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# - 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒/𝐎

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 : this was so much fun to write!! Thank you so much for the request nonnie! ♡

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Everyone always wonders how you both got together

Loud and (usually) angry Bakugo with a shy and quiet s/o? How’d that happen?

It was simply really,

You would’ve caught his attention by simply sitting in the corner of the classroom minding your own business

Everyone else in the classroom is loud and annoying while you’re just trying to get through the day unnoticed

He would start lightly picking on you like throwing paper airplanes at your head, poke your side or hold your books above your head so he can watch you struggle to reach them with a small grin on his face

He wouldn’t really understand that he’s developed a crush on you for a good while though…

At first you thought he was (kinda) bullying you but you’d notice the difference between him ‘picking’ on you over the others

He’d literally scream and threaten to blow them up if they don’t shut up but when it came to you he’d lower his voice and do simple things to grab your attention

He’d eventually calm down on the ‘picking’ and would actually start socialising with you

It would take Bakugo a few months to realise his feelings but when he does he’d be unusually nervous around you

You wrap your arms around him? He’s blushing. You ruffle his hair? He’s mixing up his words. You so much as brush an eyelash off his cheek and he’s having an internal melt down

It would get to the point of someone (more than likely Kirishima) who jokes that you two act like a couple when Bakugo’s answer would be, “might as well be”

But his official way of asking you out would be in the middle of a conversation:

Sitting in the far booth of the diner, you and Bakugo had spent hours talking as he picked at your fries when he leans across the table to wipe something from the corner of your lips. "Kats," you say in a small voice, "you cant do that, only couples do that!" He stares at you blankly before asking “do you want to?”. Your eyebrows knit together as you reply with confusion "want to what?". His response is simple yet nonetheless shocking as he leans back into his seat, arms crossed over his chest; “Date” you nearly spat your drink out at this, spluttering for a reply, “what? Well-uhm, I mean-us? I suppose so-” “then it’s sorted. We’re a couple”

Expect Kirishima’s response being “finally, ‘bout time you asked them out”

Bakugo was 👌 close to blowing him up

Everyone would be surprised at how quiet and calm he is when you’re around

He could be throwing a complete fit at any time, anywhere but when you walk in? He’d zip his mouth real fast

Mina once walked into class early only to find you both cuddled up in the back with your legs on his lap, while you both watched something on your phone

She took a sneaky photo and sent it to you. You didn’t even need to look back at Bakugo to know he was red in the face.

He’s also very protective of you

A lot of people presume you’re weak since you’re so quiet which results in you getting picked on quite often;

Name calling you in the halls, pencil’s thrown at you in class or just simply spreading rumours and/or gossip around school

But when your boyfriend finds out?

It’s safe to say they won’t be bothering you anymore, not while they sport a fresh cast at least.

Expect to be paired with Bakuko for practice every single time so he can specifically watch over you and make sure no one will injure you too badly.

If you don’t have class with Bakugo expect to find him waiting for you outside your classroom so he can walk you to your next class 😌

And you best know that he’s saving you a seat if you get to class late and will practically growl at anyone who comes close.

He’ll always deny that he likes the affection you show him but will (not so) discreetly give you things that remind him of you or will get that thing you wanted just so you can pepper his face in kisses.

And don’t bring up the fact that he keeps your hair ties and the lipgloss you forgot in his bag because he’ll deny that too <3

I can imagine you just minding your own business at your locker when he drags himself towards you and leans his head on top of yours just cause 🤷🏻‍♀️

Bakugo would just be an all-round perfect bf 😩

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : bumping into (what you thought was) your enemy on a winters morning, you realise he isn’t so much of the annoying boy you once thought he was. bakugo just wants you to know how deeply he feels for you, chasing that hug that was ripped so viciously away from him

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : slight angst to fluff??

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 2k

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : i put this off for so long… (this is actually kinda pointless)

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I bundled myself up in my winter coat — the same old grey one my mother had bought me years prior, slowly falling apart yet still thick and warm. I hadn’t walked a block before I felt the chill of an impending snowstorm settling around my shoulders like a blanket; but undaunted by what lies ahead on this brisk morning walk towards the school building, I gathered up the courage to continue. There's something special about stepping out into nature after all - no matter what conditions lay ahead.

The cold morning air numbed my nose as the icy breath of winter settled upon the landscape. It was colder than usual, prompting me to draw my coat tightly around myself in an effort to contain my body's warmth. The trees were beautiful that day, with no green leaves in sight—just a blanket of fresh white snow dancing by way of a glimmering light between them and reflected off the frozen-over lake where a few daring children slid across its surface like seals on ice.

There was something indefinable in the crisp air and soft light of this morning that made me feel more alive. Everywhere around, colors shone in a sharper hue than usual, and birdsong sang through the trees with a special clarity. I half-closed my eyes and breathed it all in - cinnamon spice from somewhere nearby mingling with the smoky scent of woodfires out on nearby stalls; remembering shared Christmases back home surrounded by family laughter; wondering what they'd be doing right now.

I had been living in Japan not too long and was attending the prestigious U.A High School, where heroes came to refine their abilities and skills. But despite my best efforts, there was one boy who seemed to have a problem with me; he always picked on me for no reason other than maybe his own insecurity or jealousy of my growing reputation as a powerful hero. His taunts were unrelenting and every time I encountered him it felt like an assault from the inside out – I could let myself be thrown off balance by his words or strive to take back control of what he thought would break me down.

You were well aware of Bakugo's temper, which could sometimes spiral into an eruption of unchecked anger. But the most incredible thing about him was his restraint. Despite this misdirected fury, you never saw Bakugo direct it at anyone in particular — not even you who he had made a habit of singling out for years previously. It seemed that though his voice rose to a deafening pitch and those flares of emotion coursed through him like electricity, they somehow remained safely contained until they could eventually be dissipated in harmless fizzles and scowls against the wall or table instead aimed at any living soul.

Bakugo was a raging storm in human form, his temper quick to flare and his voice booming even when he wasn't speaking. His words were always tinted with anger or annoyance whenever you had the misfortune of being within earshot. You would frequently find yourself watching him from afar, holding your breath as if bracing for some kind of ripple effect akin to dropping a pebble in still water - any attempt at conversation instantly dissipated like dust in the wind no matter how innocent it seemed and although you never really liked him, there was an air of resignation that surrounded both your interactions; one born out of desperation and necessity rather than out of desire.

Still, something was different this time as he looked at you with a newfound emotion, like he had just caught a dazzling vision come to life outside the barriers that both societies had seemingly placed between you. His words were more gentle now and even in the cold winter air around you felt an unrestrained warmth; one that rapidly began to thaw your heart and have it beat with a foreign feeling you had never experienced before.

Bakugo stood before me like a soldier at rest – tall and proud, but still uncertain. His breath was visible in the cold winter air as he exhaled heavily. He wore his usual confidence on top of an otherwise unreadable face, clad in a fluffy navy bobble hat, the kind with woolen pom-poms and a soft foldover band. His signature orange winter coat was cut and draped around him like an ancient cape; two large buttons on either side kept it secured against his body. His feet were sheathed in high black Doc Martens - thick leather uppers, heavy rubber soles – which gave him both stability and protection from whatever might threaten below.

Tension emanated from him and his eyes flickered with nervous energy as he shifted from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say or do next. Despite this display of uncertainty I could feel how strong he was beneath it all; a force too powerful for any mere words or actions by himself alone to suppress.

The same could be said of me, though I was more shy and introverted compared to him. A soft pink scarf hung from my end, complimenting my skin and my hair situated in an intricate updo. I drew strength from his presence, becoming bolder as he shifted from one foot to the other.

He gestured with his outstretched hand, the metal of my house keys glinting in the morning light. "You dropped this, dumbass" he said softly. I looked down to see my own keychain lying in his open palm, each individual key jutting upwards like a tiny hill.

