— file brief : Katsuki failed a mission — or so he thinks. You know better. So you bring him water, your stubborn honesty, and maybe, just maybe, something to hold onto.
— author’s note : a quick, cliché-filled something to (hopefully) brighten your day! hope you love it <3
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Your family was a disaster.
A rich, glorified, emotionally constipated disaster.
Your parents were barely in the picture.
Pro-hero couple with a house as big as their egos. You could scream and they’d barely hear it from their separate wings.
Your relationship with your older brother was… tricky.
He could be nice and supportive once every full moon. So yeah, there was that.
And as much as he did love you, he left you with only one piece of advice before moving from Musutafu to Tokyo to be a hero: “Shut your damn mouth.”
But of course, you didn’t listen.
You never did.
You spoke your mind more times in a week than most people did in a lifetime. You couldn’t help it.
A mix of sarcasm that slipped out without your permission, and a deep, inconvenient desire to make people feel seen.
Where did that even come from?
No idea.
You didn’t exactly grow up with affection.
Maybe it’s trauma-related.
You’d known Katsuki Bakugo for a little over a year now — long enough to recognize the weight he carried, even when he pretended it wasn’t there.
You’d seen him win the Sports Festival.
Seen him train like a man possessed.
Seen him leave you and your friends every night with a scowl and a “Get some damn sleep. You extras could actually use it.”
He was a hard worker.
Obsessively so.
The failure of tonight’s mission wasn’t his fault.
Everyone knew it. Everyone said it.
Except him.
Now it was almost midnight, and there he was — sitting on the roof of the dorms, jaw tight, arms crossed, eyes somewhere far away.
You opened the door quietly and stepped into the cold.
“I brought you something,” you said.
He didn’t look at you.
“I mean, it’s just water. Not like… emotional closure or anything,” you added, settling beside him — but not too close.
Silence.
You stared ahead with him, watching nothing in particular.
“…It wasn’t your fault,” you said quietly.
Still nothing.
“I saw you. I see you, Bakugo. The way you train. The way you don’t sleep unless everyone else is okay. That mission— we were backup. We weren’t supposed to stop what happened. We couldn’t have.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, barely audible.
Your heart cracked, but you didn’t stop.
“No,” you said, voice firmer. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to carry everything and then pretend it’s your burden just because you weren’t able to save everyone.”
His jaw clenched tighter.
You turned to him.
“There were five pros out there. Five. And none of them could prevent it either. So what? They’re weak too? Pathetic? Or do you save that kind of judgment just for yourself?”
“Shut up,” he growled.
And then you saw it — a single tear, sliding down his cheek like it had fought tooth and nail to be born.
You hesitated, then slowly reached out. Your fingers brushed the tear away — gentle, careful, like he might shatter.
He didn’t pull away.
He turned.
And kissed you.
Not like he’d planned to. Not like it was part of the script.
But like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
When he finally pulled back, forehead resting against yours, his voice was raw:
“You’re the only thing that keeps me from drowning.”
Your eyes met his.
Red. Passionate. Hurt.
“I see you, Katsuki. All the work. All the effort. All the discipline.”
A pause.
His gaze never left your face.
“I just wish you believed in yourself as much as I believe in you.”
He closed his eyes.
Because it was easier than looking into yours and admitting that you’d left him speechless.
You chuckled.
Like you already knew exactly what was going through his head.
“Also, Kats…”
His heart skipped at the nickname.
But the moment was short-lived.
“That’s such a dramatic way of declaring your love for me.”
You teased, lips tugging into a smirk.
He could already feel the heat rising to his ears — but his anger didn’t even try to fight back.
Not with you.
Instead, his ears flushed pink.
He shoved your shoulder lightly.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
And of course, he kissed you.
Passionately? Yeah.
But also tenderly.
One hand settled at your waist, barely pressing, like you were made of crystal.
The other cupped your cheek — rough and warm and somehow still gentle for someone who literally exploded things for a living.
You tilted into him.
Soft. Steady. Like maybe you’d been waiting for this all along.
And when you pulled back, breathless and smiling against his lips, he finally muttered:
“…You’re a pain in my ass.”
You grinned. “That’s basically a love confession coming from you.”
He rolled his eyes.
Didn’t deny it.
The wind brushed your hair.
Your hands were still tangled.
Neither of you said anything for a while.
Then, Katsuki murmured, almost too quietly:
“…Thanks. For seeing me.”
You nodded, voice soft but sure.
“Always.”
The kind of silence that followed wasn’t empty — just full of things that didn’t need to be said out loud.
The wind picked up slightly.
You didn’t shiver. But Katsuki still noticed the way you tucked your arms close.
Without a word, he stood and offered you a hand.
You blinked. “Where are we going?”
“My room.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Bold move, Kats.”
He scoffed. “To sleep, dumbass. I’m not gonna leave you up here freezing like an idiot.”
Still, your smile was smug as you let him pull you to your feet.
Neither of you let go.
You followed him back inside.
The hallway was dark and quiet. Most students were already asleep — or pretending to be.
When you reached his door, he flicked on the soft lamp by the desk and motioned to the bed.
“You can take the blanket. I’m not cold.”
“You literally sweat lava when you’re stressed,” you muttered, climbing in.
“Shut up.”
But the growl lacked venom.
He joined you, not quite touching.
Not at first.
Then, under the blanket, his fingers found yours.
Intertwined.
You turned to him.
“You okay?”
He didn’t answer right away.
But when he did, his voice was quiet. Honest.
“You make it quiet in here.”
Your heart skipped.
“In my head, I mean,” he added gruffly. “That’s rare.”
You didn’t say anything.
You just leaned over and kissed his temple.
His hands found your waist. He pulled you closer.
Held you there, thumb tracing lazy circles on your back.
“Just making sure you don’t freeze to death.”
“Liar. And a bad one at that, may I add.”
That smug little smile was back on your face.
“Just sleep, princess. Can’t have you passing out during training.”
That shut you up — mostly.
But still, you whispered:
“Good night, Kats.”
“…Good night, pretty.”
A pause.
“Still a pain in my ass, though.”
You smiled. “Love you too.”
And in his chest, something finally unclenched.
For the first time in days, he thought he might sleep.
