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sakuraszn · 1 month ago

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﹒♡ CONFESSION ft. katsuki bakugo

cw: lots of fluff, flustered bakugo. he’s such a cutie

The ramen shop was packed, the air filled with laughter, chatter, and the rich aroma of broth and grilled meat. The entire Class 1-A had squeezed into the cozy little restaurant to celebrate Todoroki’s recent jump in the hero rankings.

Bowls clinked, chopsticks clashed, and the energy was electric as the group indulged in warm food and lively conversation.

And at the center of it all—Katsuki Bakugo sat stiffly, arms crossed, scowling into his half-finished bowl of ramen like it had personally offended him.

Not because he wasn’t happy for Todoroki.

Not because the food was bad.

But because of you.

You, sitting just a few seats down, laughing at something uraraka had said, your eyes crinkling, shoulders shaking.

And it was driving him insane.

For weeks—no, months—Bakugo had been dealing with this… feeling. This stupid, irritating, suffocating feeling every time you were near him. It was different from the rivalry-fueled adrenaline he felt in battle, different from the pride he carried when he improved as a hero.

It was something he didn’t understand, something he couldn’t control.

And he hated that.

But tonight… tonight was the night he was going to do something about it.

Or at least, that’s what Kirishima and Sero had forced into his thick skull before they even walked into the restaurant.

“Dude, you’ve been acting weird around them for weeks.”

“Just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, idiots, maybe they laugh in my face and never talk to me again?!”

“Oh please, she would never—”

“Shut up. I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it.”

But now that he was here, surrounded by people, nerves bubbling in his gut like an active volcano, feeling like it was a lot harder than he expected.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima’s voice cut through his thoughts, low enough that only he could hear. “You good, bro?”

“I’m fine,” Bakugo growled, barely glancing up as he stabbed at his noodles with his chopsticks.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? ‘Cause you haven’t insulted Kaminari in like ten minutes. I’m starting to get worried.”

Sero snickered. “Pretty sure that’s a new record.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Kirishima and Sero exchanged glances before the redhead leaned in again. “Are you actually gonna do it?”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, gripping his chopsticks so tight they nearly snapped.

“After this.” His voice was firm. Final.

Kirishima grinned, nudging Sero. “Told ya he’d do it.”

“Hey, I had faith,” Sero said, shrugging. “Just not a lot of faith.”

Bakugo shot them both a murderous glare, but before he could verbally rip them apart, Iida clapped his hands together, signaling for attention.

“If I may have everyone’s focus for a moment!” Iida said, standing up. “I’d like to propose a final toast to Todoroki!”

Todoroki, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, blinked as everyone raised their glasses. “Oh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Thank you.”

“To Todoroki climbing the ranks!” Iida declared.

“To Todoroki!” the class cheered, clinking their glasses together.

You turned, smiling at the dual-haired hero. “You really deserve it, Todoroki. We all knew you’d make it far.”

Todoroki’s lips curled into a small smile. “I appreciate that, Y/N.”

Bakugo scowled.

It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault, but hearing you say his name like that, so softly, so encouragingly—yeah, it bothered him.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

As the night wound down, people started finishing up their food, settling their bills, and stretching lazily before making their way out.

“Damn, that was good,” Kaminari sighed, rubbing his stomach. “I think I ate too much.”

Mina laughed. “You definitely ate too much.”

One by one, people began saying their goodbyes, heading off in different directions toward the dorms or home.

And that’s when Bakugo knew—this was his moment.

You were slipping on your jacket, adjusting your scarf when he finally forced himself to move.

Kirishima shot him a thumbs-up from across the room, and Sero winked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to you, heart hammering wildly in his chest.

“Oi.”

You looked up at him, blinking. “Oh, hey, Bakugo! What’s up?”

He inhaled sharply through his nose. Okay. Just say it. Say it, dumbass.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he found himself standing there like an idiot, fists clenched at his sides, staring at you.

You tilted your head, confused. “Uh… you okay?”

His jaw tensed. This was already going horribly.

And then—because frustration was the only thing that ever helped him push past his nerves—he blurted out:

“Are you really so oblivious?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair before pointing at you aggressively. “You! You’re oblivious! Have you seriously not noticed?!”

Your confusion deepened. “Noticed what?”

He exhaled sharply, cheeks burning. His whole body felt like it was about to explode.

He had two options: Keep making a fool of himself or just say it and get it over with.

He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled, and then—

“I like you, dumbass!”

Silence.

Bakugo cracked one eye open, stomach twisting into knots.

You were staring at him.

Not laughing. Not recoiling. Just… staring.

Then—

“You… like me?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s what I just said, idiot.”

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “You like me?”

His face turned an even darker shade of red. “Yes! Stop making me say it, damn it!”

You let out a laugh—light, airy, and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “Wow,” you said, grinning. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy.” His voice was gruff, but his hands were twitching at his sides, resisting the urge to do something—anything—with them.

You stepped closer, peering up at him. “You know… I like you too.”

Bakugo’s brain short-circuited.

“…What?”

You laughed again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like you, Bakugo. Have for a while now.”

His heart stopped.

Then jump-started at triple speed.

“What?”

You shrugged, smirking. “What? Are you oblivious?”

His eye twitched. “You—you little—”

You poked his cheek and laughed. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed kat’ I’m just messin with ya.”

He exploded.

Not literally. But his entire soul combusted.

“Shut the hell up!” he barked, face practically glowing red.

But you just laughed again, softer this time. Fond. “So… now what?”

He swallowed, heart still racing. “Now… now you let me walk you home, dumbass.”

You beamed. “That sounds nice.”

And as you started walking together, Bakugo felt something strange settle in his chest.

Warm. Light.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

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keraawrites · 2 months ago

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Because I'm pretty

Summary: College UA, Frat boy Bakugo loved them curvy; he also loved them bratty, and you were as bratty as they come. ۶ৎ Bakugo x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Belly button piercing, tattoo, use of pet names (daddy, mama, baby), Oral (female receiving), underage drinking, weed, rough sex, use of the word Nigga, bratty reader, mean Bakugo, unprotected sex *Meg thee stallion reference*

Word count: 6.4k

What would you say if everyone complimented you from a young age? Told you you were good at everything? You would sure as hell have an ego as big as Bakugo’s. Everyone knew him on campus; he was smart, star athlete and every girl's wet dream. In a nutshell, he had everything he wanted.

Yet, he was bored when he started college. Bored of what? He didn’t know, all he knew was that something in his life had to change and it needed to happen soon.

He remembered when he got his first taste of that change, it was a girl that flirted with him at his first frat party. She was a pretty petite black girl who had curves to die for and he knew from then on he would have a large appreciation for thick girls.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved every type of woman but black girls had a special place in his heart. Or maybe it was just you.

He would never forget the first time he met you, you were a transfer that made her way up the social ladder fast. Became cheer co captain in two months, became a sister for the biggest sorority on campus but what really caught his eye was the way you curved everyone, especially him.

He would have given up if it was anyone else but you were to die for and he would die before giving up. His mind came back to the screams of everyone around him, the cheers of the cheer squad and the celebration coming from his teammates as he just won a championship game, but his eyes locked on you, in your short uniform skirt and cropped top that showed him enough to get the glimpse of your belly button piercing.

He watched your hips sway as you finished the final cheer for the game.

“Bakugoooo, I can’t believe you made that throw— actually I can.” The blonde tsk’d as he watched his friends celebrate in front of him, his mind still on you but his eyes couldn’t find you again.

“Whatever shitty hair.”

“Not whatever man, scouts are gonna go hard the next game. Now come on, we got a party to throw.”

You smiled at the girls who waved hi to you as you walked out of of the locker room, you were out of breath from the cheer you had just done for the winning game.

Your school ‘The Falcons’ took home the championship cup and you and the rest of your squad gave a performance of a lifetime and you were tiredddd.

Your bag, slung over your shoulder with your uniform and some school books packed away. You had quickly thrown on a pair of gym shorts that were snug against your ass and your matching sports bra that sported your school colours were much more breathable because lets be real, your ass was bigger than your boobs.

Your brain was racking with the thoughts of the day, your fresh set pressing against the keys on your phone. Mina (your sorority sister) was telling you about the party that the football team would be throwing tonight.

You rolled your eyes at the thought process, they had already been planning this party way before the finals— apparently knowing they would win. But you had to give it to them, they did win and you knew the party would be epic.

As your fingers continued to tap away on your iPhone, you failed to realise you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. A couple cuss words flew from your lips when your body slammed into a hard exterior, your eyes raking up the large body that stood in your way.

“Tch. ‘Bout time you noticed, brat.”

Your stomach did that annoying flip it always did around him, but you ignored it, lifting your gaze to meet sharp, almost crimson-like eyes. Katsuki Bakugo stood there, arms crossed over his broad chest, his usual scowl in place. His dirty blond hair was still damp from the game, sticking up in chaotic spikes, and his sleeveless compression shirt clung to his frame, showing off every defined muscle.

You arched a brow. “Noticed what?”

His eyes scanned you like he was sizing you up, a stupid grin on his face. “You normally pay attention, yet here you are-- head in your phone not noticing shit. You’re lucky it was me and not some extra tryna get your attention.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting your weight onto one leg as you crossed your arms. “But to me, you are just an extra Bakugo." You teased, your lips pulling into a smirk as you noticed the twitch in his eye.

His scowl deepened, but there was something else there too—something smug, something that you were all too used to.

“Tch. Fucking brat.”

“Only for you,” You shot back, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening for half a second before he smirked. The expression was sharp, full of challenge. “Yeah, I know.”

You hated that he was right. Hated it even more that he knew it.

This was something you were all too used to with Bakugo, you remember when you first transferred here a year ago.

You quickly made friends with the right people, and joining the biggest sorority on campus also added to your popularity and with popularity came a whole lot of attention from guys, especially the quarterback of your college's football team.

You heard the rumours about him, he had made his way through a lot of girls and his taste quickly changed a couple months before you came to campus from tall leggy blondes to short curvy black girls.

He was a God and he knew it too, but you weren't gonna make it easy on the guy by falling at his feet like the other girls. So here came the back and forth game between the two of you.

“So,” he started, stepping closer, his presence almost suffocating, "You're coming to my party tonight."

You scoffed. “Not even gonna ask?”

“Don’t ask people shit,” he muttered, voice low, eyes locked onto yours. “And I already know you’re gonna show up.”

You let out a dry laugh, shifting like you were about to walk away. “Mm, I don’t know. I think I’m busy.”

He tsked, eyes narrowing. “Quit playin’. You like pissing me off too much to not show up.”

