#is Deku biting his finger??

[nuravity]

@rottingpath (I just thought of you first when I saw this) @oncforallxbroccoli @kibouhero

VS!

[teddybeartoji]

one of the hottest things eren has done is rip off his own fucking thumbs while getting out of the chains i genuinely cannot even describe what that did to mesjjwkdjdkdhfjksv

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

“Mine.” (Bakugo x Reader – Super Fluffy & Clingy Jealous Bakugo)

You had no idea what had gotten into Katsuki today, but he had been glued to you since the second you walked into the dorms.

Not that you were complaining—having your explosive, usually gruff boyfriend wrap himself around you like some oversized cat was adorable—but you could definitely tell something was up.

“Katsuki,” you giggled, shifting slightly as his arms tightened around your waist. “You’re literally crushing me.”

“Good,” he muttered, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His grip on you, if possible, got even tighter.

You sighed, letting your fingers slide into his soft, spiky hair. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or are you just gonna suffocate me?”

He huffed against your skin, but didn’t move. “Nothin’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest, but it didn’t hold its usual bite. If anything, he just nuzzled into you further, arms firm around your waist as he pulled you into his lap on his dorm room bed.

After a moment, he finally grumbled, “Saw you with Deku today.”

Oh.

So that’s what this was about.

You bit back a knowing smile. “Yeah? We were just hanging out.”

“Too damn close.” His grip tightened again, and you swore he was pouting against your skin. “He was lookin’ at you all soft and shit.”

Your lips twitched. “Katsuki, that’s just how Midoriya looks at people.”

He growled. “Don’t defend him.”

You laughed, leaning back so you could finally see his face. His crimson eyes were narrowed, lips tugged into an irritated scowl, but the faintest shade of pink dusted his cheeks.

He was jealous.

And not just jealous—clingy.

You reached up, cupping his face in both hands. “Katsuki,” you cooed, running your thumbs over his cheekbones. “Are you pouting?”

His eyes widened slightly, and his scowl deepened. “I don’t pout.”

“You totally are.”

“Shut up.”

You giggled, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose. His hold on you faltered just slightly, but before you could pull away, he snapped.

With a low growl, he grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours.

You barely had time to react before his arms tightened around your waist, pressing you flush against his body as his mouth moved against yours with desperation.

He was claiming you—devouring you—like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His lips were hot, demanding, yet softer than usual, lingering longer than they needed to.

Your breath hitched as his hands slid up your back, fingers pressing into your skin like he needed to feel you. You gasped slightly against his mouth, and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue between your lips in a way that made your head spin.

“Mine,” he murmured against you, his voice husky and desperate.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric as he kissed you again, and again, and again—like he was trying to erase any memory of you with anyone else.

When he finally pulled away, his crimson eyes were darker, his breaths heavy against your lips.

“Say it,” he muttered, his voice rough.

You blinked, still dizzy. “Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

Your heart fluttered.

You let a slow, teasing smile spread across your lips before pulling him back in—this time, kissing him first.

His breath hitched, his hands trembling slightly against your skin as he melted into you, letting you take control for once. You kissed him softly, sweetly, and when you pulled back, you whispered against his lips:

“I’m yours, Katsuki.”

His grip on you tightened. His heart pounded. And then—

He kissed you again. Hard.

And you swore he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, captive bunny reader, hybrid au, mindbreak

fem reader

Thinking about bunny darling… and the mighty bear who’s taken you captive.

Of course, you’re piss-scared to anger him. Goosefleshed when he’s close, shivering from lips to knees—unsteady and speechless—only able to barely nod your head when he asks you if you’d like his big fat cock whilst rubbing the huge clothed pound against you needily.

You close your eyes when he smiles—terrified of those strong teeth, how a bite could easily snap your neck.

But there is one saving grace in it all, in how all type of shame disappears in knowing how there would be no sense in fighting back. He’s way too massive for you to even humor the thought. It would just be too silly.

The understanding makes you pliant in his bed, nice and soft. He doesn’t even need to use threats or ropes, only sweetly suggestive language, which you listen to all too keenly.

“Can you spread your legs for me?” he’ll croon, and you’ll answer by doing just so—spreading them wide to allow him space between them.

He knows he’s hunted you down and taken you against your will, but your display is nearly enough to make him forget—how you wrap your tiny arms around the breadth of his back, barely long enough to braid your fingers behind his neck—holding onto him for dear life like a lover would—moaning oh-so-sweetly when he preps you on his thick fingers. One is enough to make you squirm—wet and warm and velvety in the palm of his hand as he kneads the heel against your clit. Two has you bucking your hips in return, and three makes you all but fall apart—tears on your pretty face, staining your cheeks raw, begging him to give you the real thing, to breed you, to fill you up with his babies.

Bunnies make such sweet little sluts. So easily drunk on pleasure and the promise of more, you go completelydumb in the wait. When you get like that, there isn’t a single sliver of fear within you—too numb to care about anything but the fatness bullying its way within you, so warm you feel like melting around it like a lollipop on a stick.

You suck his tongue with moans while he pounds you. Your legs hooked over his hips, trying to hold on—but his pace is brutal, and you’re not strong enough to withstand it. Luckily, his paws hold your ass steady—one on each cheek, squeezing you firmly, holding you just right to ram your womb on each heavy hard thrust.

You tell him the sweetest things as he makes you cum—how much you love it, how you adore his big bear dick, how you want it to go on forever.

You know no limits when he’s pushed you into heat. The fever reduces you to nothing but an animal seeking to have its every desire sated. The way you ride him is nothing short of shameless—with your back turned, showing him your cotton tail, your feet in the bed, standing while you hop on his lap, in bliss like you’re bounding about a flower field in your head.

You make no protest as he maneuvers, laying you down with your face mushed in the mattress. He stands behind you, mounting you—holding your puffy tail in a fist, squeezing it while rutting into you with enough weight to make you sound like a squeaky toy.

“Please, fill me up—breed me full—” you all but whine against the sheets, curling it in your fists—feeling his cock run you through, making putty out of your insides.

Yeah—in moments like these, it’s impossible for either of you to remember you’re his captive. It feels too good, too right—so euphoric, it’s anything but forced. He drapes you with his body, holding you tight with his cock balls-deep, giving you his all, every last drop of his love, right inside your starving womb.

And the feeling is so fulfilling, you might as well have hearts in your eyes, panting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you~”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Enji, Aizawa ♡ JJK – Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Naoya ♡ BLLK – Kunigami ♡ DS – Doma, Sanemi ♡ HxH – Uvogin

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[cathnospam]

Content Warning: College MHA AU, Reader is….weird(ish), Bakugo is somewhat clueless

You don’t know why, but your boyfriend being a crash out is hot.

Maybe it’s the toxicity in you, maybe you’re a sadomasochist, whatever the case may be, but Bakugo getting riled up is probably the top 5 hottest things you’ve seen.

Nobody understands why you like it so much, Mina thinks you’ve been brainwashed, Kiri tries not to judge, but calls you weird, Denki thinks it’s scary and you might be in danger, and Sero finds it hilarious.

Even Deku, he was the first to notice how you smirk and get all giggly when Bakugo is cursing someone out on the field and straight up blasting his heart out when he’s sparring with the poor bastard he’s against.

“Are you smiling?”

“What?”

“You’re smiling, a lot. When Kacchan blasted that wall down unnecessarily you started to smile—“

“Don’t worry about it, Izuku.”

Everybody notices it, but him.

He does notice how much clingier you are after a fight, or after he finishes yelling at someone, or even when he’s mad you’re just there stealing glances and grinning . It’s not that big of a deal to him, but he doesn’t know WHY you do it.

He’s always like this. He’s always been a hot head, that was your first impression of him.

But being a relationship with him made you see in him a new light.

He’s yelled at you plenty of times before, he still does, but it’s not similar to how he does Kaminari or even Deku. It’s usually just passive aggressive comments, mixed with grumbling.

Today was no different he was already annoyed Todoroki got the highest score during the exams and he had to spar with Monoma so of course that plus his taunt really had Bakugo in a mood.

You loved it.

Seeing him blast through walls, his fangs more prominent when he yells, the way his veins pop out of his shoulders and neck. You’re so sick in the head for liking it.

You watched, looking as dazed as you usually are when you see your Blondie fight around. You nearly began to bite your lip until Bakugo caught you.

His brows furrowed for a split second, before dodging Monoma’s move. You had to straight up.

Later that evening Bakugo began to watch you with a thoughtful look. In the common area he walked past you before saying, “Meet me outside. Now.”

“Alright what the hell is your problem. You have been staring at me all day like a fucking piece of meat. You horny…..~”

“No you dick.” You slap his arm, sitting beside him on the bench, “You just looked really good today.”

“I always look good—“

“You look AIIGHT?….You just….I like how you look when you’re fighting. And yelling. And mad—“

“You’re a damn masochist.”

“No I’m not!” You scoff making him break into a chuckle, he figured you liked SOMETHING he was doing he just couldn’t put him finger on it. He smirks at you, “Is that why you like pissing me off huh?” He playfully states while he wraps his arm around your neck and nudges you forehead with his knuckles, “Always fucking annoying the shit out me? Like seeing me mad?”

