#and kacchans like FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND

[with-my-calamitous-love]

its just polyester

bakugou x reader, told from izuku’s perspective ♡

in honor of december 3rd ❄️ happy heather day

12/3

i had to scrounge up one of my old notebooks for this. i have new ones but, i didn’t wanna risk my students seeing it. or anyone, for that matter.

i’m not sure where to start with this, kacchan. all of a sudden, all those words i had to say are gone.

third of december. lets start there. one too many trips to the hospital. i still think about those days. all the fighting, the pain, the tears. we found out what it really means to be a hero. you wear it well, you know that? i used to spend so much time wondering if i could catch up to you. i never thought it’d be the other way around. what a funny thought.

you gave me your sweater, one of those nights. i don’t know if you remember that. you told me to shut up right after receiving it, saying you didn’t want me to get sick… and that it looked better on me than you, anyway.

only if you knew, kacchan.

but i should know better than anyone you have eyes for someone else. its funny, isn’t it? well, i can’t blame you. [y/n], where do i even begin? shes a sight for sore eyes. you’re not as good hiding it as you think you are. shes got you mesmerized…

every time you put your arm around her shoulder, i feel like i get colder. no, not colder. it makes me sick. but how could i hate her? shes kind, and smart, and funny… she makes you happy. i want to hate her. i try to, sometimes. but shes an angel. then again, i kind of wish she were dead.

why would you even give me your sweater that day? do you go around giving clothes like you give out love? i could’ve sworn i saw [y/n] wearing one, too. its just polyester. and you’re just some guy. and i love you.

but you like [y/n] better. i know that. i see you guys holding hands. you take her out on nice dates. you hold her hands when its cold. i’m getting colder now just thinking about it. i know i’m bitter and angry but i wish you’d like me more. it doesn’t even have to be more. you can lie to me. that works too, kacchan.

i wish i were [y/n]. i wish i had her hair, what she wears, even smell like her god damn perfume- just to wrap my head around why you like her so much. ‘cause isn’t she perfect? maybe if i did everything like her. maybe if i wore what she wears on her lips (which is probably on your lips now, too.) maybe if i kissed her, i could know why you love her.

i’m not even half as pretty. i’m not even half all the beautiful bullshit that makes up [y/n]. katsuki bakugou, or kacchan, or kats, or baby, or love, or whatever it is that she calls you. if i could just grab your attention back for one second, maybe….

…why would you ever give me your sweater? you may as well have kissed me, maybe even told me you care. maybe then i could do something with this. but all i can’t. i have your sweater, sure, but [y/n]’s got a million more to keep her warm. she has everything you have, and more.

and now matter how many times i try to play it down, i try to undermine how i feel… well, its just polyester.

i’m throwing this note out. i’ll see you tomorrow at your engagement party, anyway.

congratulations.

izuku

[writteninkat]

printed in crimson | Bakugou x Reader

synopsis: Your problems? One, you like Katsuki Bakugou, but he's the personification of a red flag. And two, you like to see how red the flag can get.

warnings: toxic relationship, smut, asshole katsuki, dumbass reader

wc: 3.9k

a/n: not proofread

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Katsuki pushes your head on the mattress, fucking you roughly as he chases his own high. Your cunt clenched at his rough treatment, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chants, tightening his grasp on yoyr hair. "God this pussy loves me." Gasping, he lifts your hips up in the air, letting go of your strands as he sharply slaps your ass, using some of his quirk.

The area blooms with heat as your orgasm catches you offguard, your walls clamping down at the desperate man behind you. He bottoms inside you, voice raspy and deep as he reaches his own high, half his body falling on you.

"Get the fuck off me." You bite out, pushing yourself from under him. As your actions push his cock out of you, the feeling of his load dripping down your thighs make you shiver.

Walking towards your bathroom, you try your best to ignore the tenderness between your legs. You grit your teeth together just as you walk in, slamming the door behind you.

You face your mirror, immediately pissed at the marks he left all over your neck and torso. Bitten and bruised, you touch on the particularly swollen part on your shoulder. You remember him sinking his teeth there after you rode him so hard and fast your abs ached.

Clicking your tongue, you step under the shower, letting the warmth of the water ease you back into a peaceful state of mind.

"You lying bitch." Momo's eyebrows are knitted in fury, her gazed casted on your neck. Everyone else in the table follows her line of sight, a series of disappointed groans and tired sighs erupting from them.

You brings your hand up to cover the spot, rolling your eyes. "I thought I'd be better at color correcting now." You mumble.

Ochaco crosses her arms in dismay, glaring at you.

"Oh, come on, guys! I'm sorry, I made an honest mistake!" You whine, "This is the last time, I promise!"

"How the hell do you mistakenly fuck Katsuki Bakugou?" Momo chastises, her glare feeling like multiple knives stabbing you in the same place. Just in different angles. And they're all on fire.

"Look, our agencies had a meeting, the both of us were the last ones to leave the room-"

"So you fucked him?" Momo summarizes.

Before you even get a word out, Izuku cuts in. "Isn't it weird how Kacchan is very vocal about his hate for you and yet he still goes back everytime your paths cross?"

"I think 'hate' is too much of a strong word." Tsuyu voices her thoughts.

"No it's not. And if you think it is, you can shove that opinion up your ass. He hates me and I hate him. That's just simple facts." You frown, heart softening at the sight of Tsuyu dejected.

You hold your hand up at her, "Sorry- sorry Tsu. I just- it's been a rough week." You sigh.

"You mean a rough night?" Tenya cackles, making you shift your glare at him.

"That's one, Iida." You bite out.

"You claim you hate him, yet you still bed him." Shoto points out, sipping on his green tea. "I wonder why that is."

Yet again, right before you could defend yourself, your friends begin to jump at you.

"It's cause her favorite color's red." Momo jokes.

Ochaco shakes her head, "No, I'm pretty sure she once claimed to be a flagpole."

Kyoka, who's been silent all this time, spits her drink. "Nah, nah. She just likes to see how red the flag gets." She laughs, punching soft jabs at your arm as you glare at her.

"Alright, you know what! I'm not gonna stand for this!" You slam your palms on the table, standing from your seat. "I'm a good person, alright?! If I every treat you like shit, then that's on you. You provoked me."

Shoto raises a brow at you. "And what does it mean if you tolerate being treated like shit?"

The table is silent for a moment before your narrow your eyes at the hero, "Shut the fuck up and drink your tea." You sneer, sitting back down, crossing your arms and legs.

Just as the topic shifts to another, the cafe's bell rings, announcing someone's arrival. Your eyes train to the sound, widening at the sight of familiar red hair. His eyes scan the room before falling on your table, a wide, spiky smile stretching across his face. "Hey guys! Didn't know you all would be here!"

"Hey Eiji!" You smile back at him, allowing him to engulf you in a big hug.

A hand appears on his bicep, squeezing it tightly. "Hands to yourself." Katsuki's voice rumbles from behind the red head.

"Don't tell him what to do." You glower at the blond, arms tightening around his best friend's waist in defiance. You look up at Eijiro with wide, pleading eyes. "Hug me, Eij." You pout.

You can feel everyone's stares at you as Eijirou raises a brow in question. You ignore the fuming Katsuki behind him, softly squeezing his back in encouragement. Eijirou sighs, gently pushing you away. "Sorry babe, I don't wanna get in between whatever bullshit you and Bakubro are into."

Your table cackles as you roll your eyes at the red head.

"I have work to finish." You take your bag and your drink as it's still halfway full. "I'll see you guys soon." Without making eyecontact with anyone, you swiftly leave the cafe.

You take out a cigarette from your purse, keeping it between your mouth as you blindly search for your lighter. "Fuck." You curse, turning a corner. Now away from curious eyes, you begin shuffling throigh the numerous shit inside your little purse until a hand grabs your shoulder.

Immediately out into fight mode, you grab onto the person's forearm, about to throw them into a body slam but their actions are quick. You're spun around and slammed into the wall behind you, your eyes falling on familiar vermilion orbs.

"What do you want, Katsuki?" Your eyes narrowed and tone sharp, you attempt to break free from his hold, but the numerous times you've tried this in bed reminds you you're simply wasting your energy.

"You ignore me after the night we had? You hurt my feelings, princess." He smirks, moving his head towards you. "Don't fucking call me that." You spit. "And so what if I do? You don't control me."

"A few nights together tells me I do, actually."

Your nape burns at his statement.

"Keep talking like that and I'll remind you just how flammable your penthouse is." Your threat falls on deaf ears as he presses his body against yours. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell. "You gotta stop using this shit." He plucks the cigarette out of your mouth, crushing it between his fingers.

"I take it cause of you. You stress me the fuck out." Your menacing look is exchanged with a raised brow.

"And you think that little attitude of yours doesn't give me headaches?" He scoffs, apparently appalled by this personality of yours he's already familiar with.

You smile sweetly, "Your prettiest headache, right?"

Katsuki freezes at your question, surprisingly stumped before it resumes to his usual frown. He lets go of you, his fierce stare stuck on you for a few moments before he clicks his tongue and walks away.

"Hell's his problem?" You mutter, taking your pack of cigarettes once more. As you hold a stick between your fingers, you stare at it for a moment, nibbling on your lip in contemplation before sighing. You place the stick back inside the pack, returning it inside your purse before leaving the narrow alley.

The hero's gala is filled with sparkling dresses and pressed suits. You're stuck in a conversation with some foreigner hero, laughing and nodding at the right time, and only talking when you actually listen to whatever he's saying.

You can't help but scan the room for a familiar blond. Yeah, the invitation said you could bring a plus one, but he won't actually bring someone, right? He simply isn't the type.

"And how is hero work here in Japan? Ever thought of moving to a different country?" You look up at the hero in question. "I enjoy the work I do here, so no, I've never thought to emigrate, but maybe I will in the future. We never know." You shrug your shoulders, chuckling as he and the other heroes around you laugh boisterously.

You space out, their voices muffled as you swirl the wine in your glass. Bringing it up your lips, you're about to tilt it up when you hear a familiar name from behind you.

"-Bakugou. Or, Dynamight." A feminine voice introduces.

"Of course I know Dynamight! He's one of my favorite heros!" An older male voice replies loudly.

You furrow your brows, turning around. Just as expected, you come face to face with Katsuki. The suit looks impeccable on him, buttons fighting for their lives to keep the shirt closed and the arm sleeves barely containing his meaty biceps.

His eyes drop on yours, bored and uninterested. Your stare shifts to the beautiful brunette in his arms. Unsure whether it's jealousy or anger, or simply just hurt and betrayal that's making your blood boil, you softly excuse yourself from the guests around you.

Without another look back, you make your way to the balcony, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.

Annoyed.

Exactly, I'm annoyed to see him. His face is annoying, that's why I was pissy.

You're really just convincing yourself at this point.

Looking out into the mountain ranges that overlooks the balcony, you feel a sense of calm and peace. The tranquility lasts for only a minute until it's shattered once more by the familiar scent of sweet caramel.

"Who'd the unlucky guy you brought?" He asks, taking up the space beside you. Huffing in annoyance, you roll your eyes at nothing.

"For your information, if I did bring anyone tonight, it'd be the best night of their life."

Katsuki furrows his brows, glancing at you with confusion written all over his space. "You, on the other hand, seems to have made it your goal to ruin that poor girl's night." You face him, memorizing his fazed expression before turning back towards the double doors.

"She's beautiful, make sure she enjoys the party."

And with that, you step away from him. Except you try/ to, when he grabs your wrist, spinning you back around.

"Why didn't you bring a date?" You raise a brow at his question, rolling your eyes as you attempt to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Is it any of your business? Let go!" You demand, pulling your wrist from him as hard as you can. Katsuki doesn't budge, his chest rising and falling furiously as his eyes penetrate yours.

"Katsuki, I said let go-"

"Did you want it to be me?" He asks, shoving his face towards yours.

"You- what?" You tilt your head in confusion, "No!" You lie. "Of course not!"

"Liar."

Fury swirls in your stomach as you raise your hand, slapping him across the face. His grip loosens, taken aback.

You stand there, one arm suspended in the air and the other folded against your chest. A red mark begins to bloom on his cheek.

Swallowing harshly, you take him by his collar, pulling him against you as you press your lips together. Immediately, Katsuki kisses back feverishly, hands moving all over your body. One hand squeezes your waist while the other grabs your ass, pulling your ody towards his. He backs you up against the balustrade, both hands moving up your sides, embracing tightly you as if you were gonna slip from his arms any second.

You run your hands up his chest, scratching your nails up his nape until they bury themselves into his hair. His tongue dances with yours in a consuming, desperate song. He tastes of sweet wine and chocolate, your senses hightening, making your head grow light.

He pulls away, your breaths clashing with each other as you you look up into his eyes. They scream with devastation and anguish, it makes you question everything he's done to you in the past.

His hands begin to frantically undo his belt, your eyes widening as you look behind him. The curtains were drawn to cover the glass doors, probably to hide the fact that this balcony existed. But it'll only take one swipe and everyone inside would see the both of you in this state.

"Katsuki, I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up and open your legs." He growls, using his thigh to part them. The second he makes contact with your pulsing cunt, all reason flies out your brain through a needy moan.

You look down between the both of you, watching him pump his cock once, twice, spreading his precum all over his member before he positions himself to be right infront of your hole.

You nibble on your lower lip, allowing him to push your panties to the side. Without wasting another moment, Katsuki thrusts his entire length inside you, your teeth drawing blood as you struggle to stay quiet. Katsuki softly brushes his thumb against your cheek, pressing on your lip for you to let go.

"Red looks amazing on you." He says, eyeing the blood staining your lip. Without pausing his hips, he lowers his lips down to yours, tongue peeking out as he brushes it against the crimson.

"Fuck, you make me crazy." He mutters, pulling back. He grabs the backs of your thighs, pulling them to his hips as he fucks you harder, faster.

You grab onto his shoulder for support, digging your nails onto his shoulder as your back arches. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah Katsuki." You breathe out, slowly leaning back. Your hair bounces and trickles behind you until they're completely hanging off.

"God, this pussy should be classified as a drug." He grunts, his pace rougher now. "Can't seem to fucking quit it."

The balustrade can only be so wide, it can only accompany your ass and lower back. As you try to pull yourself back up, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you back.

"Katsuki!" You manage to breathe out, his grip straining. "I'm gonna fall!" You wheeze, clawing at his arm as he continues to fuck you with abandon.

"Imagine that." He smirks, leaning over. "Once I let go, you fall fifty feet. Legs still wide open and my cum dripping out of you."

Your eyes widen as the blond bites and nips at your chest, pulling the dress down to reveal your breasts. He takes a nipple inside your mouth, sucking on it harshly as his gaze glue themselves on you. Your eyelids flutter and your walls clamp down on his cock, the stimulation burning a fire of euphoria in your belly.

"Like that, huh? Like it when I hold your life in my hand?" He chuckles darkly, repeating his action to your other tit. The slapping of his skin against yours fill the balcony, the erotic sound filling your head with bliss as you forget about the life or death situation the hero has put you in, chasing your own high instead.

"That's it, fucking come for me princess." He pinches your clit, ripping an orgasm out of you. Your thighs clench together around his hips as your head tips over. You watch the world in an upside down manner as waves upon waves of ecstacy drift throughout your body.

