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[xoxojisu]

"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

synopsis: the 1a girls have a lot to say about you and katsuki's not-relationship.

a/n: hahahaha more pre-relationship just friends trope (do not tell me i do this trope too much it brings me joy) also a lot of people asked for a pt two to my unofficalbf!katsuki hcs and this isnt quiiiite that bc there's not a whole lotta interaction w katsuki but uhm its smth. i have more wips abt this tho so theres a LOTTT more where that came from!

"even if we don't talk about anything important, i want to force it to be about romance!" mina exclaimed as ochako floated off in embarrassment at being questioned about deku.

"oh! speaking of! how long have you and bakugo been dating, y/n?"

you froze. "huh?"

"i don't know how you handle him! you're so sweet and cute and he's all 'die! go to hell! i am the king explosion murder lord!' y'know?" she added.

"he's not really like that with her, though. he's always a lot quieter she's around. you can see the way his eyes soften." tsu commented thoughtfully.

they all stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer the question, and you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. "uh.. katsuki and i.. aren't dating?"

a beat passed. then another.

"WHAT?!"

"no way! i thought you two were dating for sure! he's always holding your hand and grabbing at you and acting all soft with you! wait, i literally saw him carry you to his room! how are you not dating?" hagakure burst out.

"yeah! and during our movie night last week, you were laying your head on his shoulder and he had his arms around you!" mina chimed in. "we all just assumed you two were dating like a given! what do you mean, 'you're not dating?!'"

"i mean, we're not dating! we're close friends, sure, but katsuki's never, like, asked me to be his girlfriend or anything! we're just tight childhood friends, that's all! he probably thinks of me as a little sister with the way he looks out for me, or something." you explained, waving your hands in the air frantically.

"y/n, i love you, but you're being as stupid as kaminari! no boy, but especially not bakugo, would ever act like that with a girl he wasn't interested in." jirou sighed. "there really isn't such thing as 'platonic cuddling' or 'platonic handholding' between boys and girls."

"well, it's normal for kids, you know? and katsuki and i grew up together, so it just kinda stuck!" you said, making a noble attempt at justifying you and katsuki's we-are-definitely-not-just-friends behavior. they all looked at you unamused.

the girls continued to bombard you with questions, each one getting bolder than the last.

"seriously, though, y/n," mina said, her grin wide, "how do you keep it together around him? you two are always so… cozy."

"cozy?" you blinked, trying to avoid their intense stares. "what do you mean 'cozy'?"

"oh, come on," she teased, nudging you. "you hold hands, sit waaaay too close, and don’t even get me started on the whole ‘sleeping on and cuddling with him’ thing. also, i swear i saw him give you a kiss on the forehead!"

"i mean, that’s just how we are!" you said, exasperated. "we’ve been friends forever! it’s not a big deal!"

jirou raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i don’t know, y/n. most guys don’t carry their girl friends to their rooms when they’re tired."

you froze. the memories flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. "i told you, he was just being—"

"overprotective?" yaomomo interrupted, practically reading your mind. "yeah, that’s what we thought, too. but i don’t know, seems a little… extra for a friend."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “this is ridiculous. we’re not dating! he’s not like that with me.”

they all stared at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open.

katsuki stood in the doorway, his signature scowl immediately visible, with kirishima and kaminari not far behind. "..what the hell are you all looking like that at me for? you got a problem?"

the girls didn’t miss a beat. mina jumped up, eyes practically sparkling. "we were just discussing how you and a certain girl over here are totally a secret item!"

you froze. oh no.

katsuki's eyes widened then narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of grumpiness and fluster. "the hell?" was all he said.

“you’re always carrying her, holding hands, and let’s not forget you cuddling with her sleeping on you during that movie last week. with how comfortable you guys were with it, i'll bet it was far from the first time you guys have done stuff like that, too! you two are practically made for each other!”

katsuki glared at her, his fists clenching. "i don’t give a shit what you idiots think." his voice was sharp, dismissive, and he turned his gaze toward you for a moment, his usual annoyance evident.

you let out a nervous laugh, relieved that he wasn’t actually acknowledging any of the weird feelings the group was pushing on you two.

the girls looked between you and katsuki, still skeptical, but he wasn’t having it. he gave a quick, sharp glare to the group before glancing back at you. you failed to see the way his sharp glare softened ever-so-slightly when he did so.

“you’re all so damn nosy,” he muttered, turning to leave. "get a life."

he marched off grumpily, kirishima and kaminari now excitedly talking to him about assumedly the same topic. he slammed the door in their faces, but they were quick to scramble after him.

you let out a sigh of relief once they left, but before you could even speak, mina burst into laughter. "there it is! classic bakugo. totally in denial!"

"totally!" ochako giggled.

"mhm!" hagakure agreed.

