture between Shinso and Kyouka.
“Please get some evidence of this!” He calls back as you start to make your way to the stairs. You don’t respond, just throw a middle finger up in lew of Katuski being able to.
Getting through the throngs of people still crowded in Ashido’s house is way easier than you expected. The crowd almost subconsciously parting for Katsuki’s still grumpy outer appearance despite the fact that he’s clinging to you like a lost child, practically attached chest to back. He’s gone back to mumbling words into your scalp, making you stumble until, finally, you reach the stairs.
You scan the crowd trying to spot Ashido to no avail. You decide to wait a few minutes, but if you don’t find her, you’ll go upstairs and take whatever free room there is. Katsuki leans against the wall, one hand around your waist, the other intertwined with yours, his head resting against yours.
“You smell so nice.” Each word comes out low, slow, and a little slurred with the next, but it still makes you smile.
You never would have guessed this is what Katsuki would be like drunk, maybe the sleepiness, the party was way later than he normally went to bed, even if you factored in the few hours later you managed to move his sleep schedule (in the summer) to accommodate you wanting to stay up and do more than stay in and watch a movie. The unfiltered compliments were what surprised you. He was so loving and cute, you loved his normal behavior, but you couldn’t say this wasn’t appreciated and very much boosting your ego.
You raise your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of his hand. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You respond.
He raises his head at that and moves so he's facing you. “Y’think 'm pretty?” His smile is a little lopsided but big.
You grin back. “The prettiest.”
He pouts and shakes his head, which makes you dizzy just to watch. “Can’t be. You’re th’prettiest.”
You hold his cheek, and he leans into it, fighting drooping eyelids. “We can be the prettiest together.”
He gives you another silly-looking adorable smile. “Yeah.” He squeezes your waist. “So smart.”
You stare at each other for a second, or, well, you stare, Katuski blinks a lot but doesn’t look away. You press what’s meant to be a quick kiss to his lips, but when you pull away, he follows you, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. So, despite the heavy taste of a mix of liquors, you let him kiss you again. It’s sloppy, a little more on the wet side, but fun. With the pounding music and background buzz of your brain, you're both able to let go, forget that you’re in an overly crowded house party, and just enjoy the messy drunk kiss.
Katsuki finds your waist pulling you flush against him. He doesn’t care at all about where you are. Only you can hear the breathy moans he lets out despite the loud music as his hands dip lower, pawing at your ass. He might not care in his drunken state, but you still do, despite the warmth tugging at your lower belly.
You pull away, pants shared between you smelling strongly of alcohol. Before Katsuki can pout too much, you turn back around, your back to his chest so he can rest his head against yours again, so you don’t need to be holding up his head, he squeezes you tight. You can feel him stiff against your back, his hands holding you close, one grazing the bottom of your boob. You let him get away with that as you mindlessly shake your hips to the music, casually grinding against him as is appropriate for this type of party, still keeping an eye out for Ashido. He groans again, breath hot against your ear. The thin fabric of your underwear is holding back a flood.
“You said we were goin’ t’bed.” You can hear his pout.
“We are baby. I don’t know which room we’re allowed to use.”
“Okay.” He whined, and you know you shouldn’t smile, but he’s so cute you can’t help it.
You glance around for Ashido one more time, but still don’t see her. You do, however, accidentally make eye contact with Midoriya and Uraraka, who both smile and start walking over, fingers intertwined, red solo cups in their free hands.
You try to move Katsuki’s hands so you look a little more appropriate, it only kind of works, his arms looped around your waist keeping you flush against him. They don’t seem to notice anyway, their expressions morphing into worry when they get a better look at Katsuki almost falling asleep on top of you.
“Is Kacchan okay?” Midoriya asked once he got close enough you could hear him over the blasting music.
“Yeah, just had a little too much.” You assure, Katsuki squeezed you closer and muttered another, “'m fine.” into your hair.
“Oh good.” Midoriya looked relieved, smiling fondly when Katsuki nuzzled into you more. “Do you need help?”
“No, but thank you.” You almost shake your head, but Katsuki’s weight on top of you stops it, then you think. “Actually, have you seen Ashido? I don't know what room to go to.”
“No, I’m sorry.” He looked so apologetic you almost felt bad for even asking.
“Oh!” Uraraka spoke up, “I remember the guest room from last time we stayed over; I can show you!”
“Really? That would be awesome.” You sighed in relief, smiling back at her.
“No problem.” She grinned. “Follow me.” She began to walk upstairs, looking back and waiting for you to follow.
Thankfully no other partygoers were blocking the way, so you figured getting Katsuki up would be easy enough. Midoriya moved to help, but Katsuki shrugged him off.
“Don’ need your help.” He tugged at you. “The strongest.”
Midoriya looked at you, unsure of what he should do.
You shrug as best you can with your boyfriend hanging off of you. “We’ll be good. Just catch him if he falls back, I guess.”
“Got it.” Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, moving to the back of the line, hands up to catch Katsuki as he held onto you as you went.
Walking up the stairs was surprisingly easy, Katsuki only stumbling a few times, but you or Midoriya were always there to keep him steady, and in no time, Uraraka was showing you the room.
“Thanks.” You smiled gratefully at her, Katsuki still hanging off of you even though you tried pointing him to the bed.
“No problem,” she assured, smiling back.
“Here.” Midoriya handed you his red solo cup, you raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s water.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his head.
You cringed as you took the cup. “Thank you, I didn’t even think about that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you and Katsuki a kind smile, and then they both said their good nights and wandered back downstairs. You shut the door.