As the feeling recedes, you're being pulled from danger and dropped onto the floor, the sticky and warm feeling of cum dripping down your inner thighs.

"Asshole." You growl at the blond fixing his pants.

You follow him, pulling your panties and dress back in place before holding onto the railings for support as you begin to stand up.

Katsuki stares at you for a moment, eyes looking desperate, as if he wants to say something, before averting his gaze. He clears his throat, clenching his hand into a fist then walks off without a word, leaving you in the balcony.

It's cold.

You're alone.

And you feel like crap.

You lean on the railing for a moment, wondering to yourself why you can't leave whatever this relationship you have with Katsuki. It isn't healthy at all.

You want a man who'll cook breakfast for you after sex, someone who'll clean you up and give you snuggles. Someone who cares about what you think and say.

"Oh, hey you." Your head flicks up at the new voice, your sights one Shinsou as he exits the ballroom. His hair is combed back, a simple suit on and in his hand is a sparkling glass of champagne.

"Ah, hey." You wipe off the tear you didn't realize fell. You turn around, a weak attempt to hide your welling eyes from him.

"You okay?" He asks, taking over the space Katsuki had just stood in before fucking you up.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." You chuckle nervously, pressing your lips together as you continue wiping off multiple tears that stream down on their own.

Shinsou stares at you before turning his gaze towards the mountains.

It's still quiet and peaceful. Shinsou doesn't disrupt the tranquility like Katsuki does. And he doesn't push or order you to tell him what's on your mind—he simply just stands there, waiting for you to finish.

"Actually-" You sniff, "I'm not okay."

"I gathered that." He takes a sip of his champagne.

You chuckle at your pathetic state, fidgeting.

"I keep going for shitty guys." Your lower lip wobbles, "And I don't know why. My therapist says they're simply my pattern, but I can never understand the root cause of it." You squint, remembering all the painful memories of the jerks you used to date. And the one jerk you can't seem to let go of.

"Maybe it's cause you think you don't deserve better." Shinsou places his now empty glass on the marble balustrade, turning his head towards you. "What is it you want?"

You look into the distance, your teeth playing with your lower lip as the pain from before resurfaces.

"I want a good guy. Someone who takes care of me, listens to me. Someone who shuts the fuck up for once." You chuckle, turning to Shinsou.

The man already has his body facing directly at you, flashing you a rare smile. "And Katsuki Bakugou isn't that for you."

Your brows curl in disappointment, "But I want him-"

Shinsou softly places his thumb on your lips, effectively shutting you up. "Leave him alone before the big man up there takes away that choice."

Your eyes widen, hand moving to your belly.

"You're an amazing woman. You'll find the right person to... shut the fuck up and listens to you." His smile grows wider before he takes his hand back, stepping away from you and returning inside.

You blink once, twice, before letting out a tired sigh. Just as you're about to return inside, you notice a piece of paper underneath Shinsou's empty champagne glass.

He'd scribbled his number on it. When? You have no idea. But he must have inserted it while you were busy gazing at nothing. You pull it off, inspecting it.

Should I take this chance? Call him tomorrow, maybe?

"He'll bore you." A deep and gravelly voice you know all too well sounds from behind you, making you freeze. The paper is plucked from your fingers as Katsuki moves toward you, his face right beside yours. The both of you look at the numbers scribbled on the paper.

"And you deserve someone who'll keep you on your toes."

"Being in a healthy relationship wouldn't be boring, it'd be peaceful." You say, trying to convince yourself.

"You don't want peace, princess. You wanna see the red flags in shapes of hearts." He whispers into your ear, making you swallow hard.

"You're not a fucking carnival, Katsuki." You grit out.

"But you love the rides I offer." He chuckles, making your head snap towards him.

"Shinsou will treat me the way I deserve." You defend.

"He won't treat you the way you want, princess. How you truly want it. You go with him and ten years later you're sitting at home taking care of one and a half kids, with a white picket fence around your house as you wait for Mind Control to get home." He talks as if he can see the future. "Is that what you want?"

The picture he painted terrifies you.

Your eyes return to the paper in the blond's grasp.

"I'll answer that for you." He whispers, pressing a kiss against your neck as multiple tiny explosions go off on his palm, effectively burning the small paper.

He wraps an arm around your center, pulling your body onto his as he licks your neck. "You're never getting rid of me, princess. I'm gonna ruin your life the same way you ruined mine."

"You just hate progression, don't you?" Momo raises a brow as she stares at the marks on your neck. You didn't bother to cover them up this time—she'll still be able to spot them.

"More like she's regressing." Tenya jabs, making you pinch his side. He exclaims in pain, going on a tangent about how you shouldn't do that while you tune him out, looking out through the glass window.

"I'm bored." You yawn.

"And Katsuki Bakugou isn't the game you wanna play." Kiyoka deadpans, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I beg to differ. I simply haven't learned the cheat codes yet." You smile, taking your iced caramel macchiato.

"I'll tell you the codes—unplug the damn game and get another one." Izuku sighs tiredly, leaning back into his seat. "I swear, one day you're gonna end up killing the dude cause you found out he fucked a different girl."

You giggle, leaning into Tenya, taking a sip out of your coffee.

"And you didn't give Shinsou a chance?" Tsuyu asks, taking a bite out of her cake. The corners of your lips pull into a frown as you shake your head. "Nah, I memorized his number and sent him a text last night. We're meeting for drinks later."

Momo's eyes widen as Ochako looks at you with bewilderment. "What-" Ochako stutters, "I'm confused. Are the both of you going on a date?"

"What? No!" You giggle, "We're having drinks as friends! Thought maybe I should expand my circle. I don't wanna keep getting shit from you guys." You roll your eyes.

"Uhuh..." Izuku draws out, "And how does Kacchan feel about this?"

"He doesn't need to know." You place a finger against your lips.

Momo's eyebrows raise, impressed by your reply. "You're learning a lot from him, huh? Doesn't seem like something I want you to be doing."

You simply shrug, returning your gaze outside as you tilt your head up. Past the waving leaves of the trees, is a window. You smirk as you think about how Katsuki must take you for an idiot. Your phone vibrates beside you and you lift it, the screen instantly lighting up to show a notification form 'settings' with the settings picture on the side. You smile, clicking on it.

Settings: Since when did you notice?

You: Ever since we got here.

You: Stick to being a hero, Katsuki. You're not very good at trailing people.

Settings: Shut the fuck up

Your turn your phone off before returning your attention to your friends, butterflies erupting in your stomach, extremely excited at what's to come in the near future.

Sure thing is, you won't be taking care of one and a half babies for sure.

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

I’ve got his blood in me.

“No, he can’t be dead, Hes Katsuki Bakugo.” Your voice trembled as you fell to your knees.

“He’s kacchan,” You hesitated, your hands shaking, before you placed yours on his.

“He’s my Katz, “ You tried to hold his hand, his lifeless cold fingers didn’t move.

“He’s my suki, hes….” You clutched your chest as you laid your head on his, desperately trying to listen for his heartbeat.

“No, he can’t be dead. “ Your face covered in his blood now, rocking your head side to side as the tears mixed with the blood and dirt covering him.

“He always wins. Always. He can’t be…” You started pumping his chest with your hands, praying to any and all gods that CPR would save him, would restart his heart and bring him back to you.

Best jeanist placed a hand on your shoulder as he let thread out and tried to fix him. Your hands got in the way, but you couldn’t stop. How could you? You needed to save him. There was not a single fibre of your body that would accept that he was dead. You could faintly hear jeanist say that he was gone, that it had hit his heart and that there was no way your hands could help him now, but it didn’t sink in. It felt like a hazy memory you were trying to forget, the only sounds that filled your ears were the hums of katsukis laughter, him calling you an idiot for the millionth time, him telling you before the fight that he loved you, that he couldn’t wait til it was all over so he could carry you home. Your body shaking, trying so hard to pump his heart back to beating. Jeanist pulled you off as you were now causing more damage than helping, but you fought him off you, you scrambled to katsukis body and cried into him, kissing his head, holding him close to you.

It took both jeanist and edgeshot to finally pull you away from his body, you fought both of them so furiously trying to stay with him, you begged them to take your heart and give it to him, to take whatever they could just so he would survive. They assured you of their plan but because of their uncertainty of its success, it meant nothing to you. You couldnt do anything but stare at him, his lifeless body, eyes still open and blood staining his mouth. His anger had gone, his explosive nature, and all that was left was the shell of the man you loved.

“I’ve got his blood in me. Use it. Take it. Do whatever you can to save him…please.” You reached down and held your stomach, the bump was barely visible to the naked eye, you were only 12 weeks but you thought maybe, maybe it would be enough to save him. Jeanist looked down at you and his eyes widened, you were willing to sacrifice your unborn child to save him…

“Do whatever you can do. PLEASE! He doesn’t know…..We can try again, but I can’t lose him. I can’t….live without him.” You laid down next to his lifeless body, placing your forehead to his as tears flooded your vision. You were willing to do anything and everything to save the love of your life, even if it meant killing yourself or anyone else in the process.

[silverynight]

Underworld

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Part XXIV

Spending time with his Katsuki is one of his favorite things in the world; Izuku loves to have the god in his field, even if it's just for a while.

"I brought you something, Izuku," Katsuki whispers, looking slightly flustered again.

The demigod wants to tell him that there's no need to bring him stuff, his company is more than enough to make Izuku happy, but he also can tell that giving him gifts is important to Katsuki for some reason.

"Here."

Izuku gasps; the dress Katsuki is holding is not only beautiful it looks like it belongs to a queen.

"Are you sure?" He blushes again, taking the dress and looking at it closely.

"You don't like it?" Katsuki looks worried now and a little bit sad. "Sorry I–"

"No, no!" Izuku pulls it closer to his chest before Katsuki can take it away. "I love it! What I meant is... isn't it too much? For someone like me–"

The king of the underworld doesn't let him finish, he cradles Izuku's face in his hands and looks back at him like he's the most precious thing in the world.

"You deserve everything you could possibly want, Izuku."

The green haired demigod notices that he's tearing up, but it's too late to stop it now. This is not fair, how is he going to see Katsuki just as a friend if he keeps saying things like that?

"You're such a crybaby," Katsuki grins, wiping Izuku's tears off with his thumbs.

"This is your fault!" Izuku smiles back. "You say the sweetest things!"

Katsuki turns slightly pink then and Izuku is glad he's not the only one flustered for once.

"I say ridiculous shit all the time because I love you! I can't help it!"

Both of them freeze at Katsuki's words, Izuku has to pinch himself in order to make sure he's not dreaming.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Izuku! I was planning to confess my feelings for you in a different way. I wanted it to be perfect, dammit! And I wanted to make sure you felt the same. It's alright if you don't–"

Without realizing what he's doing, Izuku pulls Katsuki into his arms and presses their lips together. It's a very quick kiss that lasts a couple of seconds because Izuku panics, mostly because Katsuki doesn't move at all.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan! I should've asked you first!"

Face completely red, Katsuki shakes his head and blinks a couple of times; a wide smile quirks the corners of his lips up and it makes him look like he's absolutely happy.

"You don't have to ask, Izuku."

"Really? But you... I mean you d-don't have to either–"

"Nice, because I wasn't going to." Katsuki grabs Izuku by the waist to pull him close again. The demigod barely has time to gasp and blink when a strong hand grabs him by the chin and makes him look up.

That's when Katsuki kisses him. The hand on his chin moves away quickly and grabs the back of his head for better control; Izuku sighs into the kiss, almost in surrender, right before Katsuki begins to move his lips against his.

He's a hungry kisser; it's almost like he needs to taste every corner of Izuku's lips before his tongue pushes inside his mouth.

He really doesn't mean to moan like that, but he does, much to his embarrassment, although he can feel Katsuki's smirk against his lips as soon as he hears it and only encourages him to keep kissing Izuku.

Katsuki's fingers slide down Izuku's bare back and the mere contact of his fingertips sends shivers through his spine.

"I love you so much, Izuku," the god whispers, lips finally moving away before he presses them against the demigod's cheek.

"Kacchan..." his face is still burning and he's not completely sure what he wants to say now; the lips over his skin are very distracting.

When they find his neck, Izuku closes his eyes and sighs happily. He hopes Katsuki doesn't leave a mark.

"I've always wanted to kiss the freckles on your shoulders," Katsuki confesses in a whisper. "I'm pretty sure I have dreamed about it."

And he does just that, and Izuku is glad he always uses dresses that leave them exposed. When the fingers on his waist press harder and Katsuki tries to pull him even closer, Izuku suddenly remembers that they are in the middle of his field.

So he pushes Katsuki away, gently, but the king of the underworld still pouts at him.

"What are we going to do now?"

"I've been trying to court you for a while now, Izuku," Katsuki mumbles and then he gets slightly surprised when he notices a lot of flowers in bloom around them. "Did you do this?"

Izuku nods, cheeks turning slightly pink, looking away from Katsuki.

The god makes him look back and smirks almost triumphantly, even before he says anything, Izuku knows he has finally realized what's going on.

"Is this because of me?" He can't even hide how pleased he is with the situation. He looks full of himself.

Izuku nods and Katsuki puts both arms around him, lifting him from the ground as he embraces him. He looks so happy about it.

"I want you to become my queen," Katsuki whispers, pressing their foreheads together. "But I know you'll need time to think so... can I keep courting you? Officially this time?"

Izuku beams at him; even though he's worried about what will change in his life when they get married, he can't help but feel excited about being courted by the one he loves.

"Yes."

Katsuki kisses him again and pouts when Izuku pushes him away and reminds him they both have a lot of things to do.

"We have to tell everyone," Katsuki says; it seems it's very important to him that everyone knows for some reason.

"I'll let my mom and my friends know first," Izuku says, hoping his mom approves of it.

"Then we have to talk to Aizawa and All Might," Katsuki adds, although he doesn't look very enthusiastic about it.

Izuku wonders why; those two have been nothing but kind to him, he's sure they'll be happy for him as well as his friends.

He can't wait to tell Uraraka and Todoroki about it.

***

The conversation with his mother is not easy, mostly because he has to explain he's now being courted by the same god that kept him in the underworld for a while.

But Izuku is honest about what he feels and explains the whole story to his mother and how sorry Katsuki was afterwards.

After a while, a couple of bread with cheese and a nice cup of tea, Inko rises from her seat and hugs Izuku.

"I trust your judgment, but you have to bring him here; I'd like to meet him."

He immediately agrees and much to his relief it seems like his mother is willing to give Katsuki a chance.

For a moment, he thinks he'll get to tell Aizawa first (because he's there almost every day to train Izuku) but Uraraka ends up paying a visit to him that very evening.

His friend guesses it almost right away; Izuku can't see himself but Uraraka notices the soft blush on his cheeks, the glimmer in his emerald eyes, the smile that lights up his whole face and she knows this has to be about love.

When he finally tells her she sighs, but she manages to smile at him after a couple of seconds.

"I'm happy for you, I truly am," she says then. "Because it was clear for a while that you were in love with him and even though I didn't like what he did, he must be actually nice if you talk about him like that."