"ugh," you groaned, face in your hands. "please just drop it already!"

the girls kept their grins, but the teasing finally slowed down. "alright, alright," mina said with a wink. "we’ll let you off the hook for now."

you exhaled in relief as the group slowly started to branch off into different topics, the heat finally off of you. you excused yourself for some water so you could get some air, and began heading back to the dorm rooms.

to your surprise, katsuki was already waiting for you outside the common area. when he saw you, he gave you a gruff nod of acknowledgement.

"kats! i thought you were going to bed!" you chirped, unaware of how your demeanor instantly brightened when it was just the two of you.

"i am," was all he offered before grabbing your hand and dragging you to presumably his dorm room to cuddle and hangout.

as you rambled and chatted with katsuki, hand-in-hand, on your way to hang out in his dorm alone, the words of your friends came back to you, causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

..yeah. you two were definitely not "just friends."

[xoxojisu]

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

masterlist bc i think abt unofficialbf!katsuki a lot inspo from @cashmoneyyysstuff ! <3 she's an amazing writer go check her out!

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onlyfans creator bakugou! who is in the middle of filming content, his fist wrapped tight around his cock, when there's a knock at his door. he sighs and quickly slips his grey sweatpants on, choosing to go shirtless as he pads across his apartment to open to his door to you, his neighbor from across the hall.

"i'm so sorry," you huff out, face flushed in embarrassment. "I was...could you help me? my stupid key got stuck in my door and I can't get it out."

"what?" he asks, blinking slowly at you.

"I know it sounds so stupid," you groan, "but just...can you look at it? please?"

bakugou chooses to ignore the way your groan affects him, his cock jumping slightly in his pants when he imagines making you groan in other ways. especially now that he's looking at you, in a pair of tight biker shorts and a big t-shirt, and he's trying to be respectful but it's hard not to notice your nipples hardening through your t-shirt, and the curve of your ass disappearing under the hem of your shirt and —

"yeah, i'll look." and sure enough, your key is literally lodged in the keyhole of your door. he tries to tug on it, tries twisting it and jiggling it but nothing is working to loosen it. "well, we should probably call maintenance then, huh?" he says.

you nod, and bakugou tells you that you can wait inside his place for them to come and remove your key. but he doesn't really think this through — because now you're sitting next to him on his couch, the warmth of your thigh touching his and he's still so hard from filming from before, and this is basically a form of torture because there's a beautiful girl sitting next to him and he can't touch you in the way he wants and —

"bakugou? are you okay?" you're asking, your brows furrowed as you wave your hand in front of his face. he blinks at you and nods, his cheeks reddening under your gaze.

"sorry, I'm just a little distracted today," he mumbles.

you nod and he grabs the remote, turning on the tv in the hopes that his horny thoughts can be drowned out by some shitty tv show.

except — now on the screen there's a naked couple fucking like rabbits, wanton moans pouring out of the speakers. he fumbles with the remote, dropping it on the floor, and scrambles to turn it off, his ears bright red.

the moaning is cut off quickly, the silence almost unbearably loud as you glance over at him, trying to hold in a giggle. but he's sitting so rigidly, pointedly not looking your way, and you decide right then and there to help him out a little.

when he first opened the door, it was a little hard not to ogle his body, but it was even harder not to stare at the outline of his hard cock through his sweatpants, the tip wetting the fabric, a dark spot forming from his pre which was leaking into the cotton material.

you face him now and place a hand on his thigh. his gaze flies to you, and you smile shyly at him before slowly sliding your hand to his lap. his hips jump a little, and you stroke your hand over the soft material of his sweats, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows.

leaning forward, you place a kiss to his neck, and re-position yourself so that you're straddling him, before you start to rock your hips against his lap. he grips your hip with one hand and slides the other to grab at the fat of your ass, then slides it up along your spine before cradling the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts your face down to crash his lips to yours.

it isn't nice, the way he kisses you. he's nipping at your lips and sucking hard on your tongue, and you're pretty sure your lip is bleeding a little from where he bit you, but you could not care less.

this big, beautiful man is kissing you like it's something he's been starved of, with such desperation it's making your head spin. and you aren't innocent in this in the slightest — kissing him back with just as much fervor, your hips rocking back and forth over his cock. he isn't wearing underwear, and you aren't either, and it's evident from the way his sweats are darkening with a mixture of both of your arousal.

you lean forward and nip at his ear, the gasp of breath he lets out the hottest thing you've ever heard. and you're licking the outer shell of his ear as you nip and suckle and he's got such a tight grip that you hope there's bruises on your hip in the shape of his fingertips —

"katsuki, can I blow you? please?" you beg in his ear, and they are the prettiest words he's ever heard coming out of the prettiest mouth he's ever seen (a mouth that is about to be full of his cock) and his blood is singing, his heart is thrumming, and he gently pushes you off of him to slide his pants down, his cock gently slapping up on his stomach as it's released.

it's a long, and thick, and the prettiest pink you've ever seen, and your mouth is watering within seconds of watching a little pearlescent bead gather at the tip, his hand moving to squeeze the base of it. you're impatient, and nearly trip over his legs in an attempt to lower yourself to the floor.

he laughs as you make grabby hands towards it, your mouth dropping open as he gently guides the head onto your tongue, your lips wrapping around his as you hollow your cheeks and suck.