You share a laugh with him and push him off, “Maybe!..SO!? Who cares I’m complimenting you you bastard.”

“Right…” Bakugo ponders, studying your face as you both sit on the bench outside, “You’re a weird ass, is this your way of telling me I should yell at you more?”

“…” You side eye him and he immediately starts pointing at you in fake disbelief, as if he were about to insult you, “I’m kidding! I don’t want you GENUINELY angry at me.”

The blonde smirks, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he couldn’t ever be actually angry at you. He does however like to know that his outburst don’t annoy you as much as he thought they did.

[botanicsoul]

Don’t Meet Your Heroes

Pro Hero | Izuku Midoriya x Fangirl (Fem) Reader

-> I will NEVER stop writing menace Izuku because there is absolutely NO WAY someone that nice, that polite, that sweet is not secretly a freak. You don’t save the world with a smile and then go home and knit. No—you choke your girl out while she wears your merch and thank her for letting you. —Anyway, enjoy🥳

ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍

You didn’t expect much when you walked up to the table—just your hero crush smiling at you for five seconds before you moved on like everyone else.

But when his eyes lifted and locked onto yours, time stretched. You offered him the homemade fanart you’d printed on glossy paper. “It’s silly, but… I wanted you to sign it.”

His freckled cheeks went pink, and he gave you that smile. “It’s not silly at all. It’s cute.”

His fingers brushed yours when he took it. “Hey… mind if I ask something kinda bold?”

You blinked. “Yeah? What’s up?”

He scribbled something in the corner of the poster and slid it back. A phone number.

“Text me. If you want to talk more. Or… I don’t know. Grab a coffee?”

Your heart practically launched out of your chest.

Of course you texted him.

Coffee turned into dinner. Dinner turned into your back hitting his apartment mattress—staring up at him, wide-eyed, wondering how the sweet, bashful hero who wore a cardigan on your little date now had your legs pinned wide open… your wrists bound above your head with his utility belt.

At first, he kissed you like you were fragile. Hands shaky. Voice soft. Whispers of “you sure?” between every breath.

But the second you moaned his name and rocked your hips into his?

A switch flipped.

And suddenly the man above you wasn’t the one who smiled for cameras. He fucked you like he’d been starving. Like he’d been good for too long and now he needed to ruin something sweet.

He rutted into you slow and deep—possessive, gritting through every thrust like he hated how much he needed it.

“You thought I’d be gentle, didn’t you?” he muttered, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard crack.

“Thought I’d blush and stutter while I fucked you?” He leaned down, lips dragging along your jaw. “No, baby. I earn my rewards.”

Your legs shook. He was everywhere—biting your neck, sucking marks onto your chest like he wanted the world to see, you were a moaning mess while he’s choking you just enough to make you dizzy.

“You moan like you want the whole city to hear you,” he growled. “You like this? Being fucked by your favorite hero like a filthy little fan girl?”

You gasped, nails digging into your palm.

He chuckled low, voice dark. “You’re soaked. Can feel it drip down my cock every time I pull out.”

“Please—” you barely got the word out before he was on you again, teeth gritted like he was holding back something brutal.

He paused, just to thrust harder. “I’ve saved lives, baby,” he snarled into your neck, “but I’d let the city burn if it meant I got to come back to this cunt.”

Your body snapped tight, your orgasm crashing into you with no warning—and he felt it.

He growled, rough and wrecked. “Good girl. Fuck—milk it. Soak me. Show me how much this pussy loves me.”

And when you finally went limp, body shaking, eyes glassy? He leaned down and kissed you like he hadn’t just destroyed you.

Then he pulled out, slowly, watching his cum leak from your pussy onto the sheets.

He groaned. “Next time I fuck you, wear my merch.”

You blinked up at him, fucked-out and blinking.

He grinned, all teeth. “The one that says Property of Pro Hero Deku. I wanna see it when I make you cum on your knees.”

[odilesgrimoire]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (end)

Bakugo doesn’t notice it at first.

Not until one morning, when he walks into class and sees you sitting at your desk, head resting on your arms. You look tired. More than usual. Dark circles under your eyes, the slight puffiness, like you had been crying.

Something twists in his chest. He likes it.

He doesn’t know why, but the sight of you like this, vulnerable, affected, satisfies something deep inside him. It means you still care. That even if you’ve been ignoring him, even if you’ve been acting like you’re fine, you aren’t.

And that means… you haven’t moved on.

The thought settles in his mind, dark and selfish. He should feel guilty. Should feel bad that you’re clearly hurting.

But instead, he feels something close to relief.

Because it means you still think about him. That even after everything, he is still the one lingering in your mind. Not anyone else.

Him.

And for now, that’s enough.

But then—

"Are you okay?"

Midoriya’s voice breaks through his thoughts.

And just like that, the relief turns to rage.

Bakugo watches, eyes narrowing, as Midoriya crouches beside your desk. His brows are furrowed in concern, his voice soft, too soft. And you? You look up at him, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, just didn’t sleep well."

Liar.

Midoriya doesn’t believe it either. He pulls something out of his bag, his notebook. "Here, I copied the notes from yesterday. You missed a lot."

You blink, surprised. Then, a genuine smile blooms across your face.

And Bakugo hates that.

Hates the way Midoriya makes you smile. Hates the way he’s looking at you, like you’re precious. Hates that you’re letting him.

It doesn’t stop there.

At lunch, you sit with Midoriya and the others instead of the usual squad. Bakugo doesn’t care. He doesn’t. Except he can hear you laughing. Can see the way Midoriya nudges your tray closer when you barely touch your food. Can see how you lean into him when he whispers something to you.

And worst of all, he sees the way Midoriya looks at you.

It’s the same way you used to look at him.

The rumors start soon after.

"Did you hear? Midoriya might like her"

"I mean, have you seen them lately? They’re always together."

"Honestly… kinda cute, don’t you think?"

The words slip through the classroom like a slow-moving poison.

Bakugo isn’t even trying to listen, but the whispers reach him anyway, each one pressing into his skull like a dull, persistent ache.

His fingers twitch. Then curl. Then clench into fists so tight, his nails bite into his palms.

Why does it bother him?

Why does his jaw tighten every time he sees you together?

Why does it feel like a punch to the gut when you walk into class and don’t even look at him?

Why does it piss him off so much when he catches Midoriya blushing because of you?

—

The breaking point comes on a normal day.

Bakugo’s already irritated, he doesn’t even know why anymore. Everything just pisses him off. The way Kirishima laughs. The way Denki’s chewing too loud. The way you are standing so damn close to Midoriya near the lockers.

Then, Midoriya reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

It’s a small gesture. Barely anything. But it makes something in Bakugo snap.

Before he even realizes it, he’s grabbing your wrist, yanking you away.

"We need to talk."

You stumble but quickly regain your footing, yanking your hand out of his grip. "What the hell is your problem?"

"What the hell is yours?" Bakugo snaps back. His eyes are burning. "You and Deku. Why the hell are you always with him?"

You scoff, crossing your arms. "I don’t see how that’s any of your business."

"You—" He grits his teeth. "You don’t even wait for me after training anymore. You don’t—"

And that’s when you laugh.

It’s bitter. Cold.

"Bakugo, are you serious?" Your voice is steady, but your eyes, there’s something sharp in them. "You knew I liked you, didn’t you?"

He freezes.

You tilt your head, studying him. "You knew. And you let me believe I had a chance."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut.

"Did you ever care?" you whisper.

Bakugo doesn’t answer.

Can’t.

Because the truth is sitting in his throat like a stone, too heavy to swallow.

You watch him, waiting. Just hoping a little that maybe, just maybe, he’ll say something that makes this all worth it.

But he doesn’t.

He just stands there, fists clenched, teeth grit, jaw locked too tight and, nothing.

And that’s when you know.

You exhale, something in your shoulders loosening. Not relief. More like… exhaustion. Like the last bit of hope you had has finally withered away.

"That’s what I thought."

You turn to leave, but for a second, just a second, you hesitate. Like you’re waiting. Like you’re giving him one last chance.

But Bakugo stays silent.

So you exhale, something in your shoulders loosening. Not relief. Just exhaustion. Then, you walk away.

Bakugo doesn’t stop you.

Doesn’t reach out. Doesn’t say a damn thing.

Just stands there, watching as you disappear down the hall, watching as you walk out of his reach.

And this time, you don’t look back.

This time, you won’t come back.

[ogwintersmind]

MHA boys as dads

Bakugou (boy dad)

When blue confetti fell from out of the gender reveal balloon you immediately predicted the future. A crazy, loud, chaotic future was very promising. And your predictions came true after litttle Kai was born.

When he was freshly out of the womb, four days, katsuki is already lecturing him about how great he's going to be and that he's a Bakugou so he's guarantee to be strong and awesome.

When he reaches the toddler stage… bless your poor heart. Not only does Kai look exactly like katsuki, but he acts like him too!

He's loud, always climbing the stairs, wanting to aggressively play hero’s vs villains, oh, he bites too. Katsuki thinks it’s the most hilarious thing in the world. When friends are over and kaminari, deku, or kirishima piss him off he’ll send Kai to do his dirty work (Bite them) only to get lectured by you saying “He’s a baby not a dog! don’t teach him to do that!!”