Uraraka relaxes after a while and asks Izuku about the kiss, teasing him a bit when he turns completely red. Then they talk about Izuku's training and what happened with Endeavor because she had no idea; Izuku hadn't seen her in a while.

"Please don't tell anyone about that; I don't want to cause any more problems."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed," she promises with a kind smile. "Although I think Todoroki deserves to know how awful his father truly is."

"I'm sure he already knows that without me telling him what happened," Izuku argues back, prompting Uraraka to chuckle.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Based on what Todoroki has said, his father is awful most of the time."

She looks away for a moment right before sitting under a tree; Izuku sits next to her. She looks quite tense again.

"Have you told Todoroki about the courtship?"

"Not yet, but as soon as I see–"

"Wait." Uraraka cuts him off, looking concerned. "Just... maybe you should wait a little bit. You need to think about how to prepare him for the news; this will be painful for him."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Seriously, Izuku?" Uraraka rolls her eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I mean I know Todoroki doesn't like Kacchan, but he promised to at least be civil around him from now on," he mumbles, still confused about his friend's reaction. "I know he won't like the idea of Kacchan courting me, but I don't think it'd be painful for him. That sounds a bit extreme..."

Uraraka's lips part on their own as if a few words wanted to escape from them, but she closes her mouth quickly before shaking her head.

"Just... please wait and try to think about how to tell him kindly, alright?"

Izuku nods and she manages to relax somewhat, although the concern is still clearly written all over her face.

She's probably overreacting. Todoroki will eventually understand after Izuku explains to him how he feels about Katsuki.

***

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Trouble in paradise (An idea I got while I was washing the dishes)

It was a peaceful day at Heights Alliance. Everyone in class 1-A was full of new life now that exams had concluded, and they had some much-needed downtime. 

That is– it was peaceful until…

“DENKI KAMINARI!”

Denki bolts up from where he was lounging on the floor of Sero’s room, eyes widening upon realizing that he was completely and utterly screwed.

“I’m in trouble,” is all he says, staring at the door to Sero’s room, expecting it to be thrown open at any given moment.

“Dude,” Sero whispers, looking over at his friend in concern from his spot on the bed. “What did you do?”

“I may or may not have…” Denki starts, voice trailing off into a jumbled mutter as he looks guiltily to the floor.

“Speak up,” Mina calls from Denki’s right, now also sounding mildly concerned. 

“I may or may not have gone into Y/N’s room!” He admits, and at the exact moment that the words leave his lips, Sero’s door is thrown open with a violent bang, effectively shutting the entire group up. In the doorway stands Y/N, Denki’s (usually) loving girlfriend, although she doesn’t look very loving at the moment.

“I’m so glad you’re taking responsibility for your actions,” Y/N says, voice steady and firm. A telltale sign that she was very, very angry. 

“Nice knowing you, bud,” Sero says solemnly, watching as the shitshow that is Y/N starts to approach Denki. 

The blonde has already sprung to his feet, holding his hands up in surrender as he’s backed up against the wall. 

“Hi Y/N. My love, my darling dearest,” Denki squeaks, yelping when his back hits the wall.

“Don’t darling me, Kaminari,” Y/N grits out, bringing her fist up threateningly in front of the blonde’s face. 

He lets out a nervous chuckle, shooting a pleading look over the girl’s shoulder at his group of friends, who were all staring back at him with identical looks of sympathy. They weren’t going to lift a finger to help him. Traitors.

“Oh my god!” Denki yells with the most dramatic gasp the world has ever heard, pointing a finger behind Y/N. “Is that Mister Aizawa in a Hawaiian skirt?”

Much to Denki’s immense relief, Y/N spins her head around to look at where he was pointing, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip away and bolt out the door and down the hallway.

He can hear the distant yell of Y/N behind him, shouting something along the lines of ‘So dead, Denki Kaminari,’ but honestly, he’s too busy running to catch the exact words.

He foregoes the elevator, knowing the stairs would be much more in his favor right about now. So, he bounds down the stairs leading from the fifth floor, skipping over some steps, and nearly losing an ankle in the process. 

He makes it to the fourth floor with his bones intact, taking a quick moment to catch his breath before he’s forced to sprint across the hall for the next set of stairs. Honestly, he needs to have a serious word with Principal Nezu, because in what part of the brilliant little mouse brain did he think it was a good idea to have the stairs alternating sides?

“Where are you, you little shit!?” Comes Y/N/’s voice again, eerily close to where Denki was currently standing. With a stangled cry, he jumps back into motion and starts his trek across the hall, using it like his own personal track field.

In his pursuit to the finish line, he passes Bakugou’s door, which swings open to reveal a very irritated-looking blonde and a concerned red head by his side. 

"Pikachu, what in the actual fuck are you–” Bakugou scolds, about to start on one of his usual tirades, but Denki cuts him off.

“Hey Kacchan. Hey Kiri. Sorry, can’t chat. Gotta run!” He rushes out in his passing, picking up his pace when he spots Y/N at the foot of the stairs behind him. 

He’s already halfway down the stairs to the third floor when he hears, “Get back here, you human sparkplug!” from Y/N.

Somewhere, far out of Denki’s earshot range, Bakugou and Kirishima are standing stunned in Bakugou’s doorway, blinking dumbly at the sight they just witnessed. 

“You think we should step in?” Kirishima asks with his brows furrowed in concern.

“Nah,” Bakugou answers, slowly swinging his door shut. “Best to leave it this time ‘round.”

Denki doesn’t make it to the second floor, instead being tackled to the ground by Y/N halfway on his road to escape. 

“You better have a very good explanation, or else you’ll be looking like Midoriya when I’m done with you,” Y/N threatens, pinning Denki down with a glare and a fist raised and buzzing with her quirk’s energy.

Denki goes to cover his face, rushing out an, “I’m so sorry!” in the hope that he’ll be able to see the light of another day.

“Enough apologizing. Explain,” Y/N grits out, lowering her fist closer to Denki’s hidden face and tightening her grip on the front of his shirt.

“I was just curious,” Denki cries, shrinking away from Y/N’s enclosing fist.

A few tense moments pass in which Denki prays to any deity that’s able to hear his pleas, before Y/N eventually lets out a heavy sigh and deactivates her quirk, letting the energy fizzle out as she sits back on her heels.

"Look, Denki,” she starts, and the blonde looks up at her, slowly lowering his hands from his face. “It’s not that I don’t trust you– because I do.”

Denki shoots her a grateful smile, which is easily returned, albeit a bit strained. Y/N averts her gaze from Denki’s, cradling her hands in her lap and picking at her fingers.

“I’m just worried about you, is all,” she admits. “I don’t want you to go into my room, because it contains a lot of equipment that’s especially sensitive to electricity. I don’t want you to accidentally get hurt.”

Understanding dawns on Denki, and he suddenly feels very guilty for causing Y/N so much worry. He reaches a hand up to cup her cheek and turn her head so she’s looking at him, and her eyes are filled with so much care and concern for him, causing Denki’s heart to swell with affection. Despite her frequent anger fits, she really is a loving girlfriend, and Denki couldn’t be happier to call her his.

“I promise I’ll stay out of there from on,” he assures, shooting her a comforting smile and stroking a thumb across her cheek. Y/N leans into the touch, nuzzling her cheek against his palm and placing a featherlight kiss there. 

“Sorry for tackling you,” Y/N eventually apologizes, pulling Denki to his feet.

“No worries,” he says, flashing her another grin. “Not like I have any more brain cells to lose.”

“You’re not an idiot, Denks,” she chides as they start their walk back to Sero’s room, intent on spending the rest of the afternoon in the peaceful atmosphere. 

. . .

Okay, Denki can’t help but tease her on her angry outburst at least a little. So, with a playful nudge against Y/N’s shoulder, he asks, “Have you been hanging around Bakugou recently?” 

“HUH!?”

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Heya! I was wondering if I could request something if its not too much of a bother. Could you possibly do a Bakugou x reader, where he noms them to protect them when their shrinking quirk gets out of control and they get stuck at like half an inch in height? If not, I hope you have a lovely day, and stay safe out there! ^^

(Sorry it took awhile to get to your request. I’ve been stressed out the last few days and I wanted to get information out for the Hashiras in my AU. I had a lot of fun with this fic and I love how this is my first MHA fic! I hope you enjoy it!)

Improvising a Rescue

(A Bakugo Soft Vore Fic)

Warnings: light swearing and soft vore

The Earth felt like it was shaking around you. You were assigned to go with Izuku and Bakugo to investigate suspicious activity in an abandoned apartment. While Izuku and Bakugo were the muscle of the group, you were the one responsible for safely capturing the culprits. Your shrinking quirk made that incredibly easy, however there was a drawback.

If you exhausted your quirk, there was a good chance that it could backfire..and that’s exactly what happened. “Y/N! I’ve got one of them!” Izuku yelled as he held down the struggling criminal. You ran towards him and set your hands on the criminal’s chest. “Ready?” Izuku held him tighter. “Ready!” You yelled.

A bright blue light shone through the room. Izuku covered his eyes from the light. When he opened them, he was still holding the struggling criminal. “God damn heroes!” He yelled as he tried to push Izuku away. “Huh?” Deku squeaked as he pushed the criminal against the wall. “Y/N! What happened?”

You fell against your back. “Oof!” You say up once again then a loud thud came from next to you. You looked over to see a giant red shoe. “What the-?” It was then that you realized that you were a half inch tall.

“Deku! Deku!” You tried calling out, but it was no use. He couldn’t hear your tiny voice. “Oh no..” He winced. “Get off me!” The criminal flailed against Izuku’s grip. Deku just sighed and hit him in the back of the neck, knocking him out. He placed the thug against the wall and started to scan the floor. “Y/N, where are you?!”

Everything felt like a major earthquake. At your size, any movement could be sensed. You quickly ran behind a plank of wood and clung to it for dear life. Suddenly a loud stomping sound was coming towards the room. “Where the hell is Y/N?! I’ve been waiting for them for a half hour!” A booming, yet familiar voice yelled.

In came Bakugo with another knocked out crook slung over his shoulder. “I don’t know, Kacchan. They were trying to shrink this criminal I had over here, but I think their quirk must’ve backfired.” Izuku said worriedly. “Ya think?!” Bakugo barked back. He took a deep breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll find them.”

He had around a few other times when your quirk backfired, so he knew exactly what you would do. Bakugo started to look around for any place that could offer you shelter. “Over there.” He pointed to the plank of wood. Bakugo then crouched down and removed the piece of wood.

You jumped when you first saw him moving the board, but you quickly calmed down when you saw that it was just him. “Oh! Bakugo!” You chuckled lightly. “Guess you found me.” A low growl came from him. Bakugo moved his hand closer to you, beckoning for you to come.

Not wanting to anger him any further, you crawled into his oversized palm. He then lifted you up closer to his face. “How many missions have you been on for the last three days?” Bakugo growled. You scratched the back of your neck nervously. “I’ve been on a few..” He narrowed his eyes angrily. “How many?!”

“S-seven.” You fell back out of fright. Bakugo ran his other hand through his hair and growled, “Oh come on! You know you can’t overwork yourself! Why would you do all those missions?” He stared at you with fiery eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” You shook nervously. He took notice of your fear and sighed. “Come on. Let’s get you pouched.” Your eyes widened when you heard this. Although your quirk backfiring is usually very annoying, you did enjoy this part of it.

Bakugo moved you closer to his maw and dropped you inside. You landed on his tongue gently and sat up eagerly. The familiar warmth was very comforting and soothing to you. He slowly tilted his head back and swallowed.

You softly slid into the soft tunnel. Your body was gently carried deeper into Bakugo’s body. It had just enough constriction to hold you still, but it wasn’t suffocating. A few seconds passed and you finally reached his belly.

Bakugo’s stomach was like a small pouch that held you gently. It was soft and plush like a weighted blanket. You moved a bit to get more comfortable and you laid down against the soft flesh. A soft sigh came from the young hero.

“There. I swear you and Deku have the same problem.” Bakugo huffed as he put a hand on his belly. “We’ll just have to carry these criminals ourselves!” Deku said enthusiastically as he slung the other thug on his shoulder.

“Shut up, nerd!” Bakugo picked up the thug that he had. The two heroes made their way through the building’s doors and started the path back to their agencies. “Hey, Bakugo. What exactly were they doing there anyway?”

Bakugo chuckled softly. “They had a meth lab.” “Really?!” Izuku didn’t seem to find it funny. He just seemed concerned. Of course, you chuckled to yourself as you gently rubbed the stomach walls. You listened to the soft heartbeat and gurgles of Bakugo’s body. Slowly but surely, they lulled you into a deep slumber.

[shotos-angelic-whore]

Episode Two || What It Takes to Be a Hero

CW: swearing (I think that’s it.)

Masterlist

Waking up from my nap, I make my way into the living room to see Aizawa watching the news; his usual stoic face showing shock. “What villain is attacking now?” I question, flopping down beside him.

My eyes immediately widen and I’m on the edge of my seat. “Bakugo?!” I exclaim as I see what’s on the screen; Bakugo, wrapped up in some goo-like villain’s grasp.

The Heroes on the scene can’t do much, considering Bakugo’s Quirk is causing so much damage to the surrounding area and their Quirks aren’t suited for the villain.

I watch the scene on the edge of my seat. Despite how much I hate Bakugo, I don’t think he deserves to die.

Suddenly Izuku is running toward the villain. “Izuku, you idiot!” I scream at the TV.

He throws his backpack at the glob, distracting him enough to give Bakugo some air. He digs at the glob of a man, saying something to Bakugo with tears in his eyes.

I watch, desperately hoping, praying to whatever God is out there, that they both make it out of this alive.

Izuku is my best friend, I can’t lose him.

Bakugo is- well- Bakugo—but he’s only fourteen and has plenty of time for character development in his life.

Izuku is all I have besides Aizawa.

Despite my parents being awful people, they’re still my parents and I do miss the good moments.

Like when my mom took me to the mall for the first time and got my ears pierced. Granted that was money from stolen goods, but that money was meant for bills and she used it on me instead.

I know my parents love me, and I love them even though they used me for me Quirk for four years. They still made sure I was fed and had a roof over my head.

I forward my attention back to the television, All Might stands there with Izuku and Bakugo in his one hand punching the villain with a Detroit Smash with the other.

His punch causing a whirl of wind in the air, eventually causing it to rain.

Izuku and Bakugo lay on the ground behind him as All Might stands up, holding his right fist up in the air.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as they are confirmed OK, wiping away the tears I didn’t know had fallen.

About an hour later, when the news report cycles, I pull out my phone and call Izuku. He picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Evelyn-”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?” I scream into the phone.

“Oh- you saw the news.”

“Yeah, I woke up from my nap to my guardian watching it. You shouldn’t have done that.“

“I know, but my feet just moved on their own. I couldn’t just stand there and watch Kacchan die.”

“Deku!” I hear in the distance.

“Kacchan?” Izuku questions a panting Bakugo.

“Listen. I would never ask for a weakling like you to help me. Don’t think you can look down on me. Huh? Got that?! I was fine by myself.” I hear Bakugo exclaim at Midoriya. “You’re just a Quirk-less failure who won’t even cut it as a rent-a-cop! You didn’t help me. You did nothing. Don’t forget it. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Damn. He just saved your life and you’re gonna be that rude.” I say.