“Oh, thank you Bakugo” I gave a grateful smile and reached out my gloved hand for my keys but before I could take them back, Bakugo's fingers closed around them, drawing them closer to his chest - holding them captive. My gaze shifted to his face where a frown had planted itself across the brows of his deep eyes, “why do you always call me that?”

I gazed up at him, noting the pensive expression that had come across his face. It was clear to me this bothered him - why wouldn't I call him Bakugo? I had no reason to call him anything else nor did I want to. But instead of words, all that came out of my mouth was an uncertain "Sorry?"

His frustration had reached its boiling point. He gritted his teeth, his hands balling into fists at his sides as the words left his lips - “you always call me Bakugo. Why?” His expression changed from one of anger to something sadder and more lost, as if he wanted desperately for someone to understand why he felt so frustrated all the time. His arms dropped limply down by his side in a gesture of helplessness and despair before finally turning away from me, instead glaring at the snow covered ground.

He moved forward slowly, his feet grinding out a path in the crisp white snow with each step. His winter coat was like a beacon amidst all the greys and whites of our silent surroundings; marking his presence for me to follow as I kept my distance behind him.

The surrounding trees were frozen and still, their icy frosted leaves reminding me of childhood winters when I stayed up late searching between constellations in night skies trying to find warmth amongst celestial forms. Breaking through our shared silence he muttered something under his breath that seemed small yet profound enough that it urged me closer towards him than ever before without us having said a word.

“‘m sorry”

I abruptly halted my steps, and heard Bakugo follow suit a few feet in front of me. My head spun around to face him, and I uttered in disbelief: “You’re sorry?” The sarcasm of my voice was thick enough to choke on, a scathing undertone only barely contained by its edge of seething contempt. “Do you know what exactly it is that you’re apologising for? Or is this simply another one of your feeble attempts at humour?"

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably in his spot, clearly not used to having to deal with these sorts of feelings - let alone apologise for them. His words were stilted and clumsy as he tried to express himself, "I’m a dick I know, but I don’t mean to be-"

Bakugo cut himself off as soon as he noticed the deadpan look on my face. His mouth quirked downwards into a frown and his eyes darted away from mine. He began to fidget, it was clear he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself in this uncomfortable moment.

He cleared his throat before speaking again, almost uncertainly at first. "I mean... I was aware of what I was doing, and I know you don't exactly like me," His voice was low now; slightly embarrassed by the admission of knowing our strained relationship for too long had been unrequited on both our parts.

"I can't help it," he continued, lifting his gaze back up towards mine. "You're just so... nice" He said the last bit softly, almost as if he were telling me a secret and didn't want anyone else to hear it. I felt my cheeks flush at the sudden compliment and found myself wanting to say something back, but I couldn't think of anything suitable.

I stared up at him as the words spilled out of his mouth, my brows furrowed in confusion, “You get along with everyone and it pisses me off” His voice was laced with frustration and anger, “the stares you get and the way people just find it so easy to approach you - it really fucking pisses me off”

Bakugo held his hands tightly in front of him, his eyes wild and bright with fury. His clenched fists trembled while he spoke, each word coming harder than the last. "And I'm over here thinking over what to say to you every fucking morning," he ranted, "every fucking morning while you greet everyone else in that damn class except for me!"

As the words left him like arrows flying from a bowstring, so did all of his remaining fight. He hung limply between them both; drained by what had just flown from his mouth as if a heavy veil had been lifted revealing something underneath too vulnerable and raw for him to handle.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out why he was so angered by something that had nothing to do with either one of us - why would I greet someone who’d snarl at me either way?

“Remember valentines? Those stupid flowers you got on your desk?”Of course I did, how could I not? It was the first time anyone got me anything remotely thoughtful. “I spent two fucking hours picking them out, for some stupid fucking meaning that got half-and-half a hug - he stole my hug!”

The words hit me like a slap across the face. I would've laughed at the pout on his face if it weren't for the sheer seriousness lacing his voice. He spoke of these small tokens of love with such wistfulness - as though he had been robbed of some deep, passionate feeling that those little flowers held within them.

His unchecked rage and emotions were evident on his features as if someone had given him back an empty box after holding out their hands for something valuable, something precious; his stolen hug.

Bakugo had tried to mask his handwriting without realising how similar it was to Shoto’s…

All this time I had thought it was Shoto who had given me those beautiful pink tulips tied with a delicate white laced bow. The sheer joy and amazement that filled my heart when I saw them sitting on my desk nearly made me squeal in delight. Without thinking, I ran over to where Shoto was standing and wrapped him in an enthusiastic hug only to now realize months later that it was Bakugo's broken frown behind those flowers all along.

”I didn't know…”, my words dragging from me like a broken record. My voice was but a whisper, laden with the pain he must've felt all this time. Those small gestures that had gone unnoticed had meant more than I could have ever guessed; it stung to know that they'd been overlooked completely when all he wanted was for them to be seen by me - for me to understand everything without him having to say anything at all.

“That’s what hurts,” he spoke louder now, but his resolution held no heat or spite - just hurt in its purest form; acknowledgement of what hadn't been realised earlier gracing his lips as I waited to hear whatever it was lingering in his voice.

"All I ever wanted was for you to see me," he said quietly, averting my gaze and swallowing hard before continuing. "I know that none of what I did is forgivable. But all these years, I kept on hoping that maybe someday you would actually see me"

He looked up at me, an unspoken plea in his eyes. "I'm not asking for you to forgive or forget - I just wanted you to understand why I made all of those mistakes, why my life became so disordered and chaotic. All those stupid things I did to you, pulling your hair or kicking your chair - all for you to see me, ‘m sorry”

Those two words had never held so much emotion before. All those teasing moments, all the crying I had done meant nothing yet meant everything.

Closing the small distance between our feet, I hugged him with such warmth it battled his own. Bakugo was clearly shocked at first, not realising its intent would end with my arms wrapped around his middle. He remained motionless for a moment, hesitating before slowly wrapping his own muscular arms around me in an embrace that felt like a shield from the world outside our small bubble of newly found comfort.

“What did they mean?” I said, my voice muffled by his orange puffer jacket. Tilting his head to level my own he stared down at me with a confused look, “the flowers, what did they mean?”

He moved in closer and pushed back the collar of his coat to get a better look into my eyes; I could smell a slight hint of cologne on him that was sweet but faint and it made me shiver slightly in response. His lips parted as if about to speak before he suddenly paused again and ran one hand through the sandy brown tresses on top of his head

“You can’t laugh at me, ‘kay?”

Resting my chin on his chest, I stared up at him in wonder. He mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out; asking him to repeat himself, he mumbled again, this time clearer: “I care for you” Those simple words sent a flood of emotion through me that felt like a million stars lighting up my eyes – “that’s what they mean”

Had I thought I’d be here now, wrapped in the arms of the boy I swore to hate as he whispers these words to me, I would've thought I was crazy.

I felt a warmth spreading through me even though it was colder than cold outside but that didn't matter because my heart no longer held any hate for him anymore; I had let it melt away with the first touch of our embrace beneath that snow-covered sky.

“Can I have my keys back now?”

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 (2) : #3 in my 𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 / 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : originally planning to sit through hours of pain by the hands of a blond tattoo artist - who you know is very well off limits - bakugo finds a way to calm your nerves

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : aged up!characters, oral (f!receiving), doggy style + missionary, SLIGHT nipple play

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : tattoo artist!bakugo x f!reader

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“Fucking - shit!”

You'd started just after a late lunch, and the day was drawing to a close. This was your second sitting too; there was a lot of detail in this one and you'd probably be back anyway. A couple of hours was all you could handle, realistically – otherwise you'd stand up from the couch and fall straight back down again.

The first time you tentatively opened the door, you were pretty nervous. Everyone had been raving about the place, and it felt intimidating – not in a grimy way, but more like out-of-your-depth. It was so clean – spotless even – professional and artistic. There were some incredible pieces of art on the walls and retro tattoos everywhere. The other artists were hipster types with beards, rimless glasses and flesh tunnels in their ears.