He loves matching family outfits, as corny and out of character it sounds, he loves it. He teaches Kai about the places of the world, and makes sure Kai has an out standing vocabulary claiming "I won't have an idiot running around. He's a Bakugou he has to be great, like me.” You retort by saying “He’s three!!”

He also teaches Kai that it's ok to cry. He wishes that he was taught that showing emotions doesn’t make you weak and expressing your feelings makes you stronger, something he learned from you, and he wants to make sure his son understands that and doesn’t have to grow up carrying the burden of emotions that he never got to express on his back. He wants his son to know that he’s able to talk to him and that he’ll be there to listen and support him.

100/10 great dad. (He’s begging for baby #2345&6)

Kirishima (girl dad)

He was surprised when the confetti came out of the balloon and it was pink. He definitely thought he’d have a son. He wasn’t upset though, he was going to have a healthy child and that’s all that really mattered.

He plays princesses and lets your daughter paint his nails and do his makeup. They proceed to do fashion shows for you all the while kirishima is stumbling over his feet in your way too small heels he attempted to squeeze his feet in.

When you’re out and it’s his turn to dress Kami he puts her in the most “dad dressed me” outfits ever.. for example, you’ll come home and her hair is in what you think is supposed to be a ponytail, she has on a neon green shirt, fairy wings, and baggy baby blue jeans. “I tried..” is the only thing he’ll say while you’re laughing your butt off.

Did I mention your daughter is a Velcro baby? Kirishima is very clingy so it’s to no one’s surprise that your daughter is the same way. She throws a fit when you or kiri set her down for even a second, it’s tiring for you but kirishima doesn’t mind it one bit. He holds her no matter what he’s doing, cooking, cleaning, playing his game, working out, it doesn’t matter. His baby will always be on his arm.

She has Kirishimas sharp teeth so when katsuki and he are hanging out with the kids and Katsuki sends Kai to bite him, kirishima retaliates by sending his daughter katsukis way to defend her daddy.

100/100 greattt papa!

Kaminari (twin dad boy + girl)

He short circuited when he found out he was having not one... But two little kaminaris running around the house, and you... Bless your heart.

He gives the children stupid nicknames like "concreate" and "cement" or "bloom" and "Sprout” and you hate it because when the children are in their toddler stage and they get into trouble and you say “Kami/Kai, get down you’ll hurt yourself!” they'll say "I not Kami/Kai, I Sprout/Bloom!!”

Speaking of trouble... Kaminari "doesn't allow" you to punish the twins. His favorite line is "they're just kids, babe. They're still learning.” so they get away with everything.

He teaches them how to tell dad jokes to his friends and Sero thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. (he also taught them the “pull my finger thing” ..yuck.)

Denki stays up at night reading the twins bedtime stories, it doesn't matter whether it's 9pm or 3am, he'll read to his babies for as long as they need.

100/100 great dad!

Shoto (girl dad)

Shoto had no idea how he was going to be as a father. His family life was so messed up.. What if his father’s toxic traits take over and he ends up forcing his child into a toxic environment like Enji did him… “You’re not Enji, you’re Shoto. You’ll be an amazing father. I wouldn’t have a child with you if I thought otherwise.”

And a great father he is.

He spoils her to no end. Whatever toy, dress, shoe, candy, or whatever else she wants she gets. What baby do you know that has been to 7 different countries by the age of 3? None? Wrong answer because Your daughter has been to 7 different countries before she was even 2.

He wants her to know that she should never settle for less and that she deserves the entire world. When she does something wrong he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t even get angry. He’ll speak to her in a very gentle voice and tell her how and why her actions were wrong. After the talk he’ll give her a hug and tell her he loves her.

When he finally allows Enji to meet her he makes sure that his father speaks to her nicely and doesn’t scare her. The moment Enji does anything wrong in Shotos opinion he grabs his daughter and immediately leaves. He refuses to let Enji to traumatize or hurt his daughter in the same way he hurt him.

Your daughter is very kind a really smart, she’s a daddy’s girl 100%. He loves that your daughter trusts the both of you enough to open up and voice her feelings to you. He loves that she isn’t afraid of either of you. He loves that he broke the toxic cycle of the Todiroki family trauma and is an amazing father.

100/100. Great father.

Hi friends! I hope you enjoy these! Some were pretty rushed but that you for reading!

Requests are open and highly encouraged!

Not proofread

xo- winter 🪼🤍.

[gamblersdoll]

cw: semi cheating trope, cucking, doggy style, masturbation (m) spitting, katsuki being really mean in this one, slapping.

this felt dirty and wrong, izuku thought. the way he felt about you was greater than his past crush for ochaco, yet here he was. the obsessive and adoration he had for you was no match, but here he was.

here he was pressing down on katsuki’s head as he went down on izuku, him slightly gagging on his length and pushing away. “fuck– you getting too rough, deku.” he spits, glaring up at him. “calm down this time.”

he nods, eyes filled with lust and his judgement clouded. he didnt notice the two missed calls you had given him, nor the four missed messages. his fingers trail through katsuki’s head, yet his balls lurched when katsuki licked his lips.

“zuku, what are you—“ you say, opening the door and looking at your phone. until your eyes meet the two, katsuki on his knees while izuku sits on his bed, manspreading.

both of their hearts thump, a cold nervous sweat on both of their faces and hands as you just stand there, bewildered. your heart clenches, feeling sadness, but more of disappointment and rage filling your veins.

“baby—“ izuku starts, but gets cut off by you.

“nah nah, fuck you!” you shout, turning around and slamming the door. it had to be about nine in the evening, so everyone was already downstairs chilling out.

it took you about a month or two to settle your nerves, feeling rage and betrayal from him just getting his dick sucked from his childhood friend.

a friend who also just so happen to be friends with you, surprisingly. thats what threw you off, katsuki just so suddenly became friends with you and wasn’t completely an ass to you. you at first thought nothing of it, but now it made sense.

your mind stops thinking, your ears and eyes being drawn to the message ping on your phone. izuku had texted, asking to meet in his dorm to talk.

should you even fucking bother? maybe. let hear what this bitch had to say.

“so— first i want to say im so sorry.” he starts, hands on his bouncing knees and eyes darting around. he picked at his nails, katsuki having to pull his hands apart. that only added salt to the wound, because what the fuck was he doing here?

“and why does bakugou have to be here for this?” you ask, growing impatient and tapping your foot. he looks up to your eyes, the glare you gave was mean, hurting his heart.

the “because he has involvement with this— its not what you think!” he quickly says, hands up in defense and looking to you and katsuki.

“so..”

“uhum–“ he tried, swallowing thickly and takes a deep breath. “so.. you remember when i told you i was bi, right? before we got together?” he starts, knee bouncing faster harder. you nod, eyes raised in a “yeah, no shit.” look. “well.. kacchan and i had been talking since we made up, and we started to like you as well.”

youre feet stop tapping, heart stopping and you start a glare. “hold on! and we started to like you and it kinda separated us for a couple weeks, thats when me and you were first dating and we had that big fight that you had to separate.” he rambles, katsuki flicking him to stay on topic.

“and uh, me and kacchan made up again after you both became friends and we wanted to ask you in person if you could give a threeway a shot!”

you just stare, looking at the both of them and watching katsuki just lean back. that made your blood boil, the way hes just acting all casual.

katsuki notices, manspreading himself and staring right back at you. “if you got something to say, say it.” he states, testing to see who and what you were.

you say nothing, biting your tongue and looking back to the green haired boy. “that’s absolutely bullshit and you know it.” you say, finding that shit unbelievable and quite frankly, offensive. “you mean to tell me that you both were fucking on the down low and then i just peaked both of your interest, you got together with me and all of a sudden you want a three way?”

“aint that what he just said?” katsuki finally speaks and chimes in, eyebrow raised.

you feel like a snapping point, like your ready to reach across and slap the fuck out of him for even speaking to you at all. “you can shut the fuck up, baku—“

at that point, he had heard enough between you and izuku. he reaches out, grabbing you by your throat and giving a slight choke. your thighs quiver, it being an instant trigger for you to become a mess.

“kacc—!”

“nah, you took too long with your fuckin’ delivery.” he says, hand groping a breast and leading you to the bed. “youre the one who told me this the shit she likes, so i’m fuckin’ her.”

and if those words werent a trigger for you, it was for izuku. his cock grows hard, his shorts becoming a restriction to his length and he groans.

katsuki’s lips crash onto yours, him effortlessly taking a hand and freeing himself from his boxers and tapping it against your skin. “you want it, dont you?” he teases, ripping the shorts off of your skin and rubbing circles into your clit.

his hand pries open your mouth, his eyes lowering. “open.” he says, curling his lips and spitting into your wet cavern. he looks over to izuku, izuku already freeing himself and spitting on his own length. “you see that there?” he points, whispering in your ear.

“thats what he does when he thinks about me fucking you like some common whore.” he reveals, chuckling in your ear. “he been waitin’ for this, to see me fuck you relentless and he watch.” he says again, slapping your clit and pinching it.

“zuku—“ your voice tries, sounding hoarse and katsuki focusing on your face now. he lands a somewhat hard slap to it, forcing you to look only at him.