Well, Kaminari sorta got his wish.
“Okay, ready for bed Katsuki?” You put the cup down on the desk in the corner and turn in his arms, patting his chest as you look up at him.
“Y’gonna stay?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course.” You smile back.
He wrapped his arms around you and then picked you up, stumbling the short distance to the bed. “Katsuki!” You barely had a chance to squeal before you both collapse into the bed, him on top of you only half in.
“Good.” He declared into your chest.
“C’mon.” You pat his back giggling.
Slowly he stood back up, giving you a chance to scoot back and sit properly before he collapsed again on his back beside you. You take off your shoes and then turn to your boyfriend whose looking up at you, smiling wide.
“Can you take off your shoes?” you ask, prepared to help him, but he just nodded and moved to do it with no argument.
“Did it.” He grinned after he tossed them to the side.
“Good job,” you laugh and pat his chest, which just makes his smile widen. “Okay, into bed now,” you say, pulling the blanket back so you can both crawl in.
“Ts’warm.” He grumbled, ignoring the blanket, and took off his shirt. Or, well, he tried to but got stuck inside, arms up over his head, unable to move further.
“Here, lemme help.” You fight a laugh and grab the bottom of his shirt and pull, gently pulling his arms and head out properly.
As soon as he was free of his shirt-prison, he went back to staring at you. “You’re th’bes’,” his words slurring more now that sleep was right there, “I love y’so much.” He smiled, not taking his eyes off you as he laid his head down on his pillow. Then he frowned and pulled at your shirt. “'ts’hot take it off.” He smiled wide again and then stated, with a weird amount of emphasis on each word, "I’ll help.”
You smile back and run your fingers through his hair. You only want to take off your bra, and, honestly, it would probably be easier without Katsuki. “I can do it, but thank you. You’re the best, and I love you too.”
“No, you.” He just barely grumbled out before pouting, “lemme help.”
You can’t fight the little laugh that escapes, “Okay, if I get stuck, you can help.”
“Good.” He grinned wide, showing off his pointed canines.
You slip the straps off without taking off your shirt, then put your hands underneath to take off your bra, but Katsuki must have taken that as you getting stuck because he started to pull up the hem of your shirt, you decided to just slip your arms out rather than argue again, it would be easier and probably more comfortable anyway.
“Pretty,” he mumbled as your chest was bared to him, not giving a second thought to your now discarded shirt as he moved his hands to cup your breasts.
You suck in a breath when he flicks a finger over your hardening nipple, and he gives you a lazy smile in return. You’re both tired, but the warmth of his palms against the freshly exposed, sensitive skin felt good and you were still wanting from your earlier makeout, so you don’t stop Katsuki when he dips his head to take a tit in his mouth.
He sucked on the aroused peak, letting out a happy groan as his tongue flicked over it, his other hand lazily teasing your other sweetly curved mound. You bite your lip to stop from being too loud, not trusting the pounding music to hide your moans from the party downstairs. You rock back and forth a little, needing friction that your not getting as you clench around nothing. Katsuki bites a little too hard and you gasp, broken out of your aroused reverie, reminded that he’s really too drunk for this, even as he licked over the offended area at the same time as he pinched your other pink peak.
“‘Ki” You try to sound stern so he stops, and you can go to sleep, but it comes out like moaned praise.
Katsuki sucks off with a wet pop that has you sighing in disappointment even though you know it’s for the best. Before you can suggest rest, he’s locked back on you, lips tracing all your exposed skin, leaving kisses across your flesh, lazy and loving. His hands cupping and massaging your heaving, flushed chest.
“‘M happy you're all mine,” he murmured against your skin. You feel his eyelashes butterfly kiss your sternum.
You run your fingers through his hair, sighing fondly. “I love you Katsuki.” You can feel him smile against you, slow and sleepy, “I’m happy you're all mine too.”
He kisses you again, a languid trail up to your lips, his hands finding the waistband of your bottoms, and you decide, unfortunately, it's time to try for bed again.
“Do you wanna go to sleep, baby?”
He pauses to pout at you, but his eyelids are drooping, and when you nod, he does too. You give him a few quick pecks leading him to lie down. You think he’s out cold the second his head hits the pillow. Features soft and content. You were lucky to be one of the few people able to see him at his most relaxed, and you liked taking advantage of it every-time you could, even as you fought your own drooping eyelids. Half-heartedly you think about grabbing his shirt to sleep in but don’t know where it is in the dark of the room, and skin-to-skin is definitely appealing, even with the risk of someone possibly walking in.
Katsuki’s eyes flutter back open, and he frowns at you. “C’mere.” He pats the spot beside him
“Yeah.” You crawl into the spot, shuffling a little under the blanket, he immediately throws his arm over you.
You stare at each other, breaths evening out, matching pace, blinking slow, eyelids half-lidded. It’s a little more intimate than you ever would have guessed the end of a party could be, in a random bed you didn’t really expect to end up staying in, but it feels right.
Deciding one video won’t hurt, you pull out your phone, screen facing you so you can see that the videos recording both of you laying down. You get Katsuki to say a few more things, but then he pushes your hand down and demands sleep, so you comply, cuddling up with him, your face against his flushed chest.
“Wanted this all night.” He mumbled before passing out.
genre: a trio of fools in love, prohero/aged-up au, fluff
warning(s): an itty-bitty-bit of insecurity on baku's side if you squint. drinking, bakugou tries to be intimidating but he's just drunk, bakugou also cries a lil uhoh, denki kaminari is stirring the pot an empty pot, but a pot, mina and deku with die with kiribaku/y/n, metnions/hints at tododeku & kamijirou
w.count: 4k
synopsis: during joint efforts of hero work, a portion of the former hero class-a find themselves together again. so what do they do? go out drinking of course.