The grin on your lips was blinding. You stepped past him, letting your fingers barely graze his arm as you walked away. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, huh?”

His chuckle was low, rough, the kind that sent a shiver down your spine.

Summer Walker softly played through your speaker, the scent of vanilla body butter and cocoa-shea lotion mixing with a hint of perfume in the air. Clothes were scattered across the bed, a sign of the usual struggle of finding the outfit, but Mina sat comfortably in the middle of it all, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone like she had all the time in the world.

“Girl, if you don’t stop overthinking and just put on the outfit I picked, I swear to God,” Mina groaned, glancing up to see you standing in front of the mirror, hands on your hips, eyes scanning your reflection with a critical gaze.

You smirked, turning slightly. “And why should I let you pick my outfit Mina? Because it’s Bakugo’s party?”

Mina’s grin was instant, eyes lighting up with mischief. “Who said anything about him? I’m just making sure you look good. Which, babe, you already do, but I have vision.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Mina had always had an eye for styling, and you weren’t above letting your best friend work her magic.

Mina was as stylish as they came; her hairstyle was always different, but the colour always stayed the same. The girl sported pink like it was made for her. “Alright, fine. Show me what you’ve got.”

The pink-haired girl perked up instantly, reaching over to the bed and holding up her carefully chosen pieces. “Here, don’t ask just do.”

You looked down the clothes, surprised as you expected something more skimpy. “Jeans and a top?”

Mina scoffed, pressing a hand to her chest dramatically. “Not just jeans and a top. You need something that says, I didn’t try too hard, but also, I look so good you’ll be thinking about me all night.”

You eyed the clothes, then sighed and grabbed them, slipping into the outfit. The low-waisted, distressed jeans hugged your curves perfectly, emphasising the dip of your waist, while the brown backless top fit like a second skin. The neckline was low enough to tease but the bare of the back showed off the tattoo you had just above your ass and the sheer fabric gave subtle glimpses of your toned stomach under the right lighting.

Mina clapped her hands. “See? This is what I was talking about. Casual but lethal.”

You turned to the mirror, smoothing a hand down your waist. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully against your melenated skin, making your golden undertones glow effortlessly. You had to admit—Mina knew what she was doing.

“Alright,” You said, feigning indifference. “It’s decent.”

Mina gasped. “Decent? Girl, please. You look so good it’s actually rude.”

You giggled but didn’t deny it. The two of you began to sing along to the low tune of ‘Heart of a woman’ as you both finished up your hair and makeup. You had fresh bundles sewn in your hair and it fell bone straight down you back, it layered as it framed your face nicely.

A warm-toned highlighter dusted over your cheekbones, collarbones, and the bridge of her nose, giving you a sun-kissed glow. A soft brown lip liner, blended into a sheer, brown lip gloss, made your full lips pop effortlessly.

Mina looked you over as she finished getting ready. A smirk on her lips as she sized you up. “Girl if I wasn’t a mess for Ejiro’s dick I would be all up on you.” You kissed your teeth at Mina's antics but blew her a kiss as the two of you left your sorority house.

The moment you stepped into the fraternity house, the atmosphere hit them like a wave—warm, electric, and pulsing with the bass of a Kendrick Lamar song shaking the walls. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, faint traces of cologne and perfume mixing together, and the occasional hint of weed drifting through the crowded space. The lights were dim, neon glows from LED strips casting everything in a hazy glow.

You and Mina navigated through the throng of bodies, brushing past sweaty football players, overexcited freshmen, and girls who stepped out with barely anything on, all vying for attention. You could feel the moment eyes zeroed in on your back, your hips had an extra sway to them.

“Two shots, babe,” Mina declared, dragging you toward the kitchen. The counter was already lined with bottles of tequila, vodka, and an assortment of mixers, and a few guys stood nearby, eyeing them with interest. Denki and Sero were already high or tipsy as they both grinned at you two.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Denki teased, nudging Sero. “Damn, y’all took your time.”

Mina rolled her eyes, pouring two shots with practiced ease. “Perfection takes time, boys.”

Sero whistled, eyeing her up and down before throwing an arm around Kirishima, who had just joined them. “Yeah, well, Kiri over here doesn’t mind waiting, does he?”

Kirishima chuckled, slipping an arm around Mina’s waist and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Nope. Worth it every time.”

Mina beamed, shooting him a playful look before tossing back her shot. You followed suit, the burn of the alcohol settling in your chest.

You could feel Denki's eyes burning on your lower back, you turned towards him, head tilted as your eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Yes Denks, how can I help you?"

"When are you gonna let me take you out pretty?" You giggled at his outburst, he tripped over his own feet, trying to style it out as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

Across the room, Bakugo sat on the worn leather couch, drink in hand, scowling at nothing in particular. The party was loud, annoying, and full of people he barely tolerated, but it was for his team, so he had to be here.

His boys had left to do shots not too long ago, but Kirishima made his way back over with his girl on his arm. His eyes scanned the room lazily until something—or rather, someone—caught his attention.

His eyes zeroed in on you, you wore some low-rise jeans that clung to your ass nicely, he couldn't make out the top but he could see how it also clung to you like a second skin, the way you moved—fuck.

His grip tightened around his cup as he watched you spark a blunt. He eyed the way you moved slightly to the music like it was second nature to you, the glow of your skin under the dim lighting making something in his chest tighten. Then came the moment that really set him off—you giggled at something that dunce face was saying and he swore he felt his blood pressure spike.

“Tch,” he scoffed, leaning back. “Fucking hell.”

Kirishima, sitting beside him with Mina tucked under his arm, followed his gaze and grinned. “Ohhh. You got it bad, bro.”

Bakugo’s scowl deepened. “Shut the hell up shitty hair.” He downed the rest of his drink before making his way into the kitchen.

Your eyes sparkled as you looked over Denki's shoulder, turning your attention back to the electric blonde in front of you. “Looking like a damn dream tonight. Who’d you get all dressed up for, sweetheart?”

You tilted your head, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Denki chuckled, giving you back the blunt after he took a draw without breaking eye contact. “Maybe you should give a guy a hint. I’m great at keeping secrets.”

Before you could respond, a sharp presence entered the kitchen—Bakugo, his expression thunderous as his eyes locked onto Denki.

“The hell do you think you’re doin’, Dunce Face?” Bakugo growled, stepping between the two of you.

The spiky haired blonde held up his hands in mock surrender, chuckling. “Relax, man. Just being friendly.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, and though Denki was grinning, he got the message loud and clear. With a wink at you, he backed off, moving to find someone else to charm.

With Denki gone, you turned your attention to Bakugo, tilting your head. “What was that about?”

The blonde scoffed, crossing his arms. “Tch. Like I’m lettin’ some dumbass flirt with you.”

You pouted playfully. “Aw, jealous?”

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening. “Watch it.”

You licked your lips, grinning when you noticed how quickly his eyes darted towards them. “Watch what? I didn’t do anything.”

He stepped closer, “You keep runnin’ that mouth mama...”

You batted your lashes, pulling one more drag from the blunt that lay between your fingers, you stood on your tiptoes and blew the excess smoke into his face. "There's so much I can do with my mouth."

He short-circuited; he never in his life thought a girl could leave him tongue-tied, but here you were. All he wanted to do was get his hands on you but he stalled, you were already off on the dance floor as some song by sexy red blared through the speakers.

He watched as Mina began hyping you up on the dance floor, his eyes glued to your ass as you began to twerk against the girl. He felt the way his jeans tightened, the telltale sign of his hard-on pressed right against his crotch. He growled as he watched some lowlife try to get between the two of you. he didn't even realise he pushed the extra away until he was on you, a rough hand gripping your waist and yanking you against him. His breath was hot against your ear.

"I'm done with this, take your ass upstairs before I drag you there myself," You felt your stomach flip, smirking lightly as you faced the your friend—his dick pressing up against your ass. You rolled your neck to the side, feeling his hot breath against you; you knew your panties were a mess.

You could say no, you knew you could. But why would you? You had been playin' this boy for damn near a year and you were finally ready to give in.

You didn't say a word to him, but you winked at Mina before strutting your way upstairs. Bakugo didn't hesitate to follow behind you, leaving all but 10 seconds between your departure. He seemed to be annoyed by the pace in your steps because you soon felt his palm on your bare back, his thumb gliding along the base of your butterfly tattoo as he guided you to his room.

He barely acknowledged the few people loitering in the hallway as he pushed open his door and yanked you inside. The heavy oak door slammed shut behind you, the muffled bass of the party now nothing but a dull thrum against the walls.

Your back hit the wood before you could take another breath. You looked up at the blonde, his hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in as his scent—smoky caramel and the lingering spice of his cologne—wrapped around you, drowning you. His breath was hot against your cheek, his chest rising and falling with the force of his restraint.

Your eyes scan his room, you didn't expect for his room to be this organised but it was. You didn't have enough time to admire it as you felt his hand grip the sides of your face, forcing you attention back on him.

"You done with that shit now?" His voice was dark as it hung in the air; you looked up at him through your lashes, your bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

"That depends. What's in it for me?" You barely got out the words before your hands and face were pressed against the food , the blonde kicked your feet apart. "Hey--" Your ass stung from the palm coming down hard on your ass, your breathing array as your stomach tightened.

"All the games you've played with me over the year, it's only fair we play one final one here, don't you think?" You moaned slightly as you felt his finger graze the wings of your tattoo; his touch was much softer than earlier. You heard him shift behind you, his knees hitting the floor beneath him.

He mumble a quiet 'fuck' before his lips grazed your skin. Your eyes rolled back softly as his lips softly worked against your back, you could hear him mumble quiet praises mixed in with curses which caused your pussy to flutter in your jeans.

"You walk around here acting like you own the place, teasing me, acting fucking bratty..."

Your moans grew louder; he was standing behind you now-- his hands around your stomach as his fingers grazed the waistline of your jeans. He hadn't even done anything yet you were a fucking mess.

"If I were to put my hands down your jeans, how wet would you be?" Your head rolled to the side, his nose buried in your neck as he inhaled the strong scent of coco butter that seemed to be mixed in with your YSL perfume.

"Yo-your ego is too big. Who says even if I am wet, it'd be because of you?" You knew you were playing with fire; the blonde was like a dynamite waiting to implode and you just loved playing with matches.

You felt his hand around your throat before you could blink, he squeezed enough to send you a warning but not hard enough to completely cut off your airways.

"So not only are you a brat, but you're a slut too." You would normally flip out on a nigga if he called you out of your name but not him. Katsuki Bakugo was the perfect exception.

