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MORE PLEASE DEAR GOD! I NEED IT!!!!!

You’ll be happy to know I’m currently 1.3k in on part 2 🙂‍↕️she’s definitely going to be over 2k cause we’ve just barely gotten to the good part😋

lol so this ended up being wayyy longer than i expected, just under 3k

Also, not edited so hopefully there aren’t many mistakes! If so I’ll fix it when I wake up cause ya girl is sleepy lol.

You can read part 1 here

you were barely halfway through your shift when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. you decide to ignore it for now, instead getting back to the task you were working on.

its ten minutes later when you're able to take your break, you head out towards the parking lot, seeing your car parked in the middle of the sea of cars and walk over towards it, unlocking the door and sitting down in the drivers seat.

you pull your phone out from your pocket and open it, noticing a new text message from katsuki. your fingers instantly click on the notification only to see its a video he sent.

you remember he said something about going to a party with eijirou and denki and figure its just a video of the three of them drunk off their ass and yelling into the camera or something like it usually is.

however, when you click play it doesn't take long for you to realize that this is not anything like the normal videos you receive. your eyes widen instantly and your head snaps up, looking back and forth and even behind you just to be safe, making sure no one else is in the parking lot before your eyes are dropping back down to your phone just in time to see katsuki pushing his pants down on his hips and his cock springing free.

your mouth waters at the sight, your legs squeezing together instinctively, eyes glued to the phone. you swallow as he takes his length into his hands, letting his hand drag up and down his dick and your ears perk up at the sound of him groaning softly in the background, hands instantly moving to turn the volume up all the way, wanting to hear each and every sounds that falls from his lips as he pleasures himself.

his thumb rubs at his tip, smearing the precum that dripped from his tip along the purplish tip and you can practically taste him on your tongue.

katsuki lets his dick go, and you watch , eyes moving along with it as if hypnotized, as it bounces up and down softly before settling. movement above catches your attention and you watch as katsuki begins racking his nails up and down his stomach, something you know he loves when you do it to him.

the hand that isn't holding your phone moves down to your legs, rubbing your thighs as you continue to watch katsuki touch himself.

you jump the first time he says something, not prepared for him to talk.

“fuckkk pretty girl—” and shit he already sounds so fucked out and he's barely even started.

your hand begins to slip inside the waistband of your pants, wanting nothing more than to give throbbing clit the attention its begging for when the quiet rumbling of an engine pulls your attention away from the video, your head raising as you see a car pull into the spot directly next to you and you immediately click out of the video, pulling up a random app you have on your phone as your cheeks heat up at the fact that you were really about to play with your pussy in the parking lot of you job.

after a minute or two you glance over at woman in the car next to you, wishing she'd hurry up and get out already so you can keep watching the video, but she's looking down at her phone and you can tell she's not going anywhere anytime soon. you let out a groan and look around the parking lot wishing she parked literally anywhere else.

your damp panties cling to you uncomfortably and you squeeze your legs together to get some sort of friction to your throbbing clit, silently reminding yourself that you are in fact in public so you cant actually make yourself cum.

the sound of a car door opening pulls you from the ache in your pants and you see the woman getting out of her car, closing the door behind herself and walking in the direction of your job.

alone again, you do another quick sweep of the parking lot, making sure there's no one around before your clicking back over to the video.

“wish it was you bouncing on this dick”

and fuck so do you, you wanna feel the fullness you feel everytime you sink down on katsuki's fat cock, the stinging stretch you feel no matter how many fingers katsuki uses to stretch you out or how long he preps you for. he's just so... thick, that it always brings a painful kind of pleasure.

 “don’t worry pretty girl, imma come stretch that pussy out when you get off”

at the reminder of your job your head raises. you take your bottom lip between your teeth, debating.

you leaving early wouldn't really be that bad, you guys were overstaffed for it to be such a slow night, and you have complete faith in your coworkers that they can handle the rest of the night without you.

it doesn't take you long to make you're decision, you're completely exiting off of the video and stuffing your phone back into your pocket, not bothering to finish the video, you'll be getting the real thing soon anyway.

you head back inside of your job, going towards your managers office and knocking. after telling her some shitty excuse about having a family emergency and how you have to go you grab your stuff, calling out a goodbye to your coworkers before you back outside and speed walking to your car.

you know katsuki is at his place because of the message he sent you after sending the video.

this party sucks. going back home, come over when you get off.

luckily his apartment wasn't too far from your job and in less than ten minutes you're pulling up to the familiar building. you park and hurry towards the door, using the key katsuki gave you to let yourself in.

you take the stairs up to the third floor, not bothering with the elevator until you're standing in front of katsuki's door. you fumble around with your keys a little before finding the right one and pushing it into the key hole, twisting it until it clicks. You walk inside, toeing your shoes off at the door.

its dark inside, the only light inside coming from the small space under katsuki's bedroom door. you hear him curse before he's calling someone a shitty extra and you figure he's playing his game.

you make your way to the door, pushing it open, flooding the dark hallway with light. katsuki's head turns at the sound of his door being opened and a surprised look crosses his face. he turns his headset off and sets it down before turning back towards you.

he glances up at the clock on the wall above your head and back down at you.

"what are you doing here so early? I thought you didn't get off for three more hours." he says but you don't respond, instead you're taking his controller in your hand and tossing it onto his bed before crawling into his lap.

your hands tangle in his blonde strands as you press your lips into his. katsuki's hands find your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you back, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. your lips part instantly and katsuki doesn't hesitate, pushing his tongue into your mouth and slotting it against yours.

he tastes like mint with the lingering taste of weed and you moan at the combination, tugging on his hair as you grind yourself down against his growing erection, groaning at the clothing barrier that separates the two of you.

you pull away to mess with the strands of his sweatpants, untying them before trying to push them down. katsuki lifts his hips off of the chair, helping you pull his pants down enough to free his cock.

"you didn't answer my question" he says, watching you spit in your hand before wrapping it around his length. "what are you doing here so early?"

you don't answer, too focused on pumping him fast, your grip tight as you stare down at his cock.

he takes your jaw between his hands, squeezing your cheeks together and forcing you to look up at him. the hand you have wrapped tightly around his cock pauses as you stare into his red eyes, darkened with arousal.

"don't tell me you left work early just to get some dick. fuckin cock slut."

the words are mean but they're completely true, you did leave work early to get fucked and you were a cock slut— his cock slut.

"i saw your video" you tell him, as you begin moving your hand again, slower this time but your grip still just as tight. katsuki smirks.

"yeah?" he questions, tilting his head to the side. you hear him suck in a breath when you begin thumbing at his tip, smearing his precum the same way you say him do in the video.

"yeah. got so turned on i was ready to finger myself right there in the parking lot. probably woulda if someone didn't park next to me"

katsuki's dick twitches in your hand at the mental image of your spread out in the backseat of your car, fingers pumping in and out of your tight pussy as you watch him jerk off for you.

you let out a surprised yelp when katsuki places his hands on your ass before lifting you both out of the chair, he walks the few steps over towards his bed. he tosses you onto the soft mattress before pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room.

he crawls onto the bed, settling himself between your legs, his head directly in front of your clothed cunt. he drags his finger up and down your slit, feeling the warmth even through the layers of clothes you have.

in one swift motion, he has your legs pushed up with your knees by your head, pulling both your pants and panties down at the same time until they're pooling at your feet, you kick them off the rest of the way, letting the drop to the floor as katsuki takes his place between your legs once again.

the first lick against your sensitive clit was too much, after being ignored for so long the pleasure of finally being touched is almost enough to make you cum right then and there. your back arches off the bed, hands yanking at katsuki's hair.

his eyes are focused on your face, watching as your mouth falls open in a long moan when he takes your clit between his lips and starts to suck and slurp at the bundle of nerves.

"shit katsuki—fuck" you grind your hips up against his face, one of your hands coming to push your shirt and bra up over your chest, freeing your tits to the cool air circulating throughout the room, knowing katsuki likes the cold. your nipples harden even more when the cold air hits them and you take one of them between your fingers, pinching and rolling the nub as katsuki laps at your clit.

it doesn't take long— it never does, not when katsuki is sucking on your clit just right—for you to feel the familiar tightening in your tummy, your toes curling as you moan out a pathetic broken version of his name. two of katsuki's thick fingers plunge inside of you, he doesn't give you time to adjust as he curls his fingers upwards, looking for that spot that'll have you screaming out his name in seconds.

he knows he's found it when you're crying out and trying to close your legs around his head. he focuses his thrusts on the same spot, over and over again until your back is rising off the bed completely and your screaming out his name.

he continues lapping at your cunt, drinking down every drop of slick that gushes out of you as you cum on his tongue. his fingers slow down but never stop moving as he helps you ride out your orgasm. you're panting by the time he moves his head from between your legs, instead moving to lay next to you on the bed, his hand stroking his cock as he spreads his legs.

"cmon pretty girl, want you to ride me" he says, licking his lips and patting his lap.

you swing your leg over his, feeling his hard cock under your cunt and you grind back and forth, hissing and letting your head fall against his shoulder when it rubs against your overly sensitive clit.

you lift yourself up as katsuki lines himself up with your opening. you moan out in unison as you begin sinking down onto his cock. katsuki has to stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest and fucking up into you fast and hard.

he'll let you take the lead... for now that is.

your hands find his chest, feeling his muscles under your fingers and you barely have to think before you're dragging your fingers up and down his pecks, letting them slide down to the tiny red marks on his stomach from where he scratched himself earlier at the party.

you lift yourself up on shaky knees, before sinking right back down, still not taking the whole thing inside yet but slowly moving down inch by inch.

"fuck kats', your so big'" you whine out when you finally take him in to the hilt. you feel so full, your tight walls clenching tightly around him as you let yourself adjust to the stretch.

katsuki tisks, thrusting up into you—hard. "thought i told you to ride me" he says with hard slap to your ass. you whine out again at the sting but lift yourself up anyway. you begin properly riding him, sliding yourself up and down on his length, grinding your hips against his, moaning as your clit rubs against his pelvis.

katsuki lifts his head off of the pillow and pushes his face into your chest, taking his lips and wrapping them around you nipple, one of his hands coming up to toy with the other one.

he can tell you're getting tired when your movements become sloppy, so he takes that as his que.

"hold on tight" he murmurs against your chest.

you barely hear him, grabbing onto his shoulders at the last second before your breath is stolen right from your lungs.

katsuki wraps his arms around your middle and plants his feet on the bed below him. he holds onto you tightly as he pounds into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin immediately bounces off the walls at the pace he fucks you.

"ka— kat-suk-iiii fuckkkkk" you cant even think straight, the feeling of katsuki's cock plunging in and out of you rapidly must have your brain all jumbled because the only thing you can think of is dick dick dick dick dick, the word repeating itself over and over again in your head as you claw at his shoulders hard enough to draw blood, but katsuki barely even notices, too busy using you as a human fleshlight to worry about something as trivial as a few drops of blood.

he's close, dick twitching deep inside of your walls and he can tell by the way your squeeze him so tightly that you're close too. he slows down, dragging himself out slowly, leaving nothing but his tip in before snapping his hips forwards, knocking the wind out of you with each thrust, trying to hang on just a little long so that the two of you can cum together.

he flips the two of you over, laying you flat against the mattress with your head resting on the pillow.

"play with your pussy" he tells you, pulling away from you just far enough to let your hand slip between your legs, fingers ghosting over your clit.

"i'm not gonna last much longer" you tell him as you apply pressure to your clit, moving your fingers in circular motions.