“dont look at him, why are you looking at him? whos about to fuck you?” katsuki presses, fingers digging their way into your walls. “huh? whos about to fuck this pussy hm?”

you stutter, the intrusion being too much and you claw at his skin. “katsuki! shit—“

“yeah, thats right. im the one fucking you, not him. he assures, fingers finished from curling inside onto your gspot and forcing themselves into your mouth. “you dont get to cum, yet, either.”

you suckle on his fingers, eyes rolling back from the sheer force of his demands and tossing. he flips you over, face in the mattress and him grabbing you by your hips. shit, could you do this? doggy you cant even handle with izuku.

you try to look up, only catching a glimpse of izuku fisting his cock and his face flushed.

you squeal, feeling the heat from katsuki’s tip slip inside of your walls and hitting that spot already. the spot that hadnt been touched in however long you and izuku hadnt talked. “fuck, i can see what you mean by her being a tight space.” katsuki groans, hand gripping a hip and shoulder blade.

he starts immediately thrusting at such a violent place, but you knew he was going to be like that. “some fucking girlfriend you fuckin’ had!” katsuki laughs, his hips snapping into yours and balls slapping at your clit. “just some fucking whore that needed a good dick!”

you moan into the mattress, drooling against it and eyes rolling harder to your skull. you clawed at the sheets, hearing izuku lose himself in his fist as he watched his fuck buddy, his childhood best friend fuck his pretty girlfriend.

you choke, his cock angled at a different spot that had never been used or touched. “oh shit, you havent fucked her this way either, huh?” he grins, his hips angling themselves better and he spits onto the curve of your back. “yeah? he doesnt fuck you good like i do, huh?” he asks, a harsh slap to your ass.

“no— no no fuck!” you moan, going stupid from the intrusion, the sheer force of his hips alone making you go dumb. your tummy clenched, feeling your clit throb more than anything until it hurt.

“fuck, shes about to cum, deku.” he growls in a praise, his palms pressing down on your lower back as he slams his bodyweight into the thrusts.

you squeal, that coil tightening and hearing izuku lose himself in his own orgasm at the same time. you had missed hearing him cum, you both usually always have a simultaneous orgasm together at the same time.

“cum in her— breed her pussy please, kacchan.” he pleads, his hand shines with his seed and sweat that came from fucking his cock.

katsuki loses himself in a matter of time, approximately two minutes after you both had came and it was all because of how good you felt and that izuku just wanted to watch you get fucked by his childhood friend. his own rival.

[lady-ashfade]

Mha Men Reactions To You Thinking That Asking You Out Is A Joke.

—£ X Gn Reader

—£ Plot: Reader has been bullied and thinks that this is just another prank, they have been asked out before as a joke.

—£ Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki

—£ Warning: Angst To Comfort, Reader Being Insecure, Reader being bullied, Reader Making The Boys Feel Bad, Crying, Bad Language, Fighting, Happy Ending.

Izuku

-He was so confused at first, then in disbelief and angry.

Izuku had worked himself up for mouths to finally ask you out. He’s been hinting at how he feels for you but you never seem to notice. All he could do each day was think about you, how he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. He wanted to show you the world and all it could be.

So, he waited till you both got off of patrol and chased after you.

Hearing your name you turn around to see the green haired man running after you like a crazy man, flying so fast with a red tint on his face. Then to stop and huff in front of you, he laughed nervously.

“Deku? You okay…” you question and tilt your head. He couldn’t get enough of how cute you looked.

“Hmm, just want to tell you something.” He smiled and said it like a known fact. You wait for him to say something while you stand still, just waiting….Until he was just staring at you in silence.

You wave your hands in front of his face and he turned the shade of a tomato for a minute while jumping out of his skin. You were confused, he was acting strange? He hasn’t been this nervous in a while.

“Okay- Well” he takes a deep breath and then pours his heart out in a shout, “I like you- A lot. I have since you first showed me your quirk and flashed that smile. So, I want to ask you out on a date?”

Izuku came up with many scenarios of what could happen when he confessed. Like you laughing at him, rejecting him easily or harshly, even if you hit him! He planned for everything…

Expect to see you glare harshly at him, one that sent a chill down his spin. Your body tensed and your hands gripped on your bag.

“Real fuckin’ funny, deku. What? Did Bakugo set you up to this?” You spit at him. “Never thought you’d be the person to do this, is this for a prank show?” Your chest lets out a deep and angry chuckle.

He stared at you with his face drained and eyes staring wide. Was this his imagination? What are you even talking about. Did he say something wrong, he’s never seen you like this before. Cold and mean.

“Nothing to say?” You click your tongue and huff. “This isn’t a funny joke! It’s-” he watches you tear up and push a finger in his chest, “It’s cruel.”

“What the hell are you taking about?” He has no idea how much your words affect him. His chest was filling up with anger and his brows frown.

“Don’t act like you actually like me! You aren’t the first person to ask me out on a date as a prank! Or hell, even a bet!” You cross your arms and flare your nostrils.

Oh..

His eyes soften and swallow at your now trembling figure, looking so small now and shaking. Like he was a villain to make you feel worthless.

“You think I’m joking?” His hushed tone made you blink away some of the tears and whip them off quickly, nodding your head you bite your lip.

“You can tell whoever that you got me! Get your points or win, I don’t care.” You fix yourself and looked at the ground. You move backwards and turn around to walk away from him.

Izuku watched for a few seconds until he knew he couldn’t have you thinking this was for anyone else but himself. Grabbing your arm he turned you around and into his chest, coming face to face with his.

He had his serious and frustrated face, when he gets passionate. “I want you, I need you in my life. I don’t know who before made you feel like you were just a joke, but they don’t deserve anything. I want a date, a real one with fancy clothes and food.”

Your wide eyes stare in his, looking surprised. Your bodies were so close and he held you so tightly, his body was warm. “Just you and me.” He’s eyes flashed panicked as he looked between your eyes.

He heard your breath hitch and how hesitant you were to trust him. He wanted to know the battle you fought inside your head inside and out, so he could defeat them for you.

“Promise?” That small sparkle of hope made him smile.

“Promise.”

Katsuki

- He’s pissed off, man has no clue what the hell you are talking about. And how you could think he’d do something so stupid?

We all know Katsuki never half asses anything, like anything. If he didn’t want you around you simply wouldn’t. So when Katsuki knew for sure he was ready to be in a relationship, he wasn’t going to let it be half asses. You were going to be his, he would give you everything.

So, he asked you plain out. Invite you out to a restaurant and to walk around your favorite part of the city. He enjoyed how talkative you got when you were happy, so this would be just right for you.

Then you flat out yelled and him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Being so confused his loud voice rang through the empty park.

You roll your eyes, “You don’t think I know when a trick is played on me?” You ask with a pointed glare. “Look, you aren’t the first.”

Trick? You think he’s joke about this shit?

“Huh?! You think I’d take the time out of my day, but your ass food and do your favorite thing- Just to prank you?” He shouted.

“Don’t flip this on me! I know this is just a joke, ask out the “weird” person right? They must be so easy? Is that it? Want to seem so much better then everyone.”

Then he was completely enraged. He couldn’t help the blood pumping through his body as he gripped his fists.

“How fuckin’ dare you.” He stepped closer. “You think that low of me?” You matched his glare and stood your ground.

“I didn’t think you were the person to do it. But here you are.”

“Oh?” His tone growled out and tilted his head. His dark smirk sent chills down your spine. “And who are you to tell me what I feel like?”

You felt your self becoming sick and you tried not to let it get to you. But this wasn’t how you thought your relationship would go, him turning out like everyone else.

“I know that everyone always likes to pull this shit on me! Ask me out, not show or laugh in my face! Who set you up to this Huh?”

Clicking his tongue he turned away from you, “You’re so stupid.”

“No. I am just know when I am being tricked.” He looked back at you with a daring smile.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed and crosses his arms like this was so funny. Making you break.

“This isn’t a joke! And it’s not funny.” You stomp your foot and started to get so overwhelmed and tear up. How could he be so cruel? Why does everyone do this.

He yanked your hands and pushed you to the nearest bench, you protested and squirmed but he was stronger then you. “Sit still!” He demanded as his hands pressed down on your shoulders.

You sink down and just do as he says to make this situation go faster. “You listen, got it?” He stared at you seriously. You take a minute and nod your head, his sigh made you sink farther down.

“This wasn’t a joke. I first noticed how beautiful you were when you feel asleep on my shoulder after training. I like when your cheeks puff out when you eat, or that crinkle in your nose. I like how you look around if anyone notices when you fail in training. I like it when you call me “Suki” and how it makes me feel.” His cheeks heated up at admitting theses things but it was all true.

“I wouldn’t ask you out as a joke, and you thinking that is fucked up. I don’t deal with stupid people. Tell me,” he pulled out his phone and clicked around a few and then shoved the bright screen in your face. A picture of you asleep on his shoulder with drool on his shoulder and him looking so calm. “Would I let anyone do that? No, only you.”

You could feel your heart beat up and lungs losing air. Your head ran with thoughts as you looked at him. He was serious? And you just said all those horrible things to him.

“You mean- You actually like me?” Your voice and question made him laugh and shove his phone back in his pocket.