This time you weren't quite so unnerved. It was busier when you returned for the second appointment, but livelier too – three or four artists working on clients, everyone talking, the artists laughing and their subjects trying not to for fear of moving.

You stood on a chair as he applied the stencil to your lower leg. You watched from high up as the blond carefully positioned it just-so, his head bowed over his work, his own tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt, creeping up his neck. He blew a lock of blond hair away from his face as he straightened, telling you to lie face down on the padded massage couch.

It hurt like hell on the back of your calf. More than the first time, when he'd worked around the side and over your shinbone. You distracted yourself with your phone, checking your Instagram account, emails- anything really. You noticed last time that he hadn't been much of a talker. You tried to engage in conversation, curious about the man who was leaving permanent marks on you and while he was perfectly polite, it seemed like he didn't want to chat.

"Smacks on that bit, huh," he'd said, as you took a break for a moment to adjust your position. You had done your best to stay still, but joked as you started that you'd have to make a real effort not to kick him in the face. After a while you had to fidget, because you had held yourself up on your elbows and were starting to tire.

"Too right," you sigh. "Ah well, it'll be worth it in the end”

He'd laughed with his colleagues but didn't seem to want to make small talk with you. As you lay back down, you glanced backward, appreciating how he looked as he concentrated on changing the needle in the tattoo gun. You went back to your phone, quickly squashing your thoughts. His girlfriend had been there, spending the last of her lunchbreak with him. And you had your own man at home. You were quite happy. Nothing wrong with appreciation though, you thought. No-

The sting on your leg made it hard to think anyway, so you looked around the room. One of the tattoo designs on the wall depicted a buxom young woman bent over a sailor's knee, taking a spanking, her heels flailing in the air. You wondered who'd drawn that one, and entertained the faint hope that it was one of yours. That you liked the idea.

The afternoon was drawing in and you'd almost finished. The other artists had completed working on their clients and all but one had disappeared for the afternoon. The read-head dude in the drainpipe jeans.

"Oi Bakugo, you almost done there?" Red-headed guy called over.

"Yeah, just some highlights and a bit of shading to go. You head off. I'll lock up”

"You sure? Thanks man. She doesn't look like the mugging-for-the-takings type," Red-head-dude grinned at you. "In fact she's been as quiet as a mouse”

"I didn't shut up first time round," you smiled back. "Nerves I guess”

"Ah, you got no reason to be nervous now though," smiled your artist. "Pro now, aren't ya? See you in the morning, dude," the man you now know as Bakugo, raised a hand in farewell to his colleague, and the bell on the door rattled as he closed it.

You laughed quietly.

"What?"

"You, taking the piss out of me. Just because it's only my second tattoo, and you're covered…”

"I wasn't!" he protested in mock horror. "Besides, these have been collected over years”

It was odd, you noticed, but as the needle burned on your skin, you felt Bakugo’s gloved fingers as he pulled the skin taut. He was gentle, but where his fingers made contact, you could feel the same burning sensation as where the needle buzzed. Like it was transferring pain. How strange that it should feel that way.

"Where'd it hurt most on you, then?" You asked, feeling a need to fill the silence of the shop.

"Hmm..." he tried to recall. "Probably the same place – or ribs, I think. That's always sore”

"It's transient though isn't it," you mused. "I'd still rather do this than be pierced. This hurts less”

Bakugo laughed. "I guess that depends on where you're pierced though. And piercing's quicker. Come on then, own up... Where?"

He was more talkative when there was no-one else around. You chuckled and dropped your head between your arms, onto the couch.

"Oh, now you're asking!"

"Ohhh... One of those, was it?"

"Yup. It's weird, sitting there fully clothed from the waist up, while someone's bending over your nether regions with a fucking great needle”

"Oh… Oh! Shit! I thought you were gonna say nipple!"

"Erm, no. I'm told that's bloody agony, although I do kinda fancy it. No, this was… well… they call it a VCH" you were pretty sure he'd know exactly where that went.

"Takes all sorts, I suppose. You don't look the type," he said.

"Is there a type..? I didn't keep it anyway. It was really annoying. What about you?"

"Oh.. um.. no. I stick to ink"

You could see that. Bakugo wore long army type pants but you could already guess that his lower legs were covered, as were his arms, and you noted that there must have been something across his shoulders at least. Still, that seemed to be par for the course – you never met a tattooist that didn't have shitloads of the damn things themselves.

"Okay.. just about done here. You did well – no wriggling. Wanna look?"

You sat up slowly. you go and look in the mirror, and decided to get moving. you dropped your feet to the floor and stood up, but it must have been too fast. Your head spun.

"Woah, easy there!" He grabbed your shoulders before you’d fallen, and you found yourself blinking up at his concerned face. You were too wobbly to trust yourself and just stayed there for a moment, half on the bench, half standing, with Bakugo supporting you. You felt like an utter twit. And you felt acutely aware of his proximity.

"Smooth huh?" You giggled weakly.

"It's okay, don't worry. It happens a lot. Even people who have had loads of tats still get cocky and overdo it”

He had strong hands. Big, and warm on your shoulders. You shook your head to clear it.

"You okay yet?" He still looked concerned. Fucking hell, you wished he wasn't touching you right now. Sure, he'd spent the last couple of hours touching you, but that was different. You were weirdly giddy. Like being slightly drunk, you thought. Your mouth ran away with you and you nodded toward the spanked girl on the wall, blurting out:

"One of yours?"

He withdrew, and looked sheepish. You eased yourself off the bench, standing on you’re own. Shaky, but standing.

"Ah. Ha.. Yeah. Yeah, that's mine”

He was rummaging in a cupboard behind the counter. You could see just a mop of spiky blonde hair, and then his eyes, as he rootled around.

"Don't normally do this but I reckon you could use it..."

He had found a small bottle of Jack and poured a slug into a disposable cup, passing it to you. With a shrug, he poured one for himself. You weren’t sure why – it wasn't like he'd got the shakes, was it? No, definitely not – his hands were as deft as ever as he covered the new tattoo, gently wiping away excess ink and blood, carefully wrapping your leg with clingfilm. You wished you were as steady.

You narrowed your eyes at Bakugo over the rim of the cup as you sipped gingerly.

"Don't give much away, do you?"

"Huh?" he was baffled.

"The… You know, the girl. So you distract me with hard liquor rather than risk me asking about her,"

Fucking hell, that'd be bravado from the whiskey, plus the close call from nearly hitting the floor. In a detached sort of way, you could imagine your sensible side looking down at your recklessness and sighing.

Bakugo bit his lip, which made something low down in your stomach twist, so you downed the rest of the booze because it seemed like a better alternative than staring at him. You’d almost forgotten the sting in your leg in favour of an ache - Yep, you thought, that kind of ache – in your nipples, and between your legs. So bloody typical, really... here you were, no makeup, ratty old jeans with one leg rolled up, socks with holes in, in front of an inexplicably attractive man who'd just spent a good couple of hours making you suffer.

You almost spat it straight back out again when you heard him say quietly "Yep... Gotta love giving a good spanking. Don't get the chance much these days, the girlfriend doesn't go in for it, but…”

Jesus, jesus, jesus. You didn't want to think about that. Didn't want to imagine being bent over his knee. Didn't want to imagine how the texture of his clothes would feel against your bare skin. Or what his hands would feel like. Oh fuck, big hands. Big, clever, rough hands. Bakugo must have seen how your skin flushed, how you licked your lips, because he stepped closer to you again. He took the plastic cup from you. You backed up, the small of your back bumping into the couch.

He followed. He was just an inch or two from you and you were sure he could see how your breathing had changed. You looked up at him.

"Shame," you murmured.