"me— shit, me either" he tells you, hips stuttering a bit as you clench down tightly around him, fingers speeding up the assault on your clit. "gonna cum with me pretty girl?" he asks against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"mhmm... yeah fuck"

katsuki pulls back, angling his hips and hitting your gspot head on. thats all it takes for you to cum, body convulsing as your orgasm crashes into you, your toes curling as katsuki continues to fuck your through your orgasm.

it doesn't take long before you feel his warm seed shooting deep inside of you, pushing further inside of your walls as katsuki continues to thrust into you until he's positive he's emptied his heavy balls inside of your cunt.

you feel as it begins dripping out of your hole the second he pulls out, flopping down on the bed next to you, breathing hard and sweating. he looks over at you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

he leans down and pokes your cheek "i can't believe you really left work just to come get some dick"

i don’t know if I’d rather have mean katsuki who looks down at you with disgust as you pull off of his cock gasping for air, choking and sputtering, muttering out a ‘useless, can’t even suck dick right’ with a click of his tongue.

the words bring tears to your eyes but this time for a different reason. he’s nice enough to give you a couple of seconds to get your breathing back to normal and for the coughing to stop before he’s guiding your head right back to his cock, watching as your lips stretch to accommodate his girth.

he barely gives you a second to adjust before he’s pushing in deep, deeper than he was before. you try to breathe through your nose, taking in short puffs of air. you don’t last long before you’re sputtering and coughing, pulling off once again, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

katsuki makes an irritated sound in the back of his throat and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, it’s not your fault he’s so big! so long and thick that the thought of ever taking him fully down your throat was starting to seem impossible.

“maybe I should just go find somebody else to suck me off, maybe someone who can actually suck dick” he snaps.

ouch he’s really not holding back tonight is he? You’re tired of this, your jaw hurts and your pussy is throbbing and empty, slick dripping down your thighs.

I wish he would just hurry up and fuck me already!

katsuki lets out a laugh before he’s gripping your hair tightly in your hair, bending down until his face is directly in front of yours.

fuck, didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“you wish I would just hurry up and fuck you already, huh?” one hand wraps around your throat, the other making its way between your legs. His fingers trail over your clit, causing your hips to buck, desperate for release, before circling your entrance. “but if you can’t even take me down your throat, how could you ever expect to take me in this tight ass pussy?”

or sweet katsuki who presses gently kisses to your neck as he splits you open on his cock.

“you take me so well pretty girl” he murmurs against your neck, lips trailing up to kiss the shell of your ear. pulling out until slowly, one inch at a time until nothing but the fat head of his cock remains inside of you, before pushing right back in just a slowly. your head is thrown back in pleasure, moaning out as he grinds up into you.

“fuck baby” he sighs, you feel the words fall from his lips as he mumbles them against your skin. “so wet, so tight— so perfect”

katsuki lifts his head, his red eyes watching you, taking in every expression that crosses your face. from the way your eyes squeeze together tightly when he angles his hips up and hits that soft spot inside of you, to the way your lips part in a whimper when he brings his thumb down to rub circles your puffy clit, oversensitive from being ignored all night.

“please” you whine out.

Katsuki’s head cocks to the side “please what, baby?”

you’re not even sure what it is your asking for, maybe for him to stop or even speed up.

its too much; the way he throws his head back in pleasure, moaning loudly when you clench down tightly around him, his hips sputtering for just a moment before he regains his composure and fucks into you even deeper, pace picking up just a little before he slows right back down.

the warmth of his breath against your ear as he whispers filthy words that are a complete contrast to the way he fucks you so sweet and gentle as if you'd break if he went too hard.

the absolute fullness you feel as katsuki fills up every inch of your pussy, allowing you to feel each and every vein that drags along your walls.

“I love you” he tells you with a particularly deep thrusts, pulling a gasp from your lips.  

“I love you.” Paired with a kiss to your left cheek.

“I love you.” A kiss to your right cheek.

“I love you” he connects his lips to yours, one hand coming up to hold your cheek as he kisses you slowly, letting his tongue slip into your mouth as he swallows down your cries of pleasure.

or maybe I wanna mixture of both…

“listen to you” he coos, the hand not pumping in and out of you quickly coming up to rest against your throat. he’s still wearing all of his clothes not having enough time to take them off before you were tugging at his pants and dragging him towards the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed and lowering yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

!ow he has you laid on your back, three fingers stuffed into your cunt as his thumb occasionally rubs at your clit before pulling away, leaving you panting and whining out at the lost of simulation.

he leans down, lips ghosting over yours. “already came twice but still begging for more.”

his hand tightens around your neck, fingers squeezing and cutting off your air supply for a few seconds before loosening his grip.

“greedy little thing” he mumbles before connecting his mouth to yours. The kiss is wet and messy and you can taste yourself on his tongue. you’re so lost in pleasure, the feeling of his mouth on yours that everything else seems to disappear.

katsuki curls his fingers and you cry out when he hits your gspot with each flick of his wrist. the familiar tightening in your tummy is what brings you back down to earth.

“gonna cu—“ you attempt to warn him only for it to be cut off with a long whine, your now empty hole clenching around nothing, instantly missing the feeling of being stuffed.

“why’d you stop?” you ask, glaring up at him.

“cause I wanna feel you cum around my cock”

“ooh fuckkk” you say in unison as katsuki sinks into your pussy. your hands find his back, nails scratching at his skin as he begins plowing into you, thrusting into you so fast you barely have time to breathe before the air is being knocked out of your lungs.

katsuki doesn’t slow down, instead he pulls you up against his chest and begins fucking into you. This new angle allowing him to reach even deeper.

katsuki’s not a minute man, not by a long shot but it’s something about you riding him that has him feeling the familiar coiling in his stomach just moments after you sink down on him, taking him fully despite his massive size.

he laughs when he hears you mumble something about feeling him in your throat and the action has him moving inside of you, the grip you have on his shoulders tighten when you feel the veins along his cock drag against your walls.

he has to grip your waist tightly, stilling the movement of your hips because he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with you riding him like that.

“slow down baby,” his says, voice deep and low and it has you clenching down around him. the grip on your waist tightens.

"babyyy" he coos, tossing his head back and letting it fall against the headboard with a soft thump, his eyes never leaving your face. "I'll cum too quick if you keep squeezing me like that."

"m'sorry, just feels so good" you say, a pitch under a whine.

his hands find your back and he gently pulls you down flush against his chest, his lips just inches from you.

"yeah, pretty i know" you can feel his breath on your lips "you feel amazing too, so warm and wet and tight—you're so fucking tight" he so vocal as he bucks his hips up into you. katsuki closes the distance between the two of you, smashing his lips into yours in a desperate kiss, swallowing down the gasps that fall from your lips as he hits deep inside of you.

he pulls away, "cmon pretty, wanna feel you ride me" he says with smack to your ass. you lift yourself up on shaky knees, pulling out until only his tip remains inside of you, the girth stretching you to your limits, before slamming right back down.

katsuki's hands dig into the fat of your ass, squeezing the softness between his hands are you ride him, sinking down deep before sliding right back up, moaning out as you feel his hardness dragging along your gummy walls.

"feels s'good kats" you're whining at this point, legs starting to burn but you can't stop—won't stop, not until katsuki is cumming deep inside of you.

"fuck baby, i'm close" he warns, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy until his thumb is swiping over your clit, wanting to bring yon to the very edge so that you can both tip over the side together. you clench down tightly around around him.

“kats—“ you whine out when the ache in your legs gets to be too much and katsuki knows it’s time for him to take over. his hands find your thighs, lifting you off of his lap and hovering over him.

"i got you baby, hold on,"

he begins thrusting up into you, the bed creaking underneath you. your hands scramble to find purchase on katsuki's shoulders to keep from falling over, as he fucks up into you fast and hard, knocking the air from your lungs with each stroke.

without warning, your clenching down impossible tight around his length, cumming around him with a choked moan, body convulsing at the intense burst of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

"thats it," katsuki coos, thrusts slowing down but he goes just as deep, letting you feel the way his cock twitches as he cums, shooting his warm seed deep inside of your walls, slowly pulling out before pushing in. still fucking into you until the overstimulation gets to be too much.

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Reunion- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: Whoops I started writing again :)

Summary: A year after your breakup, you return to UA for the 10 year reunion.

Warning: Fighting, swears

Your grip on the glass cup strengthens as Bakugou screams. This is the third argument this week and it's about the same thing. You've been having the same fight for the whole week and it isn't getting better. Each time the topic of marriage comes up, he ignores it or gets defensive. At this point, you're convinced he doesn't want to be with you much longer. That thought festers inside your heart, creating a cold exterior.

"Bakugou, just say you don't want to marry me." You grumble, slamming the cup on the counter, it cracks in your palm. "Are you not listening? We're fine the way we are!" He barks, storming up to you. His face is inches away from yours, but you don't move. You don't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "I'm the number two hero. I don't have time for all the sappy shit. We don't need to get married!" His lip twitches, pure irritation written on his face. "You don't get to decide what we need. This relationship doesn't consist of just you!" You retort, letting go of the glass and dropping your hand to your side. "Since when have you ever wanted this?" He cups your face, squeezing your jaw. It doesn't hurt, he isn't trying to hurt you. He's trying to get you to look him in the eyes, but you just can't. Not when he's making things very clear. "I've always wanted a wedding! I told you I wanted to get married before we started dating! You've known for years!" You rip his hand off your face, throwing it against his chest. "I never thought you were serious! That whole stupid family shit was never in my plans!" "But they're in mine." The house goes silent. Neither of you know what to say, but you both know the end is near. You both feel the ground beneath you crumbling. "If you want to do all that shit, find someone else." He doesn't expect you to obey him. He assumes you'll drop the topic and return to his side. Instead, you turn away from him and grab your keys. "Maybe I will."

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You straighten out your dress, unsure if you should even be here. When you got the invitation in your mailbox you were excited. You'd get to see all your old classmates without a villain attack. You'd be able to catch up with everyone. Only issue is, Bakugou might be there as well. Doesn't matter, though. If you don't show up Ashido will just drag you back. You promised to be there for her since you haven't seen her in months. You've been busy working on your ranking, getting up to number 4.

You walk into the training area, now decked in fairy lights and ribbons. They went all out for this, even having huge buffet tables with a chocolate fountain. There's huge speakers with a well known band playing on a small stage. It's almost like prom, but this time you're going alone.

"L/n!" A squeaky voice calls you. You turn to see Ashido jogging towards you. You'll never understand how she can move so fast in heels. "Ashido, good to see you!" She pulls you into a tight hug, she smells like peaces. "Ugh, don't be so formal! We used to be like sisters at UA!" She reminds you. You can't help but return to those days. When things weren't so complicated, when you were still a kid learning how the control your quirk. "How could I forget? We used to sneak out overnight to watch movies." You nudge her playfully. She has a silk, black dress on. It reaches the floor, having an opening to see her legs. She was always the best dressed. "I heard Deku and Kirishima are going to be here soon!" You smile, enjoying the idea of seeing your friends again. Your class is lucky, being the only one with no casualties. "I'm sure Deku will spend the whole night with Uraraka." You laugh. "You think he still likes her?" Ashido questions, a frown present on her face. "I'm sure he does." "What a shame... She's married to Kaibara.." Ashido's voice lowers and you suddenly feel less confident. You completely forgot about Uraraka's wedding. You were so wrapped up in the idea of getting married yourself, you completely blocked out all the weddings you attended. "I still can't believe she married someone other than Deku.. they seemed so.. destined for each other." You hum, your stomach churning. "Well, you never know. Things have changed since we graduated." Ashido's eyes lower, becoming glassy. It hits you very quickly, reminding you of her divorce. Ashido married a top hero who went to a different hero school, only to find out he was using her. You spent nights with her, comforting her until she fell asleep. "Yeah, somehow it still feels like we just graduated." You're about to comfort her, when the entrance opens. You turn to see Kirishima and Deku walking in together. Deku's smile brightens to room, putting you at ease. "Oh thank god the golden boys are here!" Mina pipes up, dragging you towards them. She stops right in front of Kirishima, a big grin on her face. She's missed her close friend. "Ah, you beat us here!" Deku comments, a nervous look on his face. "You're like twenty minutes late!" You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, well we had to pick up this jerk." Kirishima points behind him, causing you to lock eyes with the one man you didn't want to see. Bakugou has a black suit on, making him look way too handsome. You're quick to focus back on the other two boys, continuing a conversation. "We should dance!" Mina squeals. You want to shoot down her idea, beg her to do anything else, but Deku and Kirishima both agree. "Mind if I take L/n?" Deku asks politely. "Sure, I gotta catch up with Ashido anyway!" Kirishima holds out his hand for her to take, her gladly gripping it tight. Deku does the same, holding out his rough hand. You're hesitant, staring at Bakugou for a split second. You have no reason to ask if it's okay with Bakugou, you broke up. He made it clear he didn't want what you did. So, you gently place your hand on top of his, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