You moaned; you don't know whether it was from his words or his touch. The way his fingers glided along your skin, the way your boobs fit perfectly in his hand, it was all perfect.

Your head rolled to the side, his mouth sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck as he played with your nipples.

You pulled away from him, turning to face him. His brows raised as he watched you—waiting for your next move. Smirking, you pushed past the angry blonde, making your way towards his bed. You put an extra sway in her hips, moving slowly as you could hear the slight bass of the music downstairs.

The music was nothing more than a dull thump, barely noticeable under the thick, charged silence of Bakugo’s dimly lit bedroom. The only glow in the space came from the red LED lights tracing the ceiling, casting everything in a deep, sultry haze. It made the shadows darker, the air heavier.

But the only thing Bakugo was focused on was you.

You stood in the middle of his room, body humming with liquid confidence.

He sat back in his desk chair, legs spread wide, jeans stretched over thick thighs, his dark shirt tight across his chest. His elbows rested lazily on his knees, but his grip was tense—like he was holding himself back. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his eyes burning with something raw, something dangerous.

But he didn’t move.

Not yet; he'll let you have your fun.

The heavy beat from the speaker wrapped around you, slow, seductive, built for movement. Built for control.

And right now? You were in control.

You started to sway, rolling your hips to the rhythm, slow and deliberate. The brown backless top you wore clung to every curve, the soft fabric pressing against your skin like a second layer. The deep colour only made the warmth of your brown skin stand out more, glowing under the red light, catching Bakugo’s attention like a damn magnet.

His fingers twitched.

He bit his lip as he watched you twirl softly, getting a glimpse of the tattoo on your lower back every time you moved. He remembers when he first noticed it, you were at cheer practice, wearing these tiny ass little shorts that hugged your ass nicely and when you bent over into a stretch, the sun hit the tattoo like a fucking halo. Funny, for something so fucking sinful.

He thought he'd cum in his pants when he first saw it. His gaze often tried to find it whenever he could; he watched when you turned away, the sharp edge of his jaw tightening like he was clenching his teeth.

You turned, giving him your back, letting your hands trail down your waist, slow and teasing, fingertips brushing over the tiny, silver belly button piercing that gleamed under the red light.

You dipped low, rolling your hips in time with the music, and you swore you heard his breath hitch.

A slow smirk curled on your lips.

Still swaying to the soft beat, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and began to peel them down, inch by agonising inch. The soft denim clung to your curves, sliding lower over your hips, over your thighs, until it finally pooled at your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your brown top and the black lace thong hugging your body just right.

His breath came out harsh, like a punch to the chest.

His gaze dropped.

And then, it stayed there.

On your thighs.

Thick, smooth, gleaming under the red light, your skin's deep warmth making his mouth dry. The contrast of the black lace against your skin made something in his gut tighten, something feral clawing up his spine.

Fuck, he could see everything. The soft dip where your thighs met your hips, the plush, toned shape of them, the way they pressed together just enough to make his fingers twitch.

He wanted them— he wanted his face buried between them, feeling them shake as you came apart. Fuck he was going to make it happen.

The muscle in his jaw ticked. His fingers curled into tight fists, his whole body felt tight, like a wire pulled too thin, like a matchstick ready to ignite.

And you? You knew exactly what you were doing.

Stepping out of your jeans, you turned, trailing your fingers along your own waist, your hands palmed your ass but not for long because they were already buried deep in your hair as you continued dancing for him.

Then, because you were a fucking brat, you dragged your hands up the sides of your body, arching your back slightly, letting him take in every curve, every dip.

He didn't even give you a moment to breathe because he was on you.

There was nothing soft about the kiss. Nothing hesitant. This was raw, heated, unrestrained.

Bakugo kissed you like he wanted to consume you.

His lips were hungry, moving against yours in a way that left no doubt. One of his hands tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss as his other hand gripped the small of your back, keeping you flush against him.

You moaned into his mouth, and that only made him rougher.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, sharp and teasing, his tongue demanding, coaxing you open, stealing every breath, every sound. It was desperate, wild.

And fuck—you loved it.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his dark shirt as your body pressed against his, rolling against him, taunting him, teasing him. The way his grip tightened, the way his breath hitched—he felt everything, and it was driving him insane.

His hands were rough as they roamed, trailing up your sides, his thumbs brushing the edge of your top, teasing the sliver of skin beneath.

Fuck.

He pulled away just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you panting, both of you so close, so desperate. His cyes were wild, wide with want, with possession.

"Take off your top, lay on the bed with your legs pushed up to your chest."

You blinked as you still tried to catch your breath, "What?" A cry left your lips and the blonde pinched your covered nipple, his eyes still dark as they watched you.

"Did I stutter? Get on the bed, legs to your chest, now."

You didn't hesitate this time, quickly getting rid of your top you followed suit to the bed, laying down in the centre you pulled your legs up to your chest, your nails resting on the back of your knees.

You heard him mumble something but the race of your heart got in the way. All your liquid courage had gone out the window. You were getting what you wanted but you couldn't ignore the feeling in your stomach, scared or excited at what he might do? You didn't care anymore.

He kneeled by the edge of the bed, pulling you closer to him, but your legs stayed where they were. His lips began kissing the inside of your thighs, ignoring the one place you wanted him most. Your pants and whimpers grew louder, and you swore you heard the bastard chuckle.

"Katsuki..." You yelped once you felt a bite on your thigh, you knew tomorrow there would be the indentations of his teeth against your brown skin causing you to curse.

"’M’Sorry mama, didn't expect to hear my name come out of your pretty mouth." His tongue continuously swiped over the mark but you could feel the smirk against your skin causing you to suck your teeth.

"Make it up to me and eat my pussy then."

His chuckle was dark before you felt his lips kiss your clothed slit before his teeth tore through the fabric. "Oh baby, I'm going to devour you."

His heated breath ghosted across your sensitive flesh, his tongue tracing teasing circles around your clit before dipping lower to taste you properly. Your eyes rolled back as moans laced your tongue, your hands leaving your thighs to find their way in his hair but the blonde wasn’t having it.

"Keep your legs up there, you’re a fucking cheerleader—don't get lazy on me now." You groaned as he began kitten-licking the area around your clit before you complied.

His deep groan vibrated against your core as he savoured your sweetness, his hot breath making you shiver with each exhale. His hands found your ass, pulling you closer as he devoured you with increasing intensity, drawing out those sweet sounds he'd only dreamed of hearing.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned against your sensitive flesh, his voice rough with desire. "Knew you would give up the act, your too much of a slut not to want me to ruin you." His thumb found your clit, circling it with deliberate pressure while his tongue delved deeper, claiming every inch of you. Your fingers began to leave impressions on your skin from how hard you were gripping, he worked you closer to the edge, his movements becoming more intense with each passing moment. His roughness only heightened the passion, every touch and growl reminding you of the fire that burned within him.

"Shiiiit, Katsuki-- I'm gonna cum." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moans slipping through your lips as he continued to work his tongue through your pussy.

He loved the way his name flowed from your lips and your mouth shaped it—a masterpiece in motion. Your voice, a melody, and your lips, a work of art. To be the one who heard it, the one who brought you this joy? It made him smile to himself, lost in the bliss of it all.

You felt two of his fingers roughly pull in and out of you, drawing louder moans from your throat. "Eh, who told you that you could cum without asking me?" Your hands leave your legs, not having enough strength and willpower to hold yourself up any longer, but Bakugo helps you out. One leg had been pulled over his shoulder, and the blonde held a bruising grip on your other thigh while his fingers and tongue continued to pull an orgasm out of you.

"P-leaasee, please, please." Your fingers gripped his locks pulling his face closer to your cunt. He nibbled on your clit, his face looking up at you, his grin wide as he watched you come apart on his fingers.

"Go on then baby, cum for me." And your body followed his command, all you could hear was his continued praises as he worked you through your orgasm.

You heard him chuckle as he reluctantly removed his fingers from your sopping cunt. Your vision began to clear as you watched him pull his shirt over his head, you moaned from the sight, the definition of his torso, every sculpted ridge of his abs—he was built like he was made to destroy, broad shoulders tapering into a lean, cut waist.

And those arms?

Thick, veined, carved to perfection—you wanted those arms around you as he fucked you into oblivion.

He smirked when he caught you staring, chest rising and falling with every controlled breath.

“You done eye-fucking me?” His voice was thick as he watched your thighs rub together to release some friction. You watched as his hands pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach before it stood bold and proud in front of you.

Fuck.

Of course, he was that fucking big, he had the fucking ego for it.

He started to kiss up your legs as he made his way up your body. You pulled yourself up on your elbows before your lips met his, your tongue forced its way into his mouth, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. The kiss was messy, desperate, and utterly consuming, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bit down gently, drawing a gasp from you.

You hadn't realised your head hit the mattress, he threw your leg over his shoulder, his lips leaving yours, grazing your ears as the head of his cock tapped against your clit, drawing a sharp jolt from you, and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips before he slowly pushed inside. You both moaned from the feeling of him bottoming out, your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and squeezing him so tightly it made his breath hitch.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as he nearly collapsed on top of you, your nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails, "Wanted you for so fucking long, but you walked around like you were too fucking good for me." He rasped, his voice thick with need. He delivered a hard thrust, stretching you to your limit as a strangled cry escaped your lips.

"That's it," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled you against him. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and squeezing so tightly it made his breath hitch. "So fucking tight," he growled, his hips snapping forward with rough, punishing thrusts that left you gasping.

He pushed your right leg up towards the headboard, his thrusts got deeper, your moans grew louder as you felt him deeper in your cervix, your eyes travelled down to where you two met. Moaning as you watched his cock pull in and out of you, his chuckle broke you out of your trance, eyes finding his as he angled his hips, driving into you harder, faster, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

"So tight, so pretty," he purred, his lips trailing up your throat. His teeth grazed your pulse before he bit down, marking you.

Meeting each of Bakugo's powerful thrusts, you felt yourself gush around him, your arousal soaking his thick length each time he pulled back before slamming down again. The lewd sounds of your connection filled the room, mixing with your desperate moans. Your stomach coiled tight with building pressure, toes curling as the intensity becomes almost too much to bear. Your hands pressed against his chest, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Wait! Katsuki... I-" Your words dissolved into a cry as your walls clenched around him violently. "I can't... it's too much," you gasped, even as your body betrayed you by pulling him deeper, your legs now wrapped around his waist.

"Too much?" he growled, his voice laced with taunt, his grip tightening on your hips as he maintained his relentless pace. "This is exactly what you needed, isn't it? That’s why you act so fucking bratty, just wanted to me fuck it outta you. " His voice was rough with desire as he watched you fall apart beneath him.