"oh shit," he gasps out, "holy—fuck!"

and then it's your turn to laugh at him as his eyes nearly roll back in his head. and fuck—you are so glad you knocked on his door.

[cherrycosmos8]

| katsuki as your neighbor except…

neighbor! katsuki who just moved in across the hall, instantly peaking your curiosity when you see the spiky blonde hair on your way down the hall.

neighbor! katsuki who, for some reason, intrigues you more than any single human ever has. both mysterious and a little nerdy. perfect mix.

neighbor! katsuki who you always find coming home at peculiar hours. sometimes 2am, sometimes later. and never for very long.

neighbor! katsuki who you accidentally bump into on your way out of the door, instantly inviting him over rather than an apology…hopefully he’ll come?

neighbor! katsuki who has an eye for everything, especially you on a rainy friday night at 10pm when he finally comes into your apartment for the first time.

neighbor! katsuki whose phone goes off in the middle of the movie you’re watching together. curled up on the couch with his arms around you, he instantly jumps up. “something came up.” he claims, quickly shuffling out of your door. “i’m sorry.” he says once before leaving.

neighbor! katsuki who comes back to your door later that night, hoping to give you some sort of better explanation. only to find you’re either asleep, or completely ignoring him…which was totally fucking fine too, by the way. he wouldn’t blame you.

neighbor! katsuki who you avidly avoid for the next few days. saving yourself the utter embarrassment of rejection or worse. him realizing entirely too late he didn’t feel the same way you do.

neighbor! katsuki who doesn’t come to class for a few days. leaving you to wonder if something is wrong or where he could be. that is until a figure swinging through the streets picks you up faster than you can begin to register, saving you from a speeding car in oncoming traffic. “s-spiderman?” you stutter, still in a state of daze and shock. “it’s me.” he says.

spiderman! katsuki who quickly realizes he just revealed his identity to another existing human being. you could either save him or be his detriment. but he doesn’t regret it. in fact, he’s relieved to finally have it off his chest.

spiderman! katsuki who gets annoyed easily. but never by you asking him a million questions about his abilities and well…anything in general. he’s happy to answer them all.

spiderman! katsuki who gets a little more than injured during a fight. coming to you instead of straight to the local hospital. he doesn’t really need it anyway. but at least he just has all the more reason to come over and get taken care of by you.

spiderman! katsuki who allows you to scold him about safety and danger. he’d heard all of it before ten times over from his aunt. but he listens to it all again just for the sake of your voice.

spiderman! katsuki who agrees to bring you along just this one time. he drops you off at a tall building, giving you a clear view of the entire city. “be right back.” he says quickly before swinging away. leaving you astonished at both the sight and the fact he’s actually spiderman.

spiderman! katsuki who amazes you more everyday with the new things he does. he’s gotten so comfortable around you, he’d almost forgotten the biggest piece of him used to be a secret. but now he wouldn’t have it any other way.

spiderman! katsuki who brings you to the very top of the empire at sunset where he finally kisses you. all day he’d swore to himself it was a bad idea. he just couldn’t help it anymore with the way the last pink of the sun glowed across your skin. but much to his surprise, you deepen the kiss.

spiderman! katsuki who always comes back to you with a new scratch or bruise. sometimes he tries to cover them. but it proves no use when you see anyway, giving him a stern look, always making him feel bad.

spiderman! katsuki who asks you to be his girlfriend in his own way. he’d had a lot of time over the years of waiting around for something bad to happen. with this, he learned a huge deal about graffiti, including how to perfect it. so when he brings you to one of the nicer alleyways with the words “will you be my girlfriend?” painted in red and blue paired with web decorations, of course you said yes.

spiderman! katsuki who’s always loved nothing more than being a badass hero. though it would be cool if people knew who he were. it all of a sudden didn’t matter anymore after he met you. as long as you know him and love him. and he loves you.

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in honor of the new movie eekkk!! i love spiderman, and am genuinely so excited 😭

[ford4bi]

BF TEXTS WITH KATSUKI!

when the fiery, explosive boy falls in love with you.

incl ; katsuki bakugou x gn!reader, established relationship, all smau, fluff, dates don’t matter but timestamps do

a/n: hopefully this is fun to read :P got inspired by stuff i saw on tiktok, youtube, etc. and i want to write moreee

© ford4bi all rights reserved. please do not repost my work.