“What was that?” Izuku questions, to himself.

“Kacchan is right though. It’s not like I actually did anything to help today.”

“Izuku Midoriya,” I say sternly. “You helped. If it weren’t for you he would’ve died. Don’t let his hatred blur your vision.”

“I AM HERE!” All Might?

“All Might! Where’d you come from?” The sound of his phone hitting the ground rings through my ears. “How’d you get rid of all those reporters?”

All Might laughs before saying: “I stand for justice! Not soundbites. Because I. I am All Mi-” He’s interrupted by a cough, Izuku screaming afterward.

“Young man. I came here to thank you.” Thank him? What the fuck is going on? “And also to discuss your question from earlier.”

“Huh?”

“If you hadn’t told me about your life… if you hadn’t run into that fight… I would’ve been a worthless bystander watching from the crowd. So thanks.”

“Oh no! It was my fault he was there to begin with.”

Izuku what? I stay silent and listen to the conversation. I should hang up, but I’m too nosey.

“I got in the way of your hard work. I wasted your energy.” His energy? “And.. not to mention your time.”

“I’m not done. You told me you didn’t have a power. So when I saw this timid, Quirk-less boy try to save a life. It inspired me to act too.”

I hear Izuku gasp lightly, the sound of his feet moving.

“There are stories about every hero. How they became great. Most have one thing in common.” A beat passes. “Their bodies moved before they had a chance to think. Almost on their own.”

I listen closely, turning my phone’s volume up a bit, to hear Izuku sniffle.

Oh great. He’s crying.

“And today, that’s what happened to you.”

I hear Izuku falls to his knees, his crying becoming louder as he gets closer to the phone.

“Young man. You, too, can become a hero.”

Oh God, now he’s sobbing.

I decide to hang up at that point, I don’t like it when he cries. Even good cries. He just cries so much. I love him to death though.

But god is he a crybaby.

[kaphyr]

KRDK Excerpt | The Long Defeat Ch 43

“Loving other people without a script is scary. [It] involves being willing to let go of guarantees―and love and trust your partners anyway.” ― Franklin Veaux, More Than Two: A Practical Guide to Ethical Polyamory

Izuku gets fucked. Part 1.

Fic Link: The Long Defeat

KRDK Excerpt

Eijirō has to leave soon.

“How much time is left?” Izuku steals another bite of beef while Eijirō’s looking at his phone.

“Uh… twenty minutes? But I can ask Fujiki-san―my PR―to pick me up from here. So, half an hour?” When Eijirō looks up, he catches Izuku stealing another bite and smiles.

“We should be quick then.”

In less than 10 minutes, they’ve finished eating, piling up all the bowls onto the tray and have wheeled it out. Izuku sets the mood, playing slowed and reverbed music on the surround system and finally, finally, Izuku is sinking down on his cock. 

Izuku wasn’t thinking of taking him to the hilt, but whatever Kacchan did last night left him so soft and open he can even breathe with him all the way up in his lungs. 

“You okay?” Eijirō looks up at him, face slack but for a little frown.

Izuku lifts a little and sinks back down with a moan; his legs are way more sore than he realized. “Yeah, just―” He lifts again, legs trembling a bit, but Eijirō catches him by the hips.

“Wanna lie down instead?”

Izuku bites the inside of his cheek; even if he’s no longer hungover, he’s still tired. “Sorry, it doesn’t hurt, I’m just a little tired, I guess.” He rises and sits back down with a sigh.

“That’s fine; want me to help?” Eijirō repositions his hands and lifts him and―

Oh. Izuku nods and Eijirō pulls him, uses him, like a doll, like a flesh-light― No. ―like he wants him. Like Izuku’s made for him. Like he can’t get enough. 

Red lightning sparkles around him and Izuku breathes out, eyes wide with wonder. He passes a hand through it and even though he’s too slow to catch it, static prickles at his fingertips. 

“De―Deku,” Eijirō calls.

Izuku looks down at him, at where his eyes are so bright. The light hits just right for Izuku to get lost in them. His face is flushed. His lips parted and dewy. In the periphery, it’s like tiny red fireworks.

God, he’s so cute. “Ei,” Izuku calls back.

“I wanna―can I? I wanna cum.” He pulls and lifts and his cock’s so big in Izuku. “You look so―I wanna lay you down and fuck my cum into you.”

Izuku nods and Eijirō lowers him down on his dick and presses them together until they are flush and Izuku’s whining. He flips them over, gently, one hand holding him, the other pressed against the bed―because, of course, Eijirō can easily handle him with just one arm.

Eijirō pulls at his legs and Izuku wraps them around him. “I like how you squeeze when you’re into it.” 

He blushes, squeezes, and Eijirō smiles, biting his lower lip. 

Izuku waits for him to take off the condom, but he doesn’t. He just sinks deep, deep, deep and leans down to take his lips. They half-kiss, half-moan into each other’s mouths. 

Eijirō feels big but not insurmountable. Just fills him up until there’s nothing left, no space even for thoughts. And his kisses are so gentle, so careful―Izuku can’t help but drag his nails down his back. He leans further down, still rocking slow and achingly deep. Kisses down his throat, down his shoulder until Izuku can feel his lips on the bite Kacchan gave him before they went down to the rankings. 

Izuku tries not to breathe too fast, tries to keep moaning as he had, but Eijirō just kisses that bruise and goes back to his neck. Izuku lets out a breath and takes Eijirō’s face in his hands. His eyes are a little unfocused, his lips a little more plump than when he arrived. Izuku kisses him and Eijirō gets a little heavier on him, fucks a little harder and Izuku grunts into his mouth with every thrust. 

Just as they lose rhythm, Eijirō reaches down and strokes at Izuku’s hard dick, hand going unsteady when he groans and grinds against Izuku. Izuku’s dick is still sore from Kacchan torturing it, but the sting feels just as good as it did last night. Eijirō doesn’t stop stroking, doesn’t stop kissing Izuku, not until, he’s digging his nails in his back and squeezing his thighs and shooting cum on both their stomachs.

Eijirō touches his forehead to Izuku’s and they both close their eyes as they pant.

[luvbugs-blog]

getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

It was an accident, really. You guys had just gotten finished a particularly hard training period, and the two of you had decided to go out on a date. However, you insisted that you had to get changed first because you refused to go out all sweaty. He agreed, and the two of you went your separate ways.

15 minutes had passed, and you had changed into something very cute and comfy. You heard a small knock as you packed your small bag to bring with you.

"Come in!"

Your handsome boyfriend entered the room looking as god-like as ever. He walked up to you and you just melted against him.

"You smell so good, Sho." You look up at him and he blushes.

"Thanks, love. You look so pretty." Next, it was your turn to blush. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." He's so romantic.

"Hm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." He leans down to give you a little kiss, which you return without hesitation. But that little kiss turns into something more when you wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. He clings to you like it's a sin to ever be parted. All was going well when your childhood friend, Midoryia walked in without knocking to show you whatever new gadget he got. The two of you parted when you heard the door open, but it wasn't quick enough. Midoriya just kept spewing apologies that the two of you had to laugh.

"We'll finish this later," Shoto tells you, before escorting your friend out of your room.

Izuku Midoryia

The two of you were training together one day after school. Throwing punches and kicks at each other, neither of you yielding. Until one kick from Izuku meets the side of face, throwing you to the ground.

He immediately rushes over to you, crouching over you, hands shaking.

"Baby! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it was an accident and I totally didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, please don't leave me, I love you-,"

"BABE! Chill! This is what happens when two people spar. And I love you too." Apparently, that last thing was too much for him, because he turned a bright red. Before snatching you up in his lap.

"Izuku, what are you- hmph!" He shoved his lips against yours, and you felt wetness on your cheeks.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sniffed.

"I never want to lose you. I'm so sorry babe."

"You'll never lose me, baby. Promise." You give him a small kiss, and he runs with it. He holds you so close and tight, but you feel so safe with him. You melt into him and kiss him back with the same rigor.

"Shitty Deku, I'm here to spar- AHH!" Izuku springs up. "Kacchan! What are you doing?" He starts to walk toward him, but Bakugo just turned and left.

He turned to you. "Uh oh." You just laugh. That's your weirdo.

Hanta Sero

Cuddled up in his surprisingly comfortable hammock, the two of you were watching Wednesday.

"Jenna Ortega is so pretty," you sigh. Sero holds you closer to him. "You're gorgeous, darling." He kisses the side of your head.

"I never said I was ugly! What are you trying to say to me?" You giggle, trying to push him off of you, but he continued his love assault.

"I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you."

"I love you too, you weirdo." You managed to roll out of the hammock, and he glares at you playfully. You start trying to recreate Wednesday's dance, and he just laughs at you.

"You try to do any better!"

"I won't try. I'll do better."

"Well, them, let me see!"

He wiggled a little bit with his hands above his head and looked like a goof doing it. "Wooooow, how amazing you are."

"Hey! No sarcasm." He tried to do a little spin, but ended up falling onto you.

"You are very good at this dancing thing." He grins at you, but doesn't move. "Uh, are you going to get up?"

"Nope. I find it quite comfortable here." He props himself up on his forearms, and presses a kiss to your lips. You pull your arms over his back and pull him into you. The two of you were really going at it until Denki bursts in, complaining about Bakugo.

Sero pulls off of you and kinda shields you behind his back. But the two of you are still fully clothed... oh well, it was kinda romantic and heroic of him.

"Woaaaah, hey man I'm so sorry. The two of you couldn't even make it to your bed?" Sero shoots his tape at Denki, completely covering his face.

"Sorry, lovebug. What if we continue this in Denki's dorm?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." The two of you run out of his room giggling and holding hands. The next day when you see Denki, his eyebrows are gone. As well as the small mustache he was trying to grow. He was not happy.

Eijiro Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in denki's room with the rest of the gang, watching mina and sero frantically try to beat each other in mortal kombat.

"HA! raiden is the worst!" mina squeals as her character lands a punch.

"oh yeah? well," sero pauses, trying to think of a good comeback, "i think kitana is stupid." mina gasps before launching at him, effectively distracting his player before winning.

you giggled, watching your friends make a fool of themselves. but your giggling didn't last long when sero threw mina up off of him, making her land of the end-table by the chairs you and kirishima were sitting on. your coke which had previously been sitting there was now on your shirt and lap. you stand up quickly, but the shirt had already soaked all the way through, becoming a bit see through, which kirishima noticed. he quickly ushered you to denki's bathroom while mina is shouting apologies behind him.

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

"yes, of course! it was just a little spill." you turn to look at the damage in the mirror, thinking that you will probably need to borrow a shirt from denki's closet. you angle your body a little bit, when your eyes meet kirishima's in the mirror. he blushes a little bit, and you figure out why. the now see-through shirt was showing your bra. you turn and wink at him.

"my night in shining armour!" you giggle, throwing your arms around him. He places a small kiss on your head, on your cheek, and finally on the place you wanted.

you kissed him back with fervor, before backing up and taking the wet shirt off. making a little show out of it, kirishima whistled at your display.

you twirled for him before wrapping your arms back around his neck, and he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. the two of you continued until bakugo starts banging at the door, causing the both of you to jump.

"the two of you extras better get the fuck out so I can take a piss."

"only if I can borrow denki's shirt!" you yelled back, arms still around his neck.

"woah, woah. you can have mine," kirishima says, pulling away to take off his shirt. he throws the shirt at you, and when you are decent he opens the door, flashing his pecs to his friends.

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

author's note: there will be a part two!! including bakugo, denki, hitoshi, iida, and tamaki! stay tuned!

[todoshotoroki]

𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, edging, smudge of angst, mentions of Bakugou, f reader x jealous Todoroki.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 2.4k

   It wasn't fair. This wasn't at all fair, and it wasn't your fault either. At least you didn't think you did anything wrong. You didn't expect for your usually soft-spoken, gentle boyfriend to be so upset with you the second you walked into your dorm. He was unusually quiet, more so than normal. When you had sat down next to him on the bed, you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder with a concerned frown. “Sho? Are you alright?” His eyes were covered from his bangs, the hand you placed on his shoulder coming up to gently scoop them out of his eyes, only then did he look up at you.

   “No. Not really” He admitted coldly, his eyebrows furrowing as his hand found its place on your calf, his warm fingers slowly trailing down to grip your ankle. To be honest, you should have seen it coming when he yanked your leg, pulling you over into his lap. To say the sudden position flustered you was a bit of an understatement, but you were still concerned about your boyfriends sour expression. And you had yet to get an explanation. “What's wrong? Tell me?”

   You squirmed to get more comfortable in his lap, your hands now settled on his shoulders. Shoto sighed, as if in disappointment, and his own fingers curled around your waist, gently but firmly grasping your hips. “How do you not know, darling?” His voice was quiet, but stern as one hot, one cold hand slowly drifted downwards, slipping under your skirt and tracing the line of your lace panties.

   As much as you tried to focus on what you could have done to emit such a reaction from your boyfriend, it was clear to you now that his intentions were not so innocent. “After all, it’s all your fault.” He admitted, though his eyes weren't looking at you as he leaned up against the pillows on the bed. He was watching as his hand drifted to the front of your skirt, flipping it up over your hips. A small, content sigh fell past his lips and his eyebrows furrowed as he got a good look at the cute lace adorning your skin. You were just so pretty.

   “Let me” His whispered, his fingers already curling to pull your panties to the side. Todoroki couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek to conceal the groan bubbling in his chest at the sight of your bare cunt leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants.

   You let out a shaky breath, gripping his shoulders tighter as the hands on your hips began to rock your waist against his. You released a quiet moan as you felt the pressure of his hard cock through his pants, leaning forward, you rested your chin against his shoulder. “What did I do? Sho-” His name leaving your mouth ended in a moan as you ground your hips into his, desperately seeking more friction. 

   Too bad his hands tightened around your waist to pause your movements, as if you had suddenly reminded him of how angry he was supposed to be at you.

   “I should punish you” He responded, completely ignoring your question. You almost weren't sure if he had heard you correctly, but the fingernails digging into your waist said otherwise. Well, you definitely heard him, and his uncharacteristically demanding tone set every part of your body ablaze.  Before you were given the time to respond, he flipped you around in his lap, cherishing the small ‘oomph-’ that left your lips in the process. 

   “P-punish me?”

   Luckily, now that you were not facing him, he could give the faintest hint of a smile behind his smirking.

   “Don't be afraid honey, I could never be mean to you” Although his tone was laced with kindness and warmth, underlying his voice was a condescending double standard, one that sent a shiver up your spine as he pulled your back flush against his chest. “Up” His hot breath fanned across the back of your neck, making the rest of your body rise with goosebumps.

   You lifted your hips, and he tauntingly pulled your panties down your legs, teasingly tracing them across your skin to bring them back up. “Good girl” You could hear the smile in his voice as he purred, making your cheeks redder then they already were. He set his hands back down on your hips. “Oh. though, you haven't been very good today I suppose” 

   You squirmed in his lap, frowning at the reminder that there's something you did to deserve this. Even more now, did you want to find out. You had never seen Shoto like this before, so teasing. He was always such a giver when it came to sexual activities. “I’m sorry Sho, whatever I did I'm sorry” Your voice was already running out of breath. How pathetic.