"This pussy is so perfect," He growled, his eyes locked on the way your slick walls clung to his cock, creaming and squeezing him with every thrust. "It's like it was made just for me. Tell me, baby, whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Daddy," you slurred, mind a haze, voice trembling as the overwhelming pleasure built to a breaking point. Your body was on the edge, your pussy aching to release as his relentless pace drove you closer. He chuckled darkly, his hips snapping forward even faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your lips parted with continued moans, "You know long I've been wanting to fuck the brat outta you?" He rasped, voice dripped with need, "And look at you now, drunk on my cock calling me daddy. I think you're ready to cum now. I want it all on my cock. Can you do that for me, mama? Or is that too much for your sweet little pussy to handle?"

Before you could even respond, the pressure inside you exploded like a tidal wave, your juices spraying against his thighs in a messy, uncontrollable release. Katsuki groaned in appreciation, biting his lip as he watched you come undone beneath him. "Good girl," he muttered, his voice rough and low, as you gasped for breath, your body trembling in his grasp.

The blonde above you continued to drive into you as he chased his own orgasm, you moaned as your walls welcomed the hot ropes of his cum. You winced when his body left yours, you could hear him whispering rough praises to you, unable to piece the words together but you could feel the warm cloth as he began to clean you up.

The room was hot, the air thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and sex. The sheets beneath you were a tangled mess, your body still humming from everything that had just happened.

After he cleaned you up, the blonde lay beside you, eyes glued to you, your eyes closed as your body hummed from your orgasm. His chest rising and falling, your skin glistening under the dim light making you look like a fucking brownie. His arm was draped over your waist, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin.

Then, his voice—low, rough, and possessive—broke through the silence.

“You finished with your game, you gonna be mine now?”

A statement, not a question.

You smirked, rolling onto your side to face him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh yeah?” you teased, voice sultry. “Why would I do that?”

His red eyes darkened, jaw tightening as his grip on your waist flexed, his fingers pressing into your bare skin. “Because you were a slut for my cock, you started calling me daddy.”

You bit your lip, clearly enjoying the way his dominance flared. “Mmm, I don’t know, Katsuki. Could have been a lapse in judgment."

You giggled as he flipped you over onto your stomach; pulling your ass in the air. You knew he would continue to drag multiple orgasms out of you until you said you were his.

And you smirked into the sheets, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted him.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

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bakugoswifee · 2 months ago

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Bakugo k. hc's with a ! black gf

Hair Obsession: He won’t admit it, but he loves your hair. Whether it’s curls, braids, or a silk press, he’s always staring. If you let him help take out your braids, he acts annoyed but secretly enjoys it.

Overprotective as Hell: Someone looks at you sideways? He’s already rolling up his sleeves. You had to stop him from fighting people over the smallest things. “Baby, relax.” “Nah, ‘cause what the hell did they just say?”

He’d call you “baby” when he’s feeling soft and “my pretty girl” when he’s showing off. If he’s annoyed, it’s just “dumbass”, but with love.

If you’re taking out your braids, he’ll huff, “Tch, sit down. I’ll help.” He pretends it’s a chore, but he’s surprisingly gentle.

He stares a lot. If you catch him, he just shrugs. “Can’t help it. You’re fine as hell.”

He’s overprotective but in a “You talk to her crazy, and I’ll blow your face off” way.

Will pull you into his chest at night, grumbling, “Stop movin’. Just go to sleep, dumbass.” But he’s the one holding you tighter.

And don't EVEN get me started The moment someone says something racist to you, Bakugo's entire demeanor changes. His eyes narrow, flames practically flickering in his gaze, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. He steps toward them with deadly precision, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turn white.

“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice is a low growl, the anger in his tone enough to make anyone nearby tense up. He’s already pissed, but the thought of anyone disrespecting you pushes him to the brink.

If they try to backpedal or make excuses, it only makes him angrier. “Don’t even try to apologize, you racist piece of shit. You don’t get to talk like that to my girl.” His hands crackle with explosions, ready to teach them a lesson they’ll never forget.

First post! Hope you liked it.

Dividers! - credits @junabuggy

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slut4sugu · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐂𝐒 — MINA ASHIDO

❀ Including: agedup!characters, Mina x black!reader, use of names: mamas, pretty girl, ma, pretty girl, princess, slight suggestion towards the end, mentions of hellva boss, also since its cannon that mina is black im gonna write her as such (im keeping her pink skin tho its so pretty) So if thats a problem please keep scrolling! ❀ Genre: fluff/suggestiveness ❀ kams note: BRO I LOVE MINA SM IDK WHY I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR HER SOONER

Back to masterlist . ♬ : slumber party: ashnikko & bonetown: versokia mayday

[🌸] FIRST WEEKS DATING

Since you guys were close friends before you dated mina felt as though you were the perfect person for her to be with and she was the perffect person for you. She knew what you liked and what you didn’t. What turned you on and what creeped you out, but when it came to actually asking you out she felt a lump in her throat. You helped the pink girl calm down and told her to take her time and just say what she had to say, and once she did as such you were beyond shocked yet happy at her words.

“You like me ?” Your acrylic nail pointing to her than back to your chest, your eyes slightly wide at the news. “Yeah..I’m sorry you prolly don’t feel the same-“ You shushed her quickly by pouncing on her body the bed dipping under your weight slightly as you straddled her waist. Giggling as you shook your head. “Ash don’t be sorry, I like you too. I have since you said i was your quote ‘baby mama’.” She blushed at the confession, sitting up against her headboard hesitantly wondering if she should put her hands on your hips or not. (Despite the fact ya’ll have done gay shit before lol.) “Soo does that mean you wanna date me?” She asked, her eyes looking into your pretty brown ones. “Yesss, of course i wanna date you ash- actually i wanna be your baby mama.” You said teasingly with a slight smirk, causing Mina to loose her once shy demeanor and resort back to her regular self. “Then kiss me, pretty girl.”

You both became inseparable. Never leaving each others sides all day, and going as far to work on combination moves with your quirk (you can imagine that for yourself but if you can’t think of nothing uhh your a winx fairy ion know😭).

Even though mina spends most of her time with you and knows how comfortable you are with her, almost everytime she wants to kiss you she always asks. You say she doesn’t have to but she says that ‘I wanna make sure you wanna kiss me as much i wanna kiss you.’ (And she likes hearing you whine when she takes to long to kiss you back <3)

Loves coming over late at night to sleep in your comfy bed, explaining that she can’t sleep without having her hand on your boob. When you both know that she likes cuddling with you more than anything. Though you also know that you can’t fall asleep without her small soft hand squeezing your soft mound.

On the nights she really really misses you, she does her skin care routine at your place and hangs out with you as much as she can before going back on patrol. Promising to be in bed by your side by the time you wake up.

Always pays for your nails & hair appointments, her hero work pays well and she knows yours do too but she loves the sight of her hard money well spent on pretty hello kitty nails.

[🌸] FIRST COUPLE MONTHS

After a few months of dating you she’ll stop asking you for kisses and just give you surprise ones instead, its so cute how she’ll announce her presence with a giggle before attacking you with kisses. She’ll usually tickle you too just to get your attention for the time being, Mina loves having you all to herself and eating up your precious time when you should be doing something else.

Will gladly braid your hair for you! She’s such a sweetheart too, if you start to get tired she’ll let you lean on the inner side of her thigh and doze off while she finishes up for you. Trust n believe she’s taking dozens of pictures of your sleeping face without your knowledge <33

Definitely has gotten matching braids with you before with little beads at the end, its so pretty how the colors compliment her pretty skin. And you of course go out of your way to tell your pretty girlfriend how hot she looks with her knotless braids <33

Starts to leave her clothes over at your place just to have an excuse to come over and stay the night. And well..she loves seeing you in just underwear and her shirts. She thinks it’s the cutest and hottest thing ever <3

If you have a car/ or ride in hers she insists on driving, saying that your her pretty passenger princess and deserves to just chill and play whatever song you want

Buys matching bonnets with you once she starts to realize just exactly how important you are to her <3

Definitely watches hellva boss and LOVES versokia mayday & queen bee. Mina cosplayed for her on your birthday and lets just say yall had fun with the outfit afterwards <33

Listens to: Odetari, niki minaj, ice spice, Beyoncé, ashnikko, Lizzo, flo Milli, Megan the stallion, Marina, and ofc Summer walker

[🌸] 4+ MONTHS

Starts thinking about marrying you fr

Atp everything is natural with you, ass grabs, neck kisses that end up with hickeys on your neck visible for everyone to see. Speaking of that, Mina’s always liked showing you off even if it was slightly inappropriate when she did. Kissing you in front of others, making out with you in clubs, grinding her ass on you, etc. It doesn’t matter to Mina, she just loves showing her girl off.

Taking showers together becomes a daily thing, wash days are especially fun when Mina’s tired from hero work. Her sweet little girlfriend washes her pink hair for her, her bones turning into mush when you massage your fingers into her scalp.

Makeout sessions every day <3

Loves teasing you by calling you names, the way your eyes dart to the corner of the room just motivates Mina even more. Your facial expressions drive her up the wall, she loves how dominant you can be only to turn around and be submissive when she calls you dirty girl or doll.

You had just finished making your shared bed when you heard your girlfriend ask “Are you wearing those black panties i bought you a week ago?” Glancing over your shoulder to see Mina, who’s eyes were stuck on the visible panties that could be seen slightly below your pink bratz shirt. You hummed in response, “They are comfy as hell and I didn’t feel like putting on shorts so-“ You squeaked as you felt a hand on your lower back suddenly push you onto the bed, your arms being folded behind your back as a hand held them tightly. The other going under your shirt from behind, moving it up to fully reveal the scandalous underwear that hugged your ass. “All of this for me doll? Damn you must want something taunting me like this.” Mina’s voice sent a warmth to your core, her touch not helping as you felt her free hand drift back down to your waist and to your ass giving it a squeeze. A small sigh of pleasure escaping from your lips as you felt a heat begin to throb in between your legs with need. Leaning down against you, Mina’s boobs pressed agaisnt your back. Her breath on the shell of your ear which sent chills down your spine. “Do you want something ma? Hmm?” Her voice like silk as her hand went back to your waist, pulling you by the waist and grinding against you. “Answer me honey, you know I like hearing you say what you want.”

#🌸. 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐌 #mha #mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #Mina ashido x black!fem reader #mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x female reader #mha x black female reader #Mha x fem!reader #mina x y/n #mina x you #mina x reader #Mina ashido imagine #Mina ashido smut #Mina ashido lesbian #mha x black reader smut #mha x you #mha imagines

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meganwiththeknees · 8 months ago

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Distant

Chapter 7

Summary:

You and Denki realize you need to sort things out.