[lonelyfooryouonly]

99 problems, but a wet dream ain’t one | katsuki b.

summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you — and now he can’t get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? you’re sure as hell not making it easy for him.

warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, “this is a bad idea” typa fic, MDNI;

wc: 2,3k

Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.

And it isn’t the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.

No. This is pretty difficult to solve.

Why?

One, because Katsuki doesn’t even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.

And two, he definitely won’t talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.

Yeah. A wet dream.

He hasn’t had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for God’s sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?

A fucking loser.

A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while you’re having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream — naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.

And of fucking course his mind wanders further—

Would your mouth feel that good in reality?

Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?

Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?

Will—

“Earth to Katsukiii,” you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.

“What!?” His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.

“I have been talking to you,” you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.

“You’re even pissier than usual,” you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.

“You’re imagining things,” he replies way too fast.

You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You don’t miss the way he immediately leans away.

“Why do you run from me?” you ask, tilting your head.

“I like my space, weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.

“I like your space too,” you tease, nudging your knee against his.

He instantly moves his knee away.

“Shut up and watch this damn movie,” he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.

“Kats.”

No answer.

“Katsuki,” you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.

You feel it — the tension.

You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.

“What’s up with you?” you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until he’s practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.

“Tell meee,” you drag out, nudging him lightly. “What’s bothering you?”

“You’re bothering me,” he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. “Even in my fuckin’ dreams,” he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.

“What?” you ask, caught off guard. “You dreamt about me?”

“Are you deaf?” he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.

Then—

Something shifts.

A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.

“What kind of dream did you have?” you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.

Before he can react, you move.

In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.

His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.

“Come on,” you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.

“Did you have a wet dream?” you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it — but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.

“Did you really have a wet dream of me?” you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.

“Piss off,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh my god… I want to know right now,” you nudge him again, more insistent this time.

“I ain’t telling you shit, now get off of me,” he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.

You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.

“You know… if you tell me what it was about… maybe I can help,” you shrug casually, as if you didn’t just drop that.

He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing he’s ever heard.

“You gotta be joking,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Why would I be? It’s not like I don’t find you hot or anything,” you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.

That stirrs something in him.

He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.

“I’m still not telling you,” he mumbles, jaw clenching.

“Okay…” you hum. “I’ll guess.”

You take a moment to think, then—

“Was I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style… or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?” you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. “How about—“

“It was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.

“Oh,” you pause, blinking. “A blowjob,” you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.

“How was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?” you add, genuinely thinking about it.

He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.

“You are killing me, woman,” he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.

“So you want it?” you ask, watching him closely.

He makes a pause, completely baffled.

Then—

“The hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?” he snaps, glaring at you.

“Who dreams of their best friend sucking them off?” you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.

“Smartass,” he scoffs.

“Pervert.”

“Oh, I’m the pervert? Not you, who’s been grinding on me for the past minutes?” he shoots back.

“I only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,” you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. “And you clearly don’t wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some… other way… you know?”

He goes quiet.

Really quiet.

His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted — something you can’t quite read.

You’ve never seen that look on him before.

Not like this.

There’s hesitation.

Something heavy sits behind his eyes.

“You better not make me regret this,” he mutters finally, his voice lower now.

Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didn’t know what to make of this words.

“Wha— what?”

His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.

“Get on your knees.”

“Now?” You ask baffled.

“Yes, now. I’m in the mood and it’s your fault,” he reminds you.

You bite your lip to repress a smile.

Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.

Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.

You take your time.

Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch… then his belt.

You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him — watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.

You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.

Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.

And then—

His cock springs free.

Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.

“C’mon, dig in,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.

You don’t rush.

You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly — his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.

Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.

“Don’t— be such a tease, damn it,” he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.

You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.

Enough teasing.

You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.

You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting — letting your body relax around him.

Then you start moving.

Slow at first.

Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.

Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.

All the while, your eyes stay on him.

Watching everything.

The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled — but you can tell he’s holding back.

That only makes you pick up the pace.

Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you don’t stop — you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.

You want to hear him.

Really hear him.

“You happy now?” he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. “Having a mouth full of me?”

You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.

“You greedy brat,” he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you — you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.

His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.

Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.

“Mhm— keep— keep going,” he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.

You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel it—

The twitch.

The tension building.

A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and then—

He breaks.

“Fuck, fuck, gonn a—“

His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.

For a moment, he doesn’t move, his orgasm washing over him, then — he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.

“Fuckin’ hell— you’re takin’ everything,” he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.

You suck him dry.

And he lets you — for a short while.

Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.

“Shit— too much—” he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.

Taking him in.

He’s leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.

But he wasn’t the only one looking messy… he noticed your state too.