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Katsuki sat cross-armed and annoyed in the passenger seat of his boyfriend’s car. The radio was on, but was so quiet it was barely heard over the sound of the car itself as it was driven down the street. Stopped briefly at a spotlight, the red signal lit up the interior and bathed Katsuki in the color of his current emotion.
Eijirou cleared his throat as he tapped on the wheel, waiting for the red to turn green. Katsuki must’ve felt the redhead’s brain telling him to speak up because the moment his chin dropped and his mouth opened, the blonde was first to fire.
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Eijirou whined. Katsuki tutted and looked out his window as you popped your head up between the two front seats.
“Is he still pouting?” You ask, hunched forward as your elbows rested together on the center console, squishing your upper body in the thin gap. Katsuki quickly turned to his head towards you with furrowed brows ready to argue.
“I’m not pouting!”
“Okay, whining.”
“Fuck you! I don’t whine!”
“Ei?” You ignored your blonde boyfriend’s fuming and turned to your box-dyed one instead.
“Definitely whining.”
You erupt into laughter as Katsuki explodes in animated defense of himself. He was clearly not pouting and most certainly not whining. He’s never whined a day in his life! The light finally changes and Eijirou is quick to comply with traffic laws and begins driving again.
“Babe, sit back in your seat please,” the sharp toothed sweetheart advises.
“And put your fuckin’ seatbelt on,” Katsuki huffed in addition as he finally calms down and sits back in his own seat, glaring through the windshield while he recrosses his arms across his chest.
You slide back into the backseat properly and pull your seatbelt across your front as you turn your sights to outside the car window. The sun had set not too long ago as the night was young and the city lights whipped by in small flares.
The car fell silent again as both men took turns glancing at you in the rearview mirror. You suddenly piped up again- a thought coming to your mind.
“Oh yeah; hey Ei-”
“Sit back stupid!” Katsuki hissed as you leaned forwards again and spoke over his hissing to address Eijirou from behind his headrest.
“-Kaminari texted you the bar location earlier right?”
“Yesss,” he drew out, a smile on his lips as he made a turn that made you tilt in your seat before you straightened back out.
“Which bar are we meeting at anyways?”
“Why?” He lightly asked. “Afraid that you’ll fall asleep back there if it’s too far?” He teased me. Long car rides always made you sleepy, even if you got inside the car wide awake. Too long inside and you were fighting a nap. You missed the smirk that pulled on Katsuki’s face due to your own fluster at Eijirou’s teasing. If he weren’t driving right now, you would’ve whacked his head bit.
With a pout, you slumped back in your seat again and crossed both your arms and legs. Katsuki watched you in the rearview and chuckled.
“Now who’s pouting?”
Your pursed lips didn’t last long as Eijirou took another turn and slowly maneuvered into a small parking lot in front of a little pub. In front of the neon lit establishment was the small group of friends that you had made plans with prior that day. You soon became giddy like a child at an ice cream parlor- but you hadn’t hung out or seen some of them in so long due to work and distance, so- could you really be blamed?
As Eijirou parked and you and Katsuki worked on unbuckling your seatbelts, you caught their attention before you all left the car.
“Ah- hey! Wait a sec guys.” They both turned to look at you through the gap between the seats. You quickly leaned forward and kissed both of their cheeks quickly. “You two go ahead and drink tonight. I'll stay sober and get us all back to our homes when the party’s over.”
“Wait, but what-” before they could argue or try and debate against your decision about you needing to drink and enjoy yourself tonight like everyone else, you had hopped out of the car. You ran towards the group, Mina catching you in her sights first as she trapped you in her arms when you were within reach. She hugged you like you had been gone for a thousand years but you didn’t mind. She gave really, really good hugs.
Your two men were slower in their approach. Katsuki’s hands were shoved into his joggers that he was insistent on wearing out instead of a nice pair of jeans because he didn’t want to be here in the first place. The ever-friendly Eijirou waved at everyone as he got closer with Katsuki beside him. Breaking away from Mina, Eijirou’s hand went to your back, rubbing it softly out of pure habit.
Out of your two boyfriends’, Eijirou was much more open with touching in public than Katsuki. On a good day, Katsuki may sling his arm around your shoulders walking down the street, but one glance at him right now and it was obvious he still wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here so there was no chance of anything affectionate in your public future.
Your little drinking group was small with only Kaminari, Sero, Mina, Eijirou, Katsuki and yourself. Though, you did overhear from Sero that Izuku and Todoroki would be stopping by later to join the rest of the group after their patrol shifts have ended. You hope the guys would be sober enough to greet them properly by the time they get here.
The group of you strolled inside and migrated to a space in an open corner. Pushing two tables together and leaving two open chairs for the two stranglers on their way later on.
You were happy that a round of light beers and even small glasses of water with random appetizers were ordered to the table before anyone began to actually drink to get drunk tonight. It made you feel a little less wary when your friends would all start getting buzzed and then subsequently smashed. The food and water would help them in the long run.
It was about an hour into the fun when Todoroki and Izuku arrived and greeted everyone, taking their respective reserved seats. Watching the two order as you sipped on your soda, you were shocked to see Izuku ordering a beer and Todoroki settling with a lightly iced tea. You reached over and tapped the bi-color haired man’s shoulder.