It had officially been three weeks since Denki had seen you. Stress seemed to linger as you were on his mind every day (all day, unless he was occupied by something else). Hero work kept him busy for most of his day, but all his thoughts went straight to you once he got home. It's funny because it’s not like he had much free time when he got home. For the most part, he would simply shower then go to sleep, but for those moments that should have been peace and relaxation, the only thing on his mind was, well, you.

It was getting harder for Denki to get through the day, and it started to show. When he would go on his breaks, he would run the whole conversation in his head on replay. If he was in a meeting, he would hear your broken cries in his head over and over again. Until a week ago, he ignored it the best he could at work until people noticed something was off. His sidekicks said he was zoned out most of the time, and his coworkers just said he was acting off.

So, Denki did the only logical thing that he could think of to cope, sex. Denki didn’t mean to get into this 'relationship' with Jirou. It was just something quick and easy for him to enjoy. Over the past year or so, he and Jirou had fallen into this interesting relationship of theirs. In short, they were friends with benefits.

So here he was, in his room with Jirou, enjoying yet another sinful night full of lust and moans. However, this time it was different. The only thing he could think of was you. He imagined himself doing the things he was doing with Jirou, but with you. Having sex with you was different- it was better. His imagination was starting to get the better of him, and he did the unthinkable. He had called out your name. That’s when everything stopped.

“What the hell- what the fuck was that!?” Jirou shoved Denki off her and shuffled to the other side of the bed, eyes full of pure shock.

“…I’m sorry I-,” Denki was cut off mid-sentence to Jirou, sighing abruptly.

“Look, if you got something going on, then don’t try to use me to get that shit off your mind. If you wanted to, we could have talked, but this is just fucked up.”

“Look- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Denki sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. “I guess my head really isn’t in the right place,” Denki murmurs the last part under his breath.

“Clearly! Listen, I don't know what happened between you, but if it’s some shit like back in high school, just grow a pair and talk to her. You can’t do the same thing again and walk on eggshells around her.” Jirou lectured Denki as he looked down in shame.

“Yeah, you're right, but we recently got into an argument, and I don’t even know if she wants to talk right now,” Denki admits.

“Well, you will never know unless you try. She’s probably waiting for you to say something first since you're the one that caused the argument in the first place. Knowing you, you probably said something stupid that upset her.” Jirou sighs as she begins to get up and grab her things.

“Hey, who said I started the argument- and where are you going?” Denki finds the courage to look back up at Jirou.

“By the way you're acting, I can tell you did something, and I’m leaving. You seem to have a lot on your mind right now, and I think you need to be alone to collect your thoughts. In the meantime, while you figure things out, I’ll be on my way. When things are figured out, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll be there. So, feel free to call me when things blow over or don’t depending on how good or bad things go. For your sake, I’m hoping things go well.” Jirou finished putting on the rest of her clothes and walked out of the room.

“Ahhh! What the fuck just happened?” Denki throws his hands onto his face as he deflates onto the bed.

It had been a week or so since the whole lunch fiasco with Ochako and everyone. Today you got a message from an unfamiliar number.

5:56 PM

Unknown

hi!!!!!!!

just wanted to see how mina was doin

5:59 PM

who dis?

You usually don’t reply to numbers that you don’t know because most of the time it’s just spam, but the number was actually Izuku’s. He claimed he messaged you to figure out how Mina was doing, but you knew that wasn’t the reason.

6:00 PM

Zuku

oh it's izuku

i forgot I got a new number

6:00 PM

ohhh okay lol

6:01 PM

Zuku

it's nice to have ur number back tho!!

can't believe we lost touch :(

how’s everything?

Honestly, you weren’t okay. Your mind seemed to think about a million things each second. To top it all off, you caught a cold from one of your idiotic overworking coworkers that came in sick (Because who would want to take a perfect day off instead of working?). Alas, that’s how you ended up stuck at home for the week, bundled up in layers of clothes and blankets trying to block out the cold winter air. Of course, you didn’t tell Izuku those things.

6:03 PM

im good, hbu?

6:03 PM

Zuku

im good! lil tired from work tho

OH, i have something to tell you!! :D

6:03 PM

go for it

6:04 PM

Zuku

alr so here me out

Those words set him off. Right after you messaged him he went on a long tangent about how Todoroki can be “funny” sometimes and makes questionable jokes at the same time.

6:11 PM

Zuku

anyway ik im super funny n all but seriously tho, you good from the other day?

You honestly didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with what he was saying, and your cold was starting to give you a headache from all the coughing you were doing. So, you replied the best way you could.

6:11 PM

how many times am i gonna have to tell you im fine?

don't you got hero work to get back to

6:12 PM

Zuku

yeah yeah just making sure my bestie is ok <3

6:12 PM

never say bestie again.

As you set your phone down on the nightstand and began to get up and fish for a pill for your overbearing headache, your phone buzzed, signifying you got another message. You grabbed your phone to see who it was from, and your stomach sinks a bit when you see it was no one other than Denki. Part of you wanted to put the phone down and not respond, but you knew if you did that, you would never bring yourself to talk to him again. So, you opened the message, and it only said two things.

6:15 PM

Denki

we need 2 talk

i get off around 7:30 so...

You stared at your phone for a while, contemplating your answer.

6:20 PM

Denki

ill head 2 ur place

need that address tho

Part of you didn't want him to come to your place since you were sick and your house looked like a mess from a week of no cleaning. As well as the fact that you had a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he might chicken out and not come to your house. So, that leads you to your decision of asking to go to his house instead.

6:22 PM

can we talk at yours instead?

Denki seemed to take forever to text back after that, so you assumed he had gone back to work. In the five minutes that it took him to text back, you had finally gotten a pill to get rid of your headache and some water to help with your coughing.

6:27 PM

Denki

👍

You decided to end the conversation there as you received an address to Denki’s apartment. You wait for the time to pass before you went to his place.

—

Around 6:45, you checked the address that Denki had sent to see how far it was. You knew he lives in the city, and it shouldn’t be too far from your residence, considering you live about a twenty-minute drive out of the city. You saw that he lived thirty minutes away from your place, so that gave you about fifteen minutes to get ready.

You honestly couldn’t be bothered with how you looked, considering you probably looked like shit from your cold anyway. So, you grabbed a sweater and some sweatpants that you had discarded in the corner of your room about a day ago. Then you proceeded to your bathroom to put on some deodorant and pull back your hair into a low puff. You didn’t bother to slick your hair back or do any sort of edges since you would put a beanie over it anyway.

As you're about to walk out your door, you grab a coat and throw it over your body, as well as a mask to cover the cough that didn’t seem like it was going to cease any time soon. You stumble a little as you put warm boots on, and you then proceed to walk out of your house and head to the car after locking your door. You get in the car and turn up the heat immediately. You honestly weren’t that big of a fan for winter. It was nice if it snowed, but other than that, you didn’t like it. Once you finish typing in the address in your GPS, you begin to head to Denki’s apartment.

You begin to think of all the things you two needed to talk about. A lot of things- too many things were left unsaid since the last time you two sat down and talked. Part of you wasn’t looking forward to the conversation ahead, but you also wanted to get everything off your chest.

Arriving, you could see that Denki lived in a rather quiet part of the city. Everything was admirable and luxurious, but the surroundings were serene. There were no loud cars or trains to disturb the beautiful frill apartments in the area.

When you finally found his apartment building and a parking spot, you got out of your car. You admired the quality of the apartment complex another time as you started to make your way to the elevator. Denki lived on the top floor, so you had to wait in the elevator for a bit. When the elevator finally came to a stop, you stepped out and wandered around, searching for Denki’s apartment number. You double-check that it's the right number when you finally find it. You didn't realize the breath you were holding in as you rang the doorbell. There was no answer, so you ring it again. When he doesn’t answer a third time you assume he can’t hear the doorbell and begin to knock real hard on the door. Still, there was no answer.

You pull out your phone and check the time; 7:42 PM. It was safe to assume that Denki got held up at work, one of the many cons of being a pro hero. You would have to text him and let him know you were at his place. Although, you didn’t want to disturb his work, nor did you want him to feel bad for being late.

It was freezing outside, and you knew this weather couldn’t be good for your cold, but you didn’t want to go in your car. You didn’t want Denki to think you had left because he was late. So, you stood there in cold weather on the mini balcony at the front of Denki’s door, leaning on the slim glass railing, looking at the pretty little lights in the city.

After about fifteen minutes of staring at the lights with your mind full of racing questions, you hear a small ding indicating that someone is getting off the elevator. You acknowledge the footsteps starting to approach you, looking over your shoulder to see the man that has been on your mind for three weeks now. You don’t fail to notice how he almost freezes when he sees you, and his once exhausted face lights up at the sight of your face. You turn your full attention to him as you greet him and slowly walk towards his frozen figure.

The only thing that you can register after a few seconds is the feeling of two muscular arms hugging you tightly and a faint whisper in your ear.

“I’m sorry,” Denki whispered as he held you tighter.

You glanced up when he finally stopped hugging you, and you could catch the genuineness in his eyes. You frankly didn’t know if he's apologizing for being late or for what he said, but you still anticipated either apology.

“How long have you been waiting out here? You’re freezing,” Denki questioned with a worried look on his face, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I haven’t been out here for that long- ahem,” You pull away from Denki when you sense a bundle of coughs bubbling out of your throat. You had a full-on coughing fit.

“Woah, are you okay?” Denki tries to pat your back. “Let’s go inside and get you some water,” Denki said as he opened the door for the two of you.

The first thing you notice as you walk in is...the cheetah print welcome mat. You weren’t surprised, though, considering Denki’s odd taste. As you walked further into the house, you noticed that the interior was rather pleasant. You follow Denki into his kitchen, where you then proceed to sit down in one of the chairs at the long island countertop.

“Are you sick or something?” Denki glances at your face masks before putting down a glass of water in front of you.

“I’m okay- it's nothing too bad. One of my coworkers came in sick about a week ago and gave me a cold.”

“You’ve been sick for a week? How is that not bad? You also just stood outside in the freezing cold waiting for me, so that’s not any better. Not to mention those coughs I just heard.”

“Look at you being the observant type,” You mumble under your breath as you take a sip of your water.

You honestly didn’t know what came over you when you said that, but you came to his home to get down to business anyway. There was no point in beating around the bush when you two both know the real reason you stopped by his place.