And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids… you looked so fucking pretty like this — on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes — a sign of how hard you tried to take him.

You remain on the floor even if it wasn’t the most comfortable place, still close to him.

“So…” you finally break the silence softly.

His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.

“Was this better than your dream?” you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.

But he won’t give you want to want. He already gave you enough.

He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.

“Fuck off.”

[rainedravens]

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[willowas519]

STOP PUTTING YOUR OC UNDER “X READER”!!!!! I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR STINKY LOVE STORY, *I* WANT TO BE THE LOVE STORY!!!!

[secretreaderheh]

þ THICK!!

-

“Holy shit, she’s thick!” Denki gasped, eyes wide and glued on the way your ass rippled and recoiled in the video playing on Katsuki’s phone. His fat, long dick pumping in and out of your wet, puffy cunt from behind as the both of you made the most lewd noises. Of course, Katsuki Bakugo was being cocky as ever and showing off his “skills” and his pretty girl. Well, his situationship. He knew you’d be super pissed, but he couldn’t help it. Plump ass, soft skin, thick thighs and a pretty little face and eyes plus an amazing personality. Why wouldn’t he show off?? Nothing else filled the boyish, dimly lit room of Kirishima but your pretty, pornographic moans, groans, wet squelches and one of the boys occasional “shit” or a dragged out “damnnn” that fueled his ego like gasoline. He knew what he was doing. Showing you were all his, showing that they could look but never, ever touch. You bounced your ass back so obediently, ass jiggling with each movement as you whimpered and cried as he talked you through it. Your fat pussy lips swallows his dick whole with each pull out and aggressive slam back in, he fucked you so so good, calloused hand snaking up towards the top of your back, tracing your pretty spine tattoo then reversing back to your back dermals. So sexy. He swears he could just bust admiring how you sexy you looked. Hair splattered over your neck and manicured hands reaching back to pry at his pelvis to try get him to slow down, pretty, pink and charmed frenchies picking at his skin before he quickly gripped your wrist, punctuating his action with a hard thrust making your cry out. He quickly turned off his phone with a smirk before moving to put the stupid sports documentary back on Kiri’s TV as if nothing happened. “I swear, you always get so lucky—dick!!” Denki groaned and punched his arm as Kirishima hummed in agreement. “There’s no way YOU got a girl bro.” Kirishima shook his head in disbelief. despite watching the clips, he still couldn’t believe Katsuki Bakugo was in a relationship. “Yeah, she’s my lady. so what?” He frowned before shushing them with a quick threat, forcing them to focus on the show.

not proof read!

[bfbkg]

going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”

[tokkushin]

✦ katsuki and his shy girl get to third base ⸝⸝ .ᐟ ꉂ — warnings : kissing, brief marking, p in v, teasing, pwp ✦˚˖ ᵎᵎ

take it off. three short words that's somehow snowballed into this — bodies stuck together through the haze of warmth and sweat, a hand splayed gently over your hip while his other makes quick work between your thighs.

it hasn't even been thirty minutes since katsuki had his face pressed against your chest, your thighs wrapped around his head. small moments that led to you laid on the bed with your legs spread, two of his fingers dragging in and out of you.

even with the waves of pleasure, you still wish this bed could swallow you whole. save you from the intoxicating feeling of his fingers, and that stare that tells you he's engraving every inch of you to memory.

"should i stop now?" he questions, bracing himself above you as his fingers pull wet sounds from your core, "you think you can take me?"

blissed out in your own high, all you can manage is a nod — a whisper of his name slipping from your lips when his fingers leave you completely.

your eyes flick to his, impatience glinting behind them — something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

"what're you thinking about?"

his hands are already tugging at his boxers, slinking them down the length of his waist as he frees himself from the tight fabric. 

"you gotta talk to me" he chuckles at your slack jaw, pumping himself from base to tip before he's inching towards your entrance, "not doin' shit unless you talk to me"

smug asshole.

a jolt shoots up your spine when he taps his length against your folds, once, then twice — thin lines of slick connecting you.

your hands are practically glued to your face now, heat setting in like a tidal wave when he presses against your entrance, just to pull away once more, "katsuki"

"hm? what is it?"

he guides your hands away from your face, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck and planting chaste kisses against your cheek.

"please."

"please what?"

"katsuki, you know what."

"okay, okay," he snorts out a laugh, prying himself from the spot in your neck and smiling at the dark bruise already blossoming, "'m gonna go slow. you gotta tell me if it hurts though, alright?"

a nod normally wouldn't be accepted so easily — but when every inch of him is aching to touch you, he thinks he'll let it slide just this once.

an elbow digs into the mattress next to your head, his other hand guiding himself along your entrance — foreheads knocking together as you both peer between the valley of your bodies watching him sink inside you.

no feeling could compare to the one in this very moment. perfection in the form katsuki bakugou settling into every part of you

your neck falls against the sheets, all hopes of hiding your sounds slipping away with every new inch. 

katsuki's not so composed either, sweat-soaked forehead pressed against yours as he bottoms out with his lip between his teeth. low grumbles of your name muffled in your shoulder as he basks in the feeling — the feeling of you.

a comfortable silence fills the room, bodies heaving as he forces himself to be still inside you.