“How long did it take you to convince Izuku to let you DD tonight?” You joke as he chuckles to himself.
“Longer than necessary. Took nearly the entire ride here.” His eyes found Kaminari gulping down a mug filled with beer and tilted his head questioningly. “Jirou didn’t come?” You understood his confusion. It wasn’t often the walking charger went out drinking without his girlfriend, much less for her to pass up the chance to be with friends. You shook your head at his question.
“She told us she was too swamped with work tonight, so she took a pass. Guess she’s got a lot of paperwork on her plate right now."
He nodded. “You’re not drinking either?”
“Nope.” You took a drink, feeling the carbonation bubbling in your mouth before you swallowed the gulp of bubbles. “I wanted the guys to have fun tonight. Ei doesn’t get to drink all that often because he DD’s for Katsuki and I all the time. So, I decided I’d take a turn.”
“How generous of you.”
“Thank you,” you lit up as you took another drink of your nonalcoholic drink. In truth, you sort of wished you could drink, but you were firm in your decision. It was one of the few chances the guys could relax, so you didn’t mind in the grand scheme. If you really wanted to drink, you’d just do so when you got back to your place and you had nowhere else to go for the night.
Part of you wondered if you should just stay at Katsuki and Eijirou’s place tonight to keep an eye on them. They had been living together for just over a year now, but you were hesitant to move in since you didn’t make quite as much money as they did. Living with them was something you wanted to do when you were more financially stable so you didn’t feel like a leech. Although, Katsuki was convinced that if he asked and bugged you enough about it, he’d wear you down and you’d just move right on in.
He keeps thinking wrong. Though, his near constant attempts to get you to move in were flattering in their own way.
Glancing over, you saw that Eijirou looked to be nursing on his alcohol of choice for the evening, sipping it and taking his time. Probably so that when the time comes to go home he would probably feel buzzed, but he’d still be able to take care of Katsuki who is no doubt going to be hammered come night’s end; his alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly impressive. The blond's cheeks were already tinted the slightest shade of pink and he had only drank a little so far.
The night, as it always does, dwelled onwards as the small group all drank and eventually the sobriety fizzled out into a buzz that soon bubbled into drunk and further. Mina was always a loud drunk, wanting to do tricks and talk about everything and anything with the filter on her mouth absolutely gone. Sero, just a bit tipsy, watched in amusement as she was currently latched onto Izuku, trying to pry out information about his relationship with Todoroki and how they were doing- among other things.
You laughed at them as Kirishima egged her on in good fun that made the green haired man’s cheeks warm in tandem with the alcohol in his system that flushed his freckled skin. Todoroki just sat idly, sipping peacefully on his tea as his partner got questioned mercilessly. He hid a smile behind the rim of his glass when Izuku called on him for help.
While the attention was elsewhere, Kaminari took his chance to play a little drunk prank on the slouched over Katsuki who was six drinks in and already sloshed. His head down on the table to block the bar lights, that despite being dim, he claimed to be brighter than the fuckin' sun. Though, even when he was sober, Kaminari liked pranking and meddling too much for his own good. But drunk Katsuki was too good a target to pass up.
You had just left the table since nature was screaming insistently at you to relief the pain in your lower gut. Mina had offered to go with you, but you were afraid she'd start climbing the bathroom stalls in fits of random, off-key karaoke if she did tag along. So you politely declined her offer and went on your own.
“Hey, hey, Kacchan,” the sparky blond whispered as he lowered his head to the explosive blond with his hand cupped around his mouth towards his ear. Katsuki groaned, a small signal that his attention was snagged- at least momentarily. “Want to know a super secret?” Kaminari, even drunk, knew that Katsuki under the influence had no filter, the shittiest memory ever, and the emotional bandwidth of soggy bread.
“What do you want, fuck head,” he groaned, turning his head to rest his cheek on his arm that rested on the tabletop as he squinted at the bar lights.
“I heard that Kirishima is dating y/n.”
On a typical day, Katsuki would have looked at Kaminari like he was completely braindead, followed by a ‘no shit’ comment considering that it was old news to literally everyone. But today was not a typical night with Katsuki’s drunken mind moving like a clogged rain drain.
Immediately he sat up and slammed the sides of his fists on the table. A screeching “what?!” tearing from his throat as he whipped his head around. His blurred vision searched for the spiky head of red hair and before long he found it literally sat next to him. He narrowed his eyes, squinting at Eijirou before his hand shot out and snagged a fist full of his t-shirt collar.
Eijirou was yanked down to the slouched level of Katsuki’s red flushed face and his teeth-bared frown. Eijirou though that if his brows furrowed any further his eyes would disappear under their shadows.
Eijirou was shocked of course when he was yanked to Katsuki’s level and even more shocked to see his boyfriend fuming. He was so angry that his eyes even seemed glossy for more reasons than just his alcohol consumption.
“Kats-”
“That’s not fuckin’ fair shitty hair!” There was a beat of silence between the two and a hiccup here and there before Eijirou broke it with a simple-
“Huh?” Just a quick little sound, but it irked Katsuk’s drunk brain.
“Oh, don’t try to hide it! Dunce face told me allll about it!” He lazily pointed back to Kaminari looking anywhere but the two, cheeks blazing with beer-blood. “So, you think you can just date y/n without telling me huh?!”
“W-wait a second,” Eijirou said, trying to deescalate the situation.
“No! It’s not fair! I’ve known her longer than you- she went to the same middle school as me!”