You spend a good thirty minutes dancing with Deku, getting in two slow dances. He's actually pretty good at dancing compared to his younger years. "So, you and Bakugou.." He mutters. Your shoulders drop at the topic. "We broke up." "Yeah, I know. He wouldn't stop talking about it for months." You let out a acknowledging hum. "He misses you. Do you miss him?" "Doesn't matter if I do. we both want different things, things that can't be compromised. I want a big wedding, a family. He doesn't. end of story." You sum up the entirety of the issue, seeing how different your worlds are. "He's changed." You're starting to get annoyed at his persistence. "I'm sure he has, but he can't change what he wants in a future within a year." You slowly pull away from Deku, no longer wanting to be touched. "L/n, he loves you. He spent a whole year missing you, wondering where you are. He's waited a year for a wedding invitation with your name on it." Deku's brows furrow, fists clenching. "That's not my problem anymore, Deku! He told me to move on, so I am!" "He wants a family with you! After two months of losing you, he realized how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you! He's taken time to really think about it." "This isn't any of your business, Izuku." You hiss. You want to leave. You want to run away. To pretend like this conversation never happened, so you could continue believing Bakugou didn't want you. Because that thought has spent years in your head, thinking anything else is terrifying. "It is when he's miserable and you won't even take a second to talk to him!" "I don't need to talk to him! So fucking what if he misses me! I highly doubt he'll be happy married to me, to have kids with me! He told me that the entire time." You step away from Deku, your voice raising. "Is that what you really think? You think he's incapable of changing, of wanting something new? Are you that selfish?" That's what causes you to snap. 'selfish'. "HOW AM I SELFISH FOR WANTING SOMETHING HE DOESN'T! HE HAD YEARS TO CHANE, TO WANT A FAMILY! SO, WHY IS IT THAT THE MOMENT I LEAVE HE SUDDENLY WANTS EVERYTHING? HOW THE FUCK AM I SELFISH!?" Deku remains quiet, tightening his jaw. You huff, spinning on your heel and walking out the room. You can't stay there, not after that. You practically ruined the night with your stupid problems. It's also Deku's fault for being so pushy about all of this. You hope he's happy with the match he dropped on the bridge between you two.

"He wasn't lying." Bakugou's voice is gruff, heavy. You refuse to turn and look at him. He has no right to see you. "So what? It's been a year." You sigh. "I needed time to know what I want." You let him continue, too drained to respond. "I want you. I want a family. Hell, I even thought about a huge wedding." You still keep your mouth shut. "I wanted one of those weddings in a garden, with a wooden arch covered in flowers. I wanted all our friends and family to be there, to see how much I love you. I really wanted those stupid cakes that have three tiers." This changes nothing. This cannot fix what he's done. He doesn't want you, he told you to find someone else. There's no way this would work. He's only doing this to make you happy, he doesn't actually want this. "I wanted to have a kid after a year or two, he'd have my hair but your eyes. Probably have one of our quirks, don't matter which one." "Bakugou-" "I know you aren't married. I asked around every few months." You can hear his footsteps get closer, right behind you. "I know what I said that night was cruel, I never meant them. I didn't think I'd be a good father, let alone husband. I was scared you'd leave me after things got complicated. I didn't want to risk losing you, not like that." For the first time in a long while, the thoughts of him not wanting you start to fade away. Slowly, the cloud of doubt clears, leaving you with new sight on it all. "We can't just get married now. I mean, I don't even know if I'm ready anymore.." It's been a year. You're extremely sure that you still love him, you always will. But the idea of marrying him so soon makes you tremble. "I know. I don't plan on proposing right away. But I want you to know, that if we do get back together, I want a future. I want to share that future with you." You shut your eyes, debating between your two options. You could easily leave, find someone who won't take a year to decide what he wants. Or you could restart this whole thing, be with him and have the life you always wanted with him. After battling your mind, you decide on your answer, no matter how much pain it could cause. You want to be with him. You want to spend an eternity with him. You take his hand, restarting everything.

Fainted... 😳😳😳😳(✖﹏✖)

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, praise, degradation, oral, overstimulation, edging, marking, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 6.4k

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   All Bakugou knew right now was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.

   And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”

   As Bakugou’s eyes continued to glance up and down your body, he was desperately awaiting your first move. He wanted it to be you who kissed him first, that way you could be the one to express your consent, your confirmation that you wanted him too. Even though his naked backside had been completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom, his body was still chilled by the drips of sweat falling running down his skin.

   He felt like that damn icy-hot bastard, because each part of his skin that met yours was burning so badly, he felt like he would soon melt into you, while the rest of his body was filled with goosebumps. “S-shit Y/n, the fuck are you waiting for god damnit-” His eyebrows creased painfully, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he distracted himself by peppering wet, sloppy kisses on your neck.

   “K-Katsuki, are you really- really sure you even want this right now?” Your whispered voice kept hesitating, and Bakugou found himself freezing at your words. 

   “Are you seriously the one doubting me? Right now?” His gruff tone caught you off guard, and your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. You could feel his arms shaking as they held you, his cock was throbbing at your thigh, you could tell even through the sheets. It was easier since the material was now sticky and see-through with his cum. 

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𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒- katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

୨୧— genre:: fluff

୨୧ college au!

A/n: we aren't gonna talk about it mkay? my heart can't take too much rn Jesus

After a long day of studying you stumbled into your dorm, taking the messenger bag that carried countless textbooks and notebooks that you would have to study and memorize off your shoulder and placed it on your desk. After doing so you wasted no time flopping onto your bed, sighing in comfort as you felt your body slowly begin to relax

After a couple minutes of pure bliss you glanced up at the clear clock that sat on your nightstand. 4:18 you sighed turning over in bed, "Maybe kats will be back soon." You thought out loud, as if on cue you received a text from the blonde.

Boomy <3

I'm out with the guys, I'll be back later. And go get ya nails done while your waiting on me I saw you messin with them in class, I left my card in your bag. Go all out princess, I better see some designs on them.

You giggled at the text, before shooting him a reply. After doing so you say up in bed, about to begin your search for your purse before realizing you hadn't taken it off yet. You twisted the clasp open, finding a sticky note attached to the card. Before you ask me what colors: Black, ivory, pink, blue, orange or green. Make em pretty for me princess.

He knew you too well.

politely requesting some bakugou confort. had a very tiring few days and just wanna snuggle into him lol

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im sorry to hear about that and im glad my writing might make you feel better!

i have a good 20-something requests in my inbox right now but since this seems like more of an emergency request it took priority, i hope it lives up to your expectations <3

also i wrote this while listening to the song el muchacho de los ojos tristes and it was very nice

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Bakugou x Reader - Comfort

It's been a while since you've had a week as stressful as this. You've been going on mission after mission and with all of the school testing that's going on at the moment it's starting to wear you down a little, future pro-hero or not.

You're basically running on fumes at this point and the stress your family is putting you through is keeping you awake at night. Life should not get this hard.

It feels like with every step towards improvement you make is met with resistance from fate. Just this week alone you've been hit by a car, bodyslammed by Koda and Iida, given a concussion, broken an arm, and suffered a humiliating loss against Todoroki in your final assessment. You were too weak and tired to even hope to stand a chance.

As you slam the door to your dorm you shrug your bag off and drop it carelessly on the floor. Normally you would be absolutely livid at the moment, but you were crushed. Your greatest chance of success was torn from your fingertips at the very last minute. By that fucking daddy's money, born-with-power brat. How poetic.

You can't help but be a little bitter. It's always the strongest people in your class that are the first to say things like "success comes from hard work" and then proceed to show off the power that they'd inherited. You actually had to work hard to keep your quirk under control, and it was painful.

You just feel so defeated, and it's no wonder that you're tired as you collapse onto the bed and immediately pass out the second your head hits the pillow. You hadn't even had the energy to get out of your school uniform.

Katsuki had been looking for you ever since your assessment had ended, but there was no trace of you anywhere and he curses under his breath at the inconvenience.

"fuckin' dumbass... just go an' disappear on me, huh?!"

You had rushed off before you had gotten the news that you had passed the test. You may have lost the battle, but you'd obviously performed well enough to scoop up a passing grade.

The ragged blonde boy huffs and balls up his fist, his signature glare-and-frown combination hiding his worry for you. You looked absolutely gutted at your defeat.

He figures that if you're not here then you're probably in your room, but when he finally makes it there and knocks on the door only to be met with silence, an irk mark appears on his head. Pale knuckles wrap around the doorknob and twist as he goes to make sure that you're not just ignoring him, annoyance evident on his face now, but the sight of you curled up in your uniform, knocked out and breathing evenly has him blushing slightly.

There's a pink tinge to his ears as he comes closer, shutting the door behind him and letting the room be shrouded in a blanket of darkness. You must be absolutely exhausted.

He sighs softly as his expression softens into something more rare, akin to sympathy. Pastel pink sheets shift as the bed dips under the pressure of his body coming up behind yours to embrace you, and strong, toned arms wrap around your waist as he tucks his face into your hair.

You wake up an hour or two later, tired and hurting, but also confused as hell because why is Katsuki in your bed with you? You're no stranger to cuddling, but it usually takes some convincing on his part to actually agree to do it with you. He must've seen how distraught you were after your failure. What a sweetheart.

His soft snores emnate from behind you, his face hidden away in the crook of your neck, covered by your hair as his arms tighten around your waist at the disturbance of you waking up. He must've fallen asleep then.

You feel a sudden weight in your heart, like someone had just strapped one of Katsuki's training weights to it, and suddenly your cheeks are wet with tears at the realisation that despite how low you might fall, or how badly you might fail, you'll always have him to back you up. This boy is your whole support system, your rock. And without him, you may just get carried away.

He's always been there for you, giving you advice and support, and smacking you with a reality check whenever you need it. So when you roll over and cuddle into his chest, burying your face into firm muscle and waking him up in the process, he's there again, raising a hand to the back of your head and letting you cry. His fingers gently massage your scalp and it helps to ease the pounding headache that comes with crying so much.

A frown is etched onto the boy's face as you weep, knowing how tired and drained you are, and well aware of how hard you've been working yourself - so much so that you've brought yourself to an emotional meltdown.

"... You need to stop pushing yourself so damn hard, idiot... Give your body and mind a break, you're not invincible."

That's all he says, and his voice is low and scratchy with sleep as he pets you and pulls you in closer, his eyes barely open a crack. You know he's right, and he knows you needed to hear that. The silence in the room is deafening after he says that, only filled with the occasional sniffle from you while you nod your head shakily in agreement. You're exhausted by now, having really tired yourself out and falling asleep in your boyfriend's cuddle for another couple of hours, sleeping the best you've slept all week.

He doesn't even get the chance to tell you that you passed, and that everything is gonna be fine, but he shrugs and just lets you rest, deciding that it can wait until you've taken care of yourself.

can i get sum super soft baku headcannons?🥺

ofc! So sorry it took me this long :)

I'm still listening to I love you so by the Walters 😭

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Soft!Bakugou x GN!Reader Headcanons

In private he's nothing but soft for you. He might be all brash and rough edges in public but as soon as you're both alone together he's immediately the softest boy for you.

When he wants attention he totally tugs on the loose fabric of your shirt and gives you a passive stare, as if he expects you to read his mind.