“Look, when I said that I was sorry earlier...I meant it. I was a total dickhead when I said that stuff at the diner. I know that choosing not to be a Pro Hero anymore is a sensitive subject for you, and I don’t know why I even bought it up. If I could go back, I would change everything I said that day. I’m truly sorry.

“You're lucky I’m not one to hold grudges, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you yet. I still recall you saying how I didn’t try to reach out to you,” You glare at Denki with an eyebrow raised. “How could I possibly be the one to blame for that when you were the one that never responded when I did?”

“I was deflecting,” Denki sighs out as he looks you in the eyes. “The reason that I never answered your calls back then was that I was upset with you. When the whole thing happened with you in our third year at UA, things didn’t feel the same anymore.”

“What do you mean? Back then, I tried to talk to you when I felt comfortable enough to open up about the situation, but you had always shut me down and claimed you had something to do. So, what made things change between the two of us?” You were looking at Denki with an intense gaze, waiting for him to answer your questions.

Denki looked at you for a minute. You two sat in complete silence. You could see in his eyes that he was trying to gather his thoughts, or more so, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.

“I was...jealous.” Denki finally said, letting out yet another sigh.

“Huh? What were you possibly jealous of? I was barely attending class because of therapy. Not to mention I couldn’t sleep most nights. So, please tell me what you could have possibly-”

“I was jealous of Izuku.”

You were caught off guard by what he said. Why would he have any reason to be jealous of Izuku? You two were best friends at the time, and yeah, Izuku was your friend too, but he was your best friend. Didn’t he know that?

Sure when the whole situation went down back then, you had spent more time with Izuku, but that was because he understood what you were going through. He was there to help you when times were tough, and you felt like you could always lean on him when it did. It’s not like you chose one specific person to lean on. It just happened to be Izuku since you felt like he could truly understand you since he was with you when things went down.

“Why would you possibly be jealous of Izuku? Yeah, we spent some time with each other, but you were still my best friend. He just helped me through a few things, that’s all. He wasn’t trying to steal your title as a best friend.” You let out another awkward laugh.

“Yeah, maybe not best friends, but definitely something more. Come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t know- everyone knew. Dude had a big ass crush on you in high school.”

There it was again, yet another person telling you that Midoriya Izuku had a crush on you. Honestly, you would be lying if you said you didn’t notice it now when you look back on it. Back in high school, you always knew that Ochaco liked Izuku and you just assumed he liked her back. You honestly were a blockhead for not noticing that he liked you from as many times Mina threw “subtle” hints your way back in school. You couldn’t understand though, why did everyone want to bring this up now?

“Okay, but what does that have to do with anything you're telling me now? So, what if he liked me back then it’s not like anything ever happened between us, and it’s not like we’re together now. Besides, he’s a Pro Hero, the #1 at that, I’m pretty sure he has plenty of girls ready to throw themselves at him. You're a Pro too- I’m pretty sure you know as well- your fan base is huge! So, could you please explain to me how this has anything to do with why you stopped talking to me? Cause you're still making no sense.” You state, raising an eyebrow.

“By the end of our third year, everyone thought the two of you were dating but not officially announcing it to anyone. So, being your best friend, a guy, at that, I decided that it was best to remove myself from the equation. By the time we all got settled into our new agencies, and you went off to college, I figured you two had still kept in contact with each other and were still dating.”

“Well, how bold of you to assume that I was in a whole ass relationship with someone and not ask me directly. And even if the two of us were in a relationship, why would that stop us from being friends?”

“Because it hurts to know that you're happy with someone else,” Denki glares at the floor, looking anywhere but you.

You could only look at Denki after what he had said. Was this the real reason that you two haven’t talked in years? Because he was too afraid to admit that he liked you? He was honestly still a big kid at heart.

You couldn’t lie to yourself and not say you didn’t have a slight crush on the two boys back in school. You just figured that one liked someone else, and the other was too good of a friendship to risk. So, you kept quiet and bottled up your feelings. However, after hearing all of this information, you couldn’t help but feel like you lost out on something that could have been. With that being on your mind at that very moment, you say the very first thing that comes to your mind.

“Then what do you think would have happened if you admitted your feelings to me back then?” You question as Denki raises his head back up.

“Then maybe this could have been different. We could have been different,” Denki states as he looks right at you. Waiting for your response.

“Then how bout we start over and forget the dumb shit that was said?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” Denki drags his hands over his face, and you can see a tiny smile on his face.

This was good for the two of you. Things finally seemed to be looking up. The talk that you had been regretting for weeks had finally happened, and you felt like the two of you put everything on the table. Nothing was left unsaid, and you were happy with how things were.

“So, does this mean you forgive me?” Denki questions with a look of hope in his eyes.

“Yeah, I forgive you.”

Extra Notes:

hope you guys enjoy this one! summer is over and school is out so bare with me with these updates lol, i get busy

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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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๑ Mina x black reader hcs ๑

I said I wanted to do this a long time ago so here I am ;3

MINA X BLACK READER IS SO ICONIC 💥💥

Your hair is like GOLD to Mina!

seriously she loves it!!

any type of curls you have—they’re just amazing!

and she could probably relate on some level considering she doesn’t have the worlds straight hair just sayin 🤭☺️

she helps you take care of it EVERY time

i hope you don’t mind physical touch because she always finds her way into your soft fluffy hair when your hairs’ in an afro

long or short doesn’t matter to her she loves your curls <3

she 100% knows or learns how to braid for you

and if not she takes you weekly to get it done

and you always look STUNNING

No matter your gender she will beg to put cute little bows in your hair

especially when your hairs’ in a Afro 💗💗

idk i feel like Afro is a favorite style for her

its just so fluffy and natural‼️😍

she’s your biggest fan/hype girl about your looks cuzzzz OOOO U FINE 😋😋

you culture/DANCINGGG!!

with Mina that’s so cool!!

like?! We all know she’s a dancer so y’all def be vibin together!!!!!

You teach her dances and she teaches you some

thats definitely a bonding thing between you two

even if you can’t dance she’ll teach you

(she taught ida, izuku and aoyama how don’t sit here and tell me she can’t teach you 🤨🤨)

cuz she’s a big dancer too!! (If you like to)

AAVE is easy for her to understand, like she catches on immediately

you two likely gossip around those who don’t understand using certain terms so they won’t know who your talking about 😊

you could be right in front of them and they’d think your talking about some YouTuber when you meant YouTube as in white 😭😭😃

LOL that’s too funny to think about 😂

your DRIPP 😍

she’s your biggest cheerleader abt your fits!!

Shopping every Saturday and Sunday?

shopping every Saturday and Sunday.

and a fashion show too!!

usually held in her dorm since it’s already giving ‘diva’ anyway

she helps you plan outfits WEEKS ahead because y’all bought so much clothes 🤪

now who’s money was it………..momo’s! :)

an honorable mention 💕

she finds your skin and features absolutely beautiful 😍💋💋

shes always randomly hyping you up and complimenting youuu>>

she likes booping your nose

and doing skin/hair care rountines (doesn’t matter your gender or if you want to she makes you 😘)

she can braid hair too!! (Did I mention that? Well I’m saying it again because she’s really good at it)

she loves to do it for you <3 😊😊

she has the patience to sit there and do/take down long styles too, like box braids or locs

she can also put in weave for you if you want 💋

she buys you all types of bonnets with cute/cool designs on them 💝

like your sleepover routine be FREE 💥 THERAPY 💥

you party and have fun, karaoke, pizza, ice cream, movies

(and yes you have time for all that bc it’s mostly on the weekend or after school)

then y’all shower and brush teeth

AND THENNNN

she oils your scalppp

does a skin care routine

she’ll braid up your hair if it’s fresh

and put your bonnet on too

She’s low key so…?! Big sisterly?!!

as a lover??

I just realized this wow 😗

ANYWAY I KNOW I’D SURE LOVE THAT IF SOMEONE DID THAT FOR ME

lucky you

(ahem- I mean treat her well she’s a keeper)

yussss she is 💃

Thats all folks! 🤓

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bainutwater85 · 10 months ago

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“ME AND YOU ISNT THE ANSWER. I COULD’VE BEEN RIGHT BUT I WAS WRONG.”

prop: y/n thinks bakugo doesn’t like her due to his attitude towards her, and because of other females flooding over him. She looses feelings but he still has them— just waited later till the end of the school year to say something.

cw: angst no comfort, swearing, bakugo mad and disappointed. Black!reader, jealousy (on readers end)

feeling so deprived of love you are easy to get but you only wanted one person and you’ve been tagging him since middle school. No one never knew of course— not even izuku and he was one of your close friends. Seeing bakugo walk into the room is like walking into a freshly renovated house and seeing the makeover it got— amazed and wowed.

You can’t help but stare— i mean who wouldn’t? he’s the finest boy ever and heavily blessed with those genes. But when you take a look at yourself in the mirror you frown up your face wondering who would get with someone like you. Your different, yeah..obviously; you stand out more from your peers SPECIFICALLY your female peers— right alongside mina but she’s confident in her skin unlike you. No you don’t get teased as much like you used to in elementary and middle school. You would stare in the mirror for almost an hour trying to see why you’re different and if you really look worth bakugous time.

Class ends and you walk right alongside mina, speaking and asking her about the work and if she has anything to do later on tonight. Happily she told you that she and her group (bakugo, denki, sero, kirishima) were gonna go to the mall and that YOU could come with them. How could you turn down this golden opportunity..until well you were actually in the mall— with them.

everyone wondered off to their favorite shops and you were next to bakugo snd kirishima following them like a lost dog while mina and denki went off to get some food! sigh..you hug your sides tightly and continue to lag behind with caution, not speaking. until you seen a shop that piqued your interest. You stop and stare until bakugo looks back and sees you rambling through your purse. He and kirishima turn around.

“do you have enough money y/n?” kirishima asks “uh, let me see”

“why would you come to the mall with no money?..dumbass” bakugo interrupts as he sizes you up and down. You didn’t know exactly what to say, neither did kiri cause he wasn’t paying no mind to the interaction “i’ll just go ask mina for some money..or uhm nevermind i’ll just go see where they are.” you walk away. Is he always this rude to..everyone? you figured he’s only like that when he’s around his friends but you and him aren’t even acquaintances! You look embarrassed walking away like a fucking dork.

since that day on, not only mina but kirishima, denki and sero kept inviting you to their hangouts. But bakugo being the same ol bakugo. always had an attitude when you came around. you figured he didn’t like you so you just stopped trying and eventually started declining their invitations to hangout.

bakugous POV.

i feel like i messed up when we were in the mall. I can’t be talking to her like i talk to my other friends. She’s probably annoyed by my mean banter.. even tho i meant no harm. She walked off before i could give her the money for it.