“Yes, I know that, but Kats-”
“Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean you can just- just- just waltz in here and take her from me!” He shook the red head by his collar a few times. “In fact, it’s super unfair because you live with me! ME! You’re mine goddammit,” he hiccupped his curse as his voice broke.
From going to claiming Eijirou stole you to claiming Eijirou was his, Kaminari wheezed as he banged his fist on the table. Eijirou shot him a glare. Katsuki didn't like when he looked away.
“Hey!”
“Y-yes!” His attention was back on his boyfriend thanks to his barking.
“You’re listening to me! Don’t look at dunce face, I’m talking to you!”
“Yes. Yes you are, Katsuki. But just let me-”
“Y/n is waaaay too good for you!” He hiccupped once more, adding in a low “too good for me too,” in a lowered voice. He sniffled a few times as Eijirou began to panic. Oh god, his boyfriend was about to cry- what the fuck does he do now?!
“Uh,” your voiced returned to the table from behind Eijirou’s back and Katsuki’s head shot up at your voice. “Is everything okay?” The blond immediately let go of Eijirou and shot up from his chair, stumbling over Eijirou’s in pursuit of you. He threw his arms over you, slumping into you as you scrambled to both keep him upright and keep yourself from tumbling back due to his weight and unpresidented charge. You grabbed his waist, holding him tightly so he didn’t slip off where he rested on your shoulder.
“I’m a fuckin’ better boyfriend than box-dye and bandanas,” he whined as you just blinked. Kaminari’s laughter that barked out like a fox added in with Sero immediately tapping it shut, his elbow raised towards the man gave you enough hints that whatever was happening was his fault.
“Katsuki, listen to me,” Eijirou stood up and whined into his boyfriend’s ear. He was only met with weak, drunken flicks of the wrist in a weak shooing motion. He teetered and Eijirou was quick to grab his hips, holding him up against you. He started to soothe his thumbs against his boyfriend’s sides through his shirt and you thought you felt the blond nearly purr into your neck where he still stayed hidden.
“What’s happened baby, hmm? Tell me,” you coo and Katsuki started playing with your shirt’s hem, sniffling every now and then. Thankfully the bar was still pretty bustling and busy so having Katsuki hang off you with Eijirou rubbing his hips to calm him down wasn’t exactly something that stood out among the other patrons.
“Why are you dating Eijirou and not me?” He whined. Your heart squeezed as you looked at Eijirou for a little bit more info.
“I think Kaminari told him we were dating and purposely left Kats, out.”
“Ohh,” you cooed again as you pushed your cheek against the top of Katsuki's head. By now, Mina had damn near leapt over the table and was tossing around the bright blond who caused this mess by his shoulders. You watched with small laughter as she drunkenly got onto him for causing a problem with the poly relationship she’s been admiring and supporting since high school come hell or high water- and if something happened to it because of his prank that he’s a deadman walking.
You almost felt bad for him being jerked around like that by a very drunk pink-skinned, over hyperactive high school friend because of a prank, but that sliver of pity was basically squashed with each sniffle or hiccup into your neck by the affected party of said prank.
“Katsuki, did Kaminari tell you that we weren’t dating?” He just nodded, even though Kaminari most definitely didn’t not say that he wasn’t included, just purposely left him out. “Well, want to know a secret?”
“No, the last secret hurt my feelings,” he pouted. Eijirou rubbed his back soothingly, trying to coax him into a better mood. A moment later he was huffing, giving in. “Okay fine, what’s the secret.”
“While it is true that Eijirou and I are dating,” Katsuki whined as he pushed his cheek into your shoulder hiding his face further from sight. The action made you chuckle at him since was acting like a spoiled child. “We’re both also dating you.” He tensed up, shooting his head back up to look straight at you.
“Seriously?!” You curled your lips inwards holding back laughter at the drunken stars in his eyes at the groundbreaking discovery. You nodded as he looked over his shoulder to Eijirou who was just smiling at him, still rubbing his back. “So, boyfriend?” He pointed at the redhead.
“Yup.”
“And girlfriend?” He pointed back to you.
“Absolutely.”
He took a pause for a moment before he pushed his pointer finger against his sternum. “Both mine?” He let his head fall back into your shoulder as he grabbed for Eijirou’s shirt, tugging him closer to the both of you. You felt his body shake with fits of giggles you just barely heard over the bar ambiance. You don't bring up the fact that your shoulder is damp again, no doubt brought to drunken tears from the truth Kaminari held back from him. “I fuckin’ won.”
After calming Katsuki down, you looked to see Izuku in a fit of tears with Todoroki trying to console him.
“Oh my god, Izuku! What happened?!” You cried, but you were unable to turn fully to the pair as Katsuki still held you firmly in place against him.
Todoroki looked up at you with a lopsided grin. “Watching everything made him emotional. He thought you were going to break up with Bakugou and got upset.”
“Aww,” Eijirou cooed. “I didn’t know Midoriya cared so much!”
Todoroki just nodded. “Yeah. He’s really supportive of you guys, so seeing the whole thing made him think it was all falling apart. He’ll be fine.” You just shook your head as you brought your hand up to Katsuki’s head and your other to Eijirou’s cheek.
“Guys, let’s wrap it up for tonight and head home.”
Katsuki wordlessly nodded against you as Eijirou agreed, putting one small kiss to Katsuki’s hand that he removed from his shirt to grab your things. With a round of quick goodbyes, and a message to Mina to be easy on Kaminari, the three of you were walking out. Or rather, Eijirou and you were escorting a stumbling and clumsy Katsuki out.