“Maybe I do hang out with stupid people.” Okay, you deserve that honestly.

You take a breath and cover your face. “Shit.” You groan and lean back without looking at him. How could you look at him again, maybe you just wouldn’t for the rest of your life.

“M’sorry.” The word muffled in your hands and he looked down at you. He loves how embarrassed you looked, hiding your face from him. But he didn’t want you to overthink anything.

His hands wrap around your wrist and pull them away from your face. You didn’t look at him at all still but he just leaned down closer, “Look at me.” His demand was soft and quiet, so unlike him. When he found your eyes again he felt himself at ease.

“I’ll bellow up those fuckers that pulled that shit on you. I don’t have time to play games. So, go on a date with me and have a good time.” There was that voice again. His loud voice to cover his emotions.

“If you’ll have me.” Your eyes looked so soft and sad. Like he would still rejected you.

“Be waiting for you. And i wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Kirishima

- Completely taken aback. He was frozen and confused, then sad and angry. His heart was broken.

Kirishima was a man, and a good man. He kicked himself for months because he wanted to ask you out but didn’t want to ruin anything. You were just so sweet and beautiful, his heart flattered when he saw you smile.

Of course he wanted to ask you out! So, he worked up himself like izuku and made sure to be on top of his game. He would style his hair, clean up after a long day and check himself out in the mirror. He had to look best for you, like a man!

He waited until you got done with your work and headed home to ask you for a date. He was waiting for you by the door with a huge but nervous smile. His chest was filling up with butterflies,

“Y/n! Over here.” He waves you down. You looked at him and smile as you march towards him. Your regular clothes looking amazing on you, he could tell the day was rough for you but you still looked as beautiful as aways.

“Hello, good work today kiri!” Your praise made him blush harder and scratch his neck. His ego growing. “Need to teach me some of your moves.”

Okay, he needs to cool himself down. You are just too cute and pretty, he finally had you alone and ready to ask you out.

“Actually, um.” He looked at you with a wide mouth before clearing his throat. “I was going to get some food, maybe I can tell you there?”

You thought about it for a minute. You have gotten food before with him so it’s not weird. So you nod. “Sure!”

“Actually, I had something else planned.” You watch him blink, he watches you tilt your head. “I wanted to ask out on a date. Right now, to any restaurant you want of course.”

Your body tenses and hand comes to clinch your chest, looking around for the hidden camera. His smile seemed real but you knew the truth, this was a cruel prank.

“Not funny kiri.” Your voice sounded different as you got angry. You turn your head and cross your arms, “Think this is funny? What kind of a friend are you!” You shout making him sink back.

He was now frozen with his face white and smile gone. He stared at you confused and unknowing what to say.

“I’m sorry..But, what are you talking about?” You only huff at his words and puff your cheeks and chest out.

“Don’t play dumb! I know what this is,” you turn around and look for someone, “He got me! Really funny.”

Kiri stepped closer and looked to where you looked, “Y/n, it’s just you and me here.”

“Oh, so you just wanted to see for yourself what i would do? Because asking me out is so fucking funny. Well,” you hit his chest. “It’s not!”

Your words and hands feel like knives. You have never seemed so loud and broken before or yelled at him before. He wanted to tear up with you.

“I don’t think it’s funny, what are you talking about?” His hands covered the yours that rested on his chest. “Did I say something wrong?”

You tear up fully and start to cry, “I know kiri, no use of hiding it. I know this is just some stupid prank to get me to feel bad about myself and you won! Just like all the others.” You try to pull away from him but his body moves on its own and keeps you from moving.

His blood starts to rise and his teeth start to show. You think this is a prank, that he was just doing this to make you cry? And what others? Oh, this was making him pissed.

“Who did it? I’ll talk to them, that’s so unmanly! Hurting someone like that?” He leans down to you, “Let alone you…that’s the most cruel thing I have heard.”

You blink up at him, your arms struggling to pull back come to a stop. “What do you mean? You did it to.” Your voice broke and didn’t sound as angry but disappointed.

“I would never. I’m not joking y/n, I want to take you out on a date. Even more now to show you that you can be loved, like I do! Please give me a chance, you are the only person I think about!” He backs away from you and bows his head to plead.

“Let me take you out on this one date and if you don’t like it, then I can deal with it! A man has to step up. I wanna go out with you so bad!”

You stare down at him in shock at his outburst as he begs you…no one has done that before. Kiri didn’t seem like the type of guy to ever joke about this..But why would he want you?

Sighing you look away, heat coming to your cheeks. He asked you out and you just made a scene. “You mean it?”

His head shot like a dog and nodded his head quickly, “It will be the best date you ever had! I’ll even buy you dessert.” He poked out his chest with pride and now a smile to convince you.

“Fine! But if you think-” your eyes wide and throat close up as he smashes his lips onto yours. You feel yourself growing weak and unable to move.

He pulls away quickly with a blush at his cheeks, “I am serious, did that prove something?”

“P-Point proven.” He smirks at his victory and takes you by the hand to show you a wonderful night.

Tamaki

-He’s so stressed and sad, he’s confused. This one might hurt.

Tamaki gets embarrassed so easily but when he is around you something just happens to him. He’s so fluster and can’t look at you but at the same time he’s calm and needs your company. Tamaki finds himself thinking about you and your smile, how soft you look to hold. But why would you want someone like him? Someone who hides and stutters all the time.

Until he was forced to ask you out by Mirio. If he didn’t tell you then mirio would have to tell you himself. And Tamaki almost fainted on the spot. How could he face you?

So he went to your office, stuttering already and panicked. When he knocked on your door he hoped you wouldn’t be there.

“Hello,” you greet the person with a smile that only brightens when you realize it was him, “Tamaki, come in.” You open the door for him and he walks In quickly.

Your office was just like you. He loved how you made this place just as your own, it made him feel safe.

“What’s up? Need another pair of hands on a mission?” You walk back to your desk and near your gear that you needed to take off. He cleared his throat.

“N-no, actually, I have something to say.” You turn to look at his tense frame. “Oh?” Then he turned his face around and took a deep breath.

“Mirio helped me with this. Close your eyes and say what’s one your heart. Um- Okay, okay.” He whispers to himself and tightens his fists. You arch a brow and watch him curiously.

He takes a deep breath then begins to stutter and trip over his words, “W-Wanna take you out- On a date.” His voice breaks loudly. “I hope I did it right..” I wishes to himself breathy and panting.

You stare at the back of his head and place your hands on your desk..Mirio must have set him up to this. Must have felt pity for you, or to do this as a joke.

“I can’t believe you both- I’m not a bet or a joke.” He jumps out of his skin at your shouting voice. His head runs quickly at what he must have said to make you yell at him.

“This isn’t- Oh no, not how I want this to go.” He closes his eyes and shakes a bit.

“Oh? Wanted me to say yes so you guys can laugh? Or, what? Get brownie points for asking me out? Out of pity!” There you go shouting again.

Tamaki has never heard you yell like this, unless it’s a villain…is he a villain? No, he can’t be. But his ears heat up and he sinks into his clothes.

“No…I just wanted to go out with you.” He spoke louder but still hesitant in himself. He stayed still for your next words but they never come.

Only a sniffle.

You lean down on your desk and sob while trying to stay quiet. You thought that Mirio and tamaki were your friends, and would never hurt you.

He turned his head around and something twisted in his stomach to make him feel sick. Seeing you with tears rolling down your face and sink into your own skin like him, made him feel horrible.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he walked toward. You grip on the desk and let out a soft chuckle, “That’s what happens when you pull a prank on someone.”

It clicked in his brain finally that you thought he wasn’t serious. Like he just treating you less and as a joke. It was harsh to think of him like that.

“Y/n..” he walks closer to you as you stiffen the closer he got, you sob harder.

“I get it, you can tell miriro you got me.”

“Y/n.” He said clear and without a stutter, his face and body now on the side of you. “I am in love with you.” Your breath hitched and he hears it.

“You make me wanna be brave. I can’t help but get flustered and shy around you because- Well because you’re so pretty and nice. But I want to take you out..” he leans closer as you look up at him. “I want..” he trails of and glances into your eyes with matching tears curl up in his eyes.

“I want you.”

You take a deep breath and stand up straight. You feel heat raise up in your body of embarrassment, “M’sorry.” You sob again and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer.

And he’s back to being a melted mess as you hold him close. He blushes and softly wraps his arms around you and pats your back lightly. “D-Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

You chuckle and pull away from him and whip off your own tears as his hands stay on your hips. “If you don’t hate me.” You nod and sniffle one more time. He smiles,

“I Could never hate you.”

[writeriguess]

In the Quiet of His Arms // Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

author's note: I wrote this shortly after leaving Tumblr, seeking a bit of comfort, and I thought you might enjoy it too now that I'm back. <3

Katsuki Bakugo trudged into his dorm room, exhaustion settling into his muscles like cement. The day had been a nightmare—nonstop training drills, a mountain of assignments, and a particularly infuriating sparring session with Deku that had left his temper simmering. All he wanted was to collapse into bed and shut the world out for a while.

But when he opened the door, the sight that greeted him made him pause.