   “Oh? And what exactly did you do, Y/n? Do you even know?” As you shifted your hips once more, Todoroki's hand slipped between the two of you, his fingers tightly gripping his sweatpants and boxers and pulling them down enough for his hard cock to slap between your plush thighs. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his naked skin against your own, even if both of you were still technically still clothed. “I don't.. Please, tell me” You asked quietly.

   Todoroki hummed, his fingers unbuttoning the shirt of your school uniform expertly as he pondered his response. “No. Figure it out yourself” He demanded, pulling your shirt down your sides and tossing it across the room. You frowned, biting your tongue as your face creased thoughtfully, distractedly. 

   You could barely even remember what you did today, with how his warm hand inched closer to your clit like that. 

   “This isn’t fair” You protested, gripping onto the arm he had circled around your waist to keep your backside flush with his chest. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, getting the perfect view of his jawline. “I think it's fair” He responded, his fingers reaching between the two of you, gripping onto his cock to align the tip with your clit. 

   You could feel the tip of Shoto’s hard cock pulsing against your clit, and the way you instinctively ground your hips against his made the rest of his cock wet with your juices. Your boyfriend could act tough all he wanted, but the way his eyes were fixated on the sight between you and the small gasp that left his lips were telltale signs of how much he was truly enjoying his time teasing you. 

   Apparently you had been caught staring, because you were met with heterochromia eyes and flushed cheeks looking right back at you. The teasing smile that graced his lips made you want to get on your knees thank whatever god put you in this position. “Enjoying yourself?” He whispered, tilting his head forward to press his lips against yours, pulling away just enough to give you room to respond. “Yes” You admitted quietly, pressing your lips to his.

   His lips were so soft, and his tongue grazed your bottom lip. As soon as you opened your mouth to give him entry, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours with a suddenly serious, stern, cold glare. “You shouldn't be” The arm he tightened around your waist lifted your hips, suddenly aligning his cock and swiftly piercing himself into you. Both of you let out a gasp of ecstasy, Todoroki’s hands tightening on your hips. 

   “A-Ah, Sho- Shoto- ohh” Your eyelids fluttered shut, and your nails dug into the milky skin of his thighs beneath you in an attempt to ground yourself. Only he could make you feel so lightheaded and cloudy so quickly. His hot panting on the back of your neck caused a ripple to shudder through your body, your back slightly arching off his chest. He was quick to ground you, pulling you back against him before you could move. “No, stay, baby” He demanded softly against the crook of your neck. 

   Your insides felt like something Shoto Todoroki would never be able to experience with anybody but you. Nobody could light a flame inside his stomach like you did, you provided a warmth that he never had growing up, and one he would never find with his friends, despite how he appreciated them. They still weren't you. 

   “M-move Shoto, please” You quiet begs were met with nothing but silence. You pressed your back further into his chest, tilting your head to nuzzle at his jawline. Delicately placing kisses wherever you see fit. Todoroki had his eyes closed, but the labored breaths and the redness of his cheeks were enough to convey his emotions. “Please, please, fuck me already Sho”

   Finally, he provided a response. “Fucking is a reward, and you haven't been good” 

   You fucked up. Whatever you did, it was a fuck up.

   You could do no harm in Shoto Todoroki’s eyes, your classmates claimed you could run away with the league of villains and he would still be waiting on his knees for you to come back with open arms. 

   But he had never used this as a punishment, nor had fucking ever been a reward before. He was always soft when making love with you. 

   Your kisses slowly ceased, releasing shaky, uneven breaths against the underside of his jaw. That, mixed with the warmness of being nestled deep inside of your cunt, was almost enough for him to cum if he basked in it long enough. Though, he knew he’d be able to hold off. After all, he still couldn't get the picture of you with him out of his goddamn head. 

   “T-Todo, but I want you to..” Your words trailed off with a needy whine as your lover placed warm kisses along your cheek, then one more on your lips.

   “Tell me what you did wrong, then you can apologize for it” 

   Fuck. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of something to jog your memory. Then, your eyes landed on the orange notebook sitting on your desk. 

   Bakugou. He was jealous of your study session with Katsuki Bakugou. 

   “You.. mean, Bakugou-”

   “Bakugou?” Todoroki’s voice was laced with stone cold venom. His fingernails creased crescent shaped marks into your skin, causing you to grit your teeth and look up at him with wide eyes. “Don't you mean your precious friend Kacchan?” He practically growled in your ear, and you could feel the heat of his left hand rising as it pressed into your hip, your body freezing cold on the other side from his tight grip. 

   Oh. You DID call Bakugou by his childhood nickname. 

   You opened your mouth to reply and explain yourself, tell him that you did that to mock the nickname, but your voice was at a loss and suddenly failing you. You didn't need to speak though, because Shoto quickly filled the quietness by growling into your ear once more. “Your lucky I don't bend you over the bed and really punish you, since you want to be such a brat” 

   He meant it, you could hear it in the coldness of his voice.

   He leaned back, shoving you to sit upright in his lap and lying down on his back against the plush comforter. His hands gripped the base of your hips, and you leaned forward, gripping Todoroki’s pale, soft thighs for support. “Don't you have anything to say? Don't you want to apologize to me?” 

   His words fell on deaf ears as he finally, finally fucking rolled his hips into yours with a long, meaningful thrust. “Oh-oh fuck- just like that Sho” You leaned your head back, giving into a beautiful arch as Todoroki groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him.

   “Oh? Mmph- You mean like this?”

   He gave another hard, sensual thrust that kissed your cervix, making your legs feel like jello on each side of his hips. It was magical, the way his cock brushed against the walls of your insides with each savored stroke.

   “Turn around baby, look at me”  You scrambled to do as you were told, to make sure you were good for him. You adjusted yourself in his lap, sinking back down onto his cock as he propped both his knees up behind you for leverage. He had unbuttoned his shirt at some point, giving you access to his toned chest underneath your fingertips.

   Slowly, you began to grind your hips into his, relishing in the surprised facial expression that flew across his face at the sudden movement. “Shoo, I want you, so bad” Your eyes were watery as you pleaded with him, your desperate cunt needily sucking his cock into your plush walls. Though his tightening hold refrained anymore of your movements.

   “Say it Y/n” His tone was desperate, and his eyes were quick to portray how much he actually needed your reassurance. “Tell me your sorry. That he can't love you like I do” His eyes were half-lidded, glossy as they stared up at you. 

   Your heart sliced in half at making Todoroki feel even comparable to your explosive classmate, and you leaned forward to hover over him. As if it was instinct, his hands rested along the curve of your ass, one reaching down to brush his fingertips across your clit, ghosting over the spot where his cock was currently impaling you. “Never, never Sho, he’ll never even be able to compete, I swear.” You admitted, peppering needy kisses along his jawline. 

   “I'm sorry Shoto, I'm so sorry I made you feel that way baby” You could tell he was soaking up every word, his eyes fluttering open to look up at you every time you finished your sentence, watching you in hopes that you'd only speak more. “I love you so much, so much Sho” You leaned your forehead against his, your eyes glimmering as your lips ghosted over his. “Please forgive me Shoto, he can’t love me, can’t fuck me like you can, just please”

   “Yeah, he can't” Hearing you beg for his forgiveness must have been his breaking point, because his hips lifted up off the bed just enough to move himself inside of you, a small moan falling past his swollen lips. “I love you baby” He responded, his arms coming up to circle around your waist, in the process giving him the best angle to pull his cock out, only to thrust it back into your hot mess.

   Just when you thought your night had finally begun, Todoroki had to pause just one more time, and whisper one more dirty little command in your ear.

   “Oh, and I may be fucking you now” His words were slightly muffled as his teeth nibbled along your bottom lip.    

 “But don't you dare think about cumming tonight”   

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒:  “𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[mysteriesmuse]

Houseboat Holiday! Fish Feeding Frenzy 🍽️🫀🐟

“Alright, I’ll leave you kids to it. Let us know when you find a good fishing spot.” you grinned waving a hand, “ok Uncle Masaru!” “Bye Mr. Bakugou!” ———

“yea, yeah, we’ll find the best damn fishing spot . . .”

You turned to Katsuki clad in a tank-top and khakis. His blonde spiky hair rustling in the breeze. Katsuki’s bulky pro hero frame crouched as he had his nose buried into the map. “Pops is just saying that because he knows it’ll take us forever,” he said, red eyes tracing the lines. In the captains chair Izuku grinned, nudging your leg with his elbow, “But it’ll be fun, right Y/N?” Your own lips turned into a smile as Izuku hastily reached up to tuck a fly-away curl of hair off his forehead and back into his transparent plastic All Might visor. “Of course! As long as we can see where we’re going,” you teased. You tucked another stray curl into his hat with your own hand. And he failed at holding in a snicker at the summery additions to your lovely face, to which you appropriately flicked his shoulder for. The outdoors captains station was set on top of the boat. It held all the same equipment as the one downstairs inside the ship. The outdoors station was a nice way to enjoy the nicer weather out at sea. The sparkling sea and just the right amount of sun on your face. This station was set underneath a little shaded fabric roofing.

That didn’t stop Katsuki from forcibly smearing a line of sunscreen across the top of your cheeks and nose. I mean Izuku didn’t even receive any and Katsuki himself only had the touristy line across his nose! Not that anybody would see it within the next hour because he was gonna have his nose buried the entire time as he directed Izuku to what looked like the best fishing spot.

Of course that would always be stopped by your vetoing. You were always mandated to fishing-spot duty because of your quirk . . . and the boys always insisted on joining you. It was obviously a man thing.

——— “Ok. If you move 13 degrees northwest then she’ll be heading straight towards this - “ Kats paused waving a hand around in the air, “it’s some giant seasonal breeding for a bunch a’ fish.” “Aye aye captain.” He saluted. Looking across the dashboard flipping knobs and calibrating the compass. You leaned against the railing staring out at the great big blue that surrounded you, giving a side-eye back, “Isn’t he technically captain right now?” Izuku stammered up, “well I’m still following orders.” “hmm, guess that true,” you hummed, pushing off the railing and scooted over next to Katsuki, “show me where we’re going.” Mr. Grouchy Pants humbly obliged. Well that was certainly new. He leaned in and moved his arms down so you could see it, “We’re heading here now. Should be a lot of fish according to the thick-ass fishing tome in the drawer.” he jutted his thumb over toward the drawers by the captains chair. Izuku perked up to look at y’all hovering over the map, “Kacchan, Are you making a jab at those printed copies of mission statement papers that we had to pack?” “Course I am. Couldn’t get it done before the trip so -“

“- so we had to bring them along. It’s really loooong paperwork,” Izuku made eye contact with you, “luckily we have two missions that we did together in the car and we just copied each other.” “Fascinating, tell. . .” thump-thump. Th. Thuuump. thu. Ump. thump. thump. thump-thump thump.

too many stuttering heartbeats. they all clamored for your attention. all sounding like a stuttering snare. there must be a freaking feeding frenzy happening right under your feet. Right now. “Can I just - oh. my. god.” You yelped, causing Katsuki to flinch right next to you. Kacchan and Izuku both looked at each other with knowing look you missed as you scrambled. You had your hands clamped over your ears. Izuku lifted an arm out of the way for you to jump into his lap. hands still clamped, you shuttered, “swing left, there’s a big feeding frenzy happening right under us.” You sat in his lap. Clenching your eyes shut as you tried not to focus on the murderous assault on your ears. You could feel Izuku hurriedly put his other hand back on the steering wheel and hear how he started flipping all the switches to turn the boat around. You kept your eyes closed and your ear covered. Your senses flooded with bickering atop of . . . everything else . . . well needless to say death amplified was a horrible sound. Katsuki immediately argued, “but we have to go in that direction.” “Grr! Kacchan, lay off.” you flinched, it was uncommon for him to stand up to your friend.

you glimpsed up as Izuku peered down at you with those kind emerald eyes, “are you sure Y/N?” You stared up at them. Katsuki with his arms crossed staring down at you from over Izuku’s shoulder. A blank face. Then in front of you was Izuku. Caring eyes and a slight frown on the corner of his lip. Curly hair dancing behind that goofy fanboy visor that shadowed his face full of freckles in red, blue, and yellow light. there was a reason they called him the next All Might.

. . . But that hat may be a tad much.

——

“yeah I’m sure,” you flinched.

Katsuki raised his eyebrows and puffed a hot stream of air out of his nose that reached the top of your head.

You sighed, “there’s not gonna be any fish left. The sharks or whatever are moving in that direction already.” He huffed again, “alright then. go around for now. Y’er always right.”

——— you sighed, Izuku’s arms circling around you as he finished redirecting the ship. “this is my least favorite part . . .” you mumbled. “me too,” he said, the breeze changed. “I know it must sound terrible.” You peered around to see katsuki burying himself into the map again. You simply nodded and laid your head against his shoulder. and a warm hand came to gently rub up and down you arm. Goosebumps prickled under his hot and calloused touch. Izuku rested his chin on the top of your head, “listen all you want.” A invitation to stay there and focus on the familiar heartbeat underneath your head.

“Want me to talk?” “Go for it! Nerd’s a good rambler.” You rolled your eyes feeling a giant fall against your side as Izuku sighed from Kacchans typical, but not so helpful response. “yes please, what are those big tomes about?” You listened to the rush of air, “well we need to record our missions for dexterity and last week was a nightmare. Some crazy villain-“

“What do ya mean ‘villain’ it was a whole damn drug organization, Deku!” “ok so well it started off as one guy and he led us to the rest of the organization. But we didn’t know it at the time. Happy?” “Ya’ go back to your story. And don’t leave out the good parts.” “Ok, so we come across this one guy. He’s been milling around the mall parking lot for days. There’s this huge van and everything . . . We’ve been watching him for months now . . . has a, um, how do I explain it?” “just say previous record.” “Yea he has a previous record at the local police department. And -“

“Ahem - Deku?” “Right! So y/n what happened before that is actually really important to make the story work . . . “ ——— An oceans breeze tickled your face, a friends hand sanding down your army of goosebumps, a salty tint to the air, a new story told in the most typical “Wonder Duo” fashion. Yourself cozied up on a friends lap, funny colors shading your freckled arm that was still being loving stroked. The funny weight of Deku talking on top of your head. A full cocooning of sound, heartbeat and voice surrounding your preciously sensitive head. The frenzy of stuttering heartbeats fading in the distance as you sailed away.

[bonbonthedragon]

Miraculous Blobulous

Pro!bakugou x Fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, yelling, more fluff, crack

Summary: bakugou is proud of the blob

Note:… um…hey…yeah

“KATSUKI!”

A sudden thud echoed through the hall, papers falling after and a head poking out. Another followed and kirishima and deku looked over at you. Kamanari, picking himself up off the floor, then joined in and gripped the edge of his office room, soon everyone was staring questioningly and worryingly.

You gave your friends a baffled look, throwing your hands in the air as if they were stupid “WHERES MY HUSBAND?!”

Before they could open their mouths, said husband came grumbling out of the elevator, soot soaking his clothes and the color on his suit now black too. He coughed, removing his mask and taking a heavy step. Once he did he gasped, a hurdling weight bumping into him and sending him down and onto the floor. He hurriedly wrapped his arms around it, cushioning who ever body slammed him before he yelled at how idiotic they were. But then he saw that idiot was you.

“Hey Kacchan” Kamanari said mockingly with a smirk “(y/n)s here, she wants to see you.”

“Yeah dip ship I see that-“ he looked down at you, sitting up with his hands on your waist “what-“

“LOOK AT OUR BLOB!” And you shoved the picture in his face. Bakugou grabbed it, taking it from you to get a better look at what you just shoved in front of him. While he looked you only continued to crawl more on top of him, getting around to look at the photo with him and point at the grayish white illuminate figure in the middle. His brows furrowed, staring hard at the paper only for them to widen quickly and realize the paper he was holding was an ultrasound.

Slowly bakugou turned his head to stare at you, “what…”

Looking back at him you rolled your eyes “okay I know it’s not a full baby yet but look! Little blob baby!” You took the photo closer to your eyes, studying it “Now I know I’m a surgeon but I really can’t make this out too well- after all I’m only 8 weeks in- so-“ you pointed at an end “I think this may be her head- well- assuming it’s going to be a girl-“

“Your pregnant?” The blond croaked, searching your eyes

You gave him a dumb look, snorting “yeah” you giggled, looking up just to see your other friends with wide eyes. That’s when you froze, looking back at your husband, realizing “oh…that’s what I forgot.”

Bakugou blinked a few times before grabbing your shoulders, making your mouth shut and stare back, he switched from your left to right eye, holding his breath until he choked “you…” he placed a dirty soot covered, yet gentle, hand on your stomach “your pregnant?” He asked again in disbelief

you gave a wobbly smile “surpriseeeee…heh”

The longer he looked at you the more your smile dissipated. He finally spoke again “I…it’s mine?- it’s ours?” He asked again

Again your grin appeared, nodding like a child and trying hard not to let your body bounce form excitement. He gripped the paper and you, using that hero strength you loved so much and stood up, you squeaked. Bakugou gave the photo a prideful smirk “THATS MY BLOB!”

“HELL YEAH!” You yelled too

He began with you down the hall, skipping his office and passing the others all the while shoving the ultrasound in each of their faces like he did back then when he won the sports Festival a second time in a row with the medal, “THATS OUR FUCKING BLOB. LOOK AT IT! I MADE THAT! ME AND HER! LIKE FUCKING GODS!”

His assistant came in, shrieking and papers flying when bakugou, you sitting on his arm and his other with the photo, came around the corner suddenly “LOOK!”

The woman began to shake, fixing her glasses and nodding along “that’s gr-great s-sir”

“YOUR BET YOUR ASS IT IS!” He yelled once more, “TELL DAMN SHITTYHAIR AND THE OTHERS IM TAKING THE DAY OFF EARLY.”

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PITA Ch. 15

MINORS DNI

Warnings: NSFW, daddy kink, graphic sex, mirror sex, dom/sub tendencies, est. relationship

A.N.: Thank you all for being so patient. I love and appreciate you all 🖤 I’m finally in a place that I can write peacefully so I hope to finish this series within the next chapter or two. But really, fucking thank you for sticking around. This isn’t the last chapter so stay tuned, bbies 🖤

Reminder: Y/N talking, Y/N thinking, Bakugo talking, Bakugo thinking

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An exasperated huff leaves your lips as you flop onto the couch in the lobby of the shelter, "Ugh what the hell do you get someone that can just go buy whatever they want whenever they want?"

Layla laughs, "Babes, he'll love whatever you get him. It's the thought that counts, ya know?"

"Exactly, N/N. Kacchan is actually sentimental as you've witnessed. Knowing you wanted to get him something for his birthday at all would be good enough for him," Deku chimes in before addressing Layla. "Hey, babe? Are the adoption papers ready for Daybreak?"

Thoughts of gifts momentarily pushed aside, you get up and snatch the papers out of Layla's hand mid-pass to Deku. "We can't let someone take him away from Abyss! They'll probably never see each other again! No, I refuse. We can say he's not ready yet."

Chuckling and snatching the papers from you, Midoriya shakes his head, "True but I think it'll work out, Y/N. I'm the one adopting him after all."

Relief floods your body and you sigh, "Oh well that's fine then."

People are too wary of Abyss. I wonder when he'll get adopt-

oh. OH MY GOD

"Guys, I have an idea for Katsuki's present."

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The bell hanging on the shelter door rings as it opens and welcomes Katsuki into its familiar embrace. A place he once thought he'd feel nothing but disdain for now holds a significant imprint of peace.

Funny how shit changes I guess. Now, where's my girl?

Noting how silent the usually boisterous atmosphere is, he calls out, "PITA? Where are you, baby?"

Swear to god she better not try to scare me again. Almost getting blown up the first time didn't scare her enough obviously

Bakugo pushes the door leading to the back area open, peeks his head through, and sees Abyss sitting alone in the middle of the room holding a piece of paper in his mouth.

Walking over, a bit cautiously because this wouldn't be the first time a villain has tried a trick like this, he asks, "Hey, buddy, where is everyone?" Tipping his head toward the paper, "That for me?"

Receiving a huff in return, he takes it from Abyss' mouth and opens it.

"Certification of Adoption: I, Bakugo Katsuki am now the proud and dutiful owner of Abyss." Looking down at the pup in question he sees Abyss happily wagging his tail and gives him a pat on the head before reading the note at the bottom of the certificate. "P.S. Happy Birthday, Suki! In case you were wondering, Abyss said he would love to live with us and that he would be honored to protect the house. Speaking of which, the rest of your present is here at home. Bring our fur baby home when you're ready. I love you"

How did I get so lucky? Swear this woman is goddamn perfect.

Smiling he turns and starts walking to the front and stops when he doesn't hear the tap of following paws. Katsuki turns around and pats his leg, "Well c'mon, boy. Let's go home."

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You stand in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on Katsuki's birthday dinner when you hear the front door open. Heavy footfalls that are unmistakably your boyfriend's and the tip-tap of clawed paws brings a bright smile to your face. A smile that gets impossibly wider when you see Katsuki's reaction to you dressed in nothing but an orange, green, and black lace apron.

Katsuki walks to the back door and opens it, "Hey, Abyss, why don't you check out your new yard for a while?"

He shuts the door and turns to you, slowly stalking forward, he tilts his head as his eyes drink in every inch of you, "You wear this for me, baby? Hate to break it to ya but that's about to be nothin' but scraps."

You squeak as his hands grip your waist and lift you onto the counter, slowly trailing down to push your thighs open. He drops to his knees and rips the fabric from your body, not hesitating to run his tongue along your slit; "You this wet f'me, baby? I can see you dripping and I haven't even done anything yet." Chuckling when your thighs clench beneath his fingers, "You've been missing Daddy, huh?"

Pushing two fingers into your pulsing core, his lips never leave your clit, he groans, "Dammit, baby, you're so fuckin wet. Need'ta feel you wrapped around my cock."

One of Katsuki's hands supports your ass and the other grips your jaw as he dominates your mouth with his tongue. He carries you to the bedroom and puts you on the bed, "Face the mirror. Don't move until I tell you."

You face the mirror, presenting as told, front toward the mirror on your knees but resting back on your heels, your legs a bit spread. Katsuki kneels on the bed behind you, one large hand wrapping around your waist and trailing up through the valley of your tits to grab your throat; his other lining himself up with your entrance. He guides you to look in the mirror, you feel his breath against your neck, his lips ghost across your skin while his tongue leaves a trail of fire. You wait impatiently until you hear his voice in your ear, "Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

"Please, Suki, need you so bad," you whine and bite your lip, holding his darkening gaze in the reflection. He grunts as he enters you, watching his cock disappear between your legs. The hand not on your throat moves around to spread you open for a better view of his length sinking into you. You release a guttural moan when you see your slick covering his dick, dripping down his and your thighs.

"God damn, Y/N, look how good you take me. Swear this pussy was made for me, fuck."

He slows his thrusts and rolls his hips every time making the thick veins against your sensitive walls slowly drag on, teasing and sending you onto the brink of overstimulation. Your pussy clenches and you let out a small whimper that makes him chuckle against your skin, "Aw, does that feel good, baby? Want more? All you have to do is ask, Y/N."

The feel of his thick cock sliding into you mixed with his teasing could send you over on their own leaving you with only the ability to moan and nod. His eyes lock with yours in the mirror at the same time his middle finger circles your clit, "Words, Y/N. Use them."

"Fuck, please Katsuki. Please fuck me, daddy"

"Atta girl. Such a good girl f'me. I've got you, baby. I'll take care of you as long as you keep those pretty eyes of yours on me."

You gasp at the sudden intensity of his thrusts, his grip around your throat tightens and his fingers rub frantic circles over your clit. You can't take it. You feel your body buzzing, your leg muscles contract, pussy convulsing as that familiar burning coil tightens in your core. Your eyes roll back and you tilt your head back against Katsuki's shoulder, moaning how good he feels...how good he makes you feel...when you feel a sudden absence from your clit, then the sharp sting from his hand across your pussy.

"Told you to keep your eyes on me, didn't I? Do it again and you won't cum, understand me?"

"Yes, sir," you moan.

"Good little slut. Now watch how good you make me feel, baby."

His fingers continue their movements across your clit as his cock abuses your cunt, stretching you in the most delicious ways. Crimson eyes switch between boring into yours and watching the scene below, memorizing every detail of your body taking his dick so well, like the good girl you are.

As soon as your breaths start to shallow, his thrusts and breath begin to stutter, "F-fuck, baby. Cum...cum for me. Wanna feel you all over me."

You scream and moan his name as you cum while he fills you, his grunts and groans fill the space between. He pulls out and pulls the both of you down. He lays next to you and drags his fingers through your folds. "I love feeling my cum drip out of you," he whispers, "You're mine, Y/N. I fuckin love you, PITA."

Katsuki wraps his arms around you while you snuggle into his chest. "I love you too, Suki."

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Underworld

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Part IX

Izuku tries to calm himself down, he doesn't want to make a terrible first impression in front of the King of the gods. Although, it does help that Aizawa keeps holding his hand even after they appear in the top of the mountain: the palace.

"You're a good kid," Aizawa tells him, in a clear attempt to cheer him up, that is definitely working. "Even though you get in trouble quite a lot."

The god narrows his eyes as he says it, but it's clear he's not actually mad at him. And Izuku can't help but chuckle.

Finally the god lets go of his hand as they walk in the lobby; it's an elegant place with very few things.

Feels a little bit cold or maybe it's just that Izuku still feels sad about what happened.

"Midoriya!" All Might approaches them like he's in a rush, like he's been worried this whole time...

Izuku gets nervous, wondering if he'll get scolded. All Might knows his name, which means the problem escalated quickly...

"Where did you find him, Shota?"

Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head before looking back at Izuku.

Will Bakugo get in trouble if he tells the truth?

"It doesn't matter," Izuku finds himself saying. "I just... want to go home."

All Might is still staring at him, making him feel even more nervous than before. Is he disappointed? Maybe Izuku shouldn't care about what he thinks of him, but the truth is that All Might has always been some sort of hero to him.

"They won't get in trouble... unless they hurt you. Did they?"

"No, he didn't!" Izuku assures him immediately, almost fiercely. All Might smiles softly at him and Izuku suddenly has the feeling that he can trust him; he knows he won't be harsh on Bakugo for what he did. "It was Kacchan... I mean the King of the dead. But he was really kind to me the whole time."

And perhaps that's why the truth hurt a lot. Izuku still can't understand why Bakugo did something like that; he mentioned something about Todoroki, but nothing made sense.

For a moment, All Might is confused and it makes Izuku feel a little bit flustered for some reason, he looks down at the ground.

"Why would he do something like that? I thought he didn't like to get involved with the mortal world... Or anyone outside his realm for that matter..."

"We were friends," Izuku tries to explain and it pains him a little when he realizes he's talking about their friendship in the past tense. "I think he just felt lonely. He needs someone to be there for him."

All Might still looks confused, it's like something in Izuku's story doesn't make any sense. But that's the whole truth, there's nothing else to it.

And yet Izuku feels like something's missing as well... Something he doesn't know.

"It's love," Aizawa cuts in, drawing All Might's attention to him.

"I see..."

But Izuku doesn't. Those two gods are looking at each other like they have everything figured out and Izuku is still confused. Of course, there's love... Bakugo clearly loves him as a friend otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to keep him in the castle but Izuku doesn't see why that's relevant.

"It's that complicated, huh? And then there's young Todoroki."

"Is Shoto alright?" Izuku looks at All Might with worry, wondering how he's doing. There's also Uraraka and his mother... He needs to see them–

"He's been looking for you," All Might says, patting Izuku's head gently. "And your mother is worried about you so I guess it's time for you to go back."

"Thank you!" He smiles, hugging All Might before he can stop himself. Fortunately, the god chuckles before he hugs him back.

Izuku turns around with a hopeful grin on his face, watching as Aizawa shakes his head.

"No, I'm not good at–"

Izuku pulls him into a tight embrace anyway and even though Aizawa insists he doesn't do that kind of things, he doesn't push the boy away.

"Please don't tell anyone about Bakugo..."

Aizawa and All Might look at each other for a moment, there's a little bit of hesitation in their eyes that vanishes before All Might sighs and nods.

"We'll keep the secret."

"Thank you!" Izuku grins, wondering what he's going to tell his mother and his friends.

***

Izuku is definitely not prepared for the way his mother pulls him into her arms and starts sobbing against his chest. She keeps crying and saying his name a couple of times until she looks up at him and offers him something to eat with the sweetest smile.

It makes Izuku cry too, which is a bad thing because his mother starts sobbing again.

It takes them both a while, but they finally start eating something together; Inko hasn't asked him about what happened, but Izuku knows she will eventually.

The taste of food makes him remember that he still has an entire pomegranate from the underworld hidden in his dress and he makes a mental note to leave it in his room.

"Were you trapped? Did someone hurt you?"

"No one hurt me," he tells her and watches as the relief lights up her eyes a little bit. "But I couldn't come back. Aizawa and All Might helped me though. They took care of everything."

Inko has always been a very intuitive woman and she can tell Izuku doesn't want to talk about what happened anymore, so she doesn't insist; she knows he'll tell her eventually.

He sees his friends the next day in the field; Aizawa payed them a visit to them both to inform them Izuku was fine, but told them to leave him to his mother for a while.

Izuku is trying to get everything back to normal; the unexpected snow affected most of the flowers, but he knows he can make them grow back up in no time.

Although his mind is not entirely focused on the task because he's still thinking about Bakugo and even though he's missing him, he's still a little bit upset because he lied to him.

Then Uraraka jumps into his arms and just like his mother, she starts sobbing. Izuku runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her cheek, prompting her to pull away slowly to finally grin at him.

"I was so worried about you! We both were!"

Over her shoulder, Izuku finally notices Todoroki, he's staring at him intensely and even though he doesn't say anything at the moment, Izuku knows the god with mismatched eyes missed him too.

"Hi, Shoto," Izuku smiles before hugging him. Although Todoroki's embrace is tight and it lasts longer than Uraraka's because it seems the other boy doesn't want to let go of him.