Placing him into the back, Katsuki almost immediately rolled onto the cushion and fell asleep. You hoped he’d be able to wake up enough when you got him home to drink some water so his headache you knew he’d have in the morning won’t be so aggressive.
You slid into the driver's seat and adjusted the height and proximity of the seat to the dash and wheel, since Eijirou happens to be a giant who needs the seat practically on the car floor. The redhead plopped himself into the passenger and buckled up as you adjusted your mirrors and soon brought the engine to life.
The ride home was uneventful and quick. The late night had thinned traffic considerably and Ejiirou kept a quiet conversation so as to not accidentally wake up Katsuki in the back, though you didn’t think sound would really stir him at the moment. He was a pretty heavy sleeper when drunk.
Getting the blond out of the car and inside the house was harder than getting him in the car since when he was shook awake, he was only really moving about as much as a caterpillar- in small inches. He was drowsy and dizzy and tired, and you knew that. You were just content on getting him into bed.
When you did, you and Eijirou stepped into the kitchen for a moment to talk. You were ready to tell him goodnight and to instruct him to watch over Katsuki while you headed home, when he stopped your retreat to the door.
“You could just stay over tonight.”
“Ei,” you sigh. You knew you could, but it was late, Katsuki was passed out drunk in bed already and Eijirou looked pretty tired himself. You just wanted to let them both rest for the remainder of the night. He pursed his lips, grabbing your hands and swinging him lazily around.
“Please? Kats would love to wake up to you in the morning, especially after his little fit.”
Curse him and his puppy dog eyes.
You were quick to cave and were soon crawling into bed with him and joining your other boyfriend, changed into one of his shirts for nighttime comfort. Taking positions on opposite sides of Katsuki since he was smack dab in the middle of the bed, you hooked your leg over one of his and placed your hand on his stomach. Eijirous was quick to join, covering your hand ontop Katsuki.
“Goodnight baby,” Eijirou purred in victory as you rolled your eyes, but still smiled.
“G’night, Eijirou.”
The next morning Katsuki woke first and the moment his eyes blinked open, he hissed and clamped them shut again. His head pounded and he brought one of his hands to his forehead, his forefinger and thumb rubbing against his temples.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “I’m never drinking again,” he whined in a fit of pain- obviously that was a lie and he knew it. Pushing himself to sit up, he felt a weight on his stomach and across his waist. Dropping his hand, he saw both your and Eijirou’s arms over his middle. You sleeping on your side while Eijirou had rolled onto his stomach during the night. He felt your leg tangled up with his as Eijirou was face first into his pillow with his feet peeking out from under the blankets.
He didn’t remember a goddamn thing after he started drinking last night, but his face felt stiff for some reason and his nose was a little stuffy. He rubbed the back of his head and cursed.
“Fuck this,” he groaned again, flopped back down onto the mattress. Whatever happened, he’d ask about it later. All he knew, was right now both of his partners were sleeping next to him, so he was going the fuck back to sleep too.
Later on, when he did ask what happened the night before, he wished he had just stayed ignorant.
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a/n: no but this was sorta refreshing to write?? like it was just a good time lol. lowkey tho, if kiri was the one getting hammered, he's 100% just a sleepy drunk, so good luck dragging around a giant boulder bc he's not gonna be walking lol
“Whatever,” you said, downing a fourth shot. “You only care about the photos, anyway.”
Bakugou glanced at you, squinting. “How much of an idiot are you?”
“It’s true, isn’t it? Mr. Pro Hero?” You poked your finger into his shoulder. “Looking good is all you care about. For the public eye, for all the fans. Just say it already. You won’t be hurting my—”
“(y/n).”
Hearing him say your first name shook you to the core. It had always been “(l/n)” or “idiot” or “dumbass” in brusque Bakugou fashion.
Although he hired you as his personal photographer, you passed sneaky glances at each other—always snapping back to professional protocol. The attraction became clear after your first few sessions together. Having the camera pressed up to your eye, admiring his sculpted form, his wildly kinetic grin—even his all-bark attitude—it was hard not to like the guy.
You stared at him now. His flaming eyes glanced at your lips—a brief moment—before snapping up to meet your gaze.
“What?” you asked coyly.
He turned away, clipping the tension between you two. He downed his fourth shot, one swift motion that left him swaying slightly. Not quite drunk.
But you were drunk. Real drunk.
You didn’t intend for this to happen. It was a long day of hero work, and he’d dragged you along to snap photos of him doing God knows what, blowing up shit and posing in his new hero gear. Strangely enough, later that day, Bakugou had the urge to dress up and grab drinks at a fancy bar—rounds were on him, he said—and so, boom, here you were. Unfortunately, you were a lightweight, and the blond himself appeared to be, too.
He downed another shot, a little too quickly. He then slapped it on the counter, hiccuping as he rubbed the glass between his fingertips.
Was he… nervous?
“(y/n),” he started, your name slurring slightly on his tongue. “You’re really fuckin’ dumb if you think I only come to you for your slightly-above-average photography skills.”
You took the compliment.
“Then what do you come for, Katsuki?”
First name basis? you hoped. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he had this sly smirk on his face, the real crooked kind that made him look both hot and stupid at the same time. His tie had come undone, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. God damn.
He blinked down at you in that red dress, his eyes savoring you. For once it seemed he was at a loss for words. Brashly, he tsked and found his bearings.
“I would ask you the same. Clearly I don’t pay you enough.”
“I asked you first,” you said, elbows on the counter. You leaned a little too close to him.
“You’re an idiot.”
He didn’t bother moving—in fact, his shoulder bumped into yours.