"good? f-fuck, are you good?" he murmurs, lapping at his bottom lip to clean the metallic droplets from the force of his bite, "won't move until . . . until you say i can, promise. but fuck baby, you feel s'good"

"move, katsuki"

". . . you sure? i'm not forcing you into anything if you're not ready—"

"katsuki, move now please." you groan, hips grinding down against him in search of any friction you can get. "please."

to say katsuki's amazed is an understatement. heart racing against his ribcage as you writhe beneath him despite the expression on your face — as if your body spoke more truths than your mind ever could as you cling to him in your desperate haze.

"ok," he starts, readjusting himself above you. "ok, yeah 'm gonna move."

and he does, slow and measured — dragging against every inch of you as if it's his god-given solace.

he's never felt more intoxicated. barely able to keep eye contact when you cup his face and moan against his lips. katsuki's hypntoized by it all, crimson orbs drinking in every reaction he pulls from you.

and he's always prided himself on being the steady one, a comforting balance when the grip of anxiety gets to be too much. but when you pull him closer like space is a barrier, moan softly in his ear — katsuki's not sure who's grounding who.

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[camieamael]

Texts with your FWB

CW: Sexual content.

ׂ╰┈➤ K. Bakugo | SMAU | 3rd year | Both +18

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Suddenly imagined leading on a guy you've been seeing by making out with him after your dates and abruptly stopping to tell him that you're gonna go home and think about him when you masturbate and then you just leave him high and dry. And of course one day he snaps and fingers you outside of your home bc you've been teasing him too much

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

"Someone's gonna see," you whisper with worry, trying to peek over his broad shoulder to look around the neighborhood.

"Let them," he grumbles into your ear, hiking your leg up higher on his waist so he can stuff a third finger inside you. He smirks when you mewl at the stretch. "You like that? You like being filled up?"

"Uh-huh," you whine, high and needy. He hums against your cheek, pressing a kiss there.

"I could fill you up so well, Y/N, hit every spot you like inside you. I could make you feel so good."

You moan his name when he curls his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit as he thrusts the digits inside of you. You can feel yourself leaking down your thigh.

"I could make you cum as much as you want, could go all night if you wanted. I'd do anything to make you feel good."

"Please," you whisper harshly, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm so close."

"Let me give you what you need, darling."

He keeps his pace and technique, hitting the same spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Other guys would've sped up or fucked something up, but your boyfriend is consistent, just what you needed.

God, you should've done this sooner. The orgasm creeping up on you is going to be big. You vaguely pray that his dick could make you feel just as good as you topple over the edge, tucking your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans.

He guides you through it, massaging your cunt as you flutter down. He pulls out his fingers and begins sucking them clean, moaning low.

God, you need him. You need him so badly. You'll even fuck him on your porch, you don't care anymore. You just need his cock buried deep inside you, thrusting wildly and meticulously until you're braindead.

When you go to palm his cock, he grabs your wrist. You pout as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, then leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your temple. He lets you go and turns away, stepping down off your porch.

"W-Wait—"

"Sorry, dear," he says, looking back at you. "I promise to think about you when I masturbate later."

[r4inerr]

MiddleSchool!Katsuki crushing on Reader please

MiddleSchool!Katsuki with a crush

Part2 Part3

Katsuki who literally has no clue you even exist until one random Tuesday. And on that specific Tuesday he’d been bullying Izuku again, You’d grown sick of it all. So finally you decided that if nobody else was going to step in you would, and that's exactly what happened. Katsuki had grown so used to nobody ever fighting back but for some damn reason here you were. Standing up for that nerd.

Katsuki who didn’t know whether or not he should be pissed or impressed. So obviously, he just decided both were fine. Unfortunately he didn’t take the “pissed” part out on you, but he did target that rage back at Izu. Which ultimately just led to a whole cycle of you two going back and forth, and thus a crush was born. 

Katsuki who didn’t know what to do about said crush. So somehow in his hormonal pubestant mind he decided to go about it in his own Bakugou way. “Your fuckass hair looks better than it did yesterday.” and literally everyone around goes silent, well until he realises what's happened and yells at everyone to “Fuck off” 

Katsuki who eventually decides to try and “Figure you out” or at least that's what he decided to call it. He’s kicking his friends out of their seats and forcing them to take your spot so you’ll sit next to him. He thinks he’s showing off when he’s constantly correcting your work but honestly it’s just getting on your nerves. So needless to say you’re staying the hell away from him. 