Apparently you absolutely can.

When you hug him he's immediately got his arms around you like they were glued there, resting his chin on your shoulder and watching TV with you in your room.

You lay on his chest and your thumb massages his chest lightly, and immediately he is goo. He folds like a lawnchair at the feeling of you doing such a small, seemingly insignificant gesture, and he's totally weak for it.

He's so touchstarved that he even craves your touch and your presence in public too, leading to subtle hand holding and secret kisses.

And the first time you kiss his forehead his knees almost buckle.

It was when he had gotten upset about being, in essence, emotionally constipated (and hey, at least he's self aware) and you had just laughed softly and petted his hair, telling him that he's going about his own personal growth at a pace he finds comfortable, and that he's entitled to that.

This was accompanied by a soft smooch on the forehead and he leaned back against the wall in an attempt to regain his bearings.

You had actually given this stick of TNT butterflies.

Sometimes when he lays down in your bed, he rests his head in your lap while you braid little strands of his hair, and he doesn't say anything about it when you do, but he definately gives you a look when you stop, making you sweatdrop and continue playing with it just to make him stop glaring at you like a brat.

He tends to capture you sometimes too. No, he won't be stopping anytime soon.

Like, you'll be cuddling in bed and his arms are wrapped around you so tight that there is simply no escape.

"Can- uh- can you let--" "No." ... "...Please I need to pee"

He actually laughs at your jokes too. Since the both of you puppies have ~trauma~ he can actually appreciate your humour and one day, after you make a rather crude daddy issue joke he chokes on the soda you gave him and turns away from you. As it turns out you had alomost, almost made him spew soda out of his nose from that little quip, and the choked giggles, as worrying as they were because hey are you okay? can you breathe? were actually making your heart melt.

One time when he catches you oggling his muscles, he shows off even more for you, flexing a little bit, and taking it as motivation to train even harder. He's so proud of himself, because he worked so, so hard to get to this point, and you appreciate the fruits of his hard labour.

He especially loves the way you validate him. Not that he got into the relationship for your validation, of course, because he is Katsuki Bakugou and doesn't need anyone's validation to be himself, and he just genuinely loves you. But when he's feeling a certain way, and he doesn't get invalidated the way he usually does, it does something to him. You actually listen to him, and regularly tell him that it's okay to feel the way he feels, and it fuels his love for you even more because he values your opinion so much.

He especially values your opinion so much because you always know the right thing to say, and you're not just kissing his feet everyday. When he's in the wrong, you'll let him know, because you love him. And he appreciates that.

Sometimes, when he's even more touchstarved than normal, he actually whines when he feels you hug him for the first time in a day. He is so weak for your cuddles and nose kisses, because under that strong exterior, he just wants to be held like he's more than just a weapon for once.

And when you hold his hands like he hasn't obliterated millions of things with them he melts into a little Katsuki-puddle, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as you lift his hand up to cradle it to your chest, and his eyes glaze over with a look you've never seen before. In seconds he's captured you again and he hides his face into your chest so you cant tell he's crying just a little bit.

♡︎𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮♡︎

Day 14 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Nothing feels better than having him grovel at your feet.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

581 words.

Nothing feels better than this. Nothing feels... More empowering, than having the great Katsuki Bakugou sniveling at your feet, reduced to tears over a ruined orgasm.

Okay, maybe you are just a little bit of a sadist, so what?

"Oh, I have the perfect present for you, baby boy."

Voice dripping with smug amusement, you taunt him. Who would've thought that such a prideful firecracker would like being put down and humbled. Right now he kneels on the floor, his head resting on your bare knees while fresh tears clear pathways down plush cheeks. He still has some baby fat there, you muse. Cute.

It hadn't taken very long to get all dolled up this morning, and now you sit on the edge of your bed, clad in a skimpy skirt and halter top while your brick wall boyfriend worships you on his hands and knees.

He raises his head to look at you at the sound of a little bell ringing while you pull a cute little bow out of your fluffy jacket pocket. A dog collar.

'A dog collar? Really!?' He can't deny the way that his dick twitches in his sweats, chubbing against the flat of your foot where it rests on him like he's a footstool. This is humiliating for him, and he can't get enough. Even fully clothed, he feels naked and vulnerable under your cold glare. It's refreshing to be stripped bare of his protective walls at the end of the day and rebuilt by the one he trusts the most in this entire world. Katsuki Bakugou wants you to ruin him.

And ruin him you will.

"Isn't it so pretty, baby? It's even got a little bell so I always know where you are~" Your tone is light- teasing, even. He wants more.

"Shall I put it on you?" His eyes are wide, pupils blown with lust and anticipation. His adam's apple, adorned with various bite marks and faded hickeys, bobs in his throat as he gulps audibly, parting dry lips for a shaky breath.

"Y-yes please."

"Then beg."

His eyes widen and he visibly shivers. You can feel his dick at full mast beneath your foot, twitching to attention as a little whimper catches your ear.

"Please- please! Let me wear it- I've been good! Please? Just- just let me- please... I'm begging! I'm begging you, I- please let me wear it for you..."

He's desperate, clamouring for your approval while you smirk down at him. It's a truly beautiful sight as he becomes your pathetic little pet behind closed doors. In this moment, he is yours, in both mind and body.

With a snicker you unclip the collar, fastening it gently around his neck and caressing his jaw when you finally pull your hands away, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Your lipstick leaves a print on his skin, marking him as yours and it brings a cruel smile to your lips when you study it.

"There's a good boy. And guess what good boys get? They get a reward~"

He could cum in his pants if he weren't straining to hold back while you take his hand in yours, his arm heavy with muscle. Slowly, you guide his hand under your shirt to let him cup the curve of your breast under your bra, prompting him to squeeze and bringing a familiar heat between your legs.

If he's lucky, you may let him get what he's begging for.

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♡︎𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮♡︎

Day 15 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: you had never realised just how hot Katsuki was in a mask. Maybe you watched too many horror movies as a kid.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

617 words.

It's Halloween night and you and Katsuki are just about to leave the house to go and meet with the squad until suddenly you find yourself pushed up against the wall.

It's sudden, drawing a little yelp from parted lips as wide eyes scan over the Halloween mask disguising your boyfriend's face. He says nothing, only tilting his head slightly as the light reflects off of the cute fox mask you had bought for him.

He's only messing with you, of course. Though that does not explain the sudden stirring of you belly when you had been restrained and held down by a mysterious figure.

Part of you is horrified at the reaction, but you're also far too turned on now to care. Why is he so sexy like this? Why is the feeling of being pushed down by a man in a mask so sexy to you?

Obviously you only like it because he's your boyfriend, and you know it's him. If this were just some random man he would be near death right now, but when it's your Katsuki? It's thrilling.

"Oh? Please don't kill me Mr Mask-face~ I wanna be in the sequel..."

He can't help the chuckle that he releases at the reference, about to move a hand and pull the plastic mold away until you catch it, stopping him in his tracks. If he's feeling playful, who are you to stop him?

His eyebrows raise behind the mask, but you don't see it, pouting and leaning in close to talk to him instead of trying to focus on what you can't see.

"No. You know, you're kinda hot like this... Come to think of it, your hero mask is sexy as fuck, too."

Katsuki is in shock. Of all reactions, he did not expect this one. You found this hot? Shit, he's going nuts right now. His pants are starting to get a little tight though, and he can't deny that he's always had a fantasy for fucking you in his pro-hero uniform. He had worked so hard to earn the title of one of Japan's top Pros, it's a power trip fantasy that served to boost his already inflated ego. Though, he hasn't made it to actually admitting it to you yet, but this will have to do.

There's a mischievous smirk behind the mask that you're not privy to as he strokes a thumb across your cheek, focusing on every last pore and committing it to memory. Rough skin of the palm of his hand trails down to your neck, his touch lingering there on its way down your waist and pants your hip, squeezing firmly at your ass.

You smirk still, leaning in to press kisses to his bare neck and listen to muffled breathing as it turns shaky and unsteady. He lifts your leg up in silence, obviously approving of your reaction while he presses his crotch up against your own pelvis. It of course helps that you're wearing a rather loose skirt, so all he has to is pull your underwear to the side to slip a finger inside of your already soaked cunt.

"So wet for me, is this really as hot as you say it is, baby?" His calls your pet name with a rumble of his chest, in that firm, low tone that he knows you love the most. The reaction it garners is beautiful. He admires you as you shiver and squirm, your head flinging back once he starts to curl his fingers, and his other hand holds up your thigh to keep you open for him. Easy access, he muses.

You might be a little late to your meet-up with the squad.

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Katsuki with a needy s/o, who no matter their size difference and Katsuki’s obviously built form wants to make him sit on their lap. Convincing him took a lot of work, he might be brash and rough around the edges but that is for anyone but his s/o. They are treated with utmost care by Katsuki. Katsuki was convinced that if he sits on his s/o he was gonna crush them. After a long time of bothering the blonde to try sitting on their lap, his s/o decided to let him. Though that is around the same time as Katsuki just even thinking about it. 

Seeing the way they carry around their plushie pulling it their lap and carefully fixing their fur to sit properly around it's eyes. Katsuki caught himself considering it for second before shaking himself back to reality.

His s/o was in their dorm room, Katsuki on their bed, eyeing the plush that sat in their lap as they played their video game. Picking himself up from their bed, Katsuki stood in front of his s/o. Throwing the plushie away, he carefully stepped between your arms, plopping carefully on their lap. 

Sinking his body into their, Katsuki's hand going around their shoulders as he hid away in their neck, blushing. 

"You're so annoying. I am doing this only to shut you up woman. Don't even think otherwise,"

"So, you're saying you don't like this?"

"No comments,"

"Damn, fine. You can leave if you want,"

"I LIKE IT, OK? Don't you around telling that to everyone"

"Hm. Tell everyone what?"

"Good… I love you, dummy,"

"I love too Katsuki, so much,"

Though, Katsuki was pushed off earlier than he wished because of his s/o numb legs, Katsuki got a good hour of cuddling on their lap. He might just do it often, but that for him to know.

11:53

- I know you’re not mine to begin with…

but I’m yours, in ways I wish I wasn’t. Wish I wouldn’t look at you as if you hung up the stars in my sky. Wish I wouldn’t be holding on so dearly to each brush of your hand against me. I wish I could look into your eyes and not breathe in relief of having your eyes on me. I wish I wouldn’t love like this, and wish to have you in ways I wouldn’t. And as much as I wish for these things, I wish much harder for the courage to tell you I love you and walk away.

(Reader's pov)

Bakugou having a crush on s/o who can read minds.

Bakugou x f!reader

Warning : most bad writing

a/n: I’m not really sure what counts as a fic, headcannon, drabble, etc sooo...

When you first came to UA, you were pretty nervous because you wanted to make a good first impression on the new class that you were joining. Walking in the classroom, you can already hear the overwhelming amount of thoughts that are flowing for your classmates. Most of them consisting of "oh a new student" and " I wonder what her quirk is". Although there was one thought that caught you off guard. "This new extra is kinda cute." You not knowing if that was a compliment or insult could feel the blush rising in your face.

You quickly introduced yourself and waited for the teacher to point you to where you would be sitting. Mr.Aiswa pointed to the empty desk that was in front of student with big blonde hair, and a stare that could kill anyone. As to you walked over to your new desk, you started listening in on the thoughts of everyone sitting nearby.

Hearing how most of them were thoughts of curiosity, one thought stood out as you sat down. “Of course the new extra has to sit in front of me” sounding annoyed. You glanced behind to see a set of eyes glaring back at you. You prayed that you hadn’t make a mistake in coming to this school.

As the weeks passed, you found yourself falling into a routine for each school day. Every day coming to a few conclusions.

1. Most of the class was super nice

2. The quiet ones always had the funniest thoughts

3. Bakugou although always being the most rude and angry, was the most interesting boy.

Now the first two conclusions were the easiest to understand, but the third conclusion was the most confusing thing. Some how it always left your head spinning.

What made Bakugou so intriguing were his thoughts and how much they contradicted his actions. Whenever he would yell at people his thoughts would be sometimes rude, but most of the time it was calm and collected.

It was also interesting to see how his thoughts of you had changed though out months. At first his thoughts barely included you and when they did, it was mainly about what your quirk was and if you were powerful.

"I can't wait to beat this extra in a fight." “I wonder what y/n’s quirk is?”

One day out of nowhere his thoughts about you started to change. They started out as compliments on your fight skills. Then slowly progressed to compliments about your appearance that day. Compliments like, “Y/n looks pretty today. Y/n’s hair is so cute.”

Eventually it wasn’t just his thoughts that made you come to the conclusion that he liked you. I’m the cafeteria sometimes you would look up and catch Bakugou looking at you. He would always looking away with a slight blush on his face. He would also go out his way to help when you when you guys stayed after school for extra training. His thoughts sometimes going a little nsfw when he saw your training outfits.

Months had passed and his thoughts had grown more loud in your head. You wish he would ask you out already, but it still hasn’t happened. What was he waiting for, you liked him too. His thoughts made it seem like you were some type of goddess.

One day when you were walking but to the dorms to do some homework, before you saw him, you heard his thoughts. “I hope that’s y/n because I have already embarrassed myself once.”

You stop walking and waited for Bakugou to walk out from his hidden area. “Y/n can you come with me please, I have something to tell you.” All you could here was please say yes please say yes please say yes.”

“Okay”, you say and follow him to wherever he was taking you.

When he stop you near bumped into him. He turned about and went to pull something out of his backpack. He pulled a heart shaped box and tossed to you. You looked at him in surprise. “What’s this for?” You were ready to hear the words fall from his lips. “Doyouwanttogoout” he blurted out, his face turning bright red. All you can do it smile. You were soo happy he finally asked you out.

“Finally, it’s about time you ask.”

Waitwaitwaitwait but what if r was sating akatsuki but wasn't into degradation and stuff. Like she prefers praise and nice stuff like that

katsuki with a soft!gf

katsuki groans against you, your poor twin bed creaking under the shared weight of you two. he's not exactly gentle as he litters your body with marks of his own. he leaves two, one near each breast and one on the right of your thigh, before he dove his face in and ate you out like a man starved.

"taste fuckin' delicious," he groans, hand grabbing your chin to kiss your plush lips. he smirks wickedly when he pulls away, "you agree?"

you immediately kick at him with a flushed face, "you're so nasty, katsuki."

"you still want me," he huffs quietly as he settles back on his haunches, tapping your thigh to flip over. "plus, I can't help it when you're spread out fa' me like this. you're dripping, baby. look so fuckin' sexy."

his hand smooths comfortingly down the curve of your back, encouraging you to arch further as you wiggle your ass enticingly. katsuki watches enraptured, cock hard and smearing precum against his navel.

"please," you beg instinctually. your head turns to pout at him with needy eyes, "fuck me, katsuki. wanna feel it."

his red eyes rake over you adoringly as he adjusts, fisting himself with a hiss as his head tips back toward the ceiling. he refocuses with a heavy breath, nudging your knees wider, "yeah, gladly, baby."

it's only the tip, but you're already caving for him with a broken whimper. your head stuffs itself into the pillows, and your boyfriend can only chuckle as he squeezes the fat of your ass.

"relax, you've taken it before," he croons softly as he bullies another inch into you. "can feel how much you like it, squeezing me so tight. gonna cream this dick, hm? fuck, you're so beautiful."

the last part comes out just a bit softer and more loving as he squeezes your hard that flies back for comfort. he interlaces your fingers, hand holding yours tenderly as his hips snap against yours. the skin on skin is so loud and lewd that you hope no one can hear, but the thought is fucked out of you as katsuki loses himself in your gummy walls.

"katsuki, oh, ohmygod!"

"what, baby? c'mon, tell me."

your man only grins as you babble to him, but he only noses your neck and kisses you to remind you he's there and loves you. your eyes roll back and he feels a hot rush of pleasure course down his spine. god, he'll do anything you ask.

you'll say katsuki's pussy-whipped, and he'll never deny it, only looking away with pink cheeks and ears.

When your baby started kicking for the first time, you immediately sprinted towards your husband who was still deep in slumber in the comfort of your shared king sized bed, it was only 3:30 in the morning after all, a little too early to rise, and you would have been snuggled up to him if your bladder capacity hadn't prevented it for the third time that night.

_ "Katsuki wake up wake up, you have to feel this! It's moving!" you announced in a loud whisper while shaking him lightly.

_ "Huh what, what's moving? Do I need to blow it up?" he was obviously disoriented as he tried to blink the sleep away, knitting his eyebrows in concentration so he could focus his blurry vision on you.

_ "What? No, are you crazy?" you bursted out laughing at his unexpected response, and waited for him to gain full consciousness as he wobblily sat up to face you.

_ "Is everything okay?" he reached out to gently trace your cheek, and you could tell he was fully awake at last.

_ "Here, feel this," you took his other hand and placed it on your bulging tummy, "our baby is moving."

His eyes widened and his mouth hung open in obvious amazement, and you watched in awe as your husband's face lit up at the new feeling under his palm.

_ "This is real, we're actually having a baby." the wide, almost face-splitting smile appearing on his face was the same one he had when you announced your pregnancy a few months ago, and the warmth it evoked in you was also the same as back then.

_ "We are Katsuki." and you couldn't help the tears of joy welling up in your eyes as you watched the bliss radiating from him, placing your hands on top of his and holding on tightly.

That night -and every following night- he kept his hand on your belly when you climbed back to bed, holding you from behind and rubbing soothing patterns on your tightening skin while kissing your neck and whispering sweet 'I love you's' and promises for eternal happiness together, until you finally drifted off again.

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Seven stages of falling in love.

Synopsis: You're afraid of needles and Bakugou is not the most suitable person that should be handling your shots for seven days.

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warnings: cursing, I have no idea how long it is since it's written on my phone this time, probably a lot of errors

Genre: fluff, some tiny bit angst but a happy ending so no worries

A/N: I was on a 9-hour road trip and wrote this to keep me sane.

BTW 50 followers yaay!

Day 1

"What do you mean I need to get antibiotic shots for a week?!" You exclaimed, refusing to believe what you just heard. It was just a sore throat, or so you had thought. You never liked doctors, so you rarely saw one, but when your 'sore throat' lasted for a whole month, your friends literally forced you to go see one.

You knew it wasn't anything important, but maybe it would help to get a home rest for a day or two, giving you a little more time to binge anime study for that one exam that was coming up.

All your hopes and dreams died when you;

a) didn't get to have any home rest, cause apparently, you didn't have to stay home for a sore throat,

b) had to get shots for a week?!

This was why you hated doctors! You went in for a sore throat, hoping to get a home rest, and got what? A week of-

"It means what I just said." The doctor answered your question gruffly, making you send him a questioning look. Weren't the doctors supposed to be all nice and smiley? This one sure wasn't.

"I don't want to!" You whined, "Isn't there a pill or something I could take?" He sent you a look that could only mean, are you dumb or something?

But you couldn't care less about what he thought about you, though he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, all you were thinking about was doing whatever you could to not get any shots. "Is there no other way?" You asked, once again. This caused him to sigh loudly, turning his red eyes once again on you.

"No. You'll come here every day for a week to get shots, no pills, no nothing. Okay?" The harsh tone of his voice sent chills through your body, blood-red eyes of his made you wonder if they were real. "I- uh... Yeah, okay." You told him, feeling a little intimidated, though you wouldn't admit it if it killed you.

He turned his back to you while he prepared the syringe, giving you the perfect chance to look at him without being crushed under his crimson gaze.

His shoulders were so wide and his waist so narrow, it created the perfect triangle. You could see his the muscles of his arms flexing with every move, you almost felt unable to take your eyes off of his arms. But what stood out the most was his ash blonde, spiky hair. It defied the gravity in a way you had never seen before, and you just wanted to run your fingers through them, wondering if they were as hard as they looked.

He turned his face to you, you knew he noticed you staring, you could see that by the smirk he sent you, though he didn't comment on it.

You took deep breaths in, trying to calm yourself, though you could feel the blood draining from your face, your hands shaking ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, a look of slight frustration on his face. "You okay?"

You gulped, biting your lip. "I- I'm just..." you didn't want to admit you were scared of needles, not to him, but he did it for you. "You're scared."

You shrugged, still not admitting but not denying either. "You could say I'm not a fan." He rolled his eyes, looking at you as you were dumb. "Nobody is a fan." You could swear you heard him mumble, dumbass under his breath.

He pressed the base of the syringe slightly, testing it, not noticing or simply ignoring the look you had sent him. He rubbed alcohol on your arm, bringing the syringe closer. He was about to stick it when you couldn't stop yourself and gripped his wrist with all your might. Your hand couldn't wrap his wrist at all, and he could have ripped it free so easily, though he didn't.

"What the-"

"Wait!" You told him, not aware of what you were doing, your fear taking over. "Please don't? I don't- don't want... it."

"Come on, it doesn't hurt that much." He told you, feeling his frustration growing bigger with every second that past. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for fucks sake, he wasn't supposed to deal with little girls afraid of needles.

He was the number one of his class, he always was. He decided he wanted to be a doctor and save lives when he was so little, and he always had that dream in him. He worked so hard to achieve that, and now he was spending his summer as an intern in the best hospital of Japan, the hospital he always wanted to work at.

But this wasn't it! Ever since he started, they gave him small, insignificant things to do, like check-ups he was doing now. Sore throat? Who did they think he was, making him check sore throats and runny noses?

He felt so frustrated, he didn't notice you trembling like a leaf under his touch. Your eyes were so wide open, filled with pure fear, your under lip trembling, your hands gripped his wrist like it was your lifeline.

"I'm sorry-" you told him. "I just can't... can't stand needles."

He sighed, though he could feel his frustration disappearing slightly.

"That's fine, I guess." He told you, earning a hopeful glance from you. "Just look at me, nowhere else." That wasn't hard, was it? You couldn't take your eyes off of him anyways. You locked your eyes with his, noticing how oddly soothing his hard toned voice was.

"Listen to me, okay?" He told you. "My name's Bakugou. I went to UA Medical school, and this is my third year, 'm an intern here." You never would have guessed he was that young, only a year older than you, and he went to one of the hardest universities in Japan?

You never once looked away from his eyes, trying to forget the sharp object that was about to enter your skin. When he asked about you, you gulped, you were about to send a small glance at your arm, the one he was holding, but he gripped your chin with his free hand, not letting you look anywhere else, but his eyes.

"I- I'm Y/N." You whispered. "I'm going to ****, and I'm a second year." He nodded, and you smiled weakly.

"That's cool." He told you, "though not cooler than the fact that I finished your shot almost two minutes ago." A smug grin was now curving his lips.

"You what?!" You exclaimed, you looked at your arm, which now had a small band-aid. "You- you... how did you do that?" You asked him, smiling uncontrollably.

"A doctor never reveals his secrets." He told you, though you saw he had a small smile too.

You took your bag and coat, about to exit the room when you sent a small glance his way. "Thank you, doctor Bakugou. " You told him, earning a surprised look from him.

Nobody had ever thanked him this way before.

Day 2

"Hi," you stood at the door, not sure whether you should enter or just stay there.

"Why the hell are you standing there?" He asked you roughly. "Oh, uh, sorry." He shrugged, sipping his coffee. You could tell by the smell that it was pure poison, or in other words, espresso.

"Don't apologize and sit down already."

You sat down, feeling uncomfortable, though you weren't sure why. Maybe it was because you showed him your vulnerable side the day before? You weren't sure. 

Your eyes wandered over his figure, he looked as handsome as he was the first time you saw him, or maybe even more? It shouldn't be allowed to be so handsome, you thought. And why did that white coat look so good on him?

Though he was aware of you watching his every move, he didn't want to say anything about it since he could feel your growing panic as he walked towards you with the syringe in his hands.

"We're doing it as we did it yesterday. "He told you, "You're looking at me, and me only." He smirked when he saw you nodding. "Good."

"Now, tell me, what are you studying?" He shook his head, genuinely looked interested as he listened you blabbering. "Why are you doing this?" You asked him. "Is it for the money?"

He shrugged, though he had a smirk on. "I'll tell you about that another day since you're good to go."

"No way!" You told him, looking at your arm, which was once again already stung, cleaned, and stuck with a cute little band-aid.

"You're the best. " You told him as you giggled, still not over the fact that he already gave you two shots without you even noticing.

"Of course I'm the fucking best." He told you, making you giggle once again. "Not sure you should be using that language around your patients, Doctor Bakugou."

He made a tch noise, turning his back to you. "Whatever, go complain to the administration or something." His voice was harder than you had ever heard from him, though to his surprise, you giggled as you walked to the door.

"Of course I'm not going to do that," you told him, smiling sweetly. "Don't expect me to complain about my favorite doctor."

With that, you left the room, leaving Bakugou once again struck with shock. Nobody ever told him he was their favorite doctor, on the contrary, people loved to complain about his angry behavior and foul mouth.

And though he would never accept it, he smiled ever so slightly, noticing a warm feeling spreading to his chest.

Day 3

"Hey, doctor." You entered the room, a big smile on your face that you didn't seem to have any control over.

"Hey." He answered, making you surprised. This was the first time he said 'hey' back. "I noticed you changed our appointment hours." It used to be in the morning but you had learned just today that he changed it to 13:00.

"Yeah." He answered, looking a little uncomfortable. "Why?" You asked further, but your eyes widened a little when you noticed his cheeks had a pink tint to them. "I fucking wanted to, okay?"

"Okay," you told him, laughingly. "I was just curious, you know?"

Nope, you weren't just curious. You wanted to know if it was because he had a date or something, and even though that didn't make any sense at all, you just couldn't help yourself.

What he didn't tell you was that he did change your appointments because of a girl, you. He switched your appointment to right before his lunch break so he could spend a little more time with you, though he couldn't even admit that himself.

"Don't be." He answered as you sat down. This time he had prepared the syringes before you came so that you wouldn't get anxious as he prepared them in front of you.

"That looks like a nice book." He told you as he rubbed your arm with alcohol. You were so stressed that you couldn't even understand what book he was referring to, not aware that you were holding the book in your hands for your dear life. "It's my favorite book." You answered, not looking away from his eyes. You could swear you saw his eyes in your dream last night.

"What's it about?" He asked, once again, looking genuinely interested. You loved talking about books, so much that people would sometimes ask you to stop. But he looked so interested, like he was actually listening, not because he had to, but he wanted to, you couldn't stop.

You started talking about this book, jumping to talk about another, then another. He joined you some time, you weren't really sure when. You started to talk about your favorite books, you talked about his favorite book, argued on one book that he liked, but you hated, did the same with a book you loved, and he didn't.

The conversation lasted so long, and you wouldn't have stopped if your phone hadn't ringed. "Oh, fuck." You mumbled under your breath, realizing you were in there for at least an hour and a half. "I'm so sorry, I lost control!" You told him, laughing nervously. Did you bore him to death?

"It's okay, I guess." He told you, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "You do talk too fucking much, but it wasn't necessarily bad. And it was actually my lunch break, so I won't get in trouble or shit."

"Oh, okay." You answered smiling once again. "I guess, I owe you lunch now."

You exited his room before you let him answer, you were afraid he was going to tell you to fuck off or something, though you had never thought he would agree, he was about to do just that before you sprinted out the room.

He realized only minutes after you exited that you left your 'favorite book' behind, only for him to read it.

Day 4

"Instant noodles?" He asked you, with a look on his face you couldn't quite interpret. It resembled something along the lines of trying to hold his laughter in and thinking you were the dumbest person on the earth.

"I did owe you lunch, you know." You told him. 

"Yeah, I know, but I thought you meant something like a bagel or some shit, somewhere outside the hospital."

Thinking back, maybe instant noodles were a bad idea.

"How about tomorrow?" You asked. He shrugged, "Fine, whatever." He looked indifferent, but his pink-tinted cheeks told you he wasn't.

He shrugged, you noticed he did this a lot when he was uncomfortable, you also noticed how fast your heartbeat was every day you entered this room, and not because of the needles.

You noticed how, since the first day, you woke up feeling excited about seeing him. Thinking about what you were going to talk about that day, as you go about your day when something happened, you found yourself thinking about telling it to him the next day.

You noticed how your heart clenched, a dreadful feeling in your stomach, when you thought about the week was coming to an end.

You noticed you were starting to... fall in love with him.

You talked about this to your friends too, and they were more than aware of how your eyes glistened when you talked about him, how you smiled unintentionally.

And the problem was, that he was also aware of all these too. He saw how you looked at him, and he wasn't dumb, he knew what these meant, as well as the tightening in his chest.

You weren't the only one, waking up, excited to see each other. When Denki said something dumb, he thought about telling it to you the next day, he thought about what he could talk about with you to soothe you the next time you gripped his wrist, asking him to stop with teary eyes, he never ever wanted to see you looking that afraid ever again. Hell, he even looked at wikihow, how to calm someone down when they feel afraid, and he was about to be a doctor for God's sake.

It was scary for him, to be this vulnerable for someone, to care so much in such little time, such a foreign feeling taking over his sensible part.

He was about to say something else when he noticed your knee and the very poorly wrapped bandage over it, you had 'wrapped' the bandage like a shoelace and he never in his life saw something so horrible. He sent you a look that made your cheeks all red.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked you, opening the bandage in one quick motion. "Oh, I fell yesterday, nothing too serious."

"You dumbass," Bakugou mumbled as he looked at the wound closely. "Didn't you even clean it?" He asked angrily.

"I did!" You told him. "I mean, I tried to. But it hurts when I touch it..." He rolled his eyes as he took some stuff from the drawers. "Are you afraid of these too?" He asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer, but you did anyway.

"No." You answered as you pouted. "Just needles." He shook his head as he laughed softly. "And trees at night." You mumbled and he froze.

"You have to be kidding me!" He told you, he wasn't even treating the wound anymore, but just looking at you like he waited for you to say you were joking.

"Hey! You have to admit they have a scary side to them!"

"Trees at night?"

"Don’t laugh." You pouted. "They look all shadowy and like... they have long arms, open wide like they're about to catch you and never let you go."

"Oh my God," he groaned as he went on cleaning your wound. "That’s the dumbest thing I've heard." Though he thought it was the most adorable thing he heard too. A girl afraid of needles and trees at night.

The wound stung a little, but you didn't even feel it, you were thinking deeply about wanting to touch his hair. When he finished, your knee was wrapped nicely, and it didn't even hurt anymore.

"So, you never told me why you wanted to become a doctor." You told him as you recalled your chat the first day.

"Thought you would forget about that." He told you as you laughed. "Never."

"I wanted to save people, ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a... hero, I guess." He told you, not even sure why he was telling you such a personal thing when almost no one knew this about him.

You couldn't stop the words tumbling down your lips. "I don't know about other people, but you're my hero."

Oh, shit. Your words led to a very awkward silence, and you thought you probably shouldn't have said that, though you meant every word.

"Thank you for that." He mumbled finally, causing your head to snap up and lock your eyes with his. You didn't expect him to thank you, at all, but now you just couldn't stop grinning.

"I feel like I'm getting over my fear." You said as you looked at the band-aid on your arm, the band-aid which, once again, miraculously appeared there. There was no way he could give you a shot, clean the small wound, and put a band-aid without you noticing at all! He was either a magician or you were in too deep.

"Yeah, seems like it." He told you, though he wasn't very enthusiastic about it.

You both ate your instant noodles in silence, I'm telling you, it's a bad idea to eat instant noodles with your crush, especially if its the first time you're eating together, and you just didn't know why his presence felt so distant and so awkward all of a sudden.

After you finished your noodles, oh my God why did that last that long? you grabbed your stuff, feeling a weird tug in your chest. "I think I should go."

His crimson eyes found yours, but you had no idea what he was thinking. "Okay." 

"See you tomorrow?" You asked, but a grunt was your only answer.

Day 5

"What do you mean Doctor Bakugou has another patient?" You asked the receptionist. She looked at you like you were dumb. "He isn't available at the moment, miss. Doctor Kirishima will be looking after you today."

You didn't know who Kirishima was, but you knew you didn't want him to handle you.

"Can I maybe come later? When he's available?" You asked with the last piece of hope left in you. "I'm sorry, miss." She answered by not actually answering. You sighed as you looked at the red-haired man watching you with a smile. He looked like a nice guy, but he wasn't the reason you were here.

***

"Wow, " Kirishima rubbed his temples as he took a so from his coffee. "One patient really pushed me today."

"What?" Bakugou asked, his voice so stern, Kirishima's eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. He was really moody lately, and Kirishima wasn't sure why.

"I had this one girl, apparently she was afraid of needles." Suddenly Bakugou's hand was gripping the glass he was holding it a little too hard. "I tried to convince her that it wasn't going to hurt, but she was crying so hard I don't think she even heard me."

"She was crying?" Bakugou's voice was nothing more than a whisper, he could feel how fast his heart was beating, and how tight the grip on his chest was. Kirishima had never seen his friend worry over someone, and he never thought he would either, but today he could sense something was up. "Well, yeah. Really hard. But it wasn't the crying that got me but more like... She was so afraid, genuinely terrified. Even after the whole thing, she kept looking at her arm and still looked scared."

Bakugou looked away, he didn't want to hear this anymore. "That must be tough."

Kirishima shrugged. "I felt bad."

That day, Bakugou left the hospital with an ache in his chest.

Day 6

You didn't want to go back to the hospital. You didn't. You were too scared.

You had thought you were over your fear, but obviously not. You could only stand them when... He was around.

The moment you thought about the spiky blonde hair and red eyes, you felt your chest tightening.

You entered the lobby, eyes instinctively going to the door that had his silver initials. Your heart fluttered in your chest, longing to see him, praying that he would be here. You walked to the receptionist. She was telling you the same thing she did yesterday -sorry ma'am, he's just not available- when the door opened, and the silhouette of a man you longed to see standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.

A smile found its place on your lips as you started to walk towards him -the receptionist was trying to talk to you still, but who cares- feeling relief washing over you.

He was here! You felt so relieved having him here, not only because he could do your injection without you noticing -but you had to admit, that was an amazing skill right there- but also because you... trusted him. You trusted Bakugou so much, that you could open your heart to him. You loved how he listened to you when you were talking about nonsensical things, how angry of a person he was but actually so nice, how he told you he hated those 'dumbass' friends of his, desperately trying to conceal how much he loved them.

He didn't see you as you walked to him, his eyes on the paper he was holding in his hand. You were about to call his name when you heard your name being called, though it wasn't he who said it.

Your brows furrowed, eyes turning to ho was calling you. The doctor from the day before stood there next to you, with a smile plastered on his face, his hand touching your arm slightly, about to lead you to his office. "Miss Y/N, you're with me today."

Bakugou's eyes snapped up, finding you almost instantly as he heard your name being called. Realizing you were also looking at him, his crimson eyes widened a little. "But..." you started to tell Kirishima, but the guilt-stricken look Bakugou sent you that he tried to conceal told you everything you should know.

You felt like your heart that was just hammering your chest stopped, hurt spreading in your body. Bakugou wasn't coming to the appointments on purpose, avoiding you, trying to get rid of you.

Were you really that hard to deal with? He couldn't take it not even for a week? You thought about the chats you had and how much you laughed when you were near him, and your chest tightened. Maybe you just were talking too much. Or maybe, he just didn't want to deal with a girl who was afraid of needles.

You let Kirishima lead you to his office, trying not to look at the man that you just turned you back to.

Even though you avoided looking at him, Bakugou could see how hurt you were in your eyes. And as he watched you walk with Kirishima, concealing how afraid you were and how much your knees were shaking, he felt like the asshole everyone told him he was.

***

Bakugou went to Kirishima's office the second you left. "How was she?"

Kirishima sighed, taking a sip from his coffee as he watched his angry friend with curious eyes. "I don't know, man. It was just weird." Bakugou's eyes widened, his hand anxiously running through his hair. "What the fuck does that even mean, shitty-hair?!" Bakugou felt like he was going to punch his red-headed friend if he didn't give him straight answers now. And obviously, Kirishima was aware too.

"Woah, chill down. Why do you even care, Bakubro? Never saw you so interested in any of your patients." Bakugou gritted his teeth. It was true he never really cared for his patients, nothing else than their health. But it was different with you, he cared about you, and everything about you.

"Just answer the damn question already." Said Bakugou gruffly, avoiding to answer his question.

Kirishima shrugged. "It was weird." He repeated. "Yesterday she was crying, at one point she begged me not to do it. I don't think she's scared of the needle hurting him but more like the needle itself." Bakugou knew all of this, and he was going to punch him in the guts if Kirishima didn't get straight to the point. "But today she was silent."

Silent? He had never seen you silent.

"She was like a- a statue. Didn't even flinch when I stuck the needle in her, didn't cry, or said a word. She was just looking at the needle and my hand, genuinely terrified. I felt like I was stabbing her or something." Kirishima recalled the memory, and a chill went through him.

Bakugou wasn't very different either. Thinking you like that broke his heart. He could understand you crying, and he would still be mad at himself for letting you cry, but what Kirishima told him was something else. It almost made him afraid.

"Anyways, I don't know man, tomorrow's the last day anyway."

"Yeah." Bakugou mumbled as he tried to forget what Kirishima just told him.

***

Bakugou couldn't get the image of you frozen with fear out of his mind the whole day. He buried himself in his work, still not able to think about anything else but you.

He went home, exhausted.

He took a shower and ate something when he saw the book you had left for him to read laying on his dining table. Ignoring the tightening in his chest, he picked the book up, and he realized the book was the only thing that could make him stop thinking of you, even just for a second.

And as he read, nonstop, he could swear the trees he saw from his window were watching him, making him feel a little creeped out.

Hell, maybe trees at night were creepy after all.

Day 7

Bakugou was having a bad day.

First of all, he had read your favorite book the whole night, not getting any sleep whatsoever. He wasn't the type of man to stay up till night, he never liked to do so either, but he did just that. No cup of coffee was helping him either.

What was bothering him, though, was that you just wouldn't show up. It was almost the end of his lunch break, and you still weren't anywhere to be seen. He knew that because he had been asking the receptionist about you every 5 seconds for the last hour or so.

He sighed as he finished the last sentence of the last chapter, of the book he was so caught up on, and as on cue, you went in the doors as he closed the book.

Bakugou felt anxiety doubling the beating of his heart as he saw you talking to the receptionist. He started to walk to you, replaying the speech he had decided on the day before to talk to you. But as you lifted your head and your gaze found his, he forgot everything that was on his mind.

And awkward silence sneaked in between you both as he towered over you. "Uh, hey," Bakugou mumbled.

"Hey." You said. "Umm, where is doctor Kirishima?" Ouch, Bakugou thought. He knew you didn't do it on purpose but it hurt anyway. "He won't be with you today," Bakugou told you, you didn't know why he looked so tired today, but how did he still look so damn handsome? "I will."

Your eyes widened as you understood what he said relief and anxiety washing over you at the same time.

You didn't trust your voice to say anything, so you just nodded.

As you sat in his office, awkwardly tapping your fingers according to a rhythm, you didn't know he was trying to gather up the courage to apologize. You didn't even mean to come in today, but you just didn't want him to see you as a coward, even more so. So you anxiously eyed the room when your eyes found the book you had left. He saw you looking at your book that was on his desk, and he smiled. "I finished the book."

"Does that mean I can have it back now?" You asked, making him grimace. He expected you to shower him with questions, to talk about it, to hear your voice... but apparently not.

"Yeah- yeah sure." You took the book back, holding it so hard, your knuckles turned white.

Bakugou sighed. "I missed you, you know."

Your heart started to beat so fast you were glad you were at a hospital. "Well, that isn't my fault." Bakugou didn't want to, but he smiled nonetheless. "No, it's not, it was me being an asshole."

"Right." You answered cynically, earning an angry look from the explosive guy.

"And I thought it was... for the best." He went on.

"Oh, of course, what else could it be?" You just couldn't seem to hold your tongue back today, and he was aware of that too.

"Can you not make this any harder?" He finally said gruffly. "I'm trying to fucking say that I'm-" his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying, that he was apologizing. But for the first time in his life, it didn't feel necessarily wrong.

"That I'm sorry."

You didn't need him to explain why he did what right now, just hearing that he was sorry was enough for you, so you smiled. "It really hurt, you know?" You told him as he started to walk towards you.

"I know." He answered, "and I'm fucking sorry." His hands held your arms as if he was about to pull you into a tight hug. But it wasn't necessarily a hug he was pulling you into. "But I can make it up to you." He whispered as he leaned in.

"And how are you going to do that?" You asked, but those were the last words you said before feeling the soft lips pressing on yours.

Your hands went to his hair almost instinctively, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt how damn soft they were.

***

"Remember that bagel promise we had? We could either do that or I could keep kissing you." He told you, smirking when he realized how breathless you were.

"But what about the..." your voice trailed off when you noticed the small band-aid on your arm. "When did you even do this?!"

Change

a/n: this is a lil brain dump bcs I've been really inactive lately, sorry!! I wrote it in one sitting and I dint really know how I feel about it but yeah

warnings: toxic relationship i think? But its resolved in the end. Angst, miscommunication, anger management issues, conflict, break-up, but as I said, resolved in the end.

honorable mentions: female reader, 1.9k words, not proofread

Katsuki Bakugou.

Many might think he's an open book, a simple, hotheaded boy with anger management issues. He doesn't know any feelings other than anger. He can't understand others' emotions, doesn't care. 

They were right about him being bad at controlling his emotions, but everything else was false. Bakugou had never been a simple person, and it was rare he met someone who truly understood him. You, for instance, were the only one that had come as close to understanding him, but no one could ever understand someone fully, could they?

Still, ever since he had met you, Bakugou was trying to change, or he liked to think he did. You did, too. 

You tried to ignore those times it became apparent that he couldn't, didn't, wouldn't. As much as Bakugou tried to prove to you that he was giving it his best to try and change, there were times that proved it incompetent, not enough, and even a lie.

But you always did your best to forget, suppress the thoughts. It was near impossible not to when Bakugou came back to you, an apology hanging from his lips -although never spoken-, warm hands pulling you to him for a hug. 

He's trying to change, you repeat to yourself. He's trying to change.

You think of the last fight you had and shiver as he lies on you, eyes droopy with sleep, nuzzling his face to your neck as you rub soothing circles on his back. The way his back rises and falls steadily makes you smile. 

It was gradually getting worse, the fights. 

As the months passed and exams approached, Bakugou became even more jittery. You felt your heart sink as you remembered his spitting words, "you're not even in the hero course! How would you fucking know how I feel?" But you did. You knew your boyfriend far too well, and even though you weren't experiencing it firsthand, you could see how stressful it was for him.

"Stop fucking babying me!" He had shouted when you tried to approach him, to get him to calm down. "Can't you see I'm trying to change? I'm doing all of this for you, and you keep asking for more- I-I'm doing it for you, okay? I'm trying to become better, so stop asking for more!" 

You weren't asking for more, that, you wanted to say. You were trying to-to help.

"I don't want you to do this for me, if all the reason you're changing is for me, stop! I want you to change for yourself, not for me!"

That was unfair, how he was looking at you like he hated you, like he wanted you to disappear.

It's okay, you tell yourself. Katsu's with me now, in my arms, calm, promised me he would try to get better. 

And he did, too. He always did. After a fight, Bakugou became the kindest person you knew, treating you like fragile glass, showing you love in his way. And it always led you to think. This is it. No need to worry anymore, you tell yourself when he kisses you softly, oh, so- so softly that you're sure there's no way this man that's holding you like this would ever hurt you ever again. Never. 

That never is never longer than a few days, though. 

In a few days' time, he- Katsuki forgets. The spite comes back, the snarky comments fitted in his sentences, the slight anger in his eyes. Why is he so angry? That, you can never tell. He's furious with you all the time, even when he himself doesn't know it.

"Katsuki?" You whisper meekly, and his eyes flutter sleepily. "Do you love me?"

Yes, he wants to say, I love you more than I love myself. But it's a soft grunt you get as an answer. 

It's okay, though, since you understand it well.

~

"Tell that extra to bring my shit back." It's a gruff sentence voiced with a fury that tears you away from your thoughts. 

For a second, your heart leaps. It's Katsuki! But the feeling sinks quickly. "It's Bakugou to you." You remember when he told you that, you remember too well the way he spitted the words as if he had spitted them on your face, a lump appearing in your throat quickly. He's not talking to you, rather about you, and it stings even more. You're the extra now, an extra that has his belongings in their room and nothing else, and he can't even tell you to bring them himself. Kirishima does it for him.

A half a bottle of his perfume that was never successful at suppressing his sweet smell. 

A sweatshirt of his that he knew was your favorite. 

A pair of socks, pencils and some other pieces of clothing, the usual. 

A full, newly-bought bottle of his shampoo.

For some reason, that last one hurts more than anything else. It's not the shampoo itself, rather the fact that it's new, that Bakugou bought it just a few days ago when breaking up was never a thought. 

Why did you break-up? It's very complicated. So complicated that you don't know it yourself. But you do know that he's angrier than ever, with you even more, for some fucking reason. He can't stand the sight of you, you know, he knows, too.

Bakugou himself doesn't know why he's so angry at you. He was the one who broke up, so what gives him the right to feel like this? Why do his hands clench into fists with the sight of you? His heart beating twice as fast with fury, head dizzy, his teeth clench, he can't breathe, a tightness heavying on his chest. With anger, he repeats. All these feelings are because he's so angry with you. 

The day you knock on his door, a soft thump audible from the other side of the door, Bakugou knows you brought back the box of his belongings, and he wants nothing more than to open the door and pull you in. But what is he going to do after that? He doesn't know. All he does know is that the lump in the back of his throat is because he's holding back angry shouts. His eyes are stinging with tears that are caused by anger. There is a feeling boiling in the pit of his stomach that makes him feel sick, but it must be fury.

Why did you leave it to the door? Couldn't you have waited for him to open it and look at you for once? Do you hate him that much? 

You have the right, too. 

~

Bakugou hates to see you cry. 

It's so annoying, he decides one day, as he catches a glimpse of you crying in your friend's arms, hugging them, telling them how much you missed Bakugou as they rub circles on your back. 

"He never deserved you, anyway." He hears them say. It makes you cry even more.

Seeing you cry always makes him feel angry, Bakugou decides. 

~

The way he discovers the reason for his anger is in a rather sick way.

All it takes is for him to see you laugh. 

It's spring, the winter you broke up is over, the feelings aren't, though. 

You're laughing, and you look so pretty under the tree, body swiftly shaking with laughter that doesn't seem to end.

Bakugou knows you like spring, and he notices it's been more than a winter since he last saw you laughing like this. Even before you broke up, he realizes you hadn't been laughing as you did now. That realization stings. You always laughed, smiled when you were with him, but it had a tinge of bitterness that never seemed to go away.

For the first time, it doesn't anger him, but it hurts. 

Somewhere inside, Bakugou had always been able to sense your bitter melancholy. It's a feeling you felt even when you were the happiest, but he just hadn't realized it. Like pieces of a puzzle, every other realization starts dawning on him too. 