"Izuku," the word comes out almost broken and Izuku decides that he definitely deserves a kiss on the cheek too, however, Todoroki blushes to the tip of his ears afterwards.

The three of them sit under Izuku's favorite tree; the field has begun to look like it used to, but it needs a lot of work still.

"Tell me who did this to you."

Uraraka elbows Todoroki when she notices the tension on his shoulders; a couple of flames appear on his left fist out of the sudden.

"It doesn't matter," Izuku mumbles, prompting Uraraka to quirk up a brow at him.

"It does."

"All Might is taking care of it," he assures them, trying to dismiss it with a gesture of his hand, but he knows his friends won't let it go that easily. "Besides, no one hurt me."

"Where were you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Izuku asks back, startling Todoroki for a moment.

He blushes and looks away from him.

"I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"It won't," Izuku assures him and he's being completely sincere because he knows Bakugo wouldn't do that again. He looked like he was so ashamed of himself last time Izuku saw him.

He thinks his answer is enough and it is, at least for Uraraka, who simply nods at him. However, Todoroki narrows his eyes at him; he's not happy.

"Why are you trying to protect them after what they did?"

"I'm not..." Izuku bites his bottom lip nervously, knowing his face is turning pink. "He made a mistake, but he was sorry."

He shouldn't have said that, he accidentally gave Todoroki a little bit of information...

"Sometimes being sorry is not enough!"

Izuku sighs, but doesn't worry even though Todoroki is still tense and upset; he understands, the problems he has had because of his father have made him that way.

It's obvious that his friend was genuinely concerned about his safety and Izuku is grateful to have someone like him in his life.

He takes a few steps closer and cradles Todoroki's face in his hands, prompting the young god to soften immediately. The frown upon his face disappears completely.

"I'm here now, Shoto," he whispers with a smile on his face. "Isn't that what is truly important?"

"It is," Todoroki nods, staring at him fondly. "I missed you."

"I know," Izuku says. He tries to give him another hug, but Todoroki leans to kiss his forehead and cheeks, making him giggle.

Even though the god assures him he's fine now, Izuku can tell he won't let it go just like that; Uraraka seems to be thinking the same because when she looks from Todoroki to Izuku, her eyes are shadowed with concern.

Izuku hopes he doesn't do anything reckless.

***

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todobakudeku x fem!reader | SMUT (18+)

WARNINGS: threesome, daddy kink, use of “good girl,” “slut,” and “whore,” voyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, double (triple?) pen, anal, vaginal, and oral (giving and receiving) sex, yelling, degradation, praise, getting caught during sex, inexperienced writer (this is like the first smut I’ve ever written 0.0)

Word count: 3k

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Katsuki ran his hands up and down your body, making your skin tingle with excitement. 

“Please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips up to try and create even a little bit of friction. 

“Please what, baby?” Katsuki said, pressing his warm palms lightly on your abdomen. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me,” you moaned, grabbing at his hands and trying to move them down to your clit. 

“Mhm, since you asked so nicely,” he said. His index finger ran down your stomach and he slipped it inside of you. “Ah, you’re already so wet just from me touching you like that?”

He pulled his finger out to put it in his mouth and you grunted, desperate for him to be inside you again. “What a fucking slut.”

You started to whimper again incoherently. 

“Mhm, you taste so good, baby. I think I need more.” Katsuki lay down on his back. “Come sit on my face.”

You nodded eagerly, bringing your knees to either side of his head. You held yourself up just above his face, waiting for him to start. 

“Uh-uh. You’re not gonna be able to keep yourself up on those legs once I’m done with you.”

You began to lower yourself down nervously.

“Come on now. Daddy can take it. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. When I need to breathe I’ll lift you up, but after you come right back down, understand?” He put his large hands on your waist.

“Y-yes sir.” You’d never called him sir before, but something about the way he was talking to you made it seem right. And judging by the way he moaned from underneath you, he liked it too. 

When you were genuinely sitting on his face, Katsuki began alternating between pushing his tongue in and out of you and drawing figure eights on your clit. You gripped the sheets and bucked your hips back and forth over Katsuki’s face, covering his skin with the hot slick he was getting you to release.

“Ah! Katsu! That feels so good!” 

“Quieter, baby,” he said softly as he lifted your hips. 

“I’m- I’m sorry Katsu, you’re just- agh- so good-” you cut yourself off with another whimper as you felt an orgasm building in your core. 

“Please Katsu, I’m so close, please keep going.”

He picked up the pace a little, focusing only on your clit as he flicked it up and down and drew circles around it. 

“Ah- yes, yes,” you cried out, pulling against the sheets even harder while your back arched and stiffened. You felt your orgasm tear through you, making you cry out Katsuki’s name. He lifted you off his face and sat up, pulling you onto his lap. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing. You were so good for me,” he said, stroking your hair. 

“But you haven’t…” you trailed off, reaching for the bulge in his boxers. 

“Be patient, baby, I’m gonna fuck you soon.” He lifted you off his lap and moved to the edge of the bed. His calves dangled and his toes grazed the floor. 

“C’mere,” Katsu said, dragging his boxers off. He kicked his legs and let them crumple onto the ground. 

You crawled over to him, and he lifted you up by the waist again with your back facing his chest, slowly lowering you onto his cock. You felt it stretch out your entrance slightly and gripped Katsuki’s thigh, but as he went deeper, the discomfort faded. Finally, he lowered you all the way onto his lap. He paused to let you adjust, but you just wanted him to do something. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you, and you moaned his name, trying to move back and forth. 

“I’ll do it, baby, don’t worry.” He pulled your body up and pushed it down again, making you bounce up and down on his lap. His cock slammed deep inside you with every thrust, and you felt your core tighten with the unrelenting sensation. You could feel the head of his cock brush against you, and each time it hit that sensitive spot inside you, you couldn’t help but press your back into his chest and whimper. After a minute or so, even his heavy breathing in your ear turned into moans. You were facing away from each other, but you desperately wished you could see Katsu’s face. 

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re such a good girl, making daddy feel so good.”

“Katsu, you- you fill me up so well,” you managed to choke out. Katsu started going faster, and you couldn’t help but whine. His arms kept a sturdy grip on your abdomen; you could feel the callouses on his palms rubbing against your skin.

“God, you like that?”

“Yes! It feels so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, nuzzling his face between your neck and shoulder.

Your moans increased in volume, completely drowning out his, and Katsuki made a shushing noise. “Not too loud, sweetheart. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you said softly. Your breathing became heavy and labored. 

“That’s it. Good girl.”    There was a creaking sound from in front of you, and the door swung open. 

“Hey, is everything-” Deku stopped speaking to stare at the two of you, his mouth gaping open. On his left, Todoroki’s eyes went wide. Neither of them made a move to leave. As you mumbled ashamedly and tried to cover your naked body, Katsuki kept fucking you in front of the two men. 

“Fuck, if you’re gonna watch, at least close the door, assholes,” he said in between huffs. 

For a few seconds, they continued to stay still, but Todoroki reached behind him to pull the door closed, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. 

“Fuck, my girl’s so hot you can’t look away, Half-and-Half Bastard?”

Todoroki didn’t respond but you could see a bulge growing in his pants. Next to him, Midoriya was already palming his dick from over his pants. 

“Katsuki,” you whimpered softly, “don’t you think we should stop?”

“Why? They wanna watch, they can watch. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

“I do, Katsu, just… this is embarrassing.”

“You- you should stop, Bakugo. She doesn’t want to keep going,” Todoroki said. 

“We have a safe word, you vanilla bitch. Anyway, you’re the one making her uncomfortable.” He leaned into your ear and you felt his hot breath brush against your skin. “You really wanna stop, you say it, okay? I know I give you shit but I don’t want you doing anything you don’t wanna do,” he said. 

You nodded your head but didn’t say anything. Katsu chuckled. 

“I knew you were a slut. You hear that, dumbass? She loves being humiliated in front of you.”

You moaned and averted your eyes from the men as your face got even hotter. 

“Stop covering up, baby. Let them see how pretty your body is. Show them why daddy loves fucking you so much.”

You slowly lowered your arms and gripped Katsu’s thighs again. Both Todoroki and Midoriya were flushing a deep shade of red, but neither made a move to leave. In fact, the bulges in their pants had only gotten bigger. 

“Hm, baby, I bet you want them to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Wh-what?” 

“Yeah, I can tell. You can’t stop fucking staring at them, and you haven’t said my name like you did before.”

He stopped bouncing you up and down for a moment and brought his palm down on your ass. You hissed at the sting. 

“Moan for me, baby,” he said sternly, putting both hands on your waist again. He began to thrust deeper than before, picking up the pace. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered, bringing your hand down to play with your clit. “You fit so well inside of me!”

“Yeah I do,” he hissed, continuing the pace. You felt another orgasm build inside of you, and it poured out with a string of moans. You clenched your walls around Katsuki’s cock, and he groaned, biting down on your shoulder. You yelped, but he didn't let go until your walls loosened around him. 

“Good fucking girl,” he said again, licking at the marks he left. “Now for them.”

“What do you mean?” you stuttered nervously. 

“Say their names. Shoto, Izuku. Moan for them. I want you too.”

Taking a shaky breath, you brought your fingers to your clit again and began to rub it up and down. “Ugh,” you whimpered as Katsu continued to fuck you relentlessly. “Izuku… ah…” You began to go faster and moaned even louder than before. “Shoto, ugh that- that feels so good,”

At the sound of you saying their names like that, they could no longer refrain from touching themselves. Without saying a word, both unbuckled their belts and let their cocks spring free as their pants and underwear pooled at their feet. 

“Yeah, you bastards liked that?” Katsu laughed, biting softly on your shoulder again. “Why don’t you come fuck her too? You okay with that, baby?”

“Mhm-hm,” you groaned, unable to form another response. 

“Look at them, m’kay? Who do you want in your mouth? I’m keeping this pussy. The other one will get your ass.”

“Uh,” you quickly looked back and forth between the men, unsure of which to choose. 

“Deku’s dick is thicker,” Katsuki pointed out. “So it might hurt less. Unless you’re into that,” he chuckled. 

Both men looked down self-consciously. 

“Uh, okay. Izuku,” you mumbled.

“M’kay. Fuck her mouth for me, Deku. And you- there’s lube in that drawer.”

Todoroki quickly stepped over to get the lube. 

“Hey- and don’t get any ideas, you hear me? You may fuck her tonight, but she’s still mine.”

Izuku nodded rapidly. “Don’t worry, Kacchan! I wouldn’t even think… wouldn’t even dream about it! I mean you two are obviously together and you’ve already been so generous with this, and-”

“Fuck my mouth, Deku,” you moaned, trying to keep your teeth from chattering as Katsu bounced you up and down on his lap. 

“Hold on, baby, we gotta switch positions first. Don’t want you chomping down on Deku’s fat dick. 

“F-fat?” Izuku stammered. 

Katsu ignored him and stopped moving your hips up and down. You groaned at the loss of friction. 

“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll be even better soon. Get on the floor on your hands and knees for me.”

You did as you were told, waiting for the three men to come closer. 

“You-” Katsuki said to Todoroki, “bend over her.”

“What?”

“You heard me, dumbass. Put your legs around her, bend over, and stick yourself in her asshole.”

You whimpered at the idea. 

“And you. Stand in front and let her suck you,” he said to Izuku. 

“Uh- okay.”

The two men approached you cautiously. Todoroki was the first to act. 

“I’m gonna… put my finger…”

“Yeah, go ahead,” you murmured. 

His lubed up finger slowly entered you from behind as you moaned softly and rocked your hips back and forth. He slowly added another finger, stretching you out more and more. 

“Are you ready now?”

“Mhm” you hummed. 

As Todoroki gently pushed himself inside of you, Izuku stroked your hair and let you take him in your mouth. 

“Move, motherfucker,” Katsu said, pushing Todoroki’s torso forward. He kneeled behind you and resumed where he left off, with his cock inside of you. 

“Mmhph,” you moaned on Deku’s dick, and he inhaled sharply in response. From behind you, Todoroki was going at a slow pace, while Katsu was ramming his hips into yours. It felt so overwhelming, but so good at the same time. You couldn’t stop whimpering onto Izuku’s cock, and the vibrations from the sounds were quickly going to send him over the edge. But before he even came close, Katsuki’s deft fingers began to toy with your clit, and you felt another orgasm rising inside of you. 

“Yes, Katsu, please, I’m going to come,” you attempted to say around Izuku. 

“I can’t quite understand you, but I think I got it,” Kastu said, starting to move his fingers faster. Pleasure erupted from your clit, spreading throughout your entire body as you moaned and whimpered under your boyfriend’s still-moving fingers. Deku grabbed your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth, making you gag repeatedly. From behind you, Todoroki began to pick up the pace as well, slamming himself into you. You felt his dick reach places that no one had ever touched before, and you threw yourself onto him in an attempt to get him to go even deeper. After another minute or two, Izuku and Todoroki both began groaning and swearing, grabbing onto your body even tighter than before. 

“Ah- yes, yes, just like that,” Deku moaned, pulling lightly on your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”

“Ah- me too,” Todoroki said, punctuating each word with heavy breaths. 

You felt both of them release into you at the same time, swearing profusely as they did. Hot ropes of cum spurted into your mouth and asshole, and you nearly choked trying to swallow it while Deku was still pushing himself into your mouth. After a few seconds, both of them pulled away from you, covered in sweat and panting. 

For the first time, Katsuki seemed to notice what was going on and stopped moving. 

“Katsu?” you asked meekly. “Is something-”

“You fucking came already?” Katsuki shouted, enraged. He began pulling you into his hips again. “Fuck! I let you join us to show my baby a good time, but you can’t even last five fucking minutes? You’re fucking pathetic.”

He began to go faster as Deku’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Sorry, Kacchan-”

“Don’t apologize to me, you bastard! Apologize to her! You couldn’t have even lasted a few more minutes? I’ve been fucking her for twenty. Assholes. She’s come three times today. There are three of us here. Wanna know how many times you two made her come?”

He paused angrily and huffed. 

“Zero! Zero fucking times! You two used her like that and didn’t even make her come? You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves.”

You started to moan again. “Katsuki- daddy- please, you feel so good. I’m sorry you- haven’t even cum yet.”

“Mhm, don’t worry baby,” he said softly. “It’s gonna be soon, now.”

He paused for a moment. “Hey! Deku! Half-and-Half Bastard! Look at her! You see how she’s a whimpering mess for me? This-” he pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “-is what you bastards can’t do. This-” he thrust into you particularly hard. “-is why I’m allowed to call her a slut and a whore, understand? I’m not some half-assed bitch who can’t even make a girl cum and only lasts a few minutes. This is what she wants, and I’m able to give it to her. She gets what he wants, and I get to tell her how much of a whore she is for wanting it. I thought you would be able to give her that, too! You’re supposed to be strong and tough and shit, and then you pull this?”

You were a moaning mess, barely even able to move. You felt a fourth orgasm clutch at your clit again. Even the pleasure was painful, in a way, and you felt your legs trembling. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered. 

“I know, baby, I’m so close.” He turned his attention to the men. “I thought I told you to fucking apologize!”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” both Deku and Todoroki said hurriedly. 

“You two wanna watch a real man cum?”