“You’re the idiot for hiring me.”
You couldn’t take it. Bakugou was so close you could smell him—the cinnamon-anise mixture, his hot breath tinged with alcohol. He kept glancing at your lips, leaning unsteadily.
And all at once you snatched his loose tie and dragged him down, his hands flying to your waist—a clash of lips against lips, tongue against tongue, teeth on teeth—your heart set ablaze, something between you both so bright and blurry and fucking amazing.
Bakugou squeezed the small of your back, sliding his hand down your ass and pressing into you. You couldn’t help but groan softly at his touch.
You pulled away after a good minute, staring intently at each other. You still had his tie in your grasp. Slowly, you let go.
“I think you answered your own question,” he said, voice husky and soft. He called another round of shots, then tipped one to his lips.
You did the same. You grinned, but suddenly faltered as you asked, “Are—are we just drunk?”
Bakugou brought his face down again, brushing his lips across yours. Teasing you. Making you wait.
“Are we just drunk?”
You answered him with a kiss. You pressed into him, tugging gently on his tie to bring him closer. “I definitely am. But this doesn’t change my feelings.” You paused. “Does it change yours?”
He hiccuped, and for the first time you noticed just how red his face was. He grinned toothily. “Hang on—me? Drunk? Fuck that. Fuck your photos. Also, can I fuck you?”
Your cheeks were on fire. “You are fucking drunk.”
Bakugou laughed this slow, slurred laugh. You’d never heard or seen him like this. It was strangely adorable.
“Whatever.” He kissed you this time. Softly. Lingering a mere inch from your lips, he said, “But to answer your question—no. It doesn’t change how I feel at all, (y/n).”
“Then let’s get out of here.”
You leaned on each other, laughing stupidly as you called a cab. The driver glanced up awkwardly at the rear view. You were all over each other in the backseat, Bakugou tugging your hips into his, your hands in his hair. Your minds swirled in a dizzying haze—but fuck it—you wanted each other. Bad.
“My place,” he spluttered out between fervent kisses.
You nodded emphatically.
Even as you both nearly fell out of the cab, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making your way through the apartment building, halfway into the elevator he pressed you up against the wall and ground his hips into you, moaning gruffly into your ear.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes,” you gasped, your cheek mashed into the elevator mirror. In it, you could see yourselves—Bakugou rubbing crudely against you, your helpless, lolling expression.
“Yeah? Yeah?”
You nodded as he gripped your ass and bit your earlobe.
“That’s right, that’s my girl.”
The elevator pinged, and you took that opportunity to press off and clutch him by his shirt collar, pushing him out into the hall until his heels hit the wall.
“How do you like that?” you teased, already reaching for his belt buckle.
“Dumbass,” he hissed, and bent down and kissed your neck, sucking, murmuring your name against your skin. “Let me… get my keys…”
“I got ‘em,” you whispered, but instead ripped his belt off and started unbuttoning his slacks.
“Ah—ah—stop stroking, idiot…” Bakugou grunted, refusing to let out the beautiful moans you knew he had in him.
“What’s the magic word?” you insisted slyly.
He shook his head. “Fuck off.”
“Not even close, baby.”
He grunted again and finally managed to yank out his keys, now shoving you roughly into the opposite wall. He chuckled darkly. “You thought you had me, hah?”
He was able to wriggle his front door open and you both burst in, a hot, drunk mess of hands and eager hips. Bakugou tugged your dress up and rammed you against his door. He lifted you and ordered you to wrap your legs around his waist. You did as you were told, your lips crashing into his.
“Fuck me good,” you said, smirking.
“With pleasure.”
Hands wrapped securely about you, your thighs squeezing his waist, he moved his pelvis up against you and the door.
“Ah—yeah, yeah baby, you’re so good,” he murmured, placing kisses all along your chest and collarbone as he kept his stride against you.
“Oh, Katsuki…”
You couldn’t help but moan his first name. It felt so right on your lips. He felt so right inside you. Together, you were meant to be here, right here, in this exact moment.
You bit your nails into his back, clawing at the fabric of his dress shirt.
Pumping his hips into you—you grinding back, pressing tight—closer, closer—
Your voices rang in unison. Breath hitching, chests heaving, he slackened his grip on you. You chuckled softly at each other as he brought you to his bedroom. Gently, he set you down on the bed and pecked your forehead. He trailed kisses down your face, until he met each corner of your lips with his own.
“You alright, (y/n)?” He crawled over you, hands on either side of your head.
“Yeah,” you breathed, and kissed him ardently. “Better than alright.”
You started for his shirt, slipping each button free to trace your hands along his bare chest and pecs. He unhooked your bra. Together, you undressed each other and clambered into his sheets.
“Hey,” you whispered. “I gotta tell you something.”
He smirked, running a hand down your shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You flipped him over, now straddling him, grating roughly into his crotch.
“Oh, fuck! Ah—”
Your hands clamped his wrists, sliding them up over his head. Instinctively, his fingertips sparked faintly, but he gripped his hands into fists to stop himself from blowing up the damned place.
“You d-dumbass…”
You loved hearing that waver in his voice, the desperation.
“Play nice,” you breathed into his ear. “Or else.”
Hi, pines here. Did you know that I have actually gained weight in my stomach over the week and I have no idea why? Nice! It’s okay though. I actually love it! It’s nice because I’ve always admired larger people. They have been in my life in every position in my family. I look up to them because they loved me and believe in me.