Katsuki who notices some girls picking on you. For what reason? He’s not entirely sure, but he has an idea. The leader of their group has had a crush on him for the past few years, so he assumed she must’ve gotten jealous seeing you sitting next to him literally every single period. 

Katsuki who’s telling those girls to join the rest of the extra’s and “Fuck off” he’s literally threatening them with things that would probably cause a suspension if anyone was actually brave enough to snitch on him. But thanks to him you’re granted some peace, but unfortunately the whole encounter just spurs more feelings for the both of you. Weird, confusing feelings.

Katsuki who spent that night reluctantly ranting to his mom. She’d noticed a change in his behaviour lately and obviously had to know what was up. And she eventually pushed enough for him to get angry and spit it all out. So now he was having one of those long embarrassing talks. He’d pushed his own damn ego aside for a moment and asked for advice, thinking about it all made him wanna puke. 

Katsuki who actually listens to what she has to say. These little heart to heart moments were rare for the two of them, and hearing her say she was proud of him for standing up to you really pushed him to speak more. She’d given him advice on how to go about this crush. How to “Woo” you. Surely it was all bullshit. 

Katsuki who puts the advice to use. He walks into class the next day, NOT yelling something weird at you. People thought maybe he was sick or something. When he does finally speak to you it’s not like his weird complements in the past. Nothing like his “You don’t smell like shit” when he’d noticed the perfume you were wearing. No it was more like “You’ve got a cute laugh.” when you giggled at a snarky response he’d said to the teacher. He watched your face go red. And maybe now his moms advice didn’t seem so stupid.

[cherrycosmos8]

| mdni. 18+

ex-husband katsuki! who you’d been with since you were in high school and he was just a loudmouth teenager training to be a pro-hero. your first love. high school sweetheart. first kiss. first everything.

ex-husband katsuki! who promised you the world and followed through. almost followed through.

ex-husband katsuki! who surprised you with the news of his agency opening over a home cooked meal on the back patio of your shared apartment. not only that, he surprised you with a proposal. your hand in his for life.

ex-husband katsuki! who, as a wedding gift, bought a house big enough for the two of you and whatever the hell else you could ever dream of.

ex-husband katsuki! who did everything in his power to make sure you never had to want for anything. working extra hard and staying behind long hours at the agency. in hopes that after a few years, he’d have enough money to never leave your side again.

ex-husband katsuki! who started sleeping on the couch after his shifts in fear of waking you up after seeing how peaceful you always were when sleeping. he couldn’t stand the thought. he’d just have to hope you’d be awake before he had to leave again.

ex-husband katsuki! who had been so busy with working, he’d almost forgotten your anniversary coming up. until he didn’t. he even booked a small weekend getaway. letting everyone know he’d be gone and not to bother him. no excuses.

ex-husband katsuki! who left early that day to come home to you. he even stopped for flowers. your favorite, too. only to be met with one of his worst nightmares. no. it was his worst. you were gone, and so were all of your things.

ex-husband katsuki! who had no idea what, when, or why this was happening. he never knew you were feeling this way. maybe that’s the fucking problem. he didn’t know anything about you anymore. anything except that he’d lost you.

ex-husband katsuki! who didn’t put up a fight. he signed the papers because you asked him to. he still has no fucking idea why he was stupid enough to do it. did you really want this? because he didn’t. of everything he imagined for the two of you, this was the last thing he ever thought would happen.

ex-husband katsuki! who desperately stopped at nothing. he offered for you to take the house. his car. the savings he’s set aside for you so far…nothing short of an even bigger heartbreak when you refused all of it. you didn’t want any of it. you didn’t want anything. why wouldn’t you just take something? at least his guilt would grow smaller.

ex-husband katsuki! who spent weeks. no, months on end going through every scenario. wondering where it all went wrong. a moment to pin. the night you met. wishing on every shooting star that you’d come back to him one day.

ex-husband katsuki! who learned from a friend you were moving on. it didn’t make him angry. even worse, it left him with an indescribable feeling in his chest. he couldn’t imagine it. you with someone else. you being with another person longer than you’d been with him. years down the line. still off to the side watching the life he could of had pass before his very eyes.

ex-husband katsuki! who almost fucks it all up again by texting you. he couldn’t help himself any longer. he just couldn’t bear the thought of someone else learning you. your habits. your skin. your sounds. the way you…fuck. whined against his neck.

ex-husband katsuki! who learns his best friends are engaged. who also happen to be…your best friends. meaning you’ll be sucked into each other’s space again no matter what.

ex-husband katsuki! who searches for any and everything that might help him in getting his wife back. even if it means dragging your drunk ass out of mina and kirishima’s engagement party and bringing you home with him…he even washed your hair. not that you’d remember. maybe you wouldn’t hate him too much when you wake up and realize where you are, and that he took care of you.