And Bakugo moved like lightning, his mouth crushing yours, one hand flying to the back of your head. You opened your mouth for him, and his tongue pushed, hard and insistent. You whimpered at the sensation of being so wanted, and he kissed you even harder than you thought possible, growling as he pushed one warm hand under your shirt, tugging roughly at the cup of your bra. He tasted of whiskey, with the slightest hint of cinnamon. His tongue was so hot it almost burned.

The couch banged up against the counter as he pushed you against it. His fingers found your nipple and twisted, hard. You squealed into his mouth and he laughed, pulling away just enough to catch a breath.

"Like that, is it? Thought so..."

You just looked at him, your swollen lips parted, breathing hard and fast. He held your gaze, his clear vermillion eyes unflinching. He was smiling, a small wry smile that spoke volumes. He knew what was happening just as well as you did.

You moved your own hands up, slowly, not daring to race. Twisted your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulled him down again, and kissed him again. Slower, at first. This was the chance you’d given him – a moment to withdraw that he'd not taken. They both knew that they shouldn't have even been in the same room alone together, not really. But it was between the two of them, now. He hadn't run for the hills. Your blood sang with the thrill of realisation; he wanted you, right now. You moved your other hand up the side of his body, enjoying the warmth of him, but now you slipped it under the waist of his shirt, to feel his patterned skin. He groaned into your mouth and his tongue slipped deeper, taking over.

His hand fell to your jeans, pressing right there between your thighs, cupping you. The heel of Bakugo’s hand was hard against your clit through the thick denim and you were breathless. Jesus fucking christ on a bike... You dared to daydream, and here it was – a fantasy from your own faithless imagination. Your mind was spinning, so close to losing all reason and functioning on instinct alone. Fuck… The smell of him!

He tore at your t-shirt, dragging it over your head, and scrabbled at your bra. 99% of men you’d ever been with were useless with these things, you mused, and yet suddenly it was on the floor with your shirt. He unbuttoned your jeans and shoved them down, then caught himself mid-action, easing them over your sore leg gently. It put his head right next to your pussy, covered only by a pair of unsexily practical plain panties. He breathed in through his nose, his eyes closed... Then looked up at you with a downright mischievous look playing over his face.

"On the bench," he directed. You hopped up, your legs swinging like a small child. He'd found one of the low rolling stools, and sat down in front of you. He pushed your knees apart. A wet spot darkened your cotton panties, and you blushed despite herself. You weren't quite sure of his intentions until the blond brandished a pair of scissors at you – and you must have looked worried half to death, because he cocked one eyebrow: "Safe hands, come on..."

Before you knew it he'd snipped the underwear away. You were exposed completely.

He dipped his face towards your pussy and breathed you in again. You leaned back on the couch, supporting yourself up on one elbow, wanting to watch his face – but automatically closing your eyes in shocked bliss as that searing hot tongue licked you from bottom to top, spreading your lips apart, giving away just how wet you were.

"Fuck," you breathed. You were incoherent – now wasn't the time for intelligent conversation.

His thumbs held you, spread wide, and he lapped at your clit, drawing it into his mouth, nipping unbelievably gently with his teeth. You shuddered. You opened your eyes and saw him watching you, and he was smiling again. He dipped back down and this time his tongue pushed into you. Your back arched and you grabbed the back of his head, hissing at the extremity of the sensation.

You were disbelieving of it. You’d never known a man to do this... to eat pussy with such clear enjoyment. The sensation was amazing – the warmth of his breath, the smooth slickness of his tongue on your hot flesh, the scrape of his barely noticeable stubble on your thighs a harsh counterpoint.

You couldn't help but push yourself against his face, wanting more, murmuring words that didn't make any sense. You yelled out as he pushed a finger into you, teasing you, knowing exactly where to touch. He added another and you gasped. You could hear yourself! Christ, you were so soaking wet that as his hand moved, your cunt made obscene noises. Worse, you loved it. He lifted his face, still finger-fucking you with three fingers now, his thumb running over your clit.

"I think you needed this, didn't ya?"

You could only groan in agreement. Oh, you definitely did, but you sure as hell hadn't expected it. Bakugo laughed that quiet, knowing little laugh again and pinched your clit with one hand, while fingering you faster with the other. You squealed and your hips lifted, wriggling as you felt an orgasm building. You were amazed – it wasn't normally so easy to make you come – and you managed to gasp out a warning just before your whole body stiffened and shook.

He dragged his fingers from your pulsing cunt and strummed your clit hard, making you wail aloud as your pussy squirted hot liquid over the bench. He exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and delight, and pushed his fingers back into you more slowly now, dragging them over the swollen lips of your pussy, spreading your juice over his hand. Your head dropped back to the bench, your chest heaving. You were spaced out and stunned – you didn't think you’d ever cum that violently before.

"Holy fuck," you murmured, more to yourself than anything. Then you realised what a mess you’d made. "Sorry! Ah shit.. Dammit..." you sat up, about to scout around for paper to clean up. He laughed at you and grabbed your arm.

"No chance, babe," he smiled wickedly. "Get over here. Right now"

Bakugo helped you stand, shakily, and led you towards the chestnut-brown buttoned chesterfield sofa that waiting clients would normally loll on. You half tumbled onto the cushions and landed, naked, staring up at him. He flung his own shirt into a corner and tugged his jeans over his hips. You stared dumbly, drinking in the sight of his lean, inked torso. The patterns, words, pictures, life stories you supposed... they carried on downwards, over his hipbones, to meet the tattoos that ran up his legs.

His cock was rock-hard and he stroked it, not taking his eyes off you.

"Get on all fours," he said. You complied, your forearms resting on the arm of the sofa. He sat slowly behind you, running his hands over your ass, grabbing it and spreading you wide. He abruptly buried his face in your pussy, tongue diving inside. He came up for air and gasped, "Fucking hell, you taste so good..."

You felt him manouvre behind you, his hands still on your ass, his thumb occasionally drifting over the pucker of your hole, and then suddenly he was inside you. His cock slid into you smoothly, opening you up, stretching your cunt, and he kept on going until you were utterly full of dick. You squealed as his cockhead nudged your sensitive cervix. He withdrew achingly slowly, letting you get used to the sensation, and then rammed himself home hard and fast.

You felt his hand twist into your hair, tugging your head upwards, and arched your back. The pain of the pull on your scalp was exquisite, ebbing and flowing as he pounded you from behind.

"That's it, babe," he murmured. You could hear the smile in his voice. "Come on, lemme hear you”

You couldn't help yourself – you were squeaking in pain each time his dick slammed into you, but you adored it. You heard the smack of skin on skin as his hips met yours, and your cunt was making deliciously obscene wet sounds.

"Please," you gasped out. "Please, please, please..."

Bakugo didn't cease his movement, groaning in pleasure. "Ah... Please what? Do you want more? Fuck, your pussy's so damn tight round my cock... Don't ask me to stop now”

"No, not stop,". you could hardly get your words straight. "I want to see..."

"Oh!" He understood you breathless gabble, and pulled himself free of your tight hole. The air felt cool on your lips and you savoured it briefly, before he pulled your hips back and helped you lie back on the couch. You looked up, wanting to watch his expression as he pushed himself back inside you.

He did so slowly, his eyes closed, long lashes brushing his cheeks, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You squeezed his cock, once, as hard as you could, using your pussy muscles to show him just how hard you could work it. His eyes flew open and it was his turn to cry out.

"Fuck, babe... Do that again and I won't last five minutes”

You met his gaze, and held it as he began to move, more slowly now. He bent forwards and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth – then released it and moved his mouth to yours, kissing you, opening you up with his tongue as he opened your cunt with his cock. You dared to tangle a hand in his hair, now, and moaned your need into his mouth.

He sat back, and pushed his thumb between your lips, wetting it, then dragged it over your clit, watching your face for a reaction. You tensed and a red flush began to creep over your chest. A faint smile played over his face and he moved faster, fucking you a little harder, massaging his thumb in circles around your stiff clit, flicking it hard and feeling your body respond.