They both stayed silent, and Katsuki took their lack of response as a yes. 

He picked up the pace again, stroking your hair and face with one hand and gripping onto your hips with the other. “You take me so well, baby. You’re such a good girl. Do you want daddy to cum?”

“Yes please,” you murmured, unable to speak any louder. 

“I’m so close, baby, just hold on a little longer, okay? You’ve been so good today.”

“O-okay,” you said. 

Katsuki continued to moan and grunt from behind you, occasionally pausing to plant a kiss on your lower back. 

“Fuck- fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Ah- fuck- baby, finish me in your mouth.”

You quickly turned around and began to suck on Katsu’s cock, bobbing your head up and down and he guided you. 

“Ah yeah, that’s it. Just a little faster, baby.”

You obliged and pushed away the suffocating feeling you were getting from having him so deep in your mouth. He was close, you reminded yourself. 

“Fuck yes, fuck!” Katsuki yelled as thick lines of his cum erupted from his dick. “Fuck yeah, swallow daddy’s load.” 

You swallowed and eagerly opened your mouth to show him it was gone. 

“Tastes that good, huh?” he laughed, stroking your hair. “You’re so pretty when I fuck you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you said, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment again.

Todoroki cleared his throat from the other end of the room. You saw fury flash through Katsu’s eyes again as he pulled on his boxers and tossed you his shirt to cover up with. 

“You bastards don’t know how to treat a girl, do you? You think I’m going to neglect my girlfriend after all of that to talk to you idiots? You can see yourselves out if you’re uncomfortable, unless you need daddy to do it for you?” he mocked, glowering at them.   

Todoroki’s face went bright red. “I-I- uh-”

“Get the fuck out of my room.” 

Deku and Todoroki stepped gingerly into the hallway, casting a scared glance back at Katsu before walking away to their respective rooms. 

Kastuski kneeled down next to you and began to stroke your hair again. “I’m sorry I yelled like that,” he said quietly. “I really am, I just- those assholes-”

“It’s okay, babe,” you said, wrapping him in your arms. He kissed the top of your head softly. “Katsuki?”

“What is it, darling?”

“That was fun, but… I’m glad they’re gone.”

Katsu laughed and kissed you again, this time sloppily on the lips. “I agree, baby.”

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Only people who love you

Summary: Both Izuku and Katsuki want exclusive rights for calling the other the way they do.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakusquad

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 2,000

Rating: General / Teen

AO3-Link

Notes: Takes place after current events / senior year of UA

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There was a growl right behind him: “Stop with the mumbling.”

Izuku flinched, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, Kacchan. Huh?”, Izuku looked around, noticing that they were alone in the changing room, “Has everyone else already left for the gym?”

“Obviously”, Katsuki zipped up his gym outfit, “You were in your own world, as usual.”

Izuku smiled. “You waited for me. Thanks!”

Katsuki looked away. “Yeah. Whatever. Let’s go.”

They started walking side by side and something in the way Katsuki moved caught Izuku’s attention. He glanced at the other, studying his face.

“What exactly is it that you are admiring?”, Katsuki teased him, voice unimpressed when he caught Izuku staring.

“Are you”, Izuku looked away, scratching the back of his head, “mad?”

Mad didn’t quite sound right, there was something else clouding Katsuki’s expression but Izuku couldn’t quite get a hold of it.

That’s when Katsuki stopped walking. Izuku did the same, looking curiously at the blond.

Katsuki pressed his lips together, clearly torn.

“I heard something in between your nerdy mumbling.”

Izuku remembered what he was just thinking about and – he froze. Oh no. He wasn’t sure what to say, he didn’t want to give anything away in case Katsuki misheard something.

“It kinda sounded as if you were”, Katsuki shrugged, “I guess, like you’re not happy with Dunce face calling me by your nickname.”

Your nickname.

Did that mean Katsuki viewed “Kacchan” as something belonging to Izuku? His stomach made a flip thinking about that but he was still too stressed to be happy about that.

“Well…”, Izuku avoided Katsuki’s gaze, “I mean, it’s your decision what your friends are calling you.”

Katsuki scoffed at that. “Does it upset you or not?”

Izuku was wringing his hands nervously.

“Spit it out already. It’s not as if the answer wasn’t already plastered all over your face.”

Izuku looked at Katsuki. Crimson eyes were staring back at him, but there was no heat in them, no sign that Katsuki was truly annoyed.

Izuku sighed. “It does upset me. But as I said – if you don’t mind Kaminari-kun calling you that then I’ll get used to it”, he tried to smile confidently, “I promise.”

Katsuki’s gaze lingered on Izuku’s face and Izuku just prayed to all the gods that his face didn’t flush.

“I do mind actually”, Katsuki said and started walking again.

Izuku was stunned. He stood there for a second, unable to move. But then he felt like he had been struck by lightning.

“Wait, Kacchan!”, he said, running to Katsuki’s side, “What do you mean, you mind? Do you hate the-“

“I don’t hate the nickname, nerd”, Katsuki rolled his eyes. He then grumbled something Izuku didn’t catch.

“Say again?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. Izuku couldn’t help but smile at how flustered the other looked.

They were in their third year of UA and to say that a lot had changed between them was an understatement. One thing they had been working on was to open up more to each other to avoid misunderstandings. They had almost ruined their relationship once, they promised each other that that wouldn’t happen again.

Katsuki was clearly trying his best to find the right words and Izuku adored to see that. It made him feel appreciated and so he waited patiently until Katsuki was ready.

They had reached their training hall for today’s class and before entering Katsuki stopped again.

His eyes were absolutely clear when he finally looked at Izuku.

“I don’t like it when he calls me that, I never did. I was just”, he shrugged, “like, you know, worried that if I would cut him off it would make you think I didn’t like to be called by that nickname in general. Which you just did a second ago!”, he almost sounded accusing.

Izuku eyes were wide open.

“Does that mean…”, Izuku hoped that he didn’t suffer from any delusions, “You want me to call you Kacchan but you don’t want others to do that?”

Katsuki smirked. “Yeah, nerd, that’s what I said. Has your hearing suffered from my explosions?” His smirk deepened, a challenging look on his face.

Izuku let out a huff, mustering a wobbly smile.

“Thank you”, he said in a very low voice.

Katsuki just shrugged and ruffled through his hair. Izuku loved it when he did this.

“You better not let anyone of those extras call you Izuku”, he said while entering the hall. Their classmates shouted out for them, wondering where they had been.

“But that’s my real name”, Izuku laughed, “What are people supposed to call me?”

“Nerd, Broccoli, Dweeb, Midoriya, Wonder Boy, something like that”, Katsuki came to a halt and started stretching.

Izuku frowned but couldn’t hide a grin. “So should I tell my mom she needs to start calling me Broccoli?”

Katsuki snorted, rolling his eyes. “Of course not, your mother doesn’t count. I mean”, he waved his hands around, “Others besides your mother and me.”

Izuku nodded lightly. It was kind of absurd and demanding of Katsuki but… Izuku would be lying if he said it didn’t make him smile from the bottom of his heart.

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“Hey, Dunce face”, Katsuki said casually. They were all sitting in Mina’s room, doing their homework. Or better said – Katsuki was helping them do their homework.

“Hmm?”, Kaminari looked up from his messy notes.

Katsuki just kept writing something down, trying to not make a big deal out of what he was about so say: “Stop calling me by that nickname.”

Everyone stopped doing what they were doing.

“Which one?”, Kaminari said with a teasing sound, “Blasty?”

Katsuki was in no mood for this. He just exhaled with clear annoyance in it.

That made Kaminari chuckle. “Got it, Kacchan!”

“I’m serious”, Katsuki was looking at the Pikachu wannabe, “Don’t call me that anymore. I don’t like it.”

“Since when?”, Sero asked.

“Never did”, he grumbled.

“Have you told Midoriya yet?”, Kirishima looked almost worried, “This will be though on him, right? Has he ever called you something else?”

Katsuki twisted his mouth.

He never told them about his feelings for Izuku, they just kind of figured it out on their own. They knew and he knew that they knew.

He cleared his throat. “I don’t want the nerd to stop calling me that. It’s just Dunce face and… everyone else. It also upsets him when someone else calls me that.”

Big eyes, exchanged looks, but total silence.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “What?!”

“Oh nothing”, Mina said with fake indifference, “We just think it’s adorable that you let your crush be the only one calling you a cute nickname.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Adorable, my ass”, he hissed and went back to proof reading Sero’s shitty essay.

There it was, someone called Izuku his crush. And he hadn’t denied it.

Before someone could comment on that there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?”, Mina said and the door opened.

Green locks appeared. Katsuki would bet all his All Might figures that the nerd had one more annoying quirk that allowed him to sense when people were talking about him.

“I’m sorry to disturb you”, Izuku said, standing in the door frame.

“No disturbance at all”, Kaminari said and Katsuki shot him a warning glance when he heard his suggesting tone.

Izuku – oblivious as always – just continued: “Kacchan, I was just talking to my mom. You should really call yours, she’s pretty mad that you haven’t called all week.”

Katsuki growled. “Old hag’s getting on my nerves”, he hissed, finishing his remark. She had made him promise that he would call or text at least once a week.

“To make sure you’re still the brat you’ve always been”, she had joked but Katsuki had sensed that she was truly longing for him to reach out more often. And after all that had happened in the last three years, after him almost dying, how could he blame her? She was still bothersome though.

“Come to think”, Izuku said, “Your parents call me Izuku too.”

Katsuki stood up. “So what?”, he frowned, “They don’t count either.”

Izuku laughed at that. “Your white list is growing, Kacchan, how unusual.”

“Pff”, he huffed, “The rule is easy, nerd. Only people who love you get to call you that.”

The room went silent, like someone had abruptly turned down the volume.

Katsuki was looking at his friends who were just staring at him, Mina was even covering a big ass grin with her hands.

His frown deepened, confused by their reaction and he looked over to Izuku.

The nerd too looked deeply struck, eyes even bigger than normal. Izuku blinked at him, Katsuki blinked back, growing irritated. What was their deal?

That’s when Izuku simply said: “So you love me then?”

Now Katsuki was the one staring.

Did he… did he just…

Katsuki hissed, furiously slamming Sero’s notebook shut.

What a shitshow.

He couldn’t believe he just confessed unintentionally.

But he was done dodging Izuku, keeping him at distance.

“Fucking obviously”, he barked, looking straight into emerald eyes.

Izuku’s mouth opened a bit and Katsuki was sure he had gasped but he couldn’t hear it because those extras around him were whistling and cooing like twelve-year-olds.

“Cut the crap!”, he shouted, feeling his ears burning hot.

“Well”, Izuku said and everyone was instantly quiet, “then take me on a date.”

Katsuki’s brain shot down for a moment. He could just stare at Izuku.

“Dude!”, Kirishima chuckled after a while, “Are you still breathing?”

Katsuki ignored the redhead; he was just looking at Izuku who was still standing by the door.

Katsuki’s heart was hammering against his ribcage, probably about to break one or two ribs.

“You mean”, Katsuki began, his voice serious, “eating crepes and holding hands and all that sappy shit?”

Izuku pouted. “I still can’t believe Uraraka-san told you.”

Katsuki couldn’t move.

I’m scared, he realized. Scared of fucking this up.

Izuku sighed deeply. “Stop it.”

“Huh?!”, Katsuki was stepping closer.

“You’re already thinking about the end!”

Katsuki was taken aback.

He could sense sympathetic looks from the others and that was when he fully realized what was going on: He was delivering a classic teenage drama scene, like straight out of a movie.

Katsuki lowered his gaze.

“I expected you to say something like”, Izuku shrugged, “’Watch it nerd, this will be the best! Damn! Date! Ever!!’”

The others burst out laughing at Izuku’s impression of him. Katsuki had to hold back a grin too. Shitty nerd, he thought, his stomach fluttering.

“Give me some credit, Izuku”, he grumbled, “I didn’t plan this.”

“Doesn’t matter”, Izuku said in a soft tone and was finally walking up to Katsuki, “As heroes we have to improvise all the time.”

Katsuki smirked. “Yeah, right. No-brainer”, it didn’t sound as confident as he planned.

They were looking at each other, taking the moment in.

“Yo!”

They both flinched when Kaminari shouted at them.

“Can you kiss already?! I’m freaking out over here!”

Izuku’s face went bright red and that somehow snapped Katsuki out of his defensive state.

He laughed and grabbed Izuku’s face with one hand, grinning at him. “What? Bluntly asking me on a date but shy at the mention of a kiss? What do you think we will be doing on a date?”

The others were laughing their asses of, clapping like maniacs. Katsuki glanced over Izuku’s shoulder and saw that some of their other classmates had gathered at the door, curious about what the fuss was all about.

“Eating crepes and holding hands”, he said, not missing a beat.

Katsuki snorted, bringing Izuku’s face to his own. He could feel the nerd trembling and he knew that he was shaking too. But the kiss kind of steadied them.

Everyone went crazy.

“Kacchan”, Izuku whispered after they parted, leaning his forehead against Katsuki’s, “I love you.”

Katsuki’s throat started to close up. Oh no. That meant he was about to cry.

“I love you more”, he said, not believing he was using this cheesy line.

But he meant it.

“No, Kacchan, you won’t win this one!”, Izuku laughed.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Try me!”, he demanded and pulled Izuku into a tight hug.

He really was on the brink of crying, holding this nerd with whom he was hopelessly in love. Had been for who knows how long. Whom he had almost lost several times.

He sighed and looked around, noticing that the room was crowded by now but no one was really paying attention to them. They were involved in heated discussions.

“Did you fuckers make bets?!”, Katsuki barked, “On what exactly?!”

Izuku was turning around but stayed pressed to Katsuki, looking at the scene.

“Who would confess first”, Kirishima was counting his win, grinning like a child.

Izuku covered his face. “Guys!”, he whined.

“Come on, let’s get out of here”, he dragged Izuku out of the room, “Let’s call our folks and ask if they made bets too.”

Izuku gasped, offended just at the thought.

“God help them if they didn’t bet on me”, Katsuki declared.

Izuku scoffed, shaking his head. They were walking a few steps in silence.

Izuku eventually slipped his hand in Katsuki’s, looking at him and wearing one of his one-thousand-watt smiles.

Looking at Izuku Katsuki realized that he would fuck up. Of course he would fuck up. But he would fix it every damn time. They would fix it, together.

“At the end”, Katsuki said, “I want to stand at the beginning with you.”

Izuku’s eyes went big, tears welling up.

Katsuki was about to call him a crybaby but his own view started to get blurry too.

“Kacchan”, Izuku beamed at him, “You’ll never get to call my mumbling annoying ever again. It started all of this.”

“Actually”, Katsuki narrowed his eyes, “Dunce face deserves some props too since he was the one stealing your nickname in the first place.”

“You’re right!”, Izuku exclaimed, “I will thank him later.”

“Don’t!”, Katsuki exclaimed, “He will never shut up about it.”

“I don’t mind”, Izuku shrugged, “It will make me think about this day and that will make me happy.”

Katsuki growled. But Izuku had a point there.

“Do as you like.”

Izuku squeezed his hand and Katsuki was sure he wouldn’t necessarily need Kaminari to make him think about today on every upcoming day.