ex-husband katsuki! who watches you all night at the bar during the bachelor and bachelorette party. even when some random shows up, throwing herself on him, doing anything for a sliver of his attention. only for it to still be on you. your curves. the way your lips scrunch when you’re upset. were you? upset? but by the time he makes his way over to ask, you’ve disappeared.

ex-husband katsuki! who drunkenly invites you to his hotel room. (not much of a drunken thought) but nonetheless, his heart almost tears right through his stomach when his door opens and there you are.

ex-husband katsuki! who just couldn’t fucking believe it. you were here. with him. asleep in his arms for the first time in such a long time. he was scared to even fall asleep. in fear that you’ll somehow disappear from his arms in his dreams. and that you did.

ex-husband katsuki! who has you under him almost every single night after. you’d swear to everyone you love that you hate him and will never forgive him. but never in his ear late at night when your body remembers everything your heart swore to forget.

ex-husband katsuki! who’s always coming up with new reasons to see you. a package delivered to his doorstep. your favorite artist releasing music. offering you rides. (all sorts of them)

ex-husband katsuki! who gets a little too jealous watching you hold conversations with men who should be him. the thought of you being with them the way you were with him only minutes before coming to this damn rehearsal dinner. he feels partly defeated. he thought things were finally going his way.

ex-husband katsuki! who brings a date to the wedding despite his overgrown and undeniable feelings for you. he only immediately regrets it. especially seeing how upset you are. today was supposed to be about love. not his own damn ego.

ex-husband katsuki! who sits with you hours after it’s over and everyone has gone home. helping you clean and pack things up while also reminiscing about the small, intimate details from your own wedding.

ex-husband katsuki! who starts showing up again. more and more. to the point you’ve become overwhelmed with emotions yourself. what if he hasn’t changed? what if the next time is no different?

ex-husband katsuki! who’s never once taken his wedding ring off since the divorce. except for when he’ll be seeing you. even then, he puts it around his chain and tucks it into his collar or back pocket. no one around him has given him shit about it yet. but you would.

ex-husband katsuki! who cooks for you every night. just like the old times when he first learned to cook and made a date out of it. the curry was burnt, but thank goodness his cooking skills improved over the years.

ex-husband katsuki! who can’t take not being your husband anymore. he’d say anything. do anything. he just wants you to take him back. he’d even beg on his knees if you’d only ask.

ex-husband katsuki! who goes out on a limb, heart in his hand holding out for you. “marry me again, please.” he takes your hand one random night after dinner…though he was supposed to be leaving. this time he doesn’t.

-

an: this is just a little something based on the series <3 so i’ve tagged everyone who was already on the list :)

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[bakugoubaby]

Someone slides up on pro hero Dynamite's live and asks what his skincare routine is.

"What's my skincare routine?" He pauses for a second and looks at you in your tiny pink lace slip dress putting dishes away. It has cute sakura flowers adorning your chest, holding it up nice and pretty.

"My girl sits on my face every morning n night, next question."

"Katsuki!"

[ssshya]

Imagine this.

Katsuki Bakugo was rumored to be involved in a scandal with a girl he had only just met at a lavish party overseas. The media ran wild with it because of paparazzi photos and the public's assumptions.

What the media didn’t know was that he was already married to you and had a family. It wasn’t publicly announced; only his parents, close friends, and a few trusted people were aware. The wedding had been private, just how you wanted it. And Bakugo agreed to your decision and respected that.

You were a former underground hero but decided to retire and be a housewife when you two got married and had kids.

You didn't even know that kind of issue has blown up online, not when your two grown kids were constantly tugging your attention, pulling you away from the television and your phone. Because it seems they're already aware of what's going on and kept trying to call Bakugo to explain lots of things, and not entirely sure whether to kill him or not.

Meanwhile, the public didn't let go of the scandal. Not until Bakugo did something unexpected. After years of not posting on his social media account, he posted a photo of the two of you at a beach resort.

What exploded the internet the most was when he posts another picture— of you standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a sexy but elegant dress, and captioned: “Can’t wait for the shitty party to end with my wife.”

So, when the Met Gala began; anticipation followed. Paparazzi gathered and cameras ready. A black car pulled up, and Bakugo stepped out first, unbothered by the flashes of the camera. Then, without a word, he opened the back door and held out his hand. A simple gesture, you took it, stepping out with a soft smile.

The people were left breathess by your beauty and how the two of your outfits match and complement each other. From that night on, you've become the latest and popular topic. You were surprised to say the least when you saw in your social media that your followers kept increasing each day, even if you didn't post anything.

You posted once, a simple photo: you, Bakugo, your children, his and your parents— gathered around a table in a hotpot restaurant. At this point, the scandal was forgotten.