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as class representative, i must inform you: plagiarism is strictly prohibited. — iida
Katsuki Bakugo x General Studies Reader (Quirkless)
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The school festival was chaos.
A good kind of chaos—music thumping through the air like a heartbeat, dancers twirling in bursts of color, laughter spilling from game stalls packed with shouting students, the scent of sizzling meat and sweet batter weaving through the crowd. Bright quirks lit up the sky in flashes of flame and glittering energy, painting the atmosphere with sparks and spectacle. It was overwhelming in the best possible way—everywhere you looked, something pulsed with life and noise and motion. Still chaos… but the kind that made your skin buzz and your pulse quicken.
You briefly adjusted the strap on your backpack and squinted up at the banner hung over the UA gymnasium as you passed by. “UA School Festival - Class 1-A LIVE SHOW!” Students chattered nearby, some with troubled looks on their face and others exiting the gym- practically sparkling with newfound enthusiasm. You glanced around and noticed a young girl with blue hair nearby, waving her arm up and down exclaiming her excitement.
The infamous heroes-in-training had definitely put on a spectacle. You assumed it was to compensate for the trouble they’d caused in the recent months beginning UA. Something big and flashy to win over some alternative course students in terms of reputation. Honestly, the recent attacks were all kind of unbelievable. They had been constant, like a hovering force over class 1-A threatening to rage again at any moment of weakness. At this point, their homeroom could get demolished on a weekly basis and you wouldn’t bat an eye.
You hummed, and some part of you was disappointed to have missed their performance… but you weren’t here to whine over your poor time management.
You weaved your way past the crowd, toward the quieter edges of the festival, gripping your folded map of the school layout with numbered and labeled booths. Your destination? The tech club booth near the student center. According to some chatter you overheard some business course students discussing, they would be showcasing some support gear in one of the outdoor booths, and you’d volunteered to help the general studies department write a report on their projects- though it was really to have an excuse to see the proposed gear designs.
You weaved your way toward the quieter edges of the festival, gripping your folded map of the school layout. The tech club was showcasing some support gear in one of the outdoor booths, and you’d volunteered to help the general studies department write a report on their projects. It was really just to satiate your curiosity for upcoming tech gear.
You ducked around a group of people huddled around a sweet food stand held by one of the business classes and finally found the booth you were looking for- lined with prototype gear, polished displays, and even a few demo boards showing simulations on tablets and computer systems.
It was only a few steps towards the table before a crash made you jerk to a stop.
Someone had collided hard with a stack of metal chairs beside the booth, knocking them down in a clattering mess of noise and dust.
Instinctively, you jogged forward to help, bending down to grab one of the chairs and lift it back up into the half intact line of chairs.
“Hey, are you—”
“I’m fine.” The voice was sharp, low, and definitely annoyed. You looked up— and paused when you saw the face of the person who had toppled the chairs like a bull in a china shop.
Katsuki Bakugo was brushing dust off his pants with a deep scowl, one hand curled into a fist like he was resisting the urge to blow something up out of spite. You knew him by reputation- and unfortunately, repeating incidents that tended to flow around the school gossips you constantly overheard. It would be hard to find a single student at UA who hadn’t heard of the explosive teenager, honestly. He was the one to make national headlines during the Sports Festival, the guy who practically exploded his way into first place and still looked pissed about it.
The fact that he was here now, halfway tangled in folding chairs, was… odd. He leveled a look at you that was a mix of suspicion and simmering embarrassment. “Got something to say, extra?”
You blinked, ignoring the rather crude tone he was infamous for. “No. Just… helping.”
He scowled harder. “Don’t.” You raised both hands and took a step back, watching as he kicked one of the chairs upright and shoved it into the stack with more force than necessary.
“Not a great start to your festival, I see,” you said mildly.
He shot you a sidelong glare. “Tch. I wanted no part in all of this useless bullshit.”
You didn’t bother hiding your amusement. “And yet, here you are. Toppling chairs for the sake of school spirit.”
His eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure out whether you were mocking him or not.
“Who the hell are you, anyway?”
“General Studies,” you replied, like that explained everything. “I’m just here to observe some of the tech demos.”
His brows lifted slightly. “So you’re one of those?”
You tilted your head. “One of what?”
“People with shit quirks trying to act like they belong at a hero school.”
Ah, the same usual judgement that people had towards you. Only this time, you were positive he didn’t know you were quirkless. Still, he had the same look on his face. He might as well. People with useless or incompetent quirks were held to the same standard as those without. Honestly, sometimes you were glad you didn’t have to play the genetic quirk lottery. Having a marker for a head was worse than not having a quirk at all- in your opinion, of course.
You laughed once, short and sharp. “Wow. You don’t hold back, do you?”
He crossed his arms, unbothered. “Why should I?”
You squinted at him for a second, then turned toward the booth. “Well, since I’m clearly beneath your notice, I’ll go back to acting like I belong.”
You didn’t wait for a response, stepping forward to greet one of the tech club students and ask about the motion calibration software they were displaying. But you couldn’t help noticing, out of the corner of your eye, that Bakugo hadn’t left. He lingered nearby, arms still crossed, gaze flicking between you and the booth’s display like a child who had a death stare aimed at random people.
When you asked the student a question about how the arm-mounted stabilizer would affect recoil for larger support items, Bakugo snorted quietly behind you.
You turned halfway toward him. “Something funny?”
“That won’t work,” he muttered.
You arched a brow. “How would you know?”
He stepped forward, nodding at the screen where the demo played on loop. “If you try to absorb that much force without a pressure-vented release valve, the whole thing’ll seize up. Maybe even snap the casing.”
The student blinked, suddenly flustered. “Uh, I—I mean, we haven’t gotten to the release testing phase yet, but—”
You looked at Bakugo. “You know support gear?”
He shrugged like it was obvious. “I wear a big ass grenade on each arm. ‘Course I know how it works.”
Touché, Katsuki Bakugo. Touché.
You turned back to the student. “What about testing a low-viscosity internal gel buffer? Might keep the casing from cracking without needing an actual valve.”
Bakugo gave a sharp grunt. Not quite agreement, but not disagreement either.
The student jotted a note down. “That’s… actually not a bad idea. We could prototype that.”
You nodded, glancing back at Bakugo. “See? Even us lowly general studies kids can contribute.”
His scowl returned with a vengeance. “Didn’t say you couldn’t. Just said most of you don’t.”
You turned fully toward him now, crossing your own arms. “And look at you! Loitering at a tech booth and giving unsolicited advice. Looks like we’re not so different after all.”
His eye twitched. “Don’t lump me in with you.”
“I’d never dream of it,” you deadpanned.
There was a beat of silence. A weird one. Not quite hostile, but definitely tense. And then Bakugo exhaled hard through his nose and looked away.
“Whatever.” You watched him for a second, unsure if he was going to stalk off or explode something just to reassert dominance.
But instead, he stayed.
Not close. Not friendly. But he hovered just off to the side as you asked more questions and the tech student explained their design process. Every now and then, Bakugo would throw in a comment—sometimes useful, sometimes sarcastic—but never quite leaving.
After about twenty minutes, the student thanked you both and excused themselves to check on another part of the booth. You stepped away from the table and looked over at Bakugo.
“So… do you usually hover around tech savvy areas or is this like.. a special occasion type of thing?”
He scoffed. “Hell no. I was trying to get to the kitchen stalls before this dumbass crowd got thicker. Tripped over that pile of metal crap you called chairs.”
“Tragic,” you said with a solemn nod. He glared at you like he wasn’t used to being spoken to like a normal person. Like he wasn’t sure if he should incinerate you or ignore you.
You offered a small smirk. “Well, thanks for the insight. Despite your very charming delivery.” He didn’t reply right away.
Then, quietly, he said, “You were right. About the gel buffer.”
You blinked.
He rubbed the back of his neck and looked off toward the stage. “My first set of gauntlets had a pressure issue. Too much blowback. Lost my hearing for two weeks.”
You blinked again, slower this time. “Sounds rough.”
He shrugged, uncomfortable.
“Well,” you said, hoisting your bag back onto your shoulder, “good luck with the food stalls. Try not to trip over any more metal.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled—but without real venom. You gave him a small nod and turned to head off, leaving him behind. And for some reason, even though it had been a weird, tense, kind of aggressive exchange—you couldn’t help the small curl of a grin at the edge of your mouth.You weren’t sure if it had been a conversation or a verbal sparring match.
Either way, you held your own.
And apparently, that was enough to make even Katsuki Bakugo himself stick around.
His first impression of you? Oh, at first, he doesn’t take you seriously.
You’re from general studies. Just another nobody trying to hover around the edges of hero society like you belong. He sees you approaching that tech booth and thinks, why are you even here?
But then you talk.
Not timid. Not starry-eyed. Just calm, direct, and unbothered by the way he practically sneers at you. You throw his words back at him like they don’t sting. Like you’re not afraid of him at all. That catches him off guard more than he’ll admit.
Then you start talking tech—clearly, confidently, and without fumbling. You know what you’re saying, and you don’t hesitate to challenge a flaw he points out with something smarter. For someone so… settled- you sure as hell have teeth. It pisses him off.
And yet, he doesn’t walk away.
You hold your ground. You don’t flinch under his glare or scramble to win him over. You just exist—intelligent, capable, and unapologetic. That irritates him even more because he can’t find a reason to dismiss you now. You’ve proven you’re not a waste of space, and that messes with the neat little categories he’s used to putting people into.
So by the time you leave—shouldering your bag and tossing one last smart remark over your shoulder—he’s left standing there, unsettled. Still annoyed. But thinking.
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Bakugou feels obligated to put his 100% into everything he does. However, his pride keeps him from letting you see him willingly partake in any overly lovey-dovey actions. He absolutely ADORES you though, and is more than eager to take care of you after some intense lovemaking- hence why he can’t stop himself from accidentally leaving the wet wipes and ointments near his light stand. Might as well help you out since you’re so tired…
B = Body Part (Favorite body part of theirs + partner)
On Him: Arms. He works hard to keep the body of a strong hero. His most powerful weapons, his arms, must always reflect that. It’s totally not because of the deep, red scratches that you leave on him when he plows into you again and again and again…
On you: Thighs. He loves to mark them. They’re constantly being littered with bites, hickeys, and handprints. The only heaven on Earth is the feeling of you wrapping them around his waist… or when he pins them open to get a good taste of what’s in between.
C = Cum (Basically anything to do with his sticky nut juice)
If you’re not filled with it by the end of said session, mission failed. Katsuki has a feral need to pump you full of his seed. An inhumane amount, really. Then, when he’s finally satisfied, he’ll watch as it trickles out of you. It mixes with your own cum, and he can’t help but dive in, your whimpers from overstimulation falling on deaf ears.
D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)
He often wakes up in a sweat, boxers soiled with cum. Bakugou can’t help but dream of you each night- face down, ass up. So pliant, so nice and obedient for him.. a view he’s seen so many times before. It just feels so real when he tightly grips your hips.. rutting into your warm, gummy walls before spurting out streaks of cum.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
None. Nada. You’re his first partner- and he hopes his last. There was nothing to really “teach” him though. Most came to Katsuki on instinct, the other bit due to porn. He definitely knows what he’s doing…
F = Favorite Position (look it up if you need)
Doggy style: a classic really. He loves the slight jiggle of your ass when he slams into you from behind, filling you up so nicely even his balls press firmly againts you. He slaps your thighs, your ass, and grips your hair. He lowers his body, chest touching your back, and mockingly whispers filthy things into your ear.
Mating press: Best for watching your little hole stretch with his big cock <3 Loves to watch the look on your face as you wiggle around from under him. You’re pinned to the bed. His thrust are deeper this way, and the angle is perfect for plowing his seed into you. Expect a neck bite or two
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous)
Pride is a huge factor in this one. If his S/O is already just a goofy little shit, there’s less of a chance he gets mad. If not, he’ll either quit because “the mood is ruined” or use his tongue until you’re cumming so hard you don’t have the energy to make any more jokes.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
It’s pretty well known Katsuki is a neat freak. He is constantly going off on people for dirtying up their workplace. He insist on the highest level of cleanliness- and his body (a temple really) is no exception. Although not completely shaven, the blonde tuff of hair is well-kept and trimmed.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect, etc.)
There are times Bakugou comes home from a mission… a bit different than usual. He’s bruised and banged up more than normal, and it’s then you know he had some close calls. On these days, he takes his time with you, holding your hand, softly kissing all over, feeling your body against his. He’ll remember every sound and look on your face… hoping with all his heart he’ll come back to you again.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Angry masturbator. Any time his cum or energy is going anywhere but on (or in) you, he thinks it’s a waste of time. He gets needy sometimes though… settling instead for pulling out a picture of you from last nights adventure and furiously gripping his cock with that.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
If you were to ask Katsuki, he wouldn’t be able to name all his kinks, but he can definitely think up some things that rile him up more than normal.
-You in his hero suit. *chef kiss chef kiss*
-You wearing only an apron *confused chef kiss*
-Softly calling him “my hero…” during sex *crying chef kiss*
As for specifics:
-Orgasm control. You only cum when he allows it.
-Marking. Leaning back and seeing you riddles with bites, hickeys, hand prints… it’s an absolute masterpiece.
-Cum. Anything that involves it. Swallowing it, drowning you in it, watching it drip from your hole. Best thing is when he cums inside and fingers you with your cum mixed together.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Número uno will always be your shared bed- sometimes the man needs to step away from the spotlight of being one of the top heroes and into the privacy of your room.
Número dos is anywhere else in the house. Do not tempt him, he will bend you over the kitchen table right now.
Número tres is a rare but special occasion… his office. No further comment
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Any sound that comes out of you. You’re quieter than usual? Bam getting wrecked until he hears you beg. You’re screaming so hard the neighbors can’t sleep? Bam getting wrecked to keep you that way. He just loves to hear your pretty moans <3 won’t tell you that though
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Quirk play. Katsuki would never wish to seriously hurt you- the hot, steamy environment of your bedroom and his explosive quirk should not mix. Not unless you want to be blown up like, ahum, dynamite.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s more on the giving end but will gladly accept one of your special sucky suckies after a hard day at work. His favorite part is feeling your little hole flutter and clench as his tongue swirls inside it, though.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
On any given day (refer to letter I for an exception) Katsuki is fucking into you as if he hates you. He’s an attentive partner, he knows when you’ve hit your limit, but before then, expect to be ruined. He’s stronger than you realize- which is surprising considering the fact you already thought of him as a beast.
Want specifics? In the quirk apprehension test, he can go 50 metres in 4.13 seconds, or roughly 12 metres per second. In chapter 275 he is shown passing Deku at 30% full cowl. He's past the speed of sound (as seen when he blitzed Ending as there was a sonic boom.) Obviously, he’s tamer (and does not use his quirk) when it comes to the bedroom, but his hips rut fast nonetheless.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
If you both have some place to get to, he will risk being late for a quickie. If you’re acting like a brat in public, expect being shoved into the nearest janitors closet or bathroom stall for a quickie. Other than that- he will not stop whining and grumbling about not being able to properly have sex with you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
The only risks he won’t take is doing something that may defile his reputation as a hero, or using his quirk. Other than that, the floor is free for you to experiment however you like. Public or private. Can’t get far with trying to dom him though- he’ll control every aspect, even when you’re bouncing on his fat cock.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
High. Can continue to fight even after using his strongest attacks. Sex is a walk in the park compared to that. Easily gets lost in the pleasure… the longest he’s gone is 7 rounds in less than 2 hours- but it felt like an eternity for you. You almost started believing he would never stop. Like holy shit wtf did they feed him.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
If you have toys, you better hide them from his view. Yes, Katsuki will get jealous at an inch long bullet vibrator. What the hell do you need those for? He’ll scoff. If he’s in a really bad mood, he’ll use them on you until you have tears in your eyes- jaw slacked open and begging for his cock. Thought this was enough for you, baby…
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
If it wasn’t already obvious from letters A-T, Katsuki is an absolute tease. Mocking would be a more accurate word. Loves to taunt you… especially when you’ve been bratty towards him all day. He’ll go down on you, getting you riled up, then sit back and stop. You’re sobbing, bouncing on his cock but “it’s not enough Katsuki, please please.” He’ll smirk, a rare time when he’s quiet, then flip you onto your back and push you into a press.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Not too loud, he wouldn’t want to miss the sound of your cute, little moans for him. Lots of grunts, groans, and swearing.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Katsuki’s whole life was focused on either hero-training or small, personal interest and hobbies. Romance and sexual encounters were always pushed to the back of his mind- until the day you guys met and he immediately got a boner when he shook your hand. Stop being hot… tch.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Man’s a shower AND a grower. 5 inches flaccid- 7.5 erect (How he manages to not destroy you, you don’t know) but what made your eyes widen when you first saw him naked was his girth. Your hands could barely, if even, wrap around him. His balls are so big and heavy, you just want to keep them in your mouth <3
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
You would be surprised how efficiently all that pent up anger and frustration can be put into being horny. You can’t go two hours without getting a NSFW text.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Due to his stamina, he can easily wear you down until you basically pass out in bed. However, he’ll stay wide awake. He’ll whisper everything he’s too afraid to say into your ear, nuzzle into your neck, and admire how gorgeous you look in your sleep. He smiles. A happy, genuine smile. This is his favorite moment in time. Nothing else matters. Whether the sky burns, the world falls, everything crumbles. Hands knotted together, arms wrapped around eachother, asleep right here, it would be enough.
mhm,, guess who saved the day 😁 congratulations babes. i said it once and ill say it again — im really proud of you for making it one yeah on this god forsaken app. that being said, ill take "hey lover" with bakugou ( angst please <3 ) okay, that's all 🙏🏽
— Hey Lover, I Wish You Were Here Right Now.
Bakugo x gn!reader
TW; Swearing, death mentions, heavy angst (no happy end), some depression mentions, like one sort of suggestive line
Note; leave it to miss sasha to pick the fluffiest song for angst😩 I did my best bae, enjoy
Key: italics = flashback, bold = lyrics
It was always nights like this where Katsuki found himself stuck in bed with hot tears going down his face, too upset to even move, and missing you too much to think of anything else.
He'd always tried to tell himself 'It'll get better, just keep going', but as if everything in the universe was working against him, the moment the saying seemed to come to fruition, it all came crashing down.
It'd be a good night out on the town with the Bakusquad, a good day at work, or just a day where he was overall feeling good.
Only for it to come crashing down on him a moment later.
Katsuki held your pillow close to him, wishing he could have you here to comfort him like you had always done.
—
Katsuki raked a rough hand through his spiked locks as he sighed.
Another hectic day of hero work, and another day full of casualties.
He knew it wasn't possible to save everyone 100% of the time, but it weighed on him that he couldn't nonetheless, especially since it had been happening more and more often. And the whispers in the media about his growing failures after every article about him didn't help.
The soft and familiar creak of your bedroom door swinging open caught his attention, the soft padding of your footsteps following after.
Normally, he'd call out to greet you, but today he didn't even have the energy for that.
"Katsuki, you home? You better not be sitting on the couch all sweaty and gross again-" You paused as you spoke, concern flooding in your chest.
"Kat? Everything okay?" You asked your husband, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, forgetting about how dirty he was.
Katsuki grunted, silently locking his strong and scarred arms around your waist.
"Another bad day at work, huh?" You asked softly, stroking his hair.
Katsuki's grip around you tightened, and his face pressed into your stomach as tears flowed down his face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why the hell am I never good enough? I can never actually do the shit I want to. I feel like I can't even do my fucking job properly. And I can't even be a good husband and be home for you. I'm such a fuckin' failure I—" He started into a muffled ramble, and before he could get in too deep, you cut him off.
"Hey, hey, hey, lover." You started, cupping his tear stained cheeks, making him look up at you.
"You don't have have to be a star... I love you just the way you are." You assured him, a warm smile on your face.
He cried even harder, face contorting in pain as he felt all his emotions flash through him and drain, as if you were sucking them out.
"Just give me true love and understanding."
"Love is just the same, without fortune and fame." You told him, combating his ever flowing tears with the gentle pad of your thumb.
You tenderly placed your lips against his, the both of you closing your eyes as Katsuki sobbed lightly against your mouth.
"I know you always want to be on top of everything, the best, the king of the fucking world. But it's okay not to be, love." You told him.
It was a hard to swallow pill for Katsuki, but he needed to hear it nonetheless. And in a way, it did comfort him, liberating him of the weight he'd set on his own shoulders from the very start.
"You don't have to be a king, you don't have to be a thing. I'll be satisfied, as long as you're my guy. Just give me true love and understanding,"
"For the rest of my days."
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'Lover, lover, lover, lover,' Katsuki repeated in his mind, a never ending mantra of comfort.
You'd randomly picked up the nickname from God knows where, and actively used it on him.
He'd kiss his teeth everytime you'd call him by this name, he'd call it cheesy, and corny. But never had he told you to stop, not that you would anyways.
In a way, he found it reassuring.
'Lover'. Your lover, as you are his, forever and always, to the moon and back, till death do you part. And even then you both silently promised that you'd wait for each other in the afterlife, everytime you were intertwined with one another, and held each other like you'd slip away.
Especially now that your death had parted the two of you much too early.
So now he sat alone, day by day and night by night, waiting, and wishing his lover were here right now.
Synopsis: It’s summer and the weather is hot. Needless to say that you got a heat stroke and your boyfriend worries
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Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, allowing everyone to have a warm temperature for the end of August. The wind blew a little but struggled to refresh the students of U.A. who nevertheless took advantage of the heat to eat outside.
You were with the girls in class 1-B because you were also part of it chatting while you were finishing your meal, and your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, was with his 1-A friends on their side.
Your group's conversation ended up talking about your unpredictable relationship. Everyone knew the blond temperament, so knowing you two were a couple was unimaginable, until you confessed to your respective classes that you were together.
From your revelation, your classmates realized how he was since he was with you: a little quieter. Even if he was willing to attack anyone who dared to speak ill of your relationship, but especially of you.
The lunch break was quickly over, and all the students went back to class.
Your friends got up, and you did the same, narrowly collapsing suddenly. At the general request of your friends, you went with them to the infirmary.
Your two classes were going to train together in the afternoon to diversify the opponents during combat training, and you were going to miss it due to sunstroke.
Meanwhile, the boys in both classes were almost all present in the arena and decided to ask Shoto for help in the hope that the ice he was creating could calm the heat they all felt.
Katsuki, on his own, was standing in a corner, not wanting to get close, believing that not bearing the heat was being a weak person. Despite this, he checked if you were near the little herd around the young iceman, but he did not see you and did not know if you were using your alter or not, he decided to call you right when your friends entered the arena.
"-(y/n)?"
He had no answer.
Kendo Itsuka, your best friend, having heard him call you, approached him and said:
"-(y/n) went to the infirmary just before classes started. She wasn't feeling well because of the heat.
-Ah? he replied, annoyed that he had not been informed by you.”
Katsuki was ready to head to the infirmary when Aizawa, followed closely by Professor Kan of Class 1-B, All Might, and Midnight entered to teach. He had to spend the rest of the afternoon taking the class without knowing if you were okay.
After picking up his belongings in class, as well as yours in yours, he left the U.A. building, and walked to the dorms.
He walked quietly, lost in his thoughts, wondering if you'd already come back to the dorms.
But that was not the case. You've been in the infirmary for the duration of the classes to make sure you were better, or at least Recovery Girl thought you were. When you returned to the class where you had been taught in the morning, you noticed that all the belongings of your classmates were no longer there, as were yours. So, you assumed that one of the girls had been kind enough to take your things and you decided to finally go to the dorms.
On your way, you saw your boyfriend walking gently towards the dorms as well, and you realized that he didn't have only his stuff, indeed, your lover also had yours with him.
Feeling much better and being more on the playful side than your boyfriend, you decided to make a little joke to your lover.
You made yourself invisible thanks to your quirk and walked towards him very gently so that he would not hear you.
Once you were close to him, you took a deep breath and shouted with all your strength:
"-KATSUKI!"
This frightened him to the utmost.
"-(Y/N)! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? »
You started laughing at his reaction, while becoming visible again.
He rolled his eyes before passing your bag which he held with his left hand in his right hand to carry your two bags on the same side, leaving his left arm free to rest on your shoulders once you had calmed down.
"-Let's get in, you dumb nerd."
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Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Part 1: The Girl with the Skull Panties
A/N: All characters aged 18+, Requested by @samxbaker :) I hope you like it
Warnings: Smut, lots of teasing, fingering, handjob, very descriptive smut.
Word Count: 4k+ words
Summary: You decide to get Bakugo back for making you a mess and teasing you with your panties. Leads to fun times.
It was slow, but something started to stir between you and Bakugo. There was a small but immediate change in your energy. Your glances lingering on him a little longer than you wanted them too. You found yourself to be pulled to him as though there was some magnetic force enticing you. The way you felt when you looked at him was different. Admiration of his strength. Amusement at his perpetuated annoyance. Longing to see the fierceness of his gaze. You yearned for his attention, his predatory eyes pining to capture his prey. Waiting wouldn’t work so you decided to take his focus from him. A blunt approach wouldn’t work with him. It was too obvious, too many eyes to see. He would never admit that you were affecting him. What you wanted was for only him to realize what you were doing. You wanted to make him snap.
Arriving in the shared common area, a grin crept on your face when you saw most of your classmates relaxing around. Your eyes flicked to Bakugo slumped into a chair talking to Kirishima, then to Midoriya. An idea popped into your head. It was a little risky, it would either benefit you, or you would probably be blasted through the wall. You couldn’t tell if you would even hate the latter one.
“Hi, Midoriya!” You chirped louder than necessary and slid into the spot next to him on the couch. The unnatural preppiness to your voice was thankfully not picked up by him.
“Oh! Hi L/n!” A soft pink dusted the boy’s cheeks as you smiled at him. He had a pile of notebooks on his lap like always.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you about your notes. I noticed that you are always writing, it's really interesting!” Your eyes caught on Bakugo’s intense glare settling on you, stroking the fire inside of you.
“Really?! Of course, L/n.” He went quiet for a moment pulling out a notebook, it was about you. “Do you want to see what I wrote about you? Your quirk is really amazing and I have so many ideas!”
“Tell me all about it.” You basically purred at the boy. Locking eyes with Bakugo’s harsh gaze you moved closer to see the notebook on Midoriya’s lap. The usually flustered boy paying no attention to your actions.
Midoriya began to ramble. Words flowing from his mouth like a small stream that has no destination. A part of you felt awful about using him to get to Bakugo but it was working. Midoriya’s nonstop talk about you; how great your quirk is, how you can make it better, his full focus was about you. So was Bakugo’s. You could see his crimson eyes turn almost dark, he was clenching and unclenching his jaw repeatedly. When he saw you staring a small spark popped in his palm, he looked like he could growl.
A sly smirk slipped onto your lips and you moved your eyes away from him and to the boy next to you. “Midoriya.”
He paused his rant and looked up at you, just not realizing how close you were to him. Your body inches away from pressing into him. His face erupted in red and he all but squeaked. “Y-yes, L/n?”
“Show me the scars on your arms.” You could basically feel the heat coming from the eyes staring into the back of your head.
“What!? Um, sure.” He rolled his sleeves back and lifted his arms. “They look really bad, but I really don’t feel them at all!”
“Wow, they’re so big!” You gasped exaggeratedly and reached out to touch the lines on his arm. Slowly run your finger across the largest one. You could tell Midoriya’s heart stopped. “I can’t believe you’ve got all these scars and you’re still so strong.” You were laying it on thick, it was definitely new to Midoriya.
“Yeah well, if I’m going to be the number one hero, I’ll be faced against worse things than scars, right?” He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. He seemed to realize you were there again and red shot up to his ears again. “You don’t have to say all that stuff though, L/n!! Really, they aren’t that bad! You’re even tougher though that one tim-”
Before he could say anything else to Midoriya, a rough fist wrapped around his shirt and he was pulled nose to nose with a seething Bakugo. “Stop your useless rambling you quirkless idiot!! I’ll be the number one hero! Shut the hell up about it!!”
Midoriya was thrown back onto the couch and Bakugo’s anger turned to you. “And you! Stop fangirling its god damn pissing me off! Say one more word to Deku and I’ll set you on fucking fire!”
You only smirked at him and just barely bit your lip. Oh, how you wanted him to follow through on his threat. His eyes stopped on you for a second longer than you expected.
Nothing else came from it as he stomped towards the stairs. His reaction was good. But you wanted more. A thrill came over you when his furious eyes stared you down. It was like a drug.
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You always loved sparring outside in summer with your class. It gave you a chance to use your quirks a little more freely and stronger. This was definitely a good thing, especially on the hot days. Thanks to Bakugo’s drive to push past his limits, most of the time he would end up with the top of his uniform undone. This day was no different. Showing off all of his defined muscles he worked hard for.
You couldn’t help but stare at him. He always caught your attention. Noticing your eyes flicker up and down his toned body, he smirked. He was going to get you back for Deku.
“Oi, L/n!” He barked, shaking you from your lingering gaze.
“What do you want, Bakugo?” You snarked back, folding your arms across your chest.
“We’re sparring dumbass!” He didn’t even give you a second to process his words before he rushed you. You barely dodged his blast, ducking out of the way at the last second. The blaze didn’t miss your uniform though, burning a large hole in the side exposing your skin.
“The hell!?” You shouted at him angrily, the grin on your face betraying your tone. You loved fighting Bakugo. The passion he put in his attacks was amazing. You activated your own quirk, taking the offensive.
“Glad you’re finally fighting back. I’m going to kick your ass!” He yelled back and sent another blast towards you. You jumped out of the way, using your quirk to propel you towards him. You almost landed a punch on him when he grabbed your wrist and flung you to the side.
You growled out a laugh and skidded to a halt. With every attack sent between you two, you both were fighting to get on top. You didn’t even bother with defensive moves. You wanted to feel the heat from his blast on your skin.
“That all you got?!” Bakugo’s eye twitched, his mouth pulling back. His hair was pushed back slightly from sweat, he was a sight. With a yell, he sent another, larger blast towards you. You were caught off guards and this one almost hit you head on, hitting the ground in front of you sending a cloud of smoke up instead. You couldn’t believe it didn’t hit you.
You started to shout a reply to him when a foot appeared from the smoke and kicked you back. You landed flat on your back, the wind knocked out of you. As you tried to catch your breath, any chance at getting up was blocked by Bakugo as he pushed himself on top of you. His left knee on the ground next to your waist, the other leg was holding down your legs. He had both of your hands pinned above your head with his one. His face was inches away from yours.
You couldn’t tell if it was the heat from his explosions or your face from him being so close to you. “You fucking pathetic idiot. Barely put up a fight.” He was growling now as you squirmed under him. His strong body pinning you down there was no way to get out from under him. Not that you wanted to. His eyes lit like fire starring straight at you.
You gasped feeling him run his free hand up the tear in your shirt and he squeezed his hand around your wrists even tighter. You could feel his fingernails dig into you when you shifted. His voice dropped low, eyes deadly. “You think your funny, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugo.” You quipped back at him, batting your eyelashes slightly. He sees past your innocent façade. You wanted him to.
His mouth twisted into a snarl and you grinned at his anger. You loved it. “I’m going to make you regret ever talking to that quirkless loser.” You could feel your heart in your ears at the hungry look in Bakugo’s eyes. They flickered down to your lips when your teeth pulled your bottom lip between them.
He tore himself off of you at the sound of Iida’s voice calling the winner. The smoke around you started to clear and you could tell from the bored look on your classmates' faces that none of them witnessed what happened. That smart bastard, the smoke was a diversion. You had just a few tastes of Bakugo’s hunger, and you were hooked. Oh, how you were hooked. But you weren’t done yet, he was close to snapping you could feel it. He just needed one more push.
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Summer was probably your favorite season. Everything was bright and cheery. There was so much stuff to catch up on outside after being locked in all winter. Your most favorite thing to do was swim though. It was probably because of your quirk but you loved to feel the cool water cover you completely after a long day of training.
You were relaxing in the UA’s pool that was somehow completely empty, leaving you alone. You were grateful. It lasted a while of just you in the water. The serene energy of the pool was so wonderful that you didn’t notice another person entering the water. Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of a current in the water.
“I’m sorry for startling you, L/n.” You met the dual-colored eyes of Todoroki and smiled slightly glad it was only him and not some purple monster that could be lurking under the surface of the water.
“No, you didn’t startle me.” You spoke softly, leaning back into the water. Todoroki moved closer to you resting against one of the ledges of the pool. “Did you get a good training session in?”
Todoroki nodded and looked at the way you moved around in the water. “Yes, it was very beneficial actually. I’m getting good at controlling both sides at the same time.”
“I guess I should’ve gotten in some training today, but the water just called me.” You spoke and ran your hands along the surface creating small ripples. You glanced up at the boy and had to suppress a giggle at the way his eyes followed your hands.
“Sometimes relaxing can be as good as training. It gives your body a break.” Todoroki stretched his hands behind his neck and rolled his shoulders groaning. He smiled at the small sigh that left your lips when you ran your wet hands through your hair. He was right about that; the water was so relaxing. “It seems to have helped you.”
“You might be right.” The water felt so nice against the heat of the summer sun.
“Have you been in here for long?” He asked you his head quirking to the side.
“For a while yeah, somehow it was just me the whole day.” You said and shrugged. “I don’t mind being alone. I’m glad I finally have company though.” He just nodded at your words with a soft smile.
A nice quietness fell over the two of you. It didn’t last that long though. You heard the door to the pool fly open with a bang. Bakugo and Kirishima walked through the threshold and you could feel your heart jump a little. This was perfect.
“What the fuck.” Bakugo stopped in his tracks when he saw you and Todoroki in the water.
You waved at Kiri who returned with a grin before he jumped in the pool. “What?” You asked Bakugo, smiling a bit. He looked annoyed already.
“The hell is half and half doing here.” He snapped and dropped himself into the water from the ledge. His glare sent daggers at Todoroki who just blinked at him. You ignored Bakugo and moved closer to Todoroki.
“Since you said giving your body a break is good. Let me help you; your muscles look tense.” You spoke to Todoroki who smiled and nodded. Paying no attention to Bakugo you pulled yourself up to sit on the ledge and reached for Todoroki’s hand pulling him between your legs. “My parents showed me the importance of massages.” You said and turned to where his back was against your stomach. Peeking up at the other boys you saw Kiri was paying no attention to you and was doing laps. Bakugo, however, was fuming. Good.
You moved your hands to Todoroki’s neck and started working out the knots. “You must’ve gone rough in your training today, you’re full of knots.”
“Thank you, L/n. I did push myself a little harder today with the strength training.” Todoroki started to relax into you becoming more comfortable. You saw Bakugo turn away from the two of you, the water around him was bubbling. He wasn’t fooling you.
“Don’t worry.” You said moving close to Todoroki’s ear, you could feel him shiver. “I’ll take good care of you.” You purred and moved your hands onto his shoulders. Working out a tough knot you felt him melt in your hands.
“Shitt.” Todoroki groaned, his head fell back a bit resting on your chest. Bakugo snapped his eyes to you when he heard the boy. “That feels so good.” Locking eyes with him, you saw they were full of pure fire. You almost felt the rage in the air when Bakugo looked at Todoroki’s head on your chest. A chill rain down your spine at the look on Bakugo’s face.
After working out the last knot Todoroki pulled away when you took your hands off him. “L/n, I didn’t know you had magic hands like that. I owe you, I feel so much better.” He looked so relaxed, something you’ve never seen on him before. He looked quite handsome.
“It was no problem, let me know whenever you feel tense. I’ll relieve you.” You said and pushed yourself up from the ledge and out of the water completely. It was a good thing that Todoroki was a little out of touch with innuendos and other people’s emotions.
“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.”
Started walking towards the changing rooms, sending one last look at Bakugo. He was furious, the water around him was steaming from the blast igniting under the surface. He was so god damn hot. You smirked and winked at him, dipping into the girls changing room. You heard faint yelling from the pool and the sound of an explosion going off.
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Later, you had settled down with a book. It was incredibly late when you finally looked up from the book you held in your hands. Thankfully it was summer break, you didn’t have to worry about morning classes. You were resting on the couch in the common area. Somehow you found yourself alone again. It was pleasant. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Just like you keep finding yourself alone, Bakugo somehow always shows up when you are. Like he has some sort of radar on you.
When you opened your eyes again, you were met with a crimson pair. You slumped further under the blanket atop you. “Oh, hey Bakugo.”
His face scrunched up. “Don’t fuckin hey me.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” You said staring him in the eyes, challenging him. Hoping he would take the bait. You had pushed him far enough, he had to do the rest.
His eyes turned dark. You swear a growl left his throat. He pushed himself down, trapping you against the corner of the L-shaped couch, your knees pushed open settling himself between your legs, pulling the blanket off of you. “You’re fucking wrong, L/n.” Your back was moved into the couch and his face was close to yours again. Your heart jumped to your throat, your chest warming immensely. He slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you into a hungry kiss.
Hunger that you’ve been waiting for. One of his hands found its way to the back of your neck, the other gripping the back of your thigh. You gasped and he took it as a chance to shove his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours. You gripped his hair until he pulled away panting. “You’ve been so annoying, you fucking brat.”
He moved his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking roughly. “I’m sorry Bakugo, I didn’t mean any harm.” You breathed trying to sound innocent. A sharp bite on your neck drew a quiet moan from your throat.
“Yeah the fuck right. Fangirling over Deku. Using your hands on fucking Icy Hot.” With every point, he left another bite on your neck. His hands found their way down to our shirt, pushing up under. You looked him in the eyes, they were completely full of lust. Pure angry, lust. Your eyes probably reflected his emotions. You could feel your body getting hotter. He brought you into another kiss, this one was more passionate and intense. He pulled your chin close with his hand, snarling. “Those hands belong to me. I’m going to show you what happens if you forget that.”
“I didn’t know you had ownership over me, Bakugo. I’m my own damn person, I don’t need you.” You pursed your lips and looked up at him through your eyelashes, you could see his jaw clenching at the sight. He kissed you roughly again.
“It’s Katsuki.” He grunted, pulling away. “Those marks on your neck tell me otherwise.” A sly smirk fell onto his face, it was too damn hot. You were too needy, pulling him in for another kiss. He was overwhelming you with just his lips that you didn’t even notice his hand slip down into your sweatpants. A gasp tore from your lips as you felt him cup his hand on your aching core through your panties. “How wet you are tells me otherwise.”
He rubbed you gently through the thin fabric of your panties eliciting a soft moan from you. Pulling away from you, you lifted your lower half up just enough for him to slip down your sweatpants. You heard him groan and remembered what you were wearing.
“These fucking underwear.” He grumbled, they were the black lacy panties with silver skulls. He ran his hands up and down the inside of your thighs.
“I put them on for Todoroki, but I guess you’ll do too.” You teased, your breath hitching when he pinched the inside of your thigh.
“Shut the fuck up, brat.” He leaned in kissing you roughly again. You could feel his hard member against your thigh, you reached down and started stroking it through his sweats. He let out a loud groan into your mouth. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sound.
“Fuck, Katsuki.”
“Say my name baby. That’s the only name you’re allowed to say.” You ran your hands through his hair tugging it gently. When you felt his breath hitch, you pulled rougher. He moaned into your neck leaving another sloppy kiss. He reached down to your wetness again.
“What if someone sees us?” You panted out as he pushed his hand into your panties.
“Fucking let them.” He grunted from the friction of you moving your thigh against his hard length. His hand found its way through your folds drawing out a moan from you. He drew some of your wet and started to rub circles around your clit.
“Katsuki, holy f-fuck.” You whimpered, he felt himself get harder at the noise. He smirked and slipped a finger into you, pumping it gently. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you tried to grind down on his hand. He held you in place with the other and added another finger, moving them in and out slowly. “Fucking move.” You groaned.
“Tch, after all that teasing you think you’ve been a good girl?” He nipped at your jaw and you whined.
“Katsuki please.” You were becoming desperate, you needed him. It was too much.
“Beg, Y/n. I want to hear your bratty voice beg for me.” His fingers moved at an ungodly slow pace. He used his other hand to fondle one of your breasts. He knew what effect he had on you, the fucking cocky shit.
“Fuck! Fine, Katsuki, please. Please make me come.” You moaned out, “Show me how to be a good girl, you good girl. Kats-“ You were cut off when his lips crashed into yours, he started to pump his hand at a faster pace, curling his fingers as he did so. You moaned loudly at his thumb putting pressure on your clit. You were coming undone, fast.
You reached your hands down pushing down his sweats enough to let him spring free. He hissed when you took his length into your hand and started pumping. You rubbed your thumb over the tip, feeling the precum leaking out. You picked up your pace and he moaned very loudly. “Ugh, baby. You feel so good.”
“I want you to come with me Katsuki. Let your good girl make you come.” His face dove into the crook of your neck muffling his moans a bit, he was close too. His fingers found your sweet spot.
“F-fuck, shit, Katsuki right there, please. Fuck don’t stop.” The combined pumping of his fingers and pressure of his thumb was too much. With one final curl of his fingers, you were coming. He swallowed your moans in a kiss. Your hand pumping faster as your body shook in his embrace, you were in pure bliss.
The sounds of your whining sent him with a long groan, he bucked his hips into your hand his cum landing on your thigh. You opened your eyes to see the immense pleasure of his features. He was so fucking hot. His forehead touched yours, the two of you panting.
“You better not be a fucking brat anymore.” He grunted, kissing your neck once more.
You looked up at him as he pulled himself off of you. “If it ends like this I think I’ll make it my personal mission to piss you off.”
His face scrunched up, “I was going to get you a towel, but you can fuck off!”
You giggled and reached for his hand. “Wait, no!” He laughed slightly at you, handing you a towel he had somehow pulled from thin air.
“You’re staying in my room tonight.” When he saw the way your eyes lit up he bared his teeth. “It’s just so you don’t touch that fucking melting ice cube!”
“Yeah right.” You laughed at him, lacing your fingers in his hand. “If you don’t want me touching him, then does that mean I can give you a massage sometime?”
He was quiet for a moment and glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, then rolled them. “Yes, you dumbass.”