You were curled up on his bed, your body nestled into his pillow, your face slack with the kind of deep sleep that came only after sheer emotional or physical exhaustion. The late-afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across your face. But even in the dim light, Katsuki’s sharp eyes caught the signs of distress—tear-streaked cheeks, a faint crease between your brows, and the way your arms clutched his pillow like it was the only thing holding you together.

His chest tightened. He hadn’t seen you all day, but now it was clear why. You’d been having a rough time lately—he knew that much. Katsuki wasn’t exactly the “gentle comfort” type, but he wasn’t stupid. He saw the cracks in your usual smile, the way your shoulders sagged a little more each day, and the distant look that sometimes overtook your eyes when you thought no one was looking.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, though there was no real bite to it. He shut the door quietly, locking it with a click, and set his bag down by the desk.

For a moment, he stood there, just watching you. Part of him wanted to let you sleep—you looked like you needed it—but another part of him, the louder part, hated the idea of you going through this alone.

With a sigh, he slipped off his shoes and padded over to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you, his eyes softening further as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and gruff but gentle. "You good, or what?"

You stirred slightly, your eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his. For a moment, confusion flickered across your face before recognition set in.

"Katsuki?" your voice was groggy, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it’s me," he said, his thumb brushing your cheek lightly. "You’ve been out cold. What’s goin’ on?"

You blinked up at him, your expression guarded as you pushed yourself up slightly, propping on one elbow. "Nothing," you said quickly, your voice sharper now, trying to mask the vulnerability in your tone. "Just tired, that’s all."

"Tch." Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Don’t give me that crap. I’m not stupid. You’ve been like this for days. What the hell’s goin’ on?"

"I said it’s nothing," you shot back, averting your gaze. "Just drop it, okay?"

Katsuki’s jaw tightened. He hated how stubborn you could be—mostly because it reminded him of himself. But he also knew that pushing too hard would only make you clam up more. So he softened his tone, reaching out to take your hand in his.

"Come on," he said quietly. "Talk to me."

You hesitated, your fingers twitching in his grasp. For a moment, it looked like you might actually open up—but then you shook your head, forcing a weak smile.

"I’m fine, Katsuki. Really. It’s just been a long week."

"Bullshit," he said flatly. "You’ve been cryin’. Your face gives it away."

You froze at that, your eyes widening slightly before you quickly turned away, pulling your hand from his. "It’s not a big deal," you muttered, curling into yourself. "I can handle it."

Katsuki’s chest clenched at your words, anger bubbling up—not at you, but at whatever had made you feel like you had to carry this alone. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before lying down beside you.

"Move over," he said gruffly, slipping an arm around your waist before you could protest.

"Katsuki, what are you—"

"Shut up," he cut you off, pulling you closer so your back was pressed against his chest. His voice softened, his breath warm against your ear. "Just... let me be here, alright?"

You stiffened for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. But then his warmth seeped into you, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

"You don’t have to do this alone," Katsuki murmured, his tone uncharacteristically tender. "Whatever’s goin’ on, I don’t care how messy it is. I’m here."

His words made something in you crack. The walls you’d been holding up so carefully began to crumble, and before you knew it, tears were spilling down your cheeks again.

"Katsuki..." your voice broke, and you tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.

"Let it out," he said firmly, his hand rubbing slow circles over your stomach. "I’m not goin’ anywhere."

And so you did. You let the tears flow, your body shaking as you finally let yourself be vulnerable in a way you hadn’t in weeks. Katsuki didn’t say much—he didn’t need to. He just held you, his presence steady and unyielding, anchoring you through the storm.

When your sobs finally subsided, leaving you drained but lighter, you turned slightly to face him. His crimson eyes met yours, filled with an unwavering determination that made your heart ache.

"Sorry," you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

"Don’t be," he said immediately, his hand brushing a tear-streaked strand of hair from your face. "You don’t have to apologize for feelin’ like crap."

You hesitated, your eyes searching his. "It’s just... everything’s been so overwhelming lately. I didn’t want to bother you with it."

"Idiot," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You’re not a bother. You’re my girl. If you’re hurtin’, I wanna know. Got it?"

You nodded, your throat tightening again—but this time, it wasn’t from sadness.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you whispered, leaning into him.

"Don’t thank me," he muttered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Just don’t shut me out again. I can’t fix everything, but I’ll damn sure try."

As the two of you lay there, wrapped up in each other, the weight on your chest began to lift. Katsuki’s arms felt like a shield against the world, and for the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to believe that things would be okay.

Because with him by your side, you knew you didn’t have to face it alone.

[crownofgildedlilies]

late nights

pairing: aizawa x reader summary: Shouta really ought to expel whoever told Eri that Santa comes every night in December... wc: 3.7k event masterlist

Rarely did you ever see Shouta Aizawa after dark.

It wasn’t that he was an extrovert to begin with, you knew, but somehow it became even harder for you or Hizashi Yamada to drag your friend out to pretend to be social after he took on the caretaker role of little Eri. You were pretty sure it wasn’t healthy for someone to spend such little time with who he probably considered his best and only friends, or maybe he was drowning in responsibilities attached to teaching Class A and training Eri. 

You were honestly a little worried about him.

Or maybe you were just overly sensitive to the number of times you saw Shouta in a day because of your embarrassingly immense feelings for your fellow UA teacher.

Nights were a struggle. They were long, and cold, and lonely—they let your mind wander to unimportant things, like whether or not Shouta was joining everyone for dinner the following night to celebrate Yamada’s successful launch of a school-wide news broadcast—and you had tried every trick in the book to calm your mind enough to finally fall asleep. 

The teacher’s dormitories at UA were more like individual apartment units, with a common area furnished with couches, a television, and several computers for when you couldn’t separate yourself from your work. 

Deciding that if you were going to be awake, you might as well be productive, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and shuffled out of your unit and into the common area. Once in the hallway, you heard the faint sounds of a television playing softly in the otherwise silent night. 

Must be Vlad, you reasoned as your slippered feet padded towards the couches. He had a similar habit to you of staying up far later than he should, and the blinking 12:01 on your alarm clock you checked before retreating from bed told you that he was likely to be the only one you were going to run into. 

“Santa?” A tired, tiny voice called out through the darkness.

Eyes adjusting to the darkness and minimal light coming from the television—an old Christmas special you remember watching a few times as a child—you spotted the source of the voice. Small head peeking out from over the back of the couch, little Eri was staring at you with wide eyes. 

“I told you,” A gruff voice you’d recognize anywhere replied to the small girl before you had finished processing what you were looking at. “Santa comes one night in December. The twenty-fourth.”

Shouta.

“Not true!” Eri, as sweet a child as she was, was still only a child. Which meant she grew more whiny the more tired she got. And from the exasperated sigh Shouta let out, you realized both of them were probably very tired.

“Sorry, honey,” You cooed, moving closer towards the couch and trying to avoid looking at Shouta, who dropped his head back against the cushions at the sound of your voice. “But Mr. Aizawa is right. Santa only comes once a month.”

“But Deku’s friend said—!”

“And when I find out which of Midoriya’s friends told you Santa comes every night, I’ll have one less student on my roster.” As you rounded the couch to stand in front, you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the stressed out look on Shouta’s face, the bridge of his nose pinched between two fingers. 

“Stop it.” The command left you in a snort, and you settled gently onto the couch opposite Eri while still wrapped in your blanket. You’d known Shouta long enough to know he was just talking tough, but he’d never expel a student for anything less than their own good. “You adore those kids.”

“This is the fourth night in a row she has refused to sleep because she’s been so excited.” His voice was even as he finally turned to face you overtop Eri’s head, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. At least, more pronounced than usual. “Trust me, I don’t adore them that much.”

You snorted a laugh, and Eri giggled, though you were certain that she didn’t know what was so funny.

“Right, well, grumpy—” You sent a playfully teasing look to Shouta in an attempt to make the young girl sitting between the two of you smile. A personal goal of yours from the moment you had met her. “Eri is probably just overtired at this point. C’mere, sweet girl.”

Opening your arms, you gestured for her to climb into your lap. In the months she had been at UA, you’d spent a considerable amount of time watching over her when Shouta had classes or other business he couldn’t bring a child too, which meant you had earned her trust—something you very much valued. 

Eri let out a yawn as she settled into your arms, sitting sideways in your lap and resting her head against your chest. You could feel Shouta’s eyes watching your every movement, but you pushed aside the threat of a blush and focused on slowly rocking her from side to side. 

“Turn it off, will you?” You hummed quietly, nodding your head in the direction of the television still playing the holiday movie. When Aizawa made no move to reach for the remote, you lifted your gaze from Eri’s face to see what was holding his attention and found that he was already watching you. “Shouta?”

“Right,” He snapped out of his trance, leaning forward to snatch the remote off of the coffee table and turn the television off without further distraction. 

Silence finally settled over the room, and it only took a few minutes longer for Eri to finally fall asleep in your arms. Even still, you waited an extra moment before nodding to Shouta that you had accomplished his goal of getting her to rest despite her excitement. 

“Thank you,” He breathed, scrubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. You offered him a smile and tried to think about anything other than how warm your face felt in the dim room. “I know I shouldn’t indulge her in staying up so late, but after everything she’s been through…”

“I get what you mean,” You murmured, and with the hand that wasn’t supporting Eri’s back, you reached out and squeezed his arm. “I did a lot of the paperwork regarding Overhaul, remember?”

