cw: brothers best friend trope, late teens-early twenties, mutual yearning, crushes, katsuki is down bad, sleepover, kissing, swearing, & not proofread
ⓘ Featuring brothers best friend Kats can't help but think about Kirishima's little sister.
katsuki knew he was done for the first time he came to Kiri's & found you opening the door to welcome him—it wasn't even supposed to be something meaningful, gaming & dinner, but he found you and just knew.
katsuki started coming over regularly. Everyone wants to study? Let's go to Kirishima's. Movie night? Kirishima's house has the best snacks. Sleepovers? Since you're there, Mina & Jirou can come; it's only logical to be at Kirishima's.
katsuki would bring extra snacks & offer them to you because he noticed you sneaking downstairs to raid the kitchen, is always quick to pass you a plate, or bowl, or just a brownie—before your brother gets the chance most of the time.
katsuki thinks he's slick about his crush, but it's painfully obvious to just about everyone but you.
katsuki started figuring out little ways to include you in the friend group, blissfully unaware that the moment he suggested bringing you, Kirishima was expecting to be told you were dating soon after.
katsuki who snuck into your room one night during one of the sleepovers, his friends were bickering over a video game, & he took the opportunity, finding you getting ready for bed, making a fool of himself, and accidentally started a domino effect.
You'd always end up seeking the other out.
katsuki ends up crashing in your room at every chance, claiming the atmosphere was "too loud." from the extras & started spending more time tucked in your room than out with his friends.
katsuki dozed off in your bed one night while you were showering & woke up to the feeling of your damp hair prickling against his chest, dazed & out of it at the sight of you cuddling up against him.
katsuki silently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stroking your shoulder slowly & watched you get more comfortable against him, letting you live in it & take it as it were, you felt safe with him.
katsuki only woke up from the flash of Mina's phone at 3 am, where his friends were all crowded around your bed snapping photos of you using Kats as your personal teddy bear—glared at them, silencing them with a single eye twitch and hissed "If you wake her up, I swear to god—"
katsuki didn't move a muscle & stayed put after Kirishima finally dragged their friends out of your room with a quiet "we're talking about this in the morning." as he motioned between you both before leaving.
katsuki completely forgot he'd been annoyed the moment he felt your fingers lazily stroking his chest, & froze up when your lips softly pressed against his cheek.
support department deku (he gonna try and win the festival so he can become a hybrid support and hero course student!)
Also quirkless deku for life (he do be getting bullied but worry not, the rat will help later on. For now todo and mei protecc the bean ;3)
Also tododeku cause its funny- todoroki will punch bakubro at some point too.
Oh and uhhh scar cause oops- but worry not bakubro (who accidentally cause said scar) will get punched as said before (no Baku bashing just a bit of consequences)
Btw gotta love mha for helping me stay motivated despite getting art block :33
here’s my fuckass dream about denki 😭 best friend denki who lets you crash at his place for the night & you ask to take a shower there. this man has only good intentions(???) and legit forgets that there aren’t any towels in there and runs to bring you one but uh oh reader is naked and hasn’t gotten in the shower yet
towel - d. kaminari 18+ MDNI!!!
you hate unreliable weather forecast. this morning you had to wear sunglasses on your way to work because the sun was beating down like it had a personal vendetta. then, after your lunch break, the sky turned an ominous shade of dark gray, and it started raining buckets. by the time you had to head back, it still hadn’t stopped.
luckily for you, you coworker and close friend denki kaminari lived not too far from your workplace. “with the way it’s pouring we’ll still get soaked,” he’d said. “but at least it’s closer than your place. you can stay at mine until it stops raining, i don’t mind.”
and that’s how you ended up at his apartment. both of you are positively drenched, as predicted, you heart still pounding from running the whole way there and your throat sore from yelling and laughing. the last time you ran in the rain was probably when you were a kid, you didn’t even know it was a feeling you missed.
“fuck,” denki pants, kicking off his shoes on the mat by the front door, soles whining with a squelch! “how can there even be all that water in the sky!? it’s been going for, what, three hours?” you watch him hunch over before he starts shaking his head like a dog, droplets flying everywhere.
“ew, denks, gross!” you laugh, hopping to the side to dodge. he looks up at you, golden eyes wide and clueless. “what? it’s water, it’ll dry out.”
you roll your eyes, then gaze down at your clothes, weighed down by the rain and sticking to you uncomfortably. “ugh, this is literally the worst feeling ever,” you grumble, stretching your t-shirt, only for it to adhere back to your skin like glue.
denki rubs the back of his neck, averting his eyes to a random spot in his living room. “uhm, you could…i mean, if you want to take a shower it’s totally cool. i can lend you a hoodie and some sweats.”
you seem to not notice the shake in his voice - and if you do, you don’t say anything about it - your face lighting up happily at the offer instead. “really? ugh, that would be perfect right now!” you beam. “because i was literally about to strip to my underwear and wait for my clothes to dry, but taking a shower sounds so good right now. still down the hall to the left, yeah?”
denki is so glad you turned around, because he quite literally has to push his unhinged jaw back in place after what you’ve said. he’s a simple man, okay? having a gorgeous girl like yourself around does things to his head! and you’re just so comfortable around him, he could never take advantage of that trust.
“y-yeah, still there,” he manages to croak out as you disappear down the hall.
once you’re out of sight and he hears you close the door, he can finally rub his hands over his face violently, internally yelling at himself to get a fucking grip. then he remembers.
denki is a simple man, okay? he has his own apartment, doesn’t exactly live by his old household rules anymore, and that means his place is not the most organized. i mean, have we seen the guy? so it’s only then that he remembers that there are no clean towels in the bathroom, that they’re still unfolded by the dryer since he took them out last night.
he hurries to grab a couple, his soaked jeans creaking obnoxiously with his every move. “hey!” he calls once he’s outside the bathroom door. “i just remembered there are no towels, i apologize for being a terrible host, uhm…y-you know i wasn’t expecting anyone over…a-anyway, can i come in? or you can stick your hand out the door and i can just give it to you.”
no answer. leaning his ear against the wood, he can hear the shower running. perhaps you just didn’t hear him, so if he just opens the door enough to chuck the towels on the floor—
“denki!”
of course, luck is never on his side.
or maybe it is, because there you are, completely naked in front of him. he almost hits his face square into the door as he whips his head away. “i’m so sorry!” he yells out, then sticks his arms out. “i, uh…t-towels…g-got you towels, there were none…i’m sorry i-i didn’t even see anything!”
that last part is a blatant lie, because the image of your bare body is now forever burned in his brain, and oh, he might just start believing in some deity right now just to thank them for such a heavenly sight.
denki whimpers when he feels your fingers brush against his own to grab the towels. “you brought two? what, were you planning to join me?”
seriously, girl, do you want to kill the guy!?
his neck is protesting with the strain of keeping his head turned for so long, eyes squeezed shut for good measure. “i-i-i— not at all!” he replies in a panic, only for you to giggle at his suffering. “really?” you coo. “i bet it’s no fun to stand around in drenched clothes, i feel bad taking a shower before you…we should just take it together, you know, to save water and whatnot.”
“are you…are you sure?” he chokes on his words.
“just get in here, dork.”
your fingers are wrapping against his wrist to tug him inside, and poor denki has barely any time to process what’s happening before you’re pulling him to your height to kiss him. it’s like something snaps in his body. the towels are long forgotten on the tiled floor now, his hands finding your hips to pull you against him his clothes are still sopping wet, the cold fabric against your skin drawing out a gasped moan. “cold!”
denki immediately realizes his mistake and gently pulls you back, snorting. “sorry,” he murmurs awkwardly. “got carried away.”
you hum, lustful eyes dragging a long look over his body. “yeah, i can tell,” you nudge your chin downwards, to his very visible erection, soaked denim straining across his front. “hey! you’re just…very pretty and i’m—”
“a dork,” you giggle. “but that’s why i like you.”
you press another chaste peck to his lips, then step back towards the shower. “c’mon, we don’t want to waste any more water now, do we? i’ll go ahead and wait for you,” you wiggle your fingers at him with a grin before drawing the shower curtain.
The dim light of the room was dominated by the glow of the dual monitors, casting sharp blue and orange hues across Katsuki’s focused face. He was leaned forward, his headset clamped tight over his ears, his fingers flying across the keyboard and mouse with a violent, practiced precision.
And you were right there, seated squarely on his lap, your legs draped over the armrests of the gaming chair. You were completely bare beneath him, and he was buried deep inside you, his thick, pulsing length filling you completely. He wasn't moving—not yet. He was simply using you as a living, breathing sheath, keeping you pinned to him while he focused on the match.
The feeling was agonizingly perfect. The warmth of his cock inside you was overwhelming, and every time he shifted his weight to adjust his posture, he slid just a fraction deeper, making you catch your breath.
"Cover the left flank! You idiots, move your asses!" Katsuki barked into the mic, his voice loud and commanding.
You let out a soft, shaky moan, rubbing your hips in a slow, circular motion against him. You felt him stiffen instantly, his breathing hitching.
"Stop it," he hissed under his breath, though he didn't push you away. In fact, he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers bruising your skin as he forced you to stay pressed firmly against him.
"Why?" you whispered, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, your voice a teasing contrast to the chaos happening in his headset. "Am I distracting you, Katsuki?"
"You're a fucking nuisance," he growled, though his voice had lost some of its edge, replaced by a thick, heavy lust.
On the other end of the mic, his teammates were shouting, their voices tinny and distorted. "Bakugo! What's going on? Why are you lagging? Get the objective!"
Katsuki let out a frustrated tsk, his hips giving a sudden, involuntary twitch upward into you. You gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your back arching as you clamped down on him.
"Fuck..." he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. He didn't mute the mic. He didn't even care anymore. "I'm busy dealing with a brat who can't keep her mouth shut."
"Wait, what? Who's there? Bakugo, are you—"
Katsuki reached up and abruptly slammed the mute button, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally looked at you. His eyes were blown wide, dark with a hunger that made your stomach flip.
"You think you're real funny, don't you?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your chest. "Think you can just ride me while I'm trying to win and get away with it?"
"I think you're enjoying it too much to actually be mad," you challenged, grinding your hips down hard, feeling him throb inside you.
"You're fucking right," he groaned, his composure finally snapping. He abandoned the controls, the game forgotten as he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, creating a gap for just a second before slamming you back down onto him with a force that made the chair creak.
"God, you're so tight," he breathed, his head falling back as he began to drive into you in earnest, his movements fast and punishing. "Just stay right here. Keep warming me up... until I fucking break you."
You screamed his name, your hands clutching at his shoulders as the rhythm became frantic. He wasn't just playing a game anymore; he was playing with your body, and he was determined to win.
insecure!shouta with a gf who's "out of his league" (18+)
𐚁 no matter how many times you beg your boyfriend to accept he's a wildly attractive man, he follows with self deprecating statements. that you're "too pretty" for a gruff bastard like himself, citing low standards as your reason for staying with him. he's too humble for his own good, a trait he picked up early in his life that snowballed into a burden of insecurities as an adult. but you're not into men who are selfish in the bedroom, the only occasions where he feels worthy of your love and devotion to him.
𐚁 "just a little more." he smirks into your thigh, pulling your lower body towards the edge of the bed for a closer examination. fuck - your pussy is too perfect, better than anything he's imagined in his head and it's being offered to him on a silver fucking platter. "hand in my hair, now." his tone leaves no room for argument, but the intoxicating pleasure renders you incapable of speech. sure, there are men more attractive than him you could be entertaining - but none of them could worship your body as expertly, which is validating enough for him.
𐚁 it irks him (jokingly) how you put together outfits that compliment your body perfectly whenever you're out in public. if a conventionally attractive man passes by, shouta's grip on your hand will tighten for a split second. "yeah, he was definitely looking at your ass. can't say i blame him, though." on date nights, he makes an effort to dress up and look presentable - similarly to how he would at press conferences in a tailored suit, hair slicked back and facial hair trimmed.
𐚁 he's at his most irrational when making love to you - he's an underground hero who deals with the worst criminals on the streets, brings a damn sleeping bag to his lectures and exhibits a rough demeanor to the public. he doesn't deserve that dollish look in your eyes, how your irises sparkle and reflect upon his unfiltered gaze. "can't get enough of you, how fuckin' perfect my girl is. all i do is take from you, is that right?" you've conditioned your ears to tune his negative statements out, focusing intently on how his fat tip keeps slamming into your sweet spot.
𐚁 you've literally ruined any other pussy for him. there's no way in hell he can lose you - he knows damn well that no other pussy can wring countless orgasms out of him like yours can. the mere thought of another man enjoying himself between your legs sends him into a violent head space. what's amazing about your pussy is how it fits his cock so uniquely, his pull out game so nonexistent that you had no choice but to go on birth control.