He was angry at you because you always made him feel like he could never make you happy. All he could do was make you cry, you cried and cried, whenever you were with him, and it made him feel so frustrated- he hated it, he hated, hatedhatedhatedhatesyou.

But it wasn't you, it was never you Bakugou was angry with, but it was Bakugou himself. 

Bakugou hates himself for never being able to make you happy.

Bakugou was never angry at you, he realizes. He was heartbroken. All those times he thought it was fury he felt when he saw you- 

People think Bakugou doesn't feel anything other than anger. 

They're wrong. 

Bakugou feels many other things than anger, but he doesn't know how to differentiate them. 

~

The next time you meet, there are two changes you realize about each other. 

It's a cold night, another sleepless one you let yourself feel everything you suppress during the day. You don't expect to hear footsteps approaching you, it's the dead of the night and very cold, but you freeze when you take note of the sweet smell the sound brought with it.

You can't speak, do anything other than raising your eyes that are wet with tears to see if it really is the owner of your heart.

"We need to talk."

You don't want to, but you missed his voice more than you thought, that you're unable to leave. 

But it's the moment your eyes meet with his blood-red ones that you realize why he's here. For the first time in a long while, there isn't a trace of anger in Bakugou's eyes. 

He looks sorry, and that night is the first time you hear him apologize to you. 

Despite how much he wishes it was, this apology isn't the last.

Bakugou is flawed. He will and does make you cry, maybe more than anyone else. He knows it, and you do too. But love is a strange thing, and it took him years to realize that you would rather cry your heart out than be without him.

So this time, when he takes you between his arms and lets you cry, two things have changed since the last time you both were in this position. 

1: You noticed that this wasn't going to be the last time you cried because of Bakugou.

Throughout your relationship, you hoped, prayed that fight you had was going to stay the last, it never was. This way of thinking was flawed, damaging the relationship as much as the fights did. Bakugou could feel your growing sadness, dissatisfaction, fear that you were going to fight at every smallest disagreement you had, and they did nothing but make him angry, turning the conflict into a full-blown fight.

2: Bakugou wants to change. And not for you, but himself. 

He wants to be a better person. He always did, but it was only because you asked him to. He wanted to be better for you, and it was the only thing he could think of whenever you told him he had to change. Its pressuring, made him insecure, made him feel like anything he did was never enough. But this time, right then as he envelopes you and pulls you into his embrace, Bakugou wants to be a better person. Not for you, not for anyone else. He just wants to be better, and he will start here. 

Doesn’t Hurt

bnha Warnings: Light Angst, emotionally abusive relationship Bakugo and Y/N have been dating for three months, and y/n is completely devoted to her boyfriend, but it’s difficult to keep a healthy relationship with someone who only yells at her in public. Y/n’s the sweetheart of 1A, so it comes to no surprise that she gets along with everyone. But, all good things must come to end, and people can only give so much without getting anything in return.

Part 2 is out!

 Y/N smiled as she walked into class 1A, and she was quickly greeted by her cheerful friends who came rushing to meet her halfway.

“Morning y/n!” Uraraka said, a cheerful smile lighting up her face as her eyes closed. 

“Morning l/n,” Iida greeted, no matter how hard she tried, she could never get him to call her by her first name. 

“Good Morning Uraraka! Morning Iida, and Morning Izu!” Y/N smiled at them all, as they migrated to her seat. Izuku smiled and greeted her back seconds before the bell rang. She hadn’t had the chance to talk to Katsuki, and Y/N knew he wasn’t gonna be too happy.

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By the time lunch came around, everyone was famished. People raced to the cafeteria, but y/n was always one of the last people to leave the classroom, as she slowly packed up all of her belongings. Though her classmates left their pens on their desks, she preferred to pack the multi-colored writing utensils into her pencil-pouch before leaving.

A loud huff came from above her, causing her to look up out of pure confusion. “Katsu? What’s up, I was gonna meet you at our table,” she explained as she grabbed her phone and her packed lunch. 

Katsuki looked around the class, and he saw two or three other people. He turned back with a glare and all but spat at her, saying “You’re so slow, you’re not good at anything. Hurry up so we can get to lunch, your locker is gonna slow us down even longer,” 

Y/n nodded in understanding and smiled at him saying, “Why don’t you go ahead of me? I’ll be right behind you after I go to my locker, don’t want you to get stuck with a cold lunch!” She smiled sweetly at her boyfriend. 

He smiled back at her after making sure none of the classmates could see his face. He left the room, leaving y/n with Iida, Yaoyorozu, Izuku, and Kirishima. Y/n and Izuku grew up together, and she quickly became friends with Iida by the third day of school, and Kirishima was the only other person Bakugo would willingly inconvenience himself for. 

She was just about to leave the room when Yaoyorozu stopped her. “Hey L/N, why do you let Bakugo treat you like that? I can’t believe you guys are dating when he treats you so awfully!”

Y/N was well aware that her friends were just concerned about her, but she didn’t worry. “Katsu treats me perfectly Momo,” Y/n smiled, “he’s just embarrassed to be affectionate in public, so people don’t see the sweet side of him that I do!” 

The others knew that they wouldn’t be able to do anything without y/n telling them she wants to break up with him, so they bit their tongues. No matter how much they disliked it, they were just going to have to let her make this mistake for herself. 

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“Hey Deku, you grew up with (Y/N), right?” Uraraka asked, leaning over their lunch table.

“Yeah, I did! Why do you ask?” He smiled brightly at the memories but tilted his head in question.

“That's right! Midoriya would know more about Bakugo and (L/N) than anyone!” Iida shouted, obviously very excited about this ‘discovery’. 

“I mean, I-I guess I know Ka-chan pretty well, and me and (Y/N/N) did spend the majority of our lives living next door to each other. Why is that important now though?”

“Well, it’s just...” Uraraka scratched the back of her neck and looked away, “I was just wondering if Bakugo actually does treat her right? She’s just so sweet, and I only ever hear Bakugo yelling at her... Is that normal?”

Midoriya thought back to when they were children, back before any of them had quirks. There was never an obvious hierarchy in the group until quirks were added, so they all loved to hang out with each other. Y/N and Midoriya often spent the night at each other's houses, and Bakugo would- more likely than not- join in with no convincing. 

Back then, Bakugo was a lot nicer. He didn’t pick on anyone, and they all got along really nicely. Y/N received her quirk first.  It wasn’t originally what she thought it was. When she first showed her quirk, everyone thought it was a creation quirk, as she could make any object she wanted to appear before her, even though it would disappear moments later back then. 

Then, after she sent everyone into a heart attack when she turned her skin a light pink and had angel wings, the quickly corrected it, describing it as the ability to make her fantasies a reality. It was a very powerful quirk, and no one knew her limit when they were so young.

Everyone at school was impressed by her, which caused their little three-person group to gain plenty of attention, much to everyone's dismay- minus Bakugo. And then Bakugo got his quirk, which people were also impressed with. This left Izuku, the runt of the litter, with the expectations of everyone in the class to dazzle them with his quirk.

That didn’t happen until high school, but it never really bothered him. Y/N didn’t change at all when she got her quirk, but Bakugo was always easily prideful. 

Izuku remembered when they first started dating. It wasn’t much of an adjustment for him, they had always been this close, but now Ka-chan had a real reason to be possessive over their mutual friend- but that never stopped them from having sleepovers!

He can’t remember a time where he was affectionate in public per se, but he has seen them in the comfort of their homes, so he knows that they really do care for each other. 

“I wouldn’t worry Uraraka-chan! They really do like each other, and Bakugo’s a lot nicer when she’s around!”

His friend was less than convinces, but she mumbled an okay, and she went back to eating.

“Why do you care so much about their relationship?” Shoto asked, putting down his chopsticks.

“It’s just-” she huffed and tidied up her eating space, “I hate seeing how he treats Y/n-chan! She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, and he doesn’t respect her!”

A soft silence spread around the table, as they all realized how weird the two really were with each other. Was it abusive if it didn’t mean anything to her? Could this even be classified as an abusive relationship? Had they ever talked about how his words affected her? Did they? They all had so many questions, but they knew it was unlikely for them to get any answers unless the pair broke up, and a heartbroken Bakguo could break their bones, while a heart0broken Y/N would break their hearts.

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It wasn’t the first time y/n had heard of people's concerns or their questions. She was used to the stairs, she was used to Bakugo's personality, she was used to the questions they asked her- but she would never be used to people's looks of pity as they talked about her behind her back.

It crushed her spirits that they would ever get better. Y/N often wondered if Bakugo would get more comfortable with the thought of them being together in public, but they were in high school now, and it did hurt that she couldn’t even hold his hand in front of a stranger in the halls, or on the street where no one was looking. 

It hurt that he only spoke to her in harch tones and pointed words, and it definitely bruised her ego when he would insult her over everything she did. She knew it wasn’t personal, he grew up in a loud household where this was normal, and she grew alongside him. She knew it shouldn’t bother her as much as its dose because she knows he doesn’t mean it. But then, why does it feel like she just swallowed a large pill that was sitting in the base of her neck, resilient and unwilling to move. 

Her face had fallen after she was alone in the hallway. She knew Bakugo would come looking for her if she took to long, he honestly does worry. That’s why she doesn’t have the heart to break it off- because they love each other. 

She took a deep breath in, and she practiced her smile before re-entering the cafeteria. She smiled at her classmates as she passed their lunch tables, and she waved to those who called out to her. 

She finally made it to Bakugo’s table, and she took her spot between Kirishima and Bakugo, where she greeted everyone. Katsuki enveloped her into his side as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, obviously, he sensed something was upsetting her. He knew better than to question her about it in public, she was a very private person, or so he led himself to believe.

She was silently hoping he would voice his opinions, that he would show the table that he noticed she was upset- she knew he saw her sadness, so why not fix it? That though pooled in her stomach when Bakugo felt the need to release her, feeling like he was holding her for too long. It was like a twist to the knife.

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Lunch had flown by, and so had classes. English with Mr. Yamada was finishing up, and y/n was thinking about Bakugo. Even after lunch, he only spoke to her in snarky remarks that hid their true meaning, he didn’t ask for her opinion, but he did voice what he thought she would think.

The class all noticed Y/n’s not-smile, and it was a safe bet that they all flinched when they saw. Y/n was all on her own for the last half of the day, until the final bell rang. 

Bakugo had once again ‘left her to fend for herself’ while he was really standing right outside of the class pretending to be distracted by his phone. He felt the abundance of glares being sent his way, it made him feel wrong- almost dirty. He stood there until there were only around five people in the class, including the teacher who was also paying close attention to the only conversation happening in the room.

“Y/N-chan, you know we only want to help, right?” Yaoyaroza asked, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.  

“I know Momo-chan, but there really isn’t a problem!” Y/N smiled brightly, more like she was trying to convince herself more so than the others.

Uraraka sighed and opened her mouth, “You really shouldn’t have to put up with that!”

Tsu was quick to agree, as she added on with “What he’s saying must hurt! I know if it were me he was saying those things to it would tear me down more and more!”

“Like he was stabbing the same wound repeatedly,” Jiro continued while nodding in understanding.

“It must bother you, right Y/n-san?” Toru added, speaking up for the first time.

Y/N stood up with them, and she put her backpack over her arms. She smiled as bright as she could, even though her glands had betrayed her and she started to cry.

“Thank you all for worrying!” Her voice broke as she talked, and she was enveloped in a cold bitter-truth, like Bakugo’s arms. “I know it must bother you to hear him yelling all the time, and I’ll see what I can do to make him lower the volume, but you all really need to stop worrying about me,” she reassured, rubbing Uraraka’s arm as she started to walk towards the door.

 Maybe if she told herself that enough times, she might end up believing it, and it might become the truth. She turned around with that painfull smile, and with tears in her closed eyes she told them one last lie, “It really doesn’t hurt!”