You had been sick to your stomach for weeks after you found out just what the young yakuza head had put the poor girl through, and you hadn’t even been part of the team that took part in the raid to rescue her. You understood what Shouta meant when he said he couldn’t bear to take the excitement she felt away.

Even if it meant she was staying up until midnight every day in December, falsely waiting for a Santa Claus that would only come once a year. 

“I should get her to bed, finally.” Shouta stood from his end of the couch, and you carefully sat up taller to transfer the slumbering girl from your arms to his. 

“Next time you can’t get her to sleep,” You start in a soft voice so as not to wake Eri, and Shouta pauses in his retreat to his rooms to turn and look at you. It takes a moment to remember what you planned to say, your focus briefly knocked off kilter by the full force of his attention. “Knock on my door so I can help.”

“Are you sure?” There was an edge of hesitation in his voice, though you could tell he didn’t like the idea of bothering you so late at night. But he was too rational to think he could do it all himself, especially with all the responsibilities he took on. 

“Of course,” Smiling as bright as you could, you tried to assure him that you were fine with possibly being woken up at midnight. But if it was to help Eri, help him, then you would suffer a few late nights. Despite his initial reluctance, you watched more of the fight leave him in the subtle sag of his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I hadn’t meant it.”

“Alright,” He agreed, adjusting Eri in her arms so that her head laid more comfortably on his shoulder. “Goodnight, then.”

“Night, Shouta.”

And if your eyes followed his retreating figure longer than what was probably polite, it was no one’s business but your own.

Despite your worrying the previous night, Shouta had shown up to Mic’s celebration dinner the following day. 

Eri had been in tow, though she had been the one tugging Shouta into the restaurant by the hand, excitedly cheering that she wanted to sit between you and Zawa. You had readily accepted Eri’s request to sit beside you, and spent the dinner fluidly entertaining the young girl and holding conversations with your friends around the table. 

And maybe it was your imagination, but you could have sworn you felt Shouta’s attention falling to the side of your face on more than one occasion in the evening. 

“You look like a little family!” Mic teased towards the end of the night, clearly having over indulged in the wine on the table. 

“You look like you’re going to need a cab home,” You had fired back, sipping the water in an attempt to cover the heat threatening to warm your face. Your comment distracted the table, earning you laughter and good natured jeers towards Mic, but Shouta remained quiet. 

And you knew you weren’t making things up when he seemed determined to look anywhere but you for the remainder of the night.

You were still throwing a pity party for yourself hours later, back on campus and in the safety of your assigned room. It was nearing midnight, your clock told you, but your eyes were far from heavy and your mind was still running wild with ideas for the next day. 

Then came the knock. 

Two knocks. 

You hated how quickly you grinned, knowing what those two knocks meant. You hadn’t expected him to use the deal you had created so soon, but you weren’t going to back out of it as you padded softly through your apartment towards the door. 

Swinging it open, you were wholly unsurprised to see a wide awake Eri cradled in Shouta’s arms, his face darkened with exhaustion. 

“Happy Christmas!” Eri cheered once she saw you, and despite the late hour and her refusal to sleep on time, you couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. So unfamiliar for her. 

“Merry Christmas, and you should be asleep by now.” You gave her a pointed look, though any reprimanding you attempted was far overshadowed by the smile on your face. Shifting your attention to Shouta, you gave yourself a moment to take in his appearance on your doorstep. Dark hair disheveled from trying to put Eri to bed, tired eyes laden with exhaustion to the point that you worried he might pass out standing. “You should be asleep, too.”

“She’s refusing, again.” He explained, shifting his attention from you briefly to glare playfully, lovingly, at Eri. The sight made your chest warm, and your smile softened from one of amusement into one of adoration. “I wouldn’t ask, but I have training with Shinsou early in the morning, and I can’t stay up with her.” 

“You don’t need to give me an explanation, Shou,” You rolled your eyes with a tease, reaching out to take Eri from him. She came easily, and though she clearly was forcing herself to stay awake, you could tell by the way her head fell to your shoulder that she only needed some gentle urging and she’d fall asleep. 

You looked back to Shouta, expecting him to be preparing to leave with Eri settled in your arms, but you found him looking at you instead. 

Eyes slightly wide, hands clenched in fists at his sides, mouth pressed into a firm line. The expression could be misconstrued for annoyance, but you knew Shouta better than that. He was watching you, holding Eri, with an expression that was entirely too familiar.

You could have sworn he was looking at you the same way you usually looked at him. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Shouta, seeming to regain his focus again, cleared his throat and dropped his stare from you. “Thank you for this.” 

“You don’t have to thank me,” You reminded him, but he only pinned you with a final look, like he was trying to chastise you for not accepting his gratitude the same way he tried chastising Eri. 

Not that it really worked on either of you. You both knew how much of a softie he really was. 

Eri shifting around in your arms brought you back to reality, and with a final glance at Shouta’s retreating figure, you closed your apartment door behind you. With a pointed look, you frowned at the young girl.

“Time for bed. Santa isn’t coming tonight.” You reminded her, and she sighed like she knew her games would only work on Shouta—not you. Like the previous night, you settled on the couch with her in your arms, rocking side to side gently. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Her tiny, tired voice replied, and though you considered that it might only be a distraction to stay up a bit later, you relented. 

“Only if I can ask you one after.” 

“Why did Zawa’s face get all red when he said I was coming here?” 

“I’m not sure,” You fight the flush threatening to climb up your own neck at her innocent words. You didn’t think that Shouta had it in him to blush, but hearing that he so obviously did—to the point where Eri noticed—was hard to comprehend. You needed to change the topic. “My turn. Which of Deku’s friends told you about Santa coming each night?”

“The lightning one.” She replied through a yawn, rubbing at her eyes. 

Denki Kaminari. 

“Ah,” Your lips curved up into a grin. If you had guessed, you probably would have thought it was him. “For his sake, don’t tell Mr. Aizawa that.”

“Okay.” Eri smiled sleepily before snuggling into your shoulder. You knew you needed to get her into the spare bed she was taking over for the evening, but you were enjoying her sweet company. “I like spending time with you. And Mr. Mic told Zawa he’s not as grumpy when you’re around. I think so too.”

Suddenly, any attempt you were making to not freak out over what the sweet girl was saying became nearly impossible. You just hoped she wouldn’t go back to Shouta and tell him how red your face had gotten.

“I like spending time with you, too.” You decided on answering with, hoping that it was enough to settle her curiosity.

You’d have to yell at Yamada for putting ideas in Eri’s head later. 

And Denki Kaminari, too. 

After a week of Eri staying up far too late, you and Shouta decided you needed to put a stop to it. The sweet girl had been so tired even Mirio had mentioned that she seemed grumpy and out of character. Eri needed to go to sleep at a reasonable time and in her own bed. 

Which brought you to your current predicament—trying to convince yourself that your heart wasn’t going to beat out of your chest as you sat on the edge of Eri’s bed and twisted to face her, Shouta standing directly behind you. 

Mic had teased you and Shouta about playing house on more than one occasion. If he had seen you then, both tucking Eri into bed, you wouldn’t be able to convince him that you weren’t. 

“Santa only visits good girls who go to bed on time. Do you want me to tell him you haven’t been listening?” Shouta tries to use ration against Eri, and if it weren’t for the look of horror on the young girl’s face, you would have laughed. Instead, you jammed your elbow back and into the muscle of his thigh in reprimand.

“I’ll be good! I’ll go to sleep!” Eri hurries to clamber under the covers, and while she’s distracted, you shoot a glare over your shoulder at Shouta. 

You nearly do a double take when you find him grinning down at you, arms crossed and clearly amused at the situation. 

“Remember what we talked about, Eri.” You try to hide your grin at Shouta’s teasing by turning back to the child you’re supposed to be tucking into bed. Adorably, she has the covers pulled up to her nose and her eyes screwed shut so tight her face is scrunched up. “Santa comes once a year, and only when you’re asleep.”

She keeps her eyes shut, and nods stiffly. 

“Good girl,” Shouta hums, clearly satisfied that she isn’t refusing to even get in bed like she had for the entire month so far. “Now, sleep.”

She nods again, and you press a palm over your mouth to keep from laughing. You stand as gently as you can before slipping out of the room silently. 

Suddenly, you’re standing in front of Shouta as he closes the door soundlessly. You’re too close, or maybe not close enough, in the cramped hallway with only a few inches separating you. It’s a little exhilarating, having to tilt your head to look up at him while he studies you just as closely. 

You think, distantly, that you’d like to kiss him. 

“Stay for a drink?” He murmurs, and you’re not sure if it’s to keep Eri from overhearing or to not burst the quiet bubble surrounding the two of you, but you’re positive that you don’t care either way as long as he keeps looking at you as intensely as he currently was. 

“Yeah, okay.” You agree, hating how you sound a little breathless. 

It’s not your first time being alone with Shouta, but in all the years you’ve known him, it’s never felt so intimate before. Maybe it was because it was the evening, or that you had worked as a team to tuck Eri into bed, but something had shifted between the two of you.

Something had been shifting. 

