──── Katsuki is a pain to sleep next to, clingy and hot, double whammy.
It felt like you were being baked in an oven from how hot the room was. The fan was on its highest setting, and you had just turned the a.c on but it was still sweltering.
And of course, the man you shared a bed with just had to be the equivalent of a human heater.
Your tank top stuck to you in all the wrong places, tossing and turning so the other side of your body could feel the brief relief from the fan.
“Baby, get off f’me,” you pleaded, almost trapped under your boyfriend’s arm.
"Quit movin'." His voice was laced with sleep. Not giving any sign that he would move anytime soon.
You squirmed, attempting to release yourself once more. "It's hot, and you on me isn't making it any better."
And to make matters worse, Katsuki pulls you to his bare chest, your cheek pressed to his pec. His palm spread possessively across your skin.
“And I swear to— those fuckin’ idiots are absolute morons,” he huffs. “Filmin’ me right in front of a burning building? Then have the audacity to make me seem like the bad guy for tellin’ them off? They would’ve been barbecued!”
You notice, sometimes, that whenever Katsuki gets frustrated about something—anything—then his lips form a small pout. Whether it’s intentional or an unconscious habit, you find it adorable every time you’re blessed to see your husband’s expression up close.
“Mm, I did see that,” you hum.
“And y’know what?”
He’s settled comfortably on your lap, head cushioned by your rather soft thighs, perfect for being a substitute pillow while you do his evening skincare routine. Not that he ever needed one. Genetics made it possible for him to never need to worry about his face or whatever. You’re kind of jealous, actually.
Katsuki’s so effortlessly pretty. Handsome pretty. Pretty handsome.
“What?”
“People at the agency, my agency, kept on telling me to—shit, that’s cold—to maintain proper decorum in public,” he scoffs a little when you finally apply some soothing cream, gently massaging the formula on his skin in an upward motion that unknowingly lifts a little tension off his face. “Can you believe that?” he added. “I’m way too stressed to worry about proper decorum bullshit when people are stupid enough to not assess the situation they’re in.”
“I know,” you replied. “I’d probably react the same way as you. Some people do like putting their priorities in the wrong place.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “At least you understand,” he murmurs, dragging out a long sigh. “Hair’s going to go gray at this point if they don’t practice their common sense anytime soon.”
You laughed. “I’m going to miss your blonde hair. It’s iconic. Timeless.”
“Yeah, might look badass with gray, though.” And there it was, still a little pout on his lips as he looks up at you. It’s so intimate, so adorable, you think you want a picture of it and have it on the first page of a photo album.
“Mhm. Think you’d look hotter, actually.”
He snorted. “Maybe. We’ll just see in a few decades, huh?”
“That’s a long time, Katsuki.”
“Uh huh. We have a lot more to spend.”
You nodded. You loved the idea of having a lot of decades to spend with Katsuki.
“Hey, love?”
“Hm?”
“Did you know that you pout whenever you’re frustrated?”
He does not. And Katsuki continues to convince you that he doesn’t pout. Even if he’s already pouting while you tease him some more.
izuku knew when you three were kids. while kaachan bullied him for being quirkless, you were always kind enough to hang out with izuku. and izuku knew you were kaachan's girl when kaachan would hold your hand whenever the three of you were out. and how he would share his snacks with you. and would let you hold him whenever you got scared over something.
even in middle school, izuku noticed the way bakugou would scare off the guys who would try to ask you out. even if a guy was thinking of asking you out, bakugou would be there to scare them off.
luckily for him, you had always thought of izuku as a friend and he was lucky that bakugou knew that.
mitsuki knew you were katsuki's girl when he had asked her if you could sleep over when you two were kids. for once, her son helped her in cleaning, making sure the house was spotless for you. she gladly made your favorite food as well, watching her son talk to you about all might while you listened and ate.
mitsuki knew that you were going to be her future daughter-in-law when she saw her son hold your hand as you two slept in front of the tv with the movie you two were watching, played in the background.
class 1-a knew that you were bakugou's girl when they first met you two. at first, they thought bakugou was nice based on the way he would hold the door for you and walk with you but was wrong when he began to yell at everyone.
they knew you were his girl for sure when you wanted to join izuku, without hesitation, in getting bakugou back from the league of villains.
"so y/n. i've been wanting to ask, when is yours and bakugou's anniversary?" mina asked.
the girls and you were hanging out in the common room area, having a girls night. you sat on the couch while you did uraraka's nails.
"anniversary for what?" you asked, looking at her confused.
"um... your relationship anniversary?" mina asked.
"i can't exactly when we first met but i know it was when we started school."
"no! like your dating anniversary!"
"dating anniversary? we're not dating," you tell her.
"are you sure? you two always act like you're a couple," mina says.
"yeah. best friends don't sneak out to sleep in each other's rooms," jiro pointed out.
"huh. we've always been close since we were kids so i figured it was normal," you tell them.
"would you ever date anyone else other than bakugou?" momo asked.
"i don't know. i've never thought of anyone else like that before," you shrugged.
“what about midoriya? i know you two are close too.”
“he’s like a brother to me,” you explain. “huh.”
after the girls night ended, you walked over to katsuki's room and knocked on the door.
"what?!" katsuki yelled.
"it's me," you tell him.
"come in."
you walked into his room, closing and locking the door behind you.
"i have a question," you tell katsuki, sitting on his bed, looking at him.
"what? it better not be something stupid," katsuki says.
"are we... dating?" you asked.
"huh? when did this get brought up?" katsuki asked.
"the girls and i were talking and mina asked me when our dating anniversary was," you tell him.
"why would that pink extra ask that?" katsuki asked.
"the girls pointed out we act like a couple."
"do you want to be a couple?" katsuki asked.
bakugou would rather die than admit that he wanted you to be his forever. of course he has always loved you since you were kids. and he respected you as not only a classmate, but as a hero.
you had always proved yourself as a strong fighter and he had never once doubted your skills. even during the USJ attack and the attack in camp, he was never worried that you couldn't handle yourself. he was more worried about seeing you hurt if you were caught off guarded.
"i don't really care much for labels to be honest. especially with you. i like us the way we are," you tell him.
"tsk. well from now on, if any extras or shitty guys ask, you're my girlfriend. got it?"
you let out a small chuckle as you lied down next to katsuki. his arms wrapped around your waist as your back faced him
"got it. so i guess-" you took a quick look at your phone. "as of today, we are an official couple. next year we should go out to celebrate or something."
“tsk. fine. if that’s what you want,” katsuki mumbles into your neck.
i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.
you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.
just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.
original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"
underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.
the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.
the kind of smile he only ever gave you.
"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."
he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"
you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."
he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.
meanwhile, twitter had already decided:
- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."
- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."
- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"
his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."
"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"
"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.
"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"
"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."
"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"
he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."
your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"
"yeah, well...ya texted first."
you blinked. "so this is my fault?"
"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."
your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.
"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"
he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."
and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:
"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."
he didn’t listen, obviously.
"they can wait. they know my wife is important."
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
izuku had always thought he’d settle down with a somewhat composed girl, eyes beady and bright when gathering new information, notes scattered on an already messy desk with coffee stains.
hair talloused and socially clueless, always mumbling nonsense out loud.
so how on earth did he find himself getting asked out by the most sparkliest girl in existence?
it was hot, children swinging their small feet on benches as vanilla and strawberry ice-cream dripped onto the floor, short skirts and sunglasses dotted all over as passer-bys fanned their flushed cheeks.
“you’re super cute! could I get your number?” you gushed confidently, tapping his pink button nose.
“I- uh-”
izuku midoriya had found himself rendered completely and utterly useless, years of taming his stupidly awkward nature of helpless stutters and red cheeks to a somewhat socially acceptable standard was thrown pathetically out the window.
your eyes were love dazed as you stared at fidgeting boy in-front of you, lashes curled and painted while your lips were glossy against the warm summer sun— shirt cropped and jeans tight with an abundance of jewellery.
“so?” you quirked a brow, “whatcha’ say cutie?”
cutie?!
“yeah— uhm, okay.” he croaked, tugging the collar of his simple tee as be handed you his phone.
you couldn’t help but loudly gasp at his large, calloused hands, ridden with rough scars. “woah! your hands are like—”
great. she thinks I’m ugly.
“super hot!”
“HOT?!”
if the sweltering heat wasn’t going to make izuku midoriya faint,
you sure were.
KATSUKI ⠀ BAKUGO
katsuki was loud, tongue brash and vermilion eyes rivalling sharp daggers— his bluntness painfully cold.
so, of course, he’d be the most suitable candidate and put in a situation where sweet kindess would be required.
“oh- I’m so sorry!” you squeaked, quickly picking up his array of spicy seasonings and fresh vegetables.
even worse, and much to katsukis dismay, your drink had slipped from your grip and tainted his crisp-white tee.
“fuck—” he grunted, lifting the hem of his shirt and annoyedly shook it, watching the sweet drink drip to the shop floor and stick to his stomach.
“look where your going dammit’—” he abruptly cut himself off as he looked down at you, making direct eye contact with you.
were you . . . cute?
you were, eyes doe as you peered up at him through your lashes, hand still outstretched over a small bottle of spice— your hair littered in pink clips and shoulders blanketed with a soft cardigan.
he clicked his tongue, tick mark visible on his forehead and he grumbled out a small. “..s’whatever.” ears slightly pink.
“are you sure?.. I feel so bad..” you mumbled, gathering the last of his shopping.
he clenched his jaw at your honeyed voice, scoffing. “nah s’cool..”
you stood up, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “I really am sorry.. I wasn’t looking where I was going..”
he scrunched his brows ,“you apologise a-lot ya’know.” bakugo noted, voice voided of teasing— just noticing.
“sorry…” you quickly shot a hand to your mouth, looking down and twisting your ankle.
“if it’d help.. you could -uh- give me your number? I could pay for a new shirt if you want… or something..?
bakugo gave you a look over, low eyes trailing over your body before a soft smirk graced his lips. “tch’ fine.”
yeah,
bakugo was gonna hold you to that.
SHOTO ⠀ TODOROKI
shoto was rational, rational but quite unaware.
he lacked knowledge about phones, trends and social media in general—
“just trust me todoroki!”
“so you’re saying.. if I put my face as my profile picture.. I’d be famous?” mina giggled at his air quotes, patting his shoulder giddily.
“mhm, mhm! you’re s’handsome todoroki! a girl clicks on your page and boom!— she drops dead!”
shoto gulped, shutting his phone promptly off and stuffing it in his pockets. “no, sorry mina, I don’t want anybody to die..” he murmured.
“my smile is already a danger, do you remember what mt.lady said? she said—”
mina sighed, zoning the clueless boys rambling out— rubbing the crease between her brows. “for all-mights sake..”
but he made up for it academically, full marks on every paper written out in fresh red ink and a small smiley face.
he’d dealt with mina, sero and even denki—
so why were you so hard to understand?
“yeah cus’ I’m a youngho.”
“. . .”
shoto blinked, “uh- you’re not a.. hoe. just young.” he flushed at the crude word, rubbing his nape uncomfortably.
you pursed your lips, “y’know” you began, ignoring his innocent remark, “you kinda’ have yearner eyes.”
“yearner.. eyes?”
“mhm!”
todoroki coughed, trying to deflect the conversation. “do you have a favourite hero?”
“uh— duh? hawks is a total snack! I like- tots’ hastag need that.”
“snack? as in to eat?”
you giggled, resting a palm against your cheek as you leaned forward. “..your cute.”
todorki felt his blood rush to his face, ears thumping as he toyed with his fingers.
curse denki for setting him up on this date,
and curse his heart for beating so much.
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mokis ⠀ notes ﹕ hehehe whyd i lowk cook eheheh this was sm fun to write im gonna do this with the jjk men👩🏽🍳👩🏽🍳 aswl #stanpinkpanthress i was listening to ice cream by yuna pls stream its rlly cutesy ..… anyway lmk if you guys want more mha boys since i only did three :o TYSM FOR READING TILL THE END I LOVE UU 🧁🧁 ❤︎
oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.
you want to go shopping? here's his card.
you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!
you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.
he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.
he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping bags in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.
he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.
he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.
he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."
Everyone knows Bakugo as the yelling and angry at the world Bakugo. Only his closest friends know his calmer, maybe even soft, side. But you‘re the only one who sees him like this. You‘re the only one who knows how he looks when he‘s about to cum just from a bit of dry humping. Because Katsuki Bakugo is a virgin.
You and Katsuki have been in a relationship since the first year in UA. No one was really surprised, you knew him since you were little and somehow he was always more gentle with you. It‘s something you never saw as weird or unusual for him, it’s the only way he ever was with you. It wasn’t because he saw you as weaker or softer than others, no never that. Quite the opposite. You stood up to him since the first day he tried to start a fight. Since that day you two were joined to the hip until he finally got the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend.
So, to no one’s surprise both of you had little to no experience in anything intimate. You were eachothers first hug, first kiss, first everything. What was a big surprise tho, was how nervous Katsuki would get whenever you used to kiss first. His palms would sweat a little and his whole body would shake until you pulled him closer, melting into him. Making him visibly relax and loosen up.
Now, you were at the point where you would make out at any given chance. Not having much free time, making you climb him whenever you could. Which is exactly what was happening right now. Katsuki just came back from whatever mission or training he was way from, barely making it through the door before you put your hands on him, pulling him closer until your face was pressed into his very muscular chest.
„Missed you“ you mumbled, voice muffled against his chest. His brain seemed to finally catch up to his body as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you somehow closer than you were before. „Yeah? I was only gone for some hours.“ You huffed, a small pout on your face as you looked up at him, him already looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.
„Way too long. I was all alone, dying of boredom in your room.“ A smirk formed on his face as his hand grabbed your chin, making you look directly at him. „Guess I have to make it up to you then huh?“ He didn’t give you a chance to respond before pulling you in, kissing your lips in a soft way. The more time passed, the more the kisses turned heated, both wanting more. Walking backwards until he hit the edge of the bed falling backwards, you on top of him. Katsuki groaned into the kiss, hand on your hip holding you steady, almost bruising. A small whine leaving your lips as you pulled back to catch your breath. „Katsuki.“ His eyes clouded with a growing lust looking at your lips. „Yeah I know.“ He pulled you back in a passionate kiss, the hunger in the way his lips brushed against you, evident. „Want more.“ You mumbled against his lips voice breathy.
As to support your claim, you rolled your hips once. Then again, harder this time. Katsuki‘s eyes squeezing shut, trying to have some restraint but only leaving out a quite out of breath groan. The bulge pressing against you impossible to ignore. His eyes blown wide, pupils dilated with want, cheeks flushed a light pink. His hand on your hip guiding you to grind against him. You whimpered, a sound making Katsuki twitch in his sweatpants. „You‘re gonna kill me. I can feel how wet you are through my pants.“ His nasty mouth would usually have you blushing if he didn’t look equally as nervous. Instead you answered with a small smirk. „Yeah? You’re saying that as if I cant feel your dick clearly hard against me Suki.“
A small whimper leaving him at your words, clearly affecting him. You kissed him, swallowing the sound, hips grind against him. Your skirt bunched up at your hips making his hands move to your ass gripping hard at the flesh. You’re panties getting wetter and wetter the more you moved against him, kissing him, touching him. His lips moving from your mouth down to kiss your jaw, lower, your neck, sucking, licking the skin. Small moans leaving you, the sounds making him buck his hips into you as if his body wanted, no, needed more.
He would have teased you for being so wet if he wasn’t equally or even more turned on than you. His cock leaking pre cum staining the front of his sweatpants, making your grinding even messier. „If yo -ngh- keep going I‘m going to -fuck- cum.“ You sped up your movements not being to far off yourself the feeling of his dick pressing hard and heavy against you making you gasp. He left out a moan, the fast movements being too much - yet not enough-, his hips pushing up against you in a desperate attempt to make himself cum. „Oh- shit I think -ngh- I-I‘m gonna fuckkk.“ Katsuki‘s voice breaking, his head falling back his hands gripping you so tightly he almost left bruises. You gripped his arm, not stopping even while feeling the new wet patch forming, chasing your own release. At your relentless constant pace Katsuki opened his eyes, mouth still open, a pained look on his face, the overstimulation from already cumming too much for someone so unexperienced. „Wait ngh I- hm- fuck can’t anymore it’s too much mhmm-.“ He tried to protest, his sentence broken, as if he couldn’t even think right anymore.
You left out a whimper, looking up at him while still grinding your hips at his -still hard- cock. Seeing your fucked-out expression making him twitch in his pants. That’s when you noticed it. Tears were running down his face his cheeks flushed a bright red while looking down at you like you were hurting him. One last push against him his tear stained face and his bulge against you pushing you over the edge, making your hips stutter while moaning his name. He groaned feeling your pussy juices leaking from your panties on his sweats, holding you closer. You tried catching you breath against his chest while his hands run from your back to your neck to caressing your hair. When you finally came down from your high, you blushed realizing what you just have done while shyly peeking up to him only to see him already looking at you with the same tinted cheeks.
„You alright?“ His voice still slightly out of breath but still worrying about you. You smiled a little looking at him with hearts in your eyes. „I‘m fine. You were the one crying after all.“ you giggled, teasing him. His blush deepened as he looked everywhere but you. „Tch you were the one who kept going it’s not my fault. Acting like you didn’t climb me the moment I entered the room.“ You giggled making him smile a bit as if he was trying to hide it before he pulled you down until you were laying next to him on the bed. He stood up still slightly shaken before going to his dresser to get a new pair of boxers and pants for you. He changed, helping you but on some clean clothes before going under the sheets with you, holding you close. You wrapped your hands around him, face against his chest realizing how sleepy you got already half asleep.
Katsuki kissed your forehead him himself already doozing off his arms and legs around yours not before muttering a „G‘night I love you.“ against you.
a/n : This is my first time writing smut ish pls have mercy. Btw give me ideas on what to write next lowkeygenuily.