She’s something different, i never felt this mixed about girl in my entire life. She doesn’t swarm around me and foam at the mouth like everyone else, she knows her worth and i like that. But then that means she doesn’t need me, i can’t believe i fucking scared her off. I figured my attitude was the reason why she stopped coming around..but that’s not stopping me. i want her still and i know i’ll get her one of these days.

narrators POV.

it’s been weeks since you last hung out with them. There’s no bad blood you just don’t wanna be around someone who’s bothered by you just being there. Yeah it hurt you a bit but you kept quiet as usual..that’s why you couldn’t tell him how much you’ve liked him. There’s been times where he’d try and talk to you but you just were uninterested..not even nervous just uninterested. Only giving him half assed replies, fake smiles and nervous laughs before departing ways and minding your business. What’s up with him?

may 24th. last day of school and summer was finally herez You’re infront of the school pickup line waiting for your parent to come pick you up. Seeing their car pull up to you— before you could never open the door mina comes up to you. “HEY!! y/n can i ask you something real quick?”

“yeah..” you reply, suspicious. “do you like bakugo? cause he likes you..like a lot— LIKEE reall BAD-“

“no.” i interrupted her. “well not anymore, i thought he didn’t like me so i kinda just lost interest and moved on.” i added before opening the car door

“oh..” mina says shocked and suprised “ok..i’ll tell him that! bye y/n!” and your car drove off as you put the seatbelt on. You didn’t even bother to look back. But bakugo wish he could’ve, his fave was blank and he seemed like he didn’t care but he was mad at himself and disappointed inside when mina told him.

#mha angst #mha bakugo katsuki #mha mina #mina ashido #mha x black reader #mha kirishima #mha x black female reader #black reader #x black reader #bainutwater85 #angst no comfort

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dreamersville · 2 years ago

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why die when you could just … yk ,,,,,, elaborate 👌🏾

bro i’ve had this random though where katsuki was punishing y/n for something and the punishment was edging. after a while y/n phone starts ringing and it was mina tryna ft her. katsuki thought it was a good idea to answer the phone and let mina see what was happening THEN HE KNEW EJIRO WAS THERE TOO 😭. then mina was like “poor baby :(“ in the end they had phone sex ig 🧍🏽‍♀️.

IMA KMS OMG 😭😭.

#im seeing #im listening #definitely has my attention #i mean 👀👀👀👀#katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x black reader #mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #black!reader #kirishima x reader

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angel-sweets666 · 10 months ago

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making out with mr aizawa

shouta aizawa x reader one shot

aizawas never had a crush on a ex student, never. That’s inappropriate. But when you reach your 3rd year at UA and turn 18/19/20, his drunken self manages to blurt out his longing for you.

mentions of katsuki bakugo x reader

YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE, A ADULT, NO PEDOS. I DONT WRITE FOR PEDOS

Warning: alchohol ,making out, Mentions of sex. age gap (ur 18-20 years old and he’s around 33

You nervously waited for your name to be called, heart pounding as you anticipated your moment on stage. Three long years at UA High School were finally paying off; soon, you would be a pro hero. "Mina Ashido," Present Mic's voice boomed through the auditorium, snapping you out of your thoughts. You watched as your pink-haired friend happily skipped up to the stage, her carefree demeanor hiding the same nervousness you felt about graduating and stepping into the world of pro heroes.

Mina shook hands with Principal Nezu, who, to be frank, looked like a knock-off, whitewashed Mickey Mouse. The sight brought a small, nervous smile to your face. Then, she turned to Mr. Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. To everyone's surprise, he looked quite presentable for once! His usual shaggy hair was tied into a neat half-up, half-down style, and he wore a sharp red and black suit. His genuine smile for Mina was a rare and touching sight, sending a wave of warmth through the audience.

Mina, grinning from ear to ear, skipped down the stage steps after receiving her diploma. As soon as she reached the bottom, she dropped her act and yelled excitedly, "I GRADUATED! I ACTUALLY GRADUATED!" Her happiness was infectious, and the crowd erupted in applause and cheers.

Your nerves momentarily eased, you couldn't help but smile wider. Watching your friends achieve this milestone was both heartening and exhilarating. Soon, your name would be called, and you would join them in this monumental step toward becoming a pro hero.

you looked up at mr aizawa, he was always an attractive man but seeing him like this. Cleaned up and neat, made you feel something for him. Was this a crush? Little did you know he’s had the same feelings for you since your 18th/19th/20th birthday despite you being his student.

Present Mic's booming voice filled the auditorium, "Name Last Name!" His quirk negated the need for a microphone, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Slowly, you rose from your seat, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes upon you. Yet, amid the sea of faces, a particular gaze from the stage seemed to linger longer than the rest.

With measured steps, you made your way toward the stage, nerves and excitement swirling within you. You approached Principal Nezu, who greeted you with a warm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Congratulations," his soft but oddly unsettling voice praised, "I see you will be a fantastic hero. Will you come to the after party?"

"Yeah, I will," you replied with a smile, trying to shake off the unease his demeanor had stirred within you. Moving on, you approached Mr. Aizawa, towering over Principal Nezu at his impressive 6'1" height. His usually disheveled appearance was surprisingly neat today, accentuated by a red and black suit that seemed out of character but fitting for the occasion.

You extended your hand, which he clasped in a firm grip that lingered longer than with the other students. "See you later, kid," he said, his usual stoic expression softening into a genuine smile that held a hint of affection. It was a rare sight from the usually gruff teacher, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude.

"Yeah, see you," you replied, returning his smile as you stepped away from him. Walking off the stage, it finally began to sink in. You had graduated from UA High School, marking a significant milestone on your path to becoming a pro hero. The applause and cheers from the crowd washed over you, your face lit up as you stared at all the people who were once your classmates and you began

You slowly made your way back to sit next to Mina, noticing her cheeks were even pinker than usual. "Did you see the way Mr. Aizawa looked at you!? He's so into you!" she squealed excitedly.

"Eugh, he's our teacher!" you gagged playfully, though a part of you secretly liked the idea of your former teacher having a crush on you now that you were no longer his student.

"Well, former teacher, actually," Mina corrected with a mischievous grin. "We graduated, and some of us are 20 years old. It doesn't matter! He's so into you, babe," she added, nudging your shoulder playfully.

You chuckled nervously, unsure how to process Mina's teasing. Mr. Aizawa had always been a supportive mentor, but you never imagined there could be anything more between you. Still, Mina's insistence and playful encouragement sparked a flutter of excitement in your chest. As you glanced back at Mr. Aizawa across the room, you caught his eye briefly, and for a moment, you wondered if there might be some truth to Mina's teasing after all.

some time later at the after party

As the evening unfolded after the graduation ceremony, you found yourself at the after-party, surrounded by your friends and fellow graduates. The venue was lively, with upbeat music filling the air and colorful lights dancing across the walls. Mina, true to form, was the life of the party, dragging you onto the dance floor while laughing and cheering.

The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed, with even the former teachers joining in the festivities. Mr. Aizawa, now dressed casually and looking more approachable than ever, was engaged in conversation with some other graduates near the bar. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him letting loose, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor in class.

You grabbed a drink from the bar and joined the circle of your friends, exchanging stories and jokes about your time at UA High School. Denki was showing off his dance moves, much to everyone's amusement, while Bakugo, surprisingly relaxed, recounted a particularly explosive training session.

Amid the laughter and chatter, you caught Mr. Aizawa glancing over at you from time to time, a small smile playing on his lips. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you realize just how much he had cared about each of his students.

As you looked back at bakugo you tilted your head to the side “I’ve never seen you so relaxed, how much did you have to drink?” You giggled “I’m on my 3rd vodka!” He chuckled and leaned on kirishimas shoulder, the red head laughed and and pushed bakugo “get off me man!” He said with a raspy voice and happy tone. However you just could not get peace with the idea of aizawa, he seemed so calm for once, so happy.. maybe even attractive? You leaned over to Mina who was busy flirting with kirishima “should I go flirt with mr aizawa?” You asked the lively girl “OH MY GOD YES. GO GO GO, but after that you gotta go out with bakugo so we can go on double dates” she insisted “yeah alright, don’t go making me an aunt with kirishima Mkay?” You grinned at her while kirishima blushed and began making out with Mina.

you walked over to the bar and sat next to aizawa, looking over at him “so what are you gonna do now that we’re graduating?” You asked the 33 year old “ahh.. start over, teach first years and watch them graduate too.” He grins to you, alchohol on his breath. “Right yeah.. that makes sense” you nodded and grabbed a bottle of vodka “shit.. can’t believe i actually grad-” you were interrupted by aizawa placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him “you know since your birthday I’ve been thinking about you” he cooed, getting close to your face. He’s obviously saying this because he’s drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts right?

you gulped “you have..?” You asked him, going from between his eyes to his lips “yeah.. you look so kissable..” he chuckled, leaning to kiss the corner of your lips. You let him peck your lips and cheek, blushing deeply.. his deep voice grumbled in your ear “let’s go somewhere more private yeah pretty girl?”

And that’s how you ended up here, behind the building making out with your high school teacher. Aizawa pushed you against the wall as he held your face, kissing you deeper. Your tongue swirled with his, he pulled back with a wet noise “god your good at this..” he grumbled and grabbed a handful of fat from your thigh and smashed his lips against yours again, using his other hand to twirl with your hair. You two kept this up for a while, only parting for air when needed then going back in for a passionate make out, he leaned down to kiss at your neck and play with your hair. Leaving deep purple hickeys across his neck “god I wanna fuck you dumb…” he mumbled against the skin on your neck

“then do it”

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 4 months ago

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What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (BakuKiriMina x Black!F!Reader 18+ Short Fic)

❤️💚❄️❤️💚❄️❤️💚❄️❤️💚❄️

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Pro!KiriBakuMina (Late 20s-Early 30s); Bimbo!sub!Mina x Bimbo!sub!Reader; Dom!KiriBaku; Fantasy; Comedy; Size Difference; Aphrodisiac; Dubcon/R*pe; Body/Chest Worship; Scar Appreciation; Foreplay; Messy Kissing; Spit Play; Cum Play; S*x w/ S*x Toys; Anal Play; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Degradation/Praise; Daddy Kink; DDLG; Mild BDSM; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Slutifcation; Objectification; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Missionary, Daisy Chain, etc.); Polyamorous; Everyone Is Bi; Mutual Os; Creampies; Ownership; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I had so much fun writing this short fic. I’ll try and do more in the new year with my job & classes as much as I can. I hope y’all enjoyed! -Jazz ❤️❤️

Chapters: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. BONUS CHAPTER.

❤️💚❄️❤️💚❄️❤️💚❄️❤️💚❄️

BONUS CHAPTER: JUST TWO GALS & THEIR DADDIES

The next morning arrives and with it comes Christmas Day! The most joyous time of year!

The winter sun pours through your bedroom window, glistening against the soft, white snow coating your neighborhood in blankets of white.

“Mmm,” you sleepily moan as you feel yourself awakened to the bright, beautiful winter sun. Your body aches in a delicious way and you’re butt-ass naked, snuggled in close to your girlfriend. You look around your bedroom, noticing how clean and quiet it is. Actually, your whole house is quiet. Too quiet.

You look next to you at Mina who is sound asleep and turned away from you. Her back muscles flex as she inhales and exhales, still deep in Dreamland. You don’t see any other spaces in the mattress. You don’t feel any warmth, preferably from the two sexy pros that were with you last night.

They were here last night, weren’t they? You know they were! You felt them. Kissed them. Tasted them. Fucked them and felt them fill you up to the brim. You snuggled with them in front of the fire. That was all real, wasn’t it?

This idea sobers you, pushing your sleep fog away. “Mina?” you ask, your voice soft and fearful. Your girlfriend moans in her sleep, shifting in the bed. “Mmm, huh?” she mumbles. She turns to you, her hair in her mouth and drool on her cheek. She wipes it away, smiling at you. “Good morning, baby,” she coos. “Merry Christmas.”

She moves towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You can’t find it in yourself to feel happy about spending another Christmas morning with her. Not when you’re missing two very important people. “Where’s Bakugou and Kiri?” you ask.

The blanket falls off of Mina’s chest, revealing her perky tits to you. “Huh?” she asks, yawning. “What do you mean?”

That is when reality hits you like a pillow sack full of bricks right in the face. Bakugou and Kiri were never here. You must have fallen asleep after too much spiked hot cocoa and your horny mind constructed a wet dream that felt so real that you mistook it for reality.

‘Oh,’ you think, disappointment blooming inside of you. ‘It was just a dream.'

Your eyes grow warm and itchy with unshed tears that you do your very best to push away. Mina’s expression grows concerned, her brows knitted together in worry. “Y/N?” she worriedly asks. “What’s the matter?” She places a hand on your back, comforting you.

But you don’t know how to tell her. You can’t find the words to express your disappointment and utter sadness without sounding insane.

You don’t have your Daddies here. They were never here. That security and affection you thought you felt last night from them are gone. You feel stupid. You can’t believe you really made that dumb wish on a star, thinking it would do something for you and Mina. How could you be such an idiot?

You begin to open your mouth to tell Mina that it’s nothing. That you just had a bad dream and that everything is okay…that is until the smell of pancakes and frying eggs hits your nose. Your eyes widen and your heart pounds excitedly. Could it be…?

Quickly, you jump out of bed and grab your plushy Dynamight bathrobe from your closet before hurrying out of the bedroom. “Y/N!” Mina calls. “Wait! Where are you going?!”

You don’t answer her. Your mind is on hyperdrive as you damn near fly down the steps and race through the living room to the kitchen. You need to see if they’re here. You must know that last night wasn’t just a wonderful, wet dream. When you finally get to the kitchen and hear the sound of Kiri’s humming, you know with absolute certainty that last night was a reality.

To your utter joy and astonishment, Bakugou stands at the kitchen stove, hyper-fixated on flipping a perfectly circular pancake while three egg yolks fry on the burner beside him. Kiri is busy setting up the kitchen island and the small breakfast table adjacent to it with the holiday-themed plates Mina bought two years ago along with silverware and glasses. He is wearing a tank top and briefs while Bakugou is shirtless and in his jeans, possibly free-balling (you hope).

Kiri is humming the familiar tune to “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” when he hears your footsteps pad across the floor. He looks at you, his eyes gleaming. “Hey, there you are!” he chirps. “Good morning! I thought for sure that you and Mina would’ve slept in.” A sexy glint appears in his eye. “We did have a very long night last night.”

Bakugou looks up too as he transfers a pancake to a stack of them on the counter. He, too, looks happy to see you, a small smile on his face. A bowl of chocolate chip pancake batter and a plate of cooked bacon sits next to the finished stack of pancakes, meaning he has been up for some time cooking a Christmas breakfast.

You are still so flabbergasted that you can’t even think straight. “Y-You’re here,” you softly stammer. “You’re both here.”

Bakugou raises a curious eyebrow at you. “Of course, we’re here,” he grumbles. “Where the hell else would we be? We spent the night last night.”

So it was real. Everything that happened last night wasn’t a dream. Your body tingles with relief and excitement, overjoyed that your wish was granted.

Mina appears behind you in her custom-made, plushy, pink robe with her name printed on the back in bedazzled letters. “Good morning, Daddies,” she sings, walking into the kitchen. She walks with the confidence of someone who had good sex the night before, her hair a finger-swept mess and a glow to her skin. “Oooh, pancakes! Are they chocolate chip?!”

She races to Bakugou to take a bite of one, but he snatches her hand away and smacks her on the ass, earning a squeak. “Ah-ah, hands off, Pinkie!” he barks. “I ain’t even fix the eggs yet!” Mina tuts, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re so mean.”

Bakugou finishes scraping the fried eggs out of the pan and leans in, his nose nearly touching hers. His hand cascades down to her butt again, giving it a squeeze. “Pout again and I’ll give you somethin’ to put those lips on,” he whispers.

Mina blushes as red as Kiri’s hair, her lips struggling to not smile. “So lewd!” Kiri cackles, putting a carton of OJ on the table. “Oh, and before we forget…”

He smiles at the both of you and reaches behind a flower vase sitting on the kitchen island. There, he presents two small boxes wrapped in red bows for you and Mina.

“Merry Christmas, baby girls,” he coos, grinning at you. “We bought you both a little somethin’ that we intended to give you at the party.”

Mina places a hand on her chest, gasping at the touching gift. You stare at yours in awe, still unsure if this is a dream or not. It’s just too good to be true.

After she takes her gift, Mina grins at Kiri and Bakugou. “We got something for you both too,” she says with a giggle. Quickly, she heads to the living room and returns with the two gift bags you especially made for them. “Y/N picked it out special for you two.”

Kiri beams at his gift bag while Bakugou stares at it in awe as if he has never gotten one before. You watch in anticipation as they dig into the wrapping paper and pull out their gifts.

You thought hard on these gifts and filled the bags with items catered to them. Bakugou got a new Plus Ultra mug, assorted coffee, and a custom-made plaque with the words “To The Best Pro In The Game! You’re My Hero!” at the bottom.

Kiri isn’t a coffee drinker, so he got new packs of flavored protein powder for his shakes, a $15 Hand and Stone Spa gift card for those muscles, and a fake trophy reading “To The Damn Best & My Favorite Hero!” on the front.

You flush shyly as they stare at their gifts, nervously wriggling your hands. “It’s not much, but it’s something to show how much we appreciate you both.”

Kiri tsks, staring at you and Mina like you are the most precious things to exist. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest?” he coos. Bakugou blushes, staring at his new mug as if it is a piece of treasure. “Open yours up already,” he impatiently says.

With a giggle, you and Mina open your gift boxes and find two matching necklaces in them. They are gemstones, one pink and one red, hanging from silver chains. You gape at yours, admiring the way the red stone glistening at you.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” Mina gasps, admiring her pink one.

“Then you’d better wear it,” Bakugou gruffly replies. “We spent a lot on those.” Kiri laughs, placing his gift on the side before excitedly taking Mina’s necklace out of the box. “Here, try ‘em on! We’ll put ‘em on you.”

You and Mina turn around, allowing your Daddies to fasten the necklaces around your necks. Your skin tingles from Bakugou’s touch, his fingers brushing against the back of your neck. You pick up the stone adoringly, feeling warm with affection.

You turn around to hug Bakugou, feeling oh-so safe and adored once he has his arms wrapped around you.

”Do you like them?” Kiri asks. Mina turns and embraces him tightly, standing up on her tip-toes to reach him.

"Oh, we do,” she happily sighs. “We’ll have to thank Santa for sending us two Christmas gifts instead of one, won’t we, Y/N?”

She couldn’t have said it better. “Mmm-hmm,” you agree, murmuring into Bakugou’s chest. “That North Star too.” You have never felt so complete before. Though you have always been happy with Mina, having Bakugou and Kiri here is like finding two puzzle pieces that fit and create a beautiful picture.

You lovingly touch your necklace, smiling thoughtfully up at Bakugou. “I’ll never take mine off,” you say, touched. “Thank you.”

His vermillion eyes flick down to your robe, noticing how your right breast is embroidered with his hero name. “I know a better way you can thank me,” he hums, his fingers toying with your robe.

He presses a soft, deep kiss to your lips that steals the air out of your lungs as his hands toy with the ties keeping your rope closed. “I knew I was your favorite. I guess you’re my biggest fan, huh, baby?”

His lips teasingly trail across your neck, drawing a weak moan out of you. You place your hands on his forearms, indulging in how big they are, as you turn to look at the food sitting on the counter. “W-What about breakfast?” you softly moan.

Bakugou passively eyes the food as he forces you to look at him and only him. “It’ll be fine. My breakfast is right here.”

With a squeak, you feel yourself being lifted up and placed on the kitchen counter, your thighs pried open as he stands between them. He yanks open your robe, revealing your naked body to him.

“Hey, we’re startin’ to feel a little left out,” Kiri tuts. “You’ve still got another little girl here who needs some lovin’.” He places Mina next to you on the counter, her rope open to reveal her hard, pink nipples and Red Riot-themed panties.

She eye fucks Bakugou as he begins to press kisses down her neck and across her shoulders, his hands gripping her hips. “So how can we thank you for the gifts?” she purrs. “What did you have in mind, Daddy?”

Her hand sneakily trails across your thigh and ghosts across your pussy, drawing a hum out of you. You are quickly growing more excited and hungered. Not for the food, but for the three people in your kitchen that you have come to adore.

Bakugou shares a devious smirk with Kiri before he pulls you to the edge of the counter, making you giggle. “You’re about to find out, brat.”

And after being given two orgasms back to back from your Daddies and your beautiful girlfriend before cleaning up and sitting down for Christmas breakfast, you are more than sure that you’ve received a Christmas miracle this year.

And you’re more than prepared to go into a new year getting on Santa’s nice list. Anything to keep your little family with you for good.

THE END.

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