Did you know that I believe in you? Well, I do. It’s okay to be on the bigger side, BUT you need to find a healthy medium. I found my medium and I’m very happy. Thank you for your time.
Here are some people who inspire me! @random-mha-thoughts and @sxturn-stars (my wife)
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Sero did this cute thing you noticed when you first started dating.
You would say something ridiculous or funny and Sero’s lip would quirk up in the corner, showing his dimple. After noticing this, you always tried your best to make the divots in his skin reappear again and again.
Here’s the thing, he figured it out.
He started smiling more when he was around you. He would smile when he saw you passing in the halls; when you sat on his desk before home-room started; when he would cuddle with you in your dorm room.
Every time you saw his cute face you would giggle, that made him happy.
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You cuddled into Sero. You were under the covers of his bed on a Sunday afternoon, the sun wiggling through the crack in the closed curtains.
Sero had decided it was time for a nap and dragged you into his bed to laze about. He dozed while you looked at his face carefully.
You were facing him, legs tangled together, his hands wrapped around you grabbing onto your back folds. You were studying his face closely. You liked how his eyebrows arched upwards when he would laugh and how his ears would pull back when he smiled too wide. Then you looked at where they were. The dimples.
They were only slight indents then, but you knew that if Sero were to crack a grin, your favorite part of his face would show itself to be more evident.
You gently put your finger on the dimple and pushed in. It was softer then the rest of his cheek and the skin easily gave in under your finger.
You messed with his face for a little longer before a grin finally cracked. Sero’s eyes slit open and before he could open his mouth you shushed him.
“My boyfriend is sleeping. You gotta be quiet.” You said in a whisper. He gave you a look then chuckled cutely.
“Guess we’ll have to be super quiet then. But I heard he’s a deep sleeper.”
“No. He’ll wake up if you touch his face too much.” You smiled at Sero who moved his hands down to the curve that was your butt. He squeezed it protectively and leaned in to kiss your lips.
“Te amo, mi amor. I love you so much.” You batted your eyelashes at him and pulled him closer so he was now hugging you.
“I love you too, Sero.”
“You love my dimples too?” He asked with mock tears in his eyes.
“Yes, I do.” You smiled and kissed both dimples which caused Sero to gasp dramatically and push you away from him slightly.
“Really!? I didn’t notice!” He smiled and caught your lips in a kiss again.
You cuddled into his chest and breathed in deeply. He smelled like a rainy forest and men’s deodorant. It was familiar. It was good.
He squeezed your ass tightly and leaned down to kiss your hair. You hummed to him and snuggled into the warmth of the blankets.
Sero’s elbows never bothered you. Some people might think that they are hard but it just feels normal. They were actually softer then normal elbows, and they fit perfectly when he pulled you in the cuddle.
You dozed in and out of consciousness for a few hours until you woke up to light knocking at Sero’s door. You had to physically wrench your boyfriend’s hands off of your goods so you could stand.
“Oh, Bakugou. What’s up?” You asked surprised when you opened the door to a confused looking blonde.
“What the fuck are you doing in flextape’s room?” He was tired you could tell. Maybe a bit drunk because he actually smiled.
“Cuddling. What are you doing past eight o’clock, you’re missing your beauty sleep.” You mocked him in a friendly way. You looked at his smile. He had long canines, like a wolf, but no dimples. Sero’s teeth were flat but he had dimples.
“I’s about to go to bed. I want’d tuh’ check up on dunceface-2.” He was definitely drunk. His words were slurred and he was slumping all over.
“We’ll he’s all good. Do you need help getting to your dorm?”
“No need!” Bakugou’s girlfriend walked down the hall with a quick pace and smiled sympathetically at you. “Sorry. He ran off when I turned to grab my purse. He’s already checked on Denki and Kirishima. He’s very sentimental when he’s black out drunk like this. Otherwise he’s just plain mean.”
She grabbed Bakugou’s arm and dragged him down the hall and into the elevator. Bakugou smiled at you and flipped you off with a giggle. A fucking giggle. His girlfriend’s eyes widened and she pushed his finger back down. You could see her begin to scold him as the doors closed.
You laughed to yourself and shut the door. When you turned around you almost screamed. Sero was up… and right behind you.
He grabbed your ass and thigh then picked you up and carried you back to bed while mumbling something incoherent.
You could definitely make out him saying “mine” a couple times.
He threw you onto the bed then pulled up your shirt and shoved his face in the folds of your stomach. It was his favorite spot. You carded your fingers through his hair lazily and smiled when he groaned in thanks.
“Eres tan hermosa. You are so beautiful, mi amor. I love you with a fire of a thousand suns.” His words were muffled and kind of made you want to laugh but they were so heartfelt and you knew he meant it.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sero. I love you.”
oooh this one is from a restaurant AU I’m working on where Deku is a food blogger
Katsuki sits up with some difficulty and pats at the bedside table for his wallet.
“What are they, four hundred? Five hundred?”
“They’re six fifty for the limited edition,” Izuku mumbles.
Katsuki groans and flops back down.
“I’ll venmo you a rack. Just leave me alone.”
“Kacchan, I have a shoot tonight. And I need to be in those sneakers and at hair and makeup by six the latest.”
“Don’t care.”
“You know how important those sneakers are to my brand.”
“Really don’t care.”
Izuku leans over him, green eyes sly and knowing. The little nerd is planning something, but Katsuki is almost too hungover to care.
“How about this. You take my morning appointment so I can go see my sneaker plug. You’re gonna be nice and give me all your tasting notes so I can do a write up. And then you’re gonna cook me that paella I like, and then we’ll be even.”