You followed him into the kitchen where you climbed onto one of the stools sitting at the island counter. It was silent as he opened the fridge to pull out two beers, and it was still silent as he opened one of the cans and handed it to you. 

“Thank you for this.” His words carried through the kitchen as he settled onto the stool beside you, and you knew he meant more than just staying for the drinks. 

You twisted on the stool to face him, your knees pressing into his thigh and head propped on your fist. He didn’t turn to face you, but you could tell he felt the weight of your stare in the way he held his can between his hands, how he pushed his thigh back against your knees in both acknowledgement and acceptance of their presence. 

“You take care of so many, Shouta. Who takes care of you?”

You hadn’t meant to ask that question. Not really. But it had always been on your mind. He gave his all to those around him; Yamada, his students, Eri. 

He took care of you, too. Offering to stay late to help you grade or plan, helping brainstorm ways to push your students to the absolute maximum of what they were capable of. 

“I guess I’ve never thought about that.” He answered over a sip of his beer, and the honesty in his voice nearly cracked your heart open. 

You wanted to take care of him.

“Shouta,” The call of his name finally earned you the prize of his attention, and you didn’t hesitate as you leaned forward to press your lips against his gently. 

At first, it was only a desperate need for him to know how much you cared for him that had you acting. Kissing him was the only logical conclusion to those feelings, a final attempt to show him how much he meant to you without tripping over the words you had never been able to force out. But when you felt Shouta kiss you back? When you felt the fervent press of his lips just as urgent against yours?

His hand, cold from the can he had been clutching so carefully a second before, curved to the side of your neck with his thumb notching just under the side of your jaw. A possessive touch, and one you absolutely could get used to. Leaning even further into him, you set a hand on his leg to balance yourself between the two stools. 

But somewhere between Shouta pulling you even closer by the hand on your neck and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, you managed to hear tiny, sock-clad feet pad into the room. 

“I thought I heard bells!” 

You shot away from Shouta like he electrocuted you, one hand shoving at his chest to separate the both of you despite the act being seemingly impossible only seconds before. Your chest rose and fell quickly, out of breath from both the shock of seeing Eri standing in the kitchen and what had just transpired with Shouta. 

“What did I say about getting out of bed?” Despite having been shoved from his stool, Shouta himself seemed relatively relaxed about the whole situation, and for the first time, you cursed his rational head. 

Except, in the dim lighting, you managed to spot the faint blush creeping up his neck. 

“No Santa!” Eri gasped, hands slapping over her mouth like she was in shock she had forgotten before she turned and ran back down the hallway towards her bedroom. 

Shouta shook his head in amusement, then turned towards you, a determined look in his eyes that almost made you shiver. 

“I’ll put her back down.” He promised. “Then we can talk.”

About the kiss. You flushed brightly just thinking about it, and you watched as the hint of a smile twitched in the corner of his lips. 

“I’d like that.” You murmured sincerely, and with a final glance to make sure you weren’t running off, he followed Eri down the hall at a much more relaxed pace. 

You pressed the tips of your fingers against your lips, still tingling even with Shouta in a different room. And for a moment, you considered that maybe Kaminari was right, after all. 

Maybe Santa came more than one night a year.

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, size-difference

gn reader – fem clothing (lingerie: panties, bralette) & fem labels (trophy wife)

Thinking about businessman yandere coming home to you after a long day of work...

He's so tired, so frayed, so static – nearly shaking with frustration and annoyance once he comes through the door, only one sweet thing on his weary mind, his hands shaking with the need to touch, to hold, to hug you tight and fuck you good.

He’ll be extra grabby with you, extra brutish, manhandling your ample body, taking handfuls of each asscheek and pinching them like putty, squeezing you like you're his own personal stress ball.

He’ll forget to be gentle, forgetting his strength as he pulls you to him, wrapping your legs around his torso with zero words coming from the grim line that makes up his lips – almost like he’s forgotten how to communicate with words – like he doesn't have time to spare.

He'll bear down on you, trapping your little body beneath him, drowning you in the scent of cigars, bourbon, sweat, and cologne as his chin-stubble grates your fine skin as he cuddles your chest with sloppy kisses and hefty groans

And you'll let him – the fine trophy wife you are – lying still like a doll with a pitter-patter in your chest at the feel of his hands stirring, fiddling with the thin lace of your panties, hooking his ringed fingers around the band – before tearing yet another pair of the expensive lingerie. Your bralette, too.

He’ll kiss a trail of hungry bites up your chest, nipping at your collar, licking up your neck, biting your earlobe, hands throwing the tattered pieces of lace onto the floor, left to roam your perfect body freely, finding your nipples as he humps his clothed bulge against your naked sex – wrestling his belt off with impatient groans, still in his suit while he sheathes himself inside you – moaning with fervor when he's all bottomed out – swallowed down to the hilt in that wet tightness welcoming him home.

BNHA – Bakugou, Overhaul, Aizawa, Enji, Deku, Shoto, Shinso, Dabi

JJK – Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Higuruma, Naoya

AOT – Levi, Erwin, Zeke

DS – Muzan, Sanemi

HxH – Chrollo, Leorio

[cathnospam]

Canon!Katsuki Bakugo does NOT get drunk.

“You’re drunk.”

“‘M not!”

A trip to a bar to catch up with Sero, Denki, Kiri and Deku left you both in an uber and Bakugo’s face red, rowdy, and —-

“I’M NOT FUCKING DRUNK I HAD 3 SHOTS AND I AM NOT A LIGHTWEIGHT!”

You nod reluctantly, he’s as stubborn as a mule and even in his intoxicated state he will not back down from arguing.

Oddly though he never stumbles, his words aren’t slurred, and he is coherent enough to point out his apartment.

“Put me down?!”

And strong enough to carry you around the car.

You lightly tap his broad shoulders that you were now thrown over, you hiss as the painful sting of his warmed up hand swats the lower part of your ass. “Keep squirming. I like it.”

That voice was all too familiar. That raspy voice, deeper than usual.

It was so familiar that you knew he would throw you onto his soft huge bed, licking and nipping your breast all while creeping his hands up your dress his 2 finger tips lightly clawing at your clothed clit, until he draws tight fast circles on it.

“Kat—-wait. I can’t…we can’t have sex if you’re drunk.”

His eye twitches as he scoffs by your neck, “If you aren’t in the mood then just say that, but don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not lying??!! You aren’t sober!”

“I’m consenting to letting me fuck you.” His breath brushes against your lips, he steals a kiss before sitting back on his knees to watch your next move.

You squint you eyes, lips pressed together to prevent biting them after he said that in a way that made you nearly clench, “You know we both don’t have sex if the other won’t remember—“

“Believe me your pussy isn’t forgettable—“

“Can you PLEASE—“ You sigh, “ I just…don’t want to do it if—“

Bakugo kisses you again, but slower, sliding his hot tongue in your mouth before holding the back of your head. He stared into your eyes with a relaxed face, but furrowed brows as if he was focused on something.

You’re actually too good to him. Any other woman wouldn’t have cared and just let him, but you. You didn’t want to.

It’s one of the many reasons why he married you and trusts you with his life the same way you do with yours.

“Fine.” He grumbles, getting off the bed and stripping down to his underwear, “If you think I’m anything less than sober then we’ll sleep.”

You nod, despite him mumbling and grumbling he was far from angry, he held you close, trying a few more times before dosing off the HARD problem he had in his boxers against your ass, but he wasn’t upset.

…

“Mmm…” You moan yourself awake, feeling a tight knot in your lower belly, a familiar sensation all too well but it was just too much. Your breaths were ragged and since you just woke up you were 2 times more sensitive than you usually were and he knew that.

“Told you…” All you can see is his unkept dirty blonde hair shaking side to side in between your thighs, and panties bunched in his closed fist, “I wasn’t fucking drunk I wanted you.”

You couldn’t even argue back his wet lips wrapped around your clit for a harsh suckle, crying out your hands immediately thrown over his hair, “Ka—-“

You changed his name repeatedly as if that were the only word in your vocabulary, the feel of his mouth not missing an inch of your pussy, he began to tongue fuck you while rubbing your clit. He wanted to feel you cum this time while you were awake.

Bakugo groaned inside you, feeling your slit grind slowly against his mouth while you ride out your orgasm, he reached his free hand with yours to hold it and watch you cum undone.

“You’re so pretty.”

“You…”

“I told you.” He mumbles against your lips, making you taste yourself, his kisses distract you as he pulls his own dick out from his sweats and slowly squeeze himself inside you, making you break the kiss with a broken moan.

“I don’t get drunk, and everything I said last night I said it completely sober.”

[silveryshards]

Routine Rescue

NSFW! Gender neutral reader. Omegaverse. Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!reader. Splash of KiriBaku/KiriBaku crumbs (dom!Bakugo x sub!Kirishima). All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: omegaverse, omegaverse anatomy (pheromones, knots, channels, slick, fangs/canines, scent glands), m x m handjob, knots, light praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use a condom!!), biting, slight blood, mating bite, light choking (no breath play), begging, more praise, fingering, workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, swallowing (implied), finger fucking throat, gagging/choking, exhibitionist, and the observers don’t really…consent.

Word Count: 4,546 ish words

A/N: I’m open to continuing this if people want more; I have ideas for rut/heat. Maybe adding in KