#bhna imagines

[summerlovingbaby]

Simple and Sweet

Based of of a sketch from @not.not.sane on tiktok

Eijiro knocked on the door of the only blue house for miles. It used to baby but the color started to fade until it turned into a cool grey color, but Eijiro liked to consider it blue. It made it unique. He had been knocking on the door for at least 4 minutes and was prepared to knock all day if had to, hell he would have shouted her name, if the situation called for that.

Lucky for him it didn’t call for that. He heard the light click on, and saw the light blink on through the blinds in the window. He heard what sounded like violent shuffling in the lock of the door click open. He waited for the door to open, and it did, opened just enough for Y/N to peak out of.

“ Honey, will you let me in?” he asked. 

“ No.” she whispered quietly.

“ Please honey I want to see you. I miss you, we miss you.” she said. “ Kat’s been worrying himself sick about you.”

“ I don’t want you to see me like this.” she whispered.

Eijiro gently pushed the door open, Y/N didn’t have the strength to push against it, and even if she did she doubted she would have, she hadn’t seen anyone in weeks and desperately craved someones touch.

“ Hi, honey.” he inhaled slightly.

“ I don’t look too good.I’m sorry the place is a mess and I probably smell bad, I haven’t showered in a week.” she said, she meekly ran a finger through hair hair and grunted at the effort and sighed.

He ignored the comment about the obviously messy house. “ Are you in pain?”

“ Just a little,” she lied, “ the doctors put me on something, it helps.” She was sure it would have helped, if she took the medicine. She couldn’t even open the cap or swollow the thick harsh pills.

He didn’t press the issue just helped her to the couch, her rabbit, who was hopping loosely around the apartment. At the sight of Eijiro she thumbed the floor excitedly and hopped over to him waiting for scratches. Bunny, as she was so creatively named, liked Eijiro because he gave her too many carrots and scratched her behind her ears.

Eijiro sat on the cheap leather couch they found on craigslist when they first bought the house. The three of them bought the house when they first became pro’s, and they long grew out of it a long time ago. They could have sold the house when they first moved out, but decided against it. It became a makeshift vacation home/ safehouse when necessary. They kept all the furniture because they were in the position to by more, and they wanted to freeze the house in time.

Y/N came here when the world got to loud and she needed to settle in a corner of quiet. Bakugou spent the evenings here when he was forced to take days off and Eijiro would always go with him, and Y/N went wherever they went.

And now Y/N, who got injured, crushed by a building and suffering major and minor injuries , retreated back to the one place that still felt safe to her. She disappeared from their main house without so much as a word and hadn’t talk to them in days. They gave her as much time as they could bear, and were worried out of their mind so they came to check on her.Katsuki took a slight detour to the grocery store to to restock the fridge, so that left Eijiro guiding her to the couch and helping her sit down.

Bunny hopped on the couch next to him and crawled in his lap, burying her face in his light denim pants and chewing on the end of his shirt. Eijiro would have told Bunny to stop, had he not thought of her as so endearing.

“ I’m sorry the place is a mess.” she said again. Her body sat up stiff and upright, he could see the bandages, wrapped all the way down to her wrist, and some wrapped around her neck.

“ That doesn’t matter, baby.” he said, he opened his arms, puffing out his broad chest, and gently coaxed Y/N  to lean back into them.

Y/N leaned back as quick as she could manage, which was only slightly faster than the slowest sloth. The bandages wrapped around her hindered her movement and the violent waves of pain that occasionally washed over made her hesitate with every movement, but sooner or later she was resting fully into him. She wiggled herself to get as comfortable as she could be.

“ How about we get you all cleaned up, a nice hot bath when you’re feeling up to it, then we walk to the Fro Yo place around the corner?”

Y/N slightly nodded. “ I’m tired maybe later.” 

“ I know it seems like a lot, but getting cleaned up and fresh air will help you alot. Me and Kat can help you walk, and if you can’t we will carry you, and after that Kat’s gonna make you soba, he’s at the store right now getting the ingredients.”

“ Okay.” she sighed. Her eyes fluttered shut and she went limp. “ You just being here helps.” she whispered. When he held her the pain in her body started to dull.  She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, she hadn’t in days so it was easier than she assumed it would be.

She fell into such a deep sleep, she didn’t hear Katuski’s loud arrival or the grumbling noises he made when he stepped on a pile of dirty clothes, and nearly tripped trying to kick them away. He made loud clucking noises before he saw Eijiro place a finger to his lips.

“ Sorry, I meant to help her clean up but then she fell asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so…” 

“ Simple.” Katuski finished for him.

Simple, and sweet, soft dimples on her face. Skin not pulled taught over her features with worry, skin smooth as a peach. It had been a long time since he’d seen her without that careful dangerous look on her face. The tense look in her eye, he smiled to himself, he wished he saw her like that more often.

Katsuki, as quietly as he could, because it was still very loud placed the bags on the kitchen counter, returned to see Eijiro trying to wiggle away from Y/N without waking her, which was proving to be very difficult, considering how close they were snuggled together.

“Don’ t worry about it, I’ll get started cleaning.” Kat said quietly. “ I like looking at the two of you together, I miss it.”

He kissed her on the forehead, warmth spreading across her face and making it gently warm and comforting. Together at last.

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[yukioos]

when katsuki’s copying your snaps so you pull a move

you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.

a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.

but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?

less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”

you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.

you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.

jesus christ. his muscles were huge.

his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.

‘glad you think i look that good’

you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.

katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.

you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”

“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at kyoka’s words, then you squealed and jumped.

your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.

once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.

he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.

katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.

words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.

but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.

she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.

but mina had a different idea.

“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.

she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’

hope u guys liked this one! tysm for so many likes on my first katsuki post

[plexivie]

I kind of love the trope of pro hero Bakugo keeping his s/o a secret

He comes home late at night to you sleeping. Sometimes he regrets keeping you all to himself. But him seeing you sleeping all comfortably like this? It’s worth every bit of privacy.

“Hey,” he nudges you a bit to try and wake you up. “Baby, ‘m home.”