Your eyes had drifted closed as you enjoyed the sensations, but he wasn't having that.

"Look at me," he said softly. "I want to watch your face when you cum for me”

Christ. Just those words were enough, but he sped up, moving faster and harder. You hadn't been fucked like this for a long, long time – with a lot of guys it was all over in minutes, but he was too damn good for that. His thumb pushed your clit against your pelvic bone and you screamed. Your entire body was rigid as you came, your cunt muscles bearing down hard, trying to force his cock out of you. He pushed hard and deep into you though, prolonging your agony, and true to his word he was watching your face, only pulling his cock out right at the last second – and you wailed, loud and unbelieving, as your orgasm peaked, your cunt walls squeezing tight, and again – again! At some level you marvelled – a rush of hot fluid soaked your thighs as you squirted.

You sagged backwards, breathing fast, and put an embarrassed hand to your mouth.

Bakugo tugged it away, gently, smiling wryly.

"Oh no. Not gonna have you feeling all self-conscious about that. That was... amazing”

And he slid himself inside you again. He was close to coming, so close, you could see it in the lines of tension on his face. It was your turn to encourage him.

"Come on then," you murmured. You cupped your tits with you hands, tweaking your nipples hard, offering him a target – you expected him to unload all over your chest, but he growled, grabbed your hips, and surged forwards. You looked him in the eye and was met with a piercing, almost animal stare as he roared with the release. You felt the heat of his cum deep inside, as he punctuated his final few thrusts with words.

"Holy… fucking… hell," he uttered between clenched teeth. He sat up, and swiped at a sheen of sweat on his forehead. A worried look flashed across his face and your own smile vanished – oh, god, now he'd realised what he'd done, hadn't he?

He leaned down and checked the dressing on your leg. Then raised an eyebrow at you.

"Don't look so worried, it's fine," he grinned. He unfolded himself from the sofa and started to dress, throwing your clothes over for you to do the same. It was weird, you thought, that you could expose your most private places to someone, do the filthiest things, and then only afterwards did you feel awkward.

Bakugo passed you a glass of water, which you gulped greedily at, still slightly out of breath and still slightly disbelieving. "I've… well, I have to... Get home, you know..." you blathered.

"It's okay," he said quietly. "Really. I'm not saying anything" He kissed you, softly, slow and sweet.

"Message me though, when you want to book in again. That leg piece will need a couple more hours work”

—

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

Dating Katsuki Bakugo <3

Dating Katsuki Bakugo pt.2 <3

Dating Katsuki Bakugo pt.3 <3

MASTER

Genre: Drama, Humor, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Toxicity, Manipulation

Katsuki Bakugo has only ever loved one woman, Mina Ashido. She was his best friend. She was also the first and only girlfriend he had ever had. Growing up, Bakugo wasn’t very outgoing and he could count on one hand how many friends he really had. Mina was like a breath of fresh air to him. Coaxing him out of his shell and into new things. One new thing was a poly relationship with her other childhood best friend Kirishima Eijiro. Everything was perfect, even if Katsuki felt inferior to the red headed boy.

Cue the predictable heartbreak when Mina dumps Katsuki and leaves. No explanation, no reason, just a public dumping at some fancy restaurant he can’t remember the name of. As an adult, Katsuki’s circle is even smaller than it was before, and he’s found it nearly impossible to move on.

Y/N L/N. Waitress, Chef on the rise [but mostly a waitress at some swanky place that’s ridiculously over priced], part-time student, full-time dumbass. Y/N doesn’t believe in marriage. Her parents shitty marriage proved that it was a total sham. Never staying in a relationship for longer than a few months, Y/N has rid her hands of those as well. Unfortunately for her, Izuku Midoriya refuses to see his bestie single and has taken it upon himself to get his two closest friends together. 

Too bad Bakugo is too shy to say anything and Y/N is too much of a wild card to play by the rules…but maybe they’ve each got something the other needs to give them a little push in the right direction.

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━━ [ 𝟒:𝟐𝟗 ] ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

ಌ including: k. bakugou, s. todoroki

ಌ genre: fluff

summary: how the mha boys react to your sleepy side

girls need love: summer walker

BAKUGOU

he loves it when your like this, tired slow movements and slurred words. So it was no surprise that when he saw you sluggishly entered his room his iconic smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Tired shortie?" You hummed, flopping on his soft bed. Was it always this soft? You thought, wiggling your way under his arm, wrapping it around your waist yourself. He smiled softly at the sight, watching you curl yourself up against him.

"i wan sum kimses." You mumbled into his neck, making the urge to kiss you all over even harder. Leaning down a little he pressed a kiss to your forehead then your nose, finally your lips. "Happy brat?" He asked his face deceiving his tone, which had a small smile on it. "Very." you say hooking your leg around his and your arm around his chest. "Damn koala." "You love it~"

TODOROKI

another a fan of your sleepy cuddles, only he does it too. He'll gently move whatever your doing out of the way mumble a slightly, "Sorry." Before resting his head on your lap. However when your both sleepy he'll just pick you up carry you to his bed and get in with you still in his arms. Finally laying you down beside him, with his head on your chest. "Can we stay like this sho?" You asked running your fingers through his soft locks, "Yea of course." He's not even thinking about he's rubbing his face into your boobs, he just loves the softness it brings him.

"Sweet dreams, I love you snowflake."

"I love you more sho."

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 katsuki covering your ears when your near him and, he yells at denki or mina for being dumb, or teasing him about his relationship with you. When he's done he'll uncover your ears and press a hidden kiss to your cheek, with a, "You okay sweets?" Nodding he'll give you a quick small smile, making your heart flutter his as well when you shoot a smile back at him. Before getting up to chase mina and denki for teasing him again, this time for being soft.

But in all honesty how couldn't he? You were so perfect, he had to show you how much he loved you at times. Because at others he feels like he's not being clear enough. So don't be surprised when you feel an arm wrapped around your waist randomly, or a heavy gaze on your figure. Its not katsuki being possessive. Ok maybe a little, but its also Katsuki wondering how he got so lucky..

ع｡˖⁺ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 I 𝐊.𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎

ಌ including: fluff

quality time . acts of service . words of affirmation . reciving gifts

hrs and hrs: Muni long

there you were ranting about your day into katsuki's chest, you never did once think that the blondes love language would be physical touch but then again he was soft at heart for you. "Wait a damn minute, he touched you?" You went silent, you never did like talking about the creepy co-worker. Let alone to Katsuki, since you both knew he would make that guy 'regret the day he was born.' But katsuki knew you too well and took your silence as an answer.

"Listen you tell me when this guy so much as breathes the same air as you again. I don't give two shits if I'm kicking other baddies ass. You call me, okay?" You nodded, smiling softly feeling him press a kiss to your forehead. "Anything else bothering you sweets?" He asked, this time in a softer tone. You always loved how he watched how he acted and talked with you, shaking your head snuggling it further into his chest.

"Since when did ya get so clingy hm?" He teased, as if he wasn't running his fingers through your hair. Smiling up at the blonde you smirked slightly saying, "Ever since you became so cuddly and needy for my touch." Sucking his teeth he pulled the blanket over both of you, blushing lightly feeling your hair tickling his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"I thought you wanted to watch a movie sweets." He reminded you. You shook your head against his skin, "This is better." You mumbled your eyes heavy with sleep as you wrapped your arms around his torso, "Knew it, well g'night princess." Katsuki loved how your weight full rested on him, it was the one thing that could help him fall asleep no matter the situation.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂.

ಌ including : k. bakugou x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

summary: katsuki hears your singing voice for the first time..

(lets pretend y/n sung this): UTAtoHIBIKI by: hiroyuki sawano

Minutes earlier you had texted katsuki you would be free for a movie date night, that thought must've slipped your mind wile the steam of the shower filled your bathroom. Not hearing the keys rattling in your apartments door, just singing your heart away in the shower. Not even hearing katsu call out for you, the hot water of the shower somehow soothed aches all over your body.