You’ve been alone all day waiting for your pro boyfriend to get home. Today wasn’t the best day for you. Yea some days are lonely but today was the definitely the worst. You recently found out how your friends aren’t very fond of you and actually talk bad about you all the time. To say it was heartbreaking was an understatement.

The only thing, person that could cheer you up though was busy all day. You’re usually not one to cry, but you’ve never felt this alone. He felt heartbroken when he saw the dried tears that stained your cheeks.

“Baby, wake up f’me” he says as he nudges you once again. This time you finally do wake up. It doesn’t take him long to embrace you tightly. He gives you sweet kisses while he whispers to you, “ ‘M so sorry baby, so so sorry. Those dumbasses don’t deserve you. Even I don’t deserve you much.”

You finally melt into his body as you begin to cry once again. “I-I just… they’re the only friends I have w-what do I do now” you say sniffling into his shoulder. He pulls away from the hug and looks into your eyes. “You didn’t need ‘em baby. They’re not good enough for you.” You look at him still with tears in your eyes. “I wish you could’ve been with me today.” He sighs, “I know baby I wanted to be with you too.” He lied down on the bed and pulled your body towards him.

“I know I said that..” he sighs before he speaks, “that I wanted us to be a secret. But I just can’t do that shit anymore. I want to take you out. Tomorrow. I get off at 4 so we can go out for dinner.” You look up at him and smile, “really?” He kisses you and nods, “Yes baby, really. Now go to sleep. Can’t have you tired for our date tomorrow night.” You nod and nuzzle into his chest.

“I love you, don’t forget that shit.”

Maybe I just love pro hero Bakugo

A/N: if anyone knows where I can find the little line photos pls help a girl out🙏😓

Also I have a rockstar dabi smau on TikTok @shigarak1sbigfan so go check it out‼️🤗

[chokemewhenwefuck]

imagine vocal bakugou that can’t take head

i imagine his hands practically glued to his sides, softly gripping and releasing the sheet beneath his naked body each time he felt your tongue and soft lips sliding up and down his red leaking tip.

his small gasps and whimpers would be so cute as he threw his head back in complete bliss. the feeling of your teeth just barely grazing his dick would make him start rutting his hips up into your throat uncontrollably as he whines about how sensitive his poor little cock is.

when he cums in your mouth i imagine his eyes rolling back as you slurp up his thick salty cum shooting in your throat, overstimulating his cock as he begs you to come up and kiss him.

[bakuwhcre]

"g'mornin'."

sighing softly, katsuki watched as you let out a whiny groan. you stretched over the bed and pulled one of the pillows over your eyes, "morning." you mumbled nonetheless, pushing yourself into the mattress.

katsuki sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lifting up the pillow and pressed a kiss to your temple.

you hated mornings. he knew that.

that didn't stop him from saying 'good morning' and giving you your morning kiss-- no matter how you reacted.

he smiled softly to himself as you seemed content with the kiss, "have a good day, nerd."

[3-dsimp]

Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖

A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.

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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.

"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"

The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.

"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."

A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.

"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"

He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.

"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"

He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.

[uracutieraka]

Aizawa x F!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is an adult), smut

“H-ah! S’big!” Your knees are folded up to your chest as your old teacher is now plowing into you. He’s 15 years older than you. Just the thought had you moaning.

“F-fuck! This is,” he hisses at the way you clench down on him. “highly inappropriate.”

You moan even louder at his words, he goes to cover your mouth but decides not to when his name tumbles through your lips. “Shota!”

He allows a guttural moan to scratch its way from his throat. He leans off you, allowing your legs to fall out of the air. You wince at the strain of your legs muscles but you quickly forget all about it as he wraps your legs around his waist and tightens his grip on your hips.

His pace is suddenly fast and he’s thrusting so hard you can feel the bruises already forming on the underside of your thighs where his hips are repeatedly prodding into you.

Jumbled words are all thats coming out of your mouth as he leans over to trap you in a kiss.

How did you two end up here anyways? He tries to remember but he’s so lost in the feeling of you he cant.

“S-so happy you c-came, oh fuck, to my, birthday!” You say between moans. Oh thats right, your birthday. Your 24th birthday actually.

He grunts pushing his head into the crook of your neck and nipping at the skin.

You’re sweaty and growing tired from how good he’s been making you feel, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.

You gently run your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, grabbing onto them for support.

His hair is falling out of the bun he put it in before he went down on you earlier.

You feel a knot forming tight in your lower abdomen and can’t help but beg for him to go harder.

“G’nna cum again?” He asks, voice strained from his rough and quick pace.

“Yes!” You babble over and over the closer you get.

He had never thought of you in any type of way other than about how you were such a good student. The way you were always quick to help him with the annoying tasks nobody else wanted to help with, or how you would sometimes even bring him baked goods you made yourself! As a sign of your appreciation for him being such a nice teacher!

A scoff leaves his mouth as you reach your nth climax of the night. You shiver from his breath running down the side of your neck.

“You had this planned all along didn’t you? So sneaky.”

You nod your head up and down viciously as he continues to bully your poor cervix. He moans a bit and his thrusts get sloppier and slower.

After a few more moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders, surely leaving marks, and moaning out for each other he finally unravels himself.

It had been a while since he had been with anyone, and he had never been with an ex-student. The idea was too taboo for him to even think about, but here he was, in your bed fucking you dumb.

Rolling off of you, you both stare at the ceiling breath hard. You begin laughing and he lets his head fall to the side so he can look at you.

"What?" He asks. Curious as to what was funny, though he has an idea.

You now roll onto your side to look at him and he takes in the way you look. The thin sheet perfectly falls over your body, outlining the curve of your hip bone, and the moonlight that's shining through your window lights up your eyes. Messy hair frames your face and your lips are red and plump.

He had never seen you in this way until tonight. Sure he wasn't unaware you were considered an attractive person, in fact it was the opposite. It was hard to ignore it when you in your hero costume were plastered all over tabloids and tv as japans 'hottest new up and coming hero!' Though he'd just roll his eyes and walk away, after all it was weird to see his former student like that.

"It's just funny, you were like the hot teacher who I always had a crush on and now you're in my bed."

[seraphicloves]

𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with bakugo and a gf who's love language is physical affection

⊱✿⊰ warnings: swearing, suggestive comments (its souly's personality), y/n is specified towards the requester, pretty fluffy

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is a request by my dear, my doll @fashionablysouly. So it might not be everyone's cup of tea. also this is so short and for what. I am starting school up again so writing will be scarce (not like i write very often now lol) anyway mwah mwah kisses

❀ he is confused as first, because he doesn't understand why somebody would want as much physical touch as you want. he gets a little bit weird about it during the beginning, and he wouldn't initiate very often.

❀ but one day, he just craves your touch. you're chilling on the couch in the common rooms and he comes to get you. he grabs you by your waist, leaning down to grumble in your ear, "we're going to my dorm, c'mon."

❀ once you were inside, he pulled you to his bed and hugged you to his chest. y'all were spooning and he was the big spoon, naturally. you were so soft and warm and bakugo couldn't get enough of touching you.

❀ after that bakugo is clingy asf and he might be touchier than you. he always has his hands on your waist, or the small of your back, or he's holding your hand. he is always touching you.

❀ don't get me started on when he gets jealous. he'll pull you into his lap, eyes coldly staring at whatever bastard decided to flirt with you, leaning down to kiss your neck. his hands rest possessively on your hips, sucking on your soft skin (even better if purple and pink hues of his love bloom on your skin afterwards)

❀ bakugo gets an ego boost with how much you love being near him (but he is even more of a simp so he can't really talk)

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[aeoredellia]

LOVE DOCTOR | Bakugo Katsuki

synopsis: Domestic Husband looks good on him.

content: FLUFF

If there was one thing any third party could take away from your relationship with Katsuki, it would be that he cares for you deeply. With sandy blonde hair paired with angry red eyes with an seemingly always molding his face in a permanent frown, intimidating all those who dared to hold a conversation with him.

Well you did, and unexpectedly, it branched off and bloomed into something entirely. Though he acted like a troubled soul, and a semi-aggressive nature, caring was definitely a part of his vocabulary.

You remember how his flushed face propped in front of you. Remembering how he probably ran non-stop on the way to the hospital.His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling like he had just run a marathon. Maybe he had. His palms rested on his knees as he leaned forward, gathering himself, but his fiery eyes never left you. There was something raw in them—something unspoken yet impossibly loud.

“You—” he started, voice strained, before he stopped himself, clenching his jaw. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he trembled slightly, taking a seat by your bed's side with his head in his hands “Damn it… You scared the hell out of me.”

You blinked, taking in the rare sight before you. Katsuki Bakugo, the same guy who always seemed to have an unwavering, iron-willed control over himself, was unraveling at the edges. And it was because of you.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, but even that small effort made you wince. He noticed. Of course he did. In an instant, he was at your bedside, arms crossed but his expression betraying him.

“Tch. Don’t laugh,” he grumbled, averting his gaze as his fingers twitched—like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure how. “You’re lying in a hospital bed, dumbass.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion pull at your limbs. “Yeah, well… I’m here, aren’t I?”

His glare sharpened, but there was no real anger behind it. Only frustration. Worry.

Your heart clenched. The room smelled like antiseptic, and the beeping of the machines around you filled the silence between you both. But at that moment, none of it mattered. Because you saw him for what he truly was—not just the explosive, battle-hardened Bakugou that the world saw, but the boy who had run himself breathless just to make sure you were okay.

The next day, he showed up again.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you stirred awake, but the first thing you registered was the soft rustling of a plastic bag and the faint, savory aroma filling the room. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim hospital light, and there he was—Katsuki Bakugo, sitting stiffly in the chair beside your bed, unpacking a container of food like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You blinked in surprise. “Did you… bring me food?”

His eyes snapped open at your voice, and his scowl returned almost immediately. “Tch. Obviously,” he muttered, standing up and grabbing the container. “Hospital food’s shit. No way in hell I’m lettin’ you eat that crap.”

Before you could even respond, he popped the lid open, the scent of freshly made miso soup and perfectly cooked rice filling the air. It smelled comforting—familiar in a way you hadn’t expected.

“You… made this?” you asked, watching as he grabbed a spoon and practically shoved it into your hand.

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You cooked this?”

His jaw tensed, a faint hint of pink dusting his ears. “Obviously.”

Warmth spread through your chest as you accepted the chopsticks he handed you, your fingers brushing against his for just a second. He didn’t pull away.

You scooped a small bite of rice into your mouth, and warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the food. It was good. Of course it was. He wouldn’t accept anything less than perfection, even when cooking for you.

The first bite melted in your mouth, and your eyes widened slightly. “Katsuki, this is—”

“Shut up and eat,” he interrupted, shifting in his seat like he couldn’t handle the compliment. But you didn’t miss the way his lips twitched, just a little.

After you finished the food you basically collapsed against the pillow. He smoothly covered the glass containers, like you deserve a pat on the back for eating all of that good food. You watched him quietly, his arm flexing as his face rested.

He meets your gaze with a god of calmness, his angry crimson eyes somehow as soft as a fluffy white rabbit. “What is it?” He placed the containers in the lunch bag.

You yawned, feeling the heaviness of sleep start to creep in again, but you still didn’t look away from him. “Nothing,” you murmured, voice lazy with exhaustion. “Just thinking.”

He narrowed his eyes. “About what?”

You hesitated for a second before letting the words slip out. “You really do care.”

Katsuki froze. It was barely noticeable—just a flicker, a twitch of his fingers against the lunch bag’s handle. But you caught it.

His scowl deepened, but the softness in his gaze didn’t disappear. “Tch. ‘Course I do,” he muttered, his voice almost too low to hear.

The air between you both settled into something unspoken yet deeply understood. He wasn’t the type to say things outright—he never had been. But the way he kept showing up, the way he cooked for you, the way he lingered even after you finished eating… it said more than words ever could.

You gave him a small, tired smile, your eyelids growing heavier. “You’re staying, right?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue, looking away, but you saw the way his fingers gripped the lunch bag tighter. “Yeah, dumbass,” he mumbled, dragging the chair closer to your bed. “Go to sleep.”

You watched as he settled back into his chair, arms crossed, watching you like a guard dog. A small, mischievous thought popped into your head, and you bit back a smile.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, squinting at his face.

Katsuki tensed. “What?”

You tilted your head, pretending to inspect him closely. “You’ve got something… right here.” You motioned vaguely toward his cheek.

His frown deepened as he wiped at his face with the back of his hand. “The hell? Where?”

You hummed, shaking your head. “No, no, not there. Let me.”

He hesitated but leaned in slightly, eyes locked onto yours as if trying to gauge whether or not this was some kind of trick. You lifted your hands slowly, cupping his face with a gentleness that made his breath hitch for just a second. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and for once, he didn’t pull away.

Instead of wiping away some imaginary speck of food, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.

“Thanks for the food, Katsuki,” you murmured against his skin before pulling back.

His crimson eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stared at you, face completely still. You half-expected him to explode, to jerk away and call you a dumbass, but instead, he exhaled a quiet breath and let his eyelids lower just slightly.

“…You’re welcome,” he said, voice calm and low.

You grinned, brushing your thumbs gently over his cheeks before finally letting go. He sat back, rubbing his nose and looking away, grumbling something under his breath. But even as he huffed in annoyance, you caught it—the tiny, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

And your heart melted just a little more.

The next day, he showed up again.

And the day after that.

And the day after that.

Without fail, Katsuki would walk in, always carrying a homemade meal in his hand, grumbling about how “hospital food is garbage” and how he wasn’t going to let you “get weak over some bland crap.” But despite his usual tough demeanor, you could tell—he cared. He cared a lot.

And every day, after you finished eating, you’d call him over.

“Wait,” you’d say, squinting at his face with a small smirk. “You’ve got something right… there.”

At first, he fell for it every time, wiping at his cheek with a scowl. “The hell? Where?”

Then, he caught on.

The next time, he folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. “You serious?”

You only grinned, patting the space in front of you. “C’mere.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he leaned in, letting you cup his face between your hands like it was the most normal thing in the world. His skin was always warm, and even though he grumbled, he never pulled away.

And just like always, you kissed his forehead softly, letting your lips linger for a second before pulling back.

“Thanks for the food, Katsuki,” you murmured.

His reaction was always the same. He’d blink once, his ears turning pink, then exhale quietly.

“…You’re ridiculous,” he’d mutter, voice softer than he probably intended.

And then he’d sit back, rubbing his nose or running a hand through his hair, trying to act like it didn’t affect him at all. But you could see it—the way his lips twitched like he was holding back a smile, the way his gaze lingered on you just a little longer before he busied himself with putting away the empty containers.

Katsuki didn’t need to say he cared. He showed it. In the food, in the way he sat by your bed for hours without complaint, in the way he leaned in without hesitation every time you asked.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[keigotakamiii]

Sweet as Sugar

Baking with Keigo was, unsurprisingly, chaotic.

“You said a teaspoon of vanilla, but let’s be honest—more is better.” Hawks grinned as he tipped the bottle way past a reasonable amount, the rich scent filling the air.

You groaned, snatching it from his hands. “Keigo! You’re going to make the cookies taste like straight-up extract!”

“Eh, I think they’ll taste like love and devotion.” He wiggled his brows, dipping a finger into the batter and licking it off with a smirk. “Mmm. Yep. Perfection.”

You flicked flour at his face, laughing as he sputtered. “You are a menace.”

“A lovable menace,” he corrected, reaching out to dust flour onto your nose with a satisfied hum. “There. Now we match.”

Rolling your eyes, you returned to mixing, only for Keigo to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “You know,” he murmured, voice warm against your skin, “I like this. Just us, making a mess, being domestic.”

Your heart softened as you leaned into him. “Me too.”

Keigo sighed happily, squeezing you before reaching for the cookie dough again. “Sooo, can I eat more raw dough, or are you going to scold me?”

“Yes, I am going to scold you.”

“I love when you boss me around,” he teased, nipping at your ear before dodging another playful slap.

By the time the cookies were in the oven, the kitchen was a disaster—flour everywhere, sticky handprints on the counter, and chocolate smeared suspiciously near Hawks’ mouth.

But as you sat on the counter, sharing stolen kisses while waiting for the cookies to bake, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Mess or not, this was perfect.

[yukioos]

no one knew you and katsuki bakugo were in a relationship

katsuki was pissed off for no good reason. denki was asking stupid questions nonstop and eijiro unfortunately continued answering them, which sparked more questions in the electrokinetic. the blonde tried to hold in his anger and not express his annoyance, and he almost burst.

then he felt a familiar, soft hand on his back.

normally he would’ve pushed the hand off quickly, as he wasn’t too fond of physical touch from other people. but you? a whole different story. you could be all over him, cover him in lipstick and love bites, and he’d flaunt it like he was the luckiest man in the world.

he paused stabbing his fork, and looked at you, admiring the sweet smile you showed so often. he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you down to the seat next to him, making your thighs touch. to anyone else, it would seem as if katsuki was possessed by someone. since when does he even lay a hand on someone in a nice way?

the blonde looked at you up and down, “come over to my dorm tonight.” he commanded with a smug expression. he was bold, always running straight into conversations.

you rolled your eyes and tried to move closer to your boyfriend, who stared down at you with a certain glint in them. you answered, “i was already planning to, kats, you don’t need to tell me.” you looked away from his face for a minute, “won’t we get in trouble if mister aizawa sees us in the same dorm?”

he scoffed, “you always worry about that. if it makes you feel better, i’ll come to your room instead, ‘kay?” his voice sounded a bit agitated, but you knew he thought it was amusing that you were always worried about getting caught in a boy’s dorm.

you nodded and placed a kiss on his lips, and which he did the same, not wanting to let go. the two of you completely forgot about denki and eijiro across from you, who stopped their conversation to stare at you with their jaws on the ground.

the two of you pulled away from one another, and his arm still lay comfortably on your side. you shyly smiled, flustered with the intimacy. he chuckled in response, loving seeing his sweet girl embarrassed but still wanting more. once he gained self-awareness again, he realized the two meatheads across him were silent.

katsuki glared at eijiro and denki, whose jaws were still dropped, and eyes were wide. he grunted, “what are you lookin’ at?”

the redhead immediately replied, “what the hell do you mean?! you two just kissed!” he pointed at the two of you.

denki continued, “yeah, so does that mean you two are dating?!” bolts started to fly from his hair and spring outwards due to the shock.

before your boyfriend could reply, the two said in sync, “you never told us!”

katsuki finally replied, with a bit of sass apparent, “you never asked. plus, we’re always together, you should’ve noticed already, damn meatheads.”

the table was silent for a minute besides the sounds of you and the blonde taking small portions of food from his tray. his warm hand rubbed your hip, and you smiled at the touch, leaning in closer to him.

not long after, mina came over and saw how close you and the hothead were. she stood a couple feet away from katsuki’s table, then she tilted her head and looked at eijiro, who stared at her back.

suddenly, denki exclaimed, “y/n and bakugo are dating!”

mina shouted, “what?!” with the crash of her metal tray falling, along with all her lunch.

hope this layout looks good! didn’t wanna put multiple images so i just chose a divider. also im gonna start taking katsuki and ochaco requests once im done with some in my inbox! hope you guys like this one, sorry i didn’t write for a while, i had bad writer’s block. trying to get back on schedule!

divider creds: @cafekitsune

[plexivie]

Am I the only one that feels like bakugo would date to marry?

Like I can NOT see this man having any type of fling or one night stand.

[metranart]

His Mate, finally someone to call his…

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 3)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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“Tell me,” Hawks’ voice sounded deeper, raspier almost feral, as it you were facing a darker self of the same man, and the next words that came out of his mouth made you realize how affected he was, for you have never EVER, had such a raw response.

 “...May I fuck you as your way of thanking me for saving you?”

“...W-what?” You stammered, shock dripping down your tone, an eyebrow raising almost comically. 

“Whaddya say, kid—” Hawks purred, closing the distance so much that you found yourself upholstered against the cold wall behind you, the broad chest of the winged hero pressed flush against you as your shaky hands latched onto his black, hero shirt. “You said you could handle me...”

Wrapping one of your hands in his, he guided it down so you could feel his hard rock cock through his pants, a hoarse moan accompanied his next words as the hero guided you to start to pump him. “I can't assure you that I'll be gentle....” the speed of his hand increased, letting you feel every ridge and swelled vein in his fat erection, “but I can assure that you will LOVE to give that tight, warm cunt to me.” 

The golden around his eyes was gone, completely eaten by the blown pupil, anxiety starting to take its toll on you, this was too much.... never in your life have you had such a reaction from anyone you healed... and suddenly Recovery girl's words echoed in your head again. The lack of control from your quirk can have adverse results on the wounded, especially on persons who have animal traits... don't use it at that level until you are one hundred percent sure you can master it... 

Hawks had animal traits, even his fucking hero name was one of an actual animals.... you screwed up, HARD.

“Hawks, S-sir, I...” You didn’t find it in you to move. Every single fiber of your being screamed to listen to his advice and run, but you couldn’t. 

The heat was suddenly too much when you could clearly feel his cock twitching on your palm, and lively snatching your hand, you pushed Hawks away with all your force, a wicked smile stretched his mouth, even so, scooted over so you could attempt to run to a secluded corner next to a dumpster, to catch your breath. 

His step faltered just a second before he felt compelled to trail behind, slumping beside you, unceremoniously. His head lolled, dipping to press another whisper of a kiss to your jaw, like he didn't care in the slightest, that you were trying to get away from him. 

A warm hand rested over your shoulder, and you felt yourself shiver. “Usually, I don’t fancy brats,” Hawks said, and without breaking a sweat, grinded you against the wall without contemplation, “But you are sooooo cute, I´ll make an exception.” 

“Hawks, Sir!” it was so weird to call Sir someone closer to your age than that of your cousin’s, yet, your voice seemed looped on it, “you are being influenced by my quirk...it is-it is based on energy that–” He didn't let you finish when you were being caged between his arms again, soft lips peppering your face with invasive kisses. 

“—I don’t care, brat, I warned you.” The hero spatted, and a tear threatened to peek at the corner of your eye, yet you inhaled sharply and instead set your mind in hero mode, you weren’t some damsel in distress, you were a hero in training… perhaps there was still a chance for you to complete the healing loop, and satiate Hawks enough for him to come back to his usual self, at least for a moment to be able to talk him out of fucking you raw. 

Slowly, you started to wiggle out of his arms, but then paused for a second to tilt your chin up, and press a tender kiss to his lips to which he responded eagerly, flushed and awfully anxious you tried not to get distracted from your task when he mmphs low in his throat and his hand snaked up to cradle your jaw, holding you there for just a bit longer than you originally planned.

You tried to low his libido down, but your resistance instead urged him to grind his hard rock erection against you, so ready for you to take care of it. And there was when you saw your way out, this was the chance you were looking for, the winged hero was already too lost in his hormonal brain, too affected by your quirk, too deep into his own instinctual behavior to listen to reason....so, you needed to plunge him out by force.... hard and fast, an explosion of pleasurable release.... you were going to have to make him cum, and preferably, without raping you in the process.

The first thing was to separate him a bit from you, but right now that seemed to be the most difficult... since the dirtiness of the things he whispered devilishly against your ear were paralyzing you...

“I´m gonna stuff you with my chicks, you are gonna look soooooo pretty all swelled and heavy...” he breathed into your mouth. His voice teasing, yet again, held undertones of something deeper, something similar to devotion.... almost too caring. This man groping you wasn't the hero persona you’d seen on the news; this was the man behind the mask asking you to bare his children and become utterly his. 

“I can barely wait to come home to my pretty little wifey, waiting for me—” one of his hands dipped under the rim of your skirt, slowly worming his fingers to snatch your shirt up until the skin of your belly was exposed for him to place his big, calloused palm on top—reverently—as if you were meant to be his most prized person, “...round belly, full of my chicks and big, pretty smile on your face,” he kept daydreaming, “-SO ready for me to fill you again.”

Even using all your strength, you weren't able to move it off of you one inch, and worry spiked up when his advantageous palm keep traveling down your lower belly, dragging closer and closer under your panties—you knew what he was after, so you reduced to use a lamer approach. 

“Let me-let me do something first...” you pleaded, and thankfully it caught his sporadic attention, cocking his head to the side quizzically to then dive his face in the hollow of your neck, and breath the next words out. “Sorry, kid, I like to take the lead—”

“That´s okey!” you hurried, “it’s just- it's my... my first time... please, just let me—” you prayed for this to work, desperation really turning your voice into a pitiful sound.

Hawks thought about it for a moment, and grinning more to himself, gift you some space to do whatever you wanted to do –of course under his supervision– it would be embarrassing, and honestly, you didn't know if you would make it work but you had to try, because you refused to have a teenage pregnancy.

“Your show, kid.” Hawks spilled, sassy grin firmly on his face. 

Oh! How you wished he weren't looking so attentively.

“Could you close your eyes—”

“No.”

Well, that was fast, but expected. 

Arming yourself with courage, carefully fixed your disheveled shirt and to the best of your ability stood straight in steady legs, but then stopped for an entirely different reason. 

“Can you please.... —can you please unbuckle your pants?” The words rushed out of you, embarrassment eating you out, painfully. 

“Good girl.” He praised, nimbly unbuckling his belt, and without you having to ask, took himself out.  

Your orbs almost popped out of its sockets, you had seen a dick before but none this big, Hawks was massive, long and thick with a very pretty pink shade, and a dusting of blond hairs nesting on top. “As you can surely see, I’m pretty big, baby,” he cooed in a low rasp, “We better prepare you first, or it’s gonna hurt—like a lot,” you swallowed, thickly. 

And the moment you saw him smearing precum all over the head of his length, and dip two fingers inside his mouth to let his drool cover them to then lick his lips while wiggling the after mentioned digits at you—you didn't know what came over you. Perhaps you truly were possessed or just too determined, but you rushed towards him, and your hand reached between his thighs.

Hawks exhaled sharply leaning into your touch, letting his hot breath wash over your face and you felt him widen his stance to accommodate closer to you. Experimentally, you pumped him once and felt him brace an arm behind the small of your back, supporting himself on the solid wall as your fingers began to slip, treacherously slow, up and down his reddened cock.

He choked out a strangled sigh when you gripped him from the base and began to coil your hand to then cup his heavy balls. His head lolled once more, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, panting, bursts of hot breath fanning over your throat.

You felt your own breath quicken, felt yourself getting bolder, nevertheless, the uneasy feeling of being jacking off a total stranger in the open, never leaving your mind.

You meshed your other hand into his golden locks and pulled him closer, pressing your body flush against his. Hawks moaned, keening, his arm now firmly around your waist. You shushed him quietly, tightening the hold on his shaft while gaining speed and precision with each stroke. 

In this position, you looked as though you were only consoling a Hero who had a rough week, simply hugging in the dim light of the lonely alley. The shadows hiding you both, that feral Golden gaze reserved only for you. 

“—Is the pressure, Okey?” You sighed into his cheek.

“Please don’t stop...” Hawks whimpered. “God, don’t fucking stop—”

You didn’t, but it wasn’t enough, your touch felt naughtily good, but he was accustomed to experienced partners, even hand jobs needed certain speed and pressure to be fulfilling. The frustrating feeling of not getting what he wanted, edged him to wrap your hand with his and pump your fist faster- it wasn’t as tight, or warm or heavenly as your virgin cunt should feel- but it did scratch the itch, ever so slightly. 

Pressing his face flush against your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent helped him get closer. He made you jerk him faster, harder. He needed more, more accurate, you, moaning and screaming for him to breed you—mate you. 

His Mate, finally someone to call his… that precious thought and your warm hand achieved the goal a little, just a few drops of pearly cum squeezed out, but enough to grant him a second of coherency. 

“I know what you—what you are trying to do.... kid,” His voice was deep, yet it wasn't the rut speaking, this was actually Hawks.

“Hawks...?” you called out. 

“In the flesh-...ngh!...” he attempted to joke but his voice cracked as he moaned, “This was—FUCK—it was very smart of you...” you could see the struggle in his features, it sounded like he was in pain, “—but I need more....much, much, muchMORE....” he smiled at you, apologetically, “-to be able to tame this fucking rut.”

He knew what he was asking, and even when hated to do it, knew as well that you would prefer that than carry his children and having him strapped to your hip for the next eighteen years, only letting you go once your offspring was able to be autonomous. 

“I-…I can´t…I´m sorry, Hawks—” you trailed, shame curling your lips down, at the knowledge that all of this was your own fault. 

“I know-... sweet girl, its fine...” He cooed, narrowed eyes locked in you cum stained fingers, “I understand… but I need you to understand as well—” 

His voice sounded more strained with each passing second, the winged hero could feel himself slipping away again, he didn’t want to ask, but sure as hell, would hate a lot more to end up taking you by force. 

“—I can’t control myself…” He confessed, “not when in rut and—” 

“I understand.” You muttered, quietly. 

“You do?” 

You nodded, unable to look him in the eye, yet you felt his hand when gently caressed your cheek once, before it latched on to your nape and yanked, hinting you. 

“Then please —please, don’t make me ask.” 

You wondered if he had ever had to beg someone before, of course not, he could have whoever he wanted. Quit stalling, your mind scolded and you felt the pull of his hand again, a little more demanding.

Taking your hand, like a true gentleman, help you to your knees. It was the least he could do, and shame reflected in his eyes when you looked up. Hard and heavy cock throbbing with need in front of your face, ready to be swallowed down. 

Your mouth quivered and before you could set your mind to engulf him, his knuckles gently traced your jawline tenderly, pampering the skin before dip a thumb into your mouth, smearing it with saliva and moistening your dry lips.

You looked as ready as you could be, for someone about to give a blowjob to the number two hero. 

COMING SOON PART 4....

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[mysicklove-main]

Pining! Shoto who doesn't know how to show his love correctly. Who stares at you blankly until you understand his feelings. 

Pining! Shoto who didn't even know he liked you until Ochako made a teasing remark about his staring. 

Pining! Shoto who follows you around helplessly, and you don't seem to mind the extra addition. Who smiles and nods when you begin to invite him to wherever you are going.

Pining! Shoto who jumps and accidentally releases bits of his quirk when you accidentally graze his hand. Who clentches his fist in embarrassment when you ask if he was okay.

Pining! Shoto who blushes furiously the first time you praise him on his hero skills. Who stands there nodding and trying not to freak out when you say how “strong!” and “cool!” he is.

Pining! Shoto who sits too close to you on the couch. Always manages to somehow sit in between you and a friend. 

Pining! Shoto whose head whips around to you whenever he hears you laugh or talk. 

Pining! Shoto who sits next to you when you are online shopping. Listens to when you lightheardedly complain about how expensive everything is. Who buys everything you put in your shopping cart with his fathers credit card and brings it to your dorm room.

Pining! Shoto who thinks he is sick when he sees you talking so estactically to Kirishima. Who grabs your shoulder and leads you away from the redhead. Finally feeling that tight, uncomfortable feeling  in his stomach fade.

Pining! Shoto who just can't stop talking about you to his friends. Who somehow mentions your name in every conversation. “Oh, I think Y/N would like this.” and “Doesn't this remind you guys of Y/N?” or “I wish Y/N was here right now.”

i love him.

[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿!𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 “𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴” 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

✦ ��𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗸𝗲𝘆, 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁����𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝟰 𝗺𝗲!!

The lecture hall was empty aside from Professor Aizawa and you, who was sitting on his lap. You grinded your damp, pink panties across the print poking at you through the fabric of your professor’s dress pants. You knew in your head this was wrong, but whenever you saw someone good-looking, no matter who it was, you’d automatically turn into a horny mess.

“You listening, y/n?” he asked smoothly, pretending his dick wasn’t hardened up waiting to feel the warmth of your walls around it. “Sorry, guess I’m distracted” you mumbled, batting your false eyelashes, pretending to be some innocent girl despite your mini skirt riding up your legs.

There was an open book plopped on his desk, along with a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils too. This “study session” was going well, but as time went on, you became more eager to learn more about what was in your professor’s pants rather than the actual lesson.

“We can’t have that can we?” he whispered into your ear, lifting up your skirt, leaving it sitting loose around your waist. “Needa get your mind off of work for a while?”

You nodded, gently closing the book, scooting it over to the side incase you two went a little crazy and needed more room. “Can you take these off for me, sweetie?” he said, using his index finger to tug on the elastic of your panties before reaching to pull your tight little crop top over your head. “Mhm” you purred, slipping your panties to your ankles leaving them hanging next to your heels.

You felt a a slender hand pushing you against the desk, arching your back into a good position. Biting your lip, you prepared yourself for the feeling of Professer Aizawa’s cock rubbing against your entrance the way you imagined all those days in class before.

As you heard a pants zipper unzip from behind you, your face heated up and your heart began to race. His cold hand gripped your left tit, squeezing your pierced nipple in between his index finger and his middle finger. It took a moment for your body temperature to adjust to his, but right as you thought things had leveled out, you felt the tip of his veiny dick split between your folds and penetrate your pussy.

“Fuck!~” you moaned, vocalizing your pleasure a little too loud, forgetting this was taking place in a classroom. “Quiet, baby” Aizawa soothed, slowly inching the rest of his girthy cock into your wet cunt.

You instinctively nodded, trying ever so hard to hold back any sort of whimper or wail as your pussy loosened to adjust to the girth and length of his dick rubbing against your walls.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his initial slow thrusts. They were languid and affectionate, only leaving a slut like you desperate for more. You bucked your hips and attempted to inch yourself further down onto his cock.

“You want more, sweetie? Think you can take it?”

Whether you thought your cunt could swallow all of his length or not, a quick “Yes-” rolled off your tongue, followed by “Just fuck me please~”.

Aizawa quickly rammed the rest of his cock inside you, unknowingly slamming against your g-spot, leaving you disheveled, aching for the tip of his dick to strike your sweet spot again, at a more frenzied pace.

You stopped leaning on the desk and decided to brace yourself on your professor’s thighs, giving you a good balance. As Professor Aizawa pumped his cock in and out of your pussy, grunting as he played with your nipples, you began to bounce on his dick, using one of your hands to stretch yourself open even wider.

“If you keep wearing slutty clothes like this, you wont be the only one distracted in my class you know” he teased, gripping your waist and slamming every inch of him into you all at once.

“Mhm-“ you stammered unable to find words to appropriately reply to his banter. Your head jerked as the force of a hand tugging your hair pulled you backwards. “Are you listening, Ms. l/n?”

Your cunt tightened on his cock as if it we’re trying to influence his body to continue moving. His tip applied pressure to your g-spot as he sat there, waiting for you to reply.

“Yes, sir- Listening-“ you cooed, lying through your teeth, simply trying get him to fuck you unapologetically rough, leaving you out of breath. “Promise if I fuck you good, you’ll do better in my class?” he taunted, slowly moving himself within your body.

A needy “Promise~” fell from your lips on impulse, bringing tears to your eyes knowing you couldn’t yell as loud as you wanted to. A sense of hopelessness washed over you, as you could feel every part of your body begging to touched. However, it was then your professor stood up from his chair and bent you over, now pinning you to the desk in the exact same spot you cleared room for earlier.

A gasp tried to come out of your mouth due to the sudden movement, but Aizawa had already placed his hand over your mouth and began brutally pounding your cunt. “This what it take for girls like you to pass my class? Getting used like a cumslut?”

A set of muffled moans filled the room, as the will power you had to hold any noises back had disappeared the moment his pace had picked up. Tears began to roll down your face as your pleasure reached it’s peak and your body attempted run from the cock you’d been begging for all this time.

Your hand grasped at the air and you pleaded into the hand of your professor, as his length caused you to paint his dick white and drip cum onto the pants hanging around his ankles.

The euphoric feeling of your walls clenching down on his dick, lead to your mascara running down your cheek. A few grunts and groans came out his mouth before he quickly removed himself from your cunt, leaving you feeling relieved, but empty and ready for more.

Professor Aizawa gave himself a few pumps before releasing his nut onto your back, leaving some residue on the mini skirt he had pulled upon your waist. You layed there catching your breath as he reached down and pulled your panties up for you, redressing you with your shirt and cum covered skirt as well.

Eventually, you sat up and Professor Aizawa pulled you close to his face. Taking his thumb, he wiped away your running mascara, before moving his hand to your chin, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “When you go home make sure you study, baby. Mkay?” he whispered gently, as if he were a completely different person than the one that was corrupting you, making you cry tears of pleasure just moments before.

You replied with a small, sinless “kay~” before grabbing your purse that was set aside and limping your way towards the exit of the building. However, little did your professor know, instead of studying when you got home, you simply began planning out an even sluttier outfit for tomorrow in hopes that maybe he’d see you again and you two could start a nightly routine of hooking up together for the rest of that term.

[im-so-tired-sorry]

Cramping

kiribaku x gn!reader

cw: reader experiences periods, mentions of blood, swearing, and pet names

a/n: ending is lowkey rushed but idrc at this point lmao

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you were in the kitchen cooking with your boyfriends. you three were making a stew that consisted of various meats and veggies.

it was truly a three person effort.

you three would walk around the kitchen for items that you needed and you would each kiss the shoulders of the other two if you happened to walk behind them.

but of course, in couple-y fashion, it turned into teasing and you guys had to mess with each other; you would purposely bumped into your partners and kirishima grabbed at tickle sensitive spots as he walked by. but bakugo would just keep cutting veggies.

that is until you bumped into him enough times, catching you laugh from him side eyeing you.

he grinned and grabbed a kitchen towel and when you caught your breath from laughing, he whipped it at you lightly, hitting the lower part of your stomach.

all of a sudden, a twisting, piercing pain stabbed you internally. you took a breath through gritted teeth, but you couldnt resist to crouch into a ball while holding the lower half of your torso.

of course, your boyfriends crouched to your side as soon as they saw you in pain.

“katsuki!! how hard did you hit them!!!?!?!”

“i didnt hit them that hard! i barely used any force!”

“well you clearly did if theyre in this much pain!!”

“it wasnt that!! it wasn’t that, i’m just cramping that’s all!!”

“oh”

“oh”

…

…

“OH”

“well good to know you’re not pregnant.”

“katsuki! baby, what do you need right now. pain killer? heating pad? water?”

“to, fuck, to lay down.”

and with that, your partners went to work. kirishima carried you to bed to allow you to stay in your curled up position. once in bed, bakugo made you drink an entire bottle of water before allowing you to lay down, placing another bottle on the nightstand and passing you your heating pad.

your boyfriends helped you get as comfortable as you could, all while checking on the stew.

“you need anything else?”

with a yawn, you answered, “a nap. i think the cooking got me a little overworked.”

“and over heated,” kirishima said as he felt your forehead, “don’t worry love. we’ll finish cooking and i’ll try to sneak some in so you don’t have to get up-“

“hey! no eating in the room! especially any kind of soup. cause i know your clumsy ass will spill it on our sheets.”

you giggled before sensing blood flow through yourself from the added pressure. seeing you in the uncomfortable state sent worry to your partners, but you brushed it off and they left you to sleep.

you woke up a couple hours later to the sky in a darker light. you were in less pain now, but there was still a lingering tension below your stomach. it didn’t hurt, but it’s never a comfortable feeling.

you heard the bedroom door open slowly. “babe. you awake?”

“mmmm”

“tch, i’ll take that as a yes. sit up, i brought you food.”

“i thought there was no eating on the bed.”

“do you want it or not?”

slowly and still a little groggily, you sat up and katsuki handed you a bowl of warm stew as he sat next to you. the stew ended up really good, with the veggies well cooked and the meat tender.

“how do you feel?”

you shrugged, not just as an instant response but because there really was no way to explain it.

“is there anything i can do?”

“take this feeling away.”

he sighed and wrapped an arm around you. “sorry to break it to you, but i can’t, no matter how much i want to. what i, and eijirou, can do…is try and support you through this.”

you finished your stew and rested your head on his shoulder. “that’s more than enough.”

“katsuki!! i finished loading the dishwasher. is there anything else before i start it?” you faced the door where your giant boyfriend came in and leaned against the doorframe. “hey baby. you feeling ok?”

you shrugged in response.

“i’ll take this,” bakugo took the bowl and stood, “I’ll put this in the wash.”

you sat at the edge of the bed to grab your water bottle. after you took a drink and put it back on the nightstand, you noticed a pop of color on your light colored sheets where you were laying last. you gasped in surprise, realizing you stained the sheets with blood. you caught you partners’ attentions while they were both at the door.

“what happened?”

“nothing!”

“are you hurting again?”

“no! i mean kind of, but no i’m fine!”

“did you stain the sheets?”

you opened your mouth to deny, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away with it, so you shamefully looked away.

“oh baby,” kirishima walked up to you and held your face in his hands, “it’s ok! we just have to wash them and they’ll be gone. no need to be ashamed either, it’s natural.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“i’m gonna put this in the dishwasher and then come up to change the sheets. eijirou, do you mind starting a shower for them?”

“of course i don’t mind!”

a shower was a good idea. just to have a sense of cleanliness.

eijirou prepared the shower for you, and as soon as the water was warm enough, you hoped in. after a proper rinse, you dressed comfortably for bed.

returning to the bedroom, you noticed the darker sheets over your boyfriends already in bed. katsuki was reading his book and eijirou was on his phone, each putting their item down as soon as you entered.

“ready for bed?” kirishima asked with a dorky little smile.

you nodded, excited to rest with your partners.

before getting into bed though, katsuki made you drink more water.

you snuggled in between your partners as they cuddled around you, making sure you were comfortable and that they weren’t squeezing too hard.

and with that, you three fell asleep.