You hummed in content the suds of soap running down your body as you finished up, your singing filling the walls of the bathroom as you turned off the nozzel of the shower. Leaving katsuki to follow the sound of your voice, leading him to your shut bathroom door. It was as if it was a siren pulling him into the depths of the ocean, he followed without any hesitance in his steps. Then he just waited by your door for you to come out, not wanting to disturb your concert he just sat in silence listening to your silky voice fill his ears.

Soon after you stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts. Still humming the same tune to the song you were singing, not even noticing Katsuki until your cat went behind you to curl its tail around the blonde's legs. "Oh I'm sorry kats, I wasn't in there long was I?" He shook his head before asking, "Who the hell taught you to sing like that?" You giggled in embarrassment, "I uhm, I've always was able to sing like that. I guess I just never really did." You explained, before feeling katsuki grab your hand and pull you into your bedroom. "H-hey Kats? I thought we were watching the movie in the living room-" "Change of plans, besides I just want your touch right now." He stated, mumbling the last bit.

He let you settle into bed before, resting his head on your thighs. A light blush coating his cheeks, you smiled softly at his actions running your hand through his hair. The other cupping his cheek, "You shoulda told me you could sing that well dork." He mumbled, "Well I mean I didn't think you'd be interested.." You explainned trailing off, people in passing have told you your voice is nice, however it would do you and everyone some good to shut up.

You never told katsuki about this since you didn't like concerning him with personal problems, but he always did figure them out eventually. Looking up at you, he saw the pain swirling in your pupils. "Hey, listen I don't give two fucks about people think of your voice. You shouldn't ether they can fuck right off for all I care, but don't let those extras get to you. Okay?" You nodded with a soft smile, blushing as you felt him kiss the inside of your palm. You loved how katsuki took his time with you, always making sure you didn't go a day without him actively showing his love for you. Moments like these made you so happy that you enrolled at UA. "

Now what was that song you were singing in there?"

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 !

genre: fluff

summary : how night routines with katsu would go <3

ily: surf mesa ft: emilee

9:45pm

after a certian time katsuki turns both your phones off so you both can relax for the rest of the night. Without the media or news getting in the way of your night. If you had a long day Katsu will draw you a bath, using a scented bubble bath mixture to your surprise. If you ask him to join you, he'll agree without hesitation. Sitting behind you he'll hold you close to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. Rubbing his calloused hands up and down your sides before wrapping his arms around your torso, pressing occasional kisses to your neck.

sometimes sitting in silence is the best form of comfort for you both, if you fall asleep on him he'll press on last kiss to your cheek before heating up the water slightly. Then drifting off to sleep himself.

10:30pm

usually after a bath or shower, you 'll do your skincare routine. Sometimes if your too tired Katsuki will do it for you, like the sweetheart he is. Picking you up from under your thighs he'll set you on the counter, pressing a kiss to your nose before getting started. Grabbing the fluffy headband you bought not too long ago put it on you, pushing any hairs out of your face. Katsuki made sure he did every step with care, rubbing moisturizer and other products into your skin gently. Once finished he'll take the headband off before lifting you off the counter and carrying you towards the bed.

10:50-11:37pm

if your still not ready to sleep yet you'll both cuddle up under the covers telling the other about their day. Although since tsuki's sleepy voice is so soothing you end up falling asleep while he's going on about his day, once he sees you fell asleep he'll roll his eyes about to turn off the lamp light when he hears you mumble a, "Keep talkin.."

Smiling softly at you he'll turn off the light, settling back into bed pulling you close to his chest. "I'll tell ya more tomorrow sweets, get some sleep f'me." Pulling the cover over the both of you, he was about to go to sleep when he heard you whining. "Whats wrong-" "You didn't gib me my g'night kisses." He let out a chuckle rolling his eyes, "How could I forget." First kissing your forehead, your nose, both cheeks then your lips. "Better?'" You smiled happily, "Yeah, g'night katsu." You mumbled pecking him back softly, "G'night princess."

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐍 !

ಌ including : k. bakugou, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre : fluff

a/n: I haven't really made anything like this before soo here ya go <33

before I die/play no games: Ayzha

ع˖⁺. KATSUKI

ಌ wearing his shirts

its something about you wearing his shirts, the big shirt ending at your doughy thighs. Its even hotter when you wear tiny shorts under the shirt, seeing you sit down on the couch, the shorts riding up your thighs making it seem like you only have underwear on and mindlessly talk with your friends on the phone while katsuki fights the urge to take you right there and then in the living room. So don't be surprised when you see him eye fucking you across the room, if you ask him if he needs or wants something a slow smirk with creep up on his lips. "Hell yea I fuckin do, c'mere pretty girl your gonna ride my face til I say you can stop."

ع˖⁺. SHOTO

ಌ long passionate kisses

shoto lacked affection in his child life, so when you look into his eyes with such love and honesty it makes him want more. He'll stop at any moment if you feel uncomfortable but most of the times he knows you want it just as much as him. So when he cups your cheek and kisses you back, his other hand gripping your waist and pulling you deeper into the kiss. Run your fingers through his hair and tug it a little and he's all yours, he'll moan into your mouth before pushing you back on whatever surface and invade your mouth with his tongue. "Your so addicting baby, I can't help myself. Do you mind if I have a taste of your other lips?"

ع˖⁺. EJIROU

ಌ sitting on his lap and pressing kisses to his neck

theres nothing that kiri loves more is being able to hang out with his friends on a game while you sit in his lap, you think it might be distracting for him to have you there but he says if anything it helps him focus more. But its when he's in the midist of a game, focusing really hard and you press sweet kisses to his neck with a "Your doing great baby." That makes him melt, Kiri is a sucker for praise and when you do it so sweetly just forces him to hold back a moan. "Yeah, uhm guys I'm gonna go, y/n needs me."

"You got my attention now baby, got s'more kisses to share? Hmm?"

ع˖⁺. HAWKS

ಌ massages, specifically near the base of his wings

its no surprise that Keigo's wings are very sensitive, so after a long day of patrol and villian robberies you'll offer a massage to soothe his aches like the sweetheart you are. Not aware of the hero's sensitive spots, after asking him to remove his shirt you start at his shoulders softly massaging his tense skin before moving down to the middle of his back. "Wait baby-fuck." His wings will ruffle slightly from the pleasure, pink tinting his face from embarrassment. "Shit angel I'm sorry its just that spot on my back is-" "Sensitive, its okay baby just relax if it makes you feel that good I can take care of that for you." You reassure him pressing a kiss to his shoulder, "That's my girl, and don't worry dove whatever you do for me I'll make sure I'll treat that cunt of yours just as good."

𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐂𝐒

✾˚featuring : katsuki bakugou x fem! medic

୨୧˚ modern au

✾˚genre fluff <3

cw. fem!bodied reader, cursing, i honestly dont know were this idea came from also merry christmas and happy new year to all! and if you dont celebrate the holiday then I hope you have a wonderful new years eve!

୨୧ when you first locked eyes with the blonde in his cell you couldn't tell what it was about him that made you fell scared yet intrigued, unlike most who crossed paths with him.

୨୧ Yet when you entered his cell to attend to his wounds he eyed you intensly, which isnt out of the ordinary for your line of work. You would have to bring in an armed gaurd when you did check-ups to feel somewhat safe in the cell with horrendous offenders. He saw you're shaky hands as you bandaged his arm so he said as softly as he could, "I'm not gonna hurt you princess, I'm not like those other fucks who just say whatever the hell they want to without any respect."

୨୧ after that encounter with the blonde you felt safer coming into his cell, and even uncuffed him from his chains. Which even katsuki raised an eyebrow at you for, "Its fine really, I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me bakugou." You stated sweetly, with a smile. Which unbeknownst to you made the criminals heart flutter, "I told ya, to call me katsuki." "Right, katsuki—sorry I will in the future."

୨୧ whenever other inmates would whistle at you or make gestures whenever you walked down cell blocks, hours shortly after all those who spoke and said lewd and disgusting things about you soon lost a fight to katsuki. Who'd you have to pay a check-up soon shortly after as well.

୨୧ "You didn't have to do that you know, I want you to get out as soon as possible. And you fighting all these people isn't gonna shorten your sentence-" "They were talking about you sweets, you expected me to not to anything?" Your heart swelled at the nickname and the tone he used solely with you and you alone. "I know, i hear those comments all the time, it doesn't bother me. What does bother me is you getting into fights all the time." Looking into his vermillion eyes with concern, katsuki chuckled airily. "Alright, fine you win. I'll stop getting in fighting bastards, if ya kiss me." Seeing your embarassed expression was priceless, making the blonde cackle. His laugh never failed to make you crack a small smile.

"I was just kidding sweets-" His breath caught in his throat as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, "No more fighting, seriously okay katsuki?" The blonde felt the world stop as he looked at you, an angel sitting besides him. A beautiful fucking angel, who just kissed his cheek. "Y-yea i got it."

୨୧ Katsuki hated when the other inmates talking about you in such a fowl way that made his blood boil, but he hates not being able to picture a future with you at his side even more <3

‪I drew this months ago and decide to color it now (cuz I was bored). Kinda struggled to draw and color Deku's hair,, but it turned out alright :/‬

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Bakugou Katsuki Fic + Twitter Link

A/n this was supposed to be a quick dabble but it got so long and also it's kinda shit but i hope you guys like it.ヾ(≧∇≦*)ヾ also not proofread

Based on this Link <3 (NSFW)

Thinking about Cock warming bakugou while he's playing video games with Kirishima and Denki and a few more of his friends, you were wayyy too needy to wait after he finishes his game to feel his cock deep inside of you, so you sat on his lap, thong pushed to the right side of your cheek, your back pressed against his chest, while his cock buried all the way to the hilt deep inside your leaking cunt, he resumed playing he would pinch your thigh time to time as a way of signaling you to shut the fuck up whenever you'd whimper because of his sudden movements whenever he's trying to kill someone but boy he's just so damn aggressive.

You felt so fucking full, you were trying your best to slowly grind on him just slowly though because you don't wanna do it a little too much to cause attention, but you should've known better because one thing about Katsuki he's not dumb at all. You felt his cock twitching inside of you.

"Holy fucking shit would you stop fucking moving" he notices, looking down at you, stopping for a bit to grip on both sides of your hips to keep you still.

"M sorry suki can't help it" you whimpered ugh why does he have to be like this.

"Well, you better fucking try before I make you stop or else, I'll lose" he continues playing.

You decided to listen to him for a bit because you didn't want him to make you stop, you love having his cock stuffing you full, but you also wanted to cum so badly, so this was just painful.

You would hear him randomly cursing to himself because of the way your cunt flutters around him and also because he's getting so frustrated with his game, and it makes you soak around his cock so much, his words were so filthy, and you loved it so much.

You decided to try doing it again, slightly moving yourself back and forth on his cock, a low groan leaving his lips, he stopped and looked down at you to yell at you again but then he saw, his screen saying "returning to lobby" meaning he got fucking killed and oh that surely did it.

"Stupid fucking bitch, can't even fucking simple instructions" he held the back of both your knees and standing up, lifting you up too, his cock still buried in you, then he turned around and placed you bent over on his chair.

"You wanna be a cock hungry slut with a greedy little cunt? I'll fucking treat you like one then" he lands harsh slaps on both of your ass cheeks to the point where its visible red, then suddenly just start ramming his cock into your cunt, the sharp pain causing you to scream like a bitch as if this isn't what you wanted.

He continues pounding you, both hands gripping onto your hips, while his cock is kissing your cervix with each thrust, fuck it hurts so good, he was stretching your cunt, reshaping your tiny hole into the shape of his cock.

"Fuck is this what you fucking wanted? Desperate little whore". He brought a hand up and grabbed a handful of your hair pulling you slightly back.

"Y-yes! Feels S-so good suki" you cried, eyes rolling back of your head, you loved it when he treated you like this, when he uses like his little plaything, and bullies you with his cock.

He lets go of your hair and looks down and where you two were connected, then he brings his right thumb up to your face.

"Lick it and make sure you get spit all over it" you were really confused on why he asked you to do this, but you said did it anyways, gathering all your saliva and spit and sucking on his thumb then he pulls it out. He starts circling his thumb over your asshole, massaging the tight little ring before slowly sinking half on it in your hole.

"Holy shit so fucking tight princess might need to use this cute little hole more often" he hisses imagining how it'd feel around his cock.

It hurtled so badly, he never really done anything, to that hole before, he usually was more focused on your cunt, so you had to try your best to get adjusted to his thumb now stuffing your ass.

Soon enough it started feeling so good, his balls slapping against your clit, your pussy is leaking all over his cock, while he's thumbing your asshole, fucking it in and out of you the same pattern as how he's drilling his cock into you. He was fucking you so stupid.

He felt your cunt throbbing and fluttering around him, which you earned a loud groan from him, he's not really that vocal during sex, which you wish he was, and he is sometimes but most of the time all you'd get is a bunch of filthy words and nasty curses from his lips which you don't really mind you just wish he'd moan more.

You couldn't think straight, it was driving you fucking crazy it felt like you were about to break any second, you were a loud moaning crying mess. You felt his cock brushing against your sweet spot over and over it felt so fucking good. You were getting closer and closer with every thrust.

"Katsu-ki m'so close" you cried out noticing his pace speeding up and hips rutting into you harder.

"Oh yeah? Make a fucking mess on my cock then ya dumb slut, fucking do it" he brought his free hand up to your clit and started rubbing sloppy circles on it, his thumb still buried in your asshole to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck yesyesyes daddy fuck just like that." you cried out, eyes rolling back his balls slapping against your clit, while your cunt is leaking all over him.

He felt your cunt gripping his cock harder and harder, your tight walls sucking him in, his cock twitching inside of your cunt, he picked up the pace, fucking you faster and harder till eventually you came all over his cock, creamy white rings appearing at the base of his cock dripping onto his balls.

"Fuck yes good fucking girl" he continues pounding you through your orgasm at this point you can't even think straight, your brain is all fuzzy and weird and your moaning nonstop, he pulls his thumb out of your asshole, your greedy little hole already feeling empty from not being stuffed anymore while he grips on your waist, lifts you up and placed you on your back, folding your body in half, your knees almost touching your ears.

You weren't in the right state to be thinking or even more, question anything, he resumes rutting his hips into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

"You better get yourself together cause I'm far from being finished with you yet." he chuckles.

Distraction (Bakugou x F!Reader) by Vi

Hi everyone! Its me again!✨ Today I decided to write about one of my favourite characters, our boy Katsuki ❤️🔥 I really hope you enjoy!☺️ (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language🙏🏻)

Warnings: a few curse words but fluff anyway

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Everything she did was a distraction for him; From walking into the classroom to wearing headphones on the way to Beast Jean's agency. Every little thing y/n did, drove him mad and it started to annoy the shit out of him (an he definitely wasn't a man of patience)

Bakugou couldn't stand seeing her at school, wearing her stupidly perfect ponytail and even perfect make up. Sitting next to y/n was suffering and watching her doing basic activities like writing, made it worse. All he could think about was 'How can someone look so stunning by doing absolutely nothing?' It really irritead him.

It's not that Katsuki doesn't like her; it's quite the opposite actually! Being near her made him panic because he can't control the situation. Usually, the explosion boy is very confident and maybe a little bit arrogant but, when it comes to y/n, he just cannot function right. His hands sweat a lot more (and not because of his quirk 😉), he feels his heart almost scaping from the chest and he can't seem to find the right words.

All he could do (and it's the only thing that he allows himself ) is admiring from distance. He's been doing this since the day y/n arrived and it hasn't changed eventhough the two of them are friends now. He memorized how the morning light makes her cheeks turned red or how bright it makes her eyes look. He also carved into his memory the way she smiles when seeing a cute baby at the train station.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to mean something more to her! To be able to openly tell her how pretty he thinks she looks while concentrated or how it turns him on to watch her beat the shit out of a villain.

Bakugou is certain that he is indeed a coward. There is some chemistry between the duo. Many nights where their fears crapped into their skin and won't let them sleep, they only found comfort in eachother arms. Also, they do things they despite just because the other enjoys it ( example: He went to the cinema to watched a terrible romantic movie just to keep her company or when y/n took him to a restaurant where all the dishes were spicy eventhough she hates spicy food)

It was pretty evident to everyone around them that there is something more than a great friendship but these two were too scared to say anything yet

Damn it! Without realising, Katsuki has been distracted staring at her for half an hour and it's been happening a lot more than he would like to admit. Maybe someday he'll find the courage to tell y/n how he feels but right now, he need to concentrate in order to pass the incoming exam (not before checking on her on last time)

Valentine's Day with Shouta Aizawa by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ So as you already now it's valentines day in many countries so I decided to do something fluffy for you ❤️ Hope you enjoy! (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Pd: Happy valentine's day to those who have a special someone! And to those who hasn't, treat yourself with some chocolates and flowers because loving yourself is also a reason to celebrate! 💕

Warnings: none, just fluff

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

The heroes have won and restored peace. It took some time to rebuild the cities near the fight but in a few months, Japan was functioning like usual. The classes at UA started again and everyone was excited to be back at school (even those who have lost friends, family or teachers) but not Aizawa. He felt terrible about how things turned out and just couldn't move on like nothing ever happened. Not when he has scars that hasn't healed yet. He lost many friends and now he was incapable of using his quirk to save others. Because of it, he felt useless and miserable as he was no longer a hero and all he had left was teaching.

Mic was getting worried about his friend's behaviour; he didn't eat or sleep and started shutting down to everyone around him. It was when Eri knocked the door one night saying she was scared cause Aizawa had locked the door to his bathroom and won't come out, that the hero decided to put an end to this situation. Firstly, he obligated his friend to go the psychologist and then, every week they would go out in order to make him feel comfortable interacting with other people again; this included setting him up on dates against his will. Having a relationship was not something he needed right now and he definitely didn't want to become a burden to anybody. That was until a certain someone came along...

Y/n was a foreigner doctor that arrived to Musutafu a few months ago when she found out what was happening and wanted to help. She had a "sanation quirk" which meant she could cure and regenerate body parts. She's specialised in working with people who had been badly injured and needed to train their body functions from the beginning.

After helping to attend civilians and heroes during the final war, Nezu offered her a job at the UA as "Recovery girl" was finally retiring and she gladly accepted. She was introduced to the other stuff a few weeks earlier but Shouta was nowhere to be seen and definitely didn't pay Yamada any attention when he talked about a "new sexy doctor" or something like that cause, if he had listened to him, he would've been prepared for such a sight. His friend suggested to visit the new college as maybe she could help him to recover fiscally (and also because he knew that the moment Aizawa saw her, he would be hooked) So there he sat rigid without making eye contact while she inspected his injuries. She was so close that he couldn't help but smell her sweet perfume. Y/n (as she has told him) was the prettiest woman he has ever seen or been near, by far; her e/c eyes brought calm when he looked into them and her reassuring smile told him everything was going to be ok and suddenly, he realised how rough this months have been that a simple gesture fold with positivity, made him feel so overwhelmed he needed to get out of the room for a few moments.

Once he came back, the doctor was smiling at him and made him sit next to by grabbing his rough hand into her delicate one He was not expecting such an action as well as not expecting her look at him right on the eye and said "Have some good news for you! First of all, we are gonna replace this pirate bandage you have for an implant and, with my quirk's help, it could regenerate your hability to see and use your power. However, it'll take time. We will work together in rehab and maybe and year from now, you would be able to use your quirk like you did before! (I'm not a doctor, I actually study law, so please understand all of this is fantasy)" Aizawa couldn't believe what he was hearing, he even thought Mic had told her say that so he wouldn't feel so terrible but the look in her eyes was one of genuine happiness and sincerity so he choose to believe and chase, after so many years, the hope of having a good ending where he could finally be in peace with himself.

Six months later, Shouta was quite pleased with how much he achieved. He started eating, sleeping and teaching like he did before it all went down the hill. He really had missed training his students and doing hero work. So he was glad he visited y/n that time, speaking of which became one of his best friends. She was always by his side; on his worst days where everything hurt and he didn't want to keep going, she was there to extend him a hand. Also, on those days were training seemed easy and he would do everything right, she was there to cheer for him. It was just a "mere coincidence" that his favourite days were the ones he spent next to her. Actually, they had their own routine together; they would eat every day the bento boxes she prepared to lunch at the rooftop, also, before going to the teachers dorms, they would have a cup of coffee and tea (a vanilla tea with honey for her. Yes, he memorized her favourite drink because he is a really good friend, right? Right?) and twice a month they would go out to eat alone or sometimes Hizashi joined them.

Some days, she would appeared unexpectedly to play with Eri and they would ended up having dinner together, like a family. Oh, that made Aizawa stay awake at night. The mere thought of having y/n on his life as more than a friend, made his head spin. He would take to his own grave that sometimes, when they were out with Eri, he actually pretended they were a real family and when old ladies comment on how cute their child was, he did not denied and respond "yes, I know just like his mother" just to see the cute blush on her face and for her to hit his arm because of embarrassment.

Her arrival had been a blessing and there was no denying she'd saved him but somewhere along the way, feelings got confusing and their friendship was something more to him. When he was around her, he no longer felt lonely and sad. She made him feel loved when she traced the scars from fights he wanted to forget or when she would put his head on her lap and caressed his hair till he was asleep. Every little thing made him fell in love with her allover again, that's why he had prepared a big surprise in order to confess. He has been leaving romantic letters on her desk with flowers or chocolates, other times he left some vanilla tea with her favourite cake or small gifts such as plushies, earrings and necklaces all from her secret admirer. The girls from class 2A had given him the idea and help him choose a few of them.

When Valentine's Day arrived, Shouta was so nervous he thought he would explode. Today was the day he'll finally confessed. He had made a reservation at the highest building in the city just to have the best view for the fireworks show and the lake. He made sure they served her favourite dish and that were roses on the table. He left a letter on her desk that said "Today I'm going to have enough courage to tell you how I feel. Please meet me at 8PM at xxxx, I'll be waiting. Pd: This is my final gift before reviling identity, please feel free to wear it tonight. Kisses, your secret admirer" and next to it was a box with a beautiful red dress inside. Something modest and elegant but just as stunning as you were. He did a design for Momo to make and he couldn't be happier about how it looked on her, She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. She still hadn't seen him and Shouta panic for a moment, his head filled with bad thoughts like "what if she rejected him? What if she didn't like him?, etc" but once he looked eye with her, he knew everything was going to be alright even if she rejected him. Her eyes were full of curiosity and she was trying to hide the blush on her face by looking around the restaurant so he took this moments to admire her. If he could his the ground she was walking, he definitely would. What a sight she was. Not only with this beautiful dress but also when she wore that cute pijama bunny with her hair on a messy bun. He would choose that sight every day for the rest of his life. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew there was no coming back and he gladly accepted that from the start. He was hers to take if she wanted to and he would make sure to give her the best of him, mind, spirit and soul.

He hadn't realised he's been holding his breath for a few seconds until she was in front of him with a timid smile and said "I was hoping it was you all along" and took him by surprise by kissing him and that was how it started. He didn't know what he did to deserve someone as wonderful as her but he'd make sure she won't regret ever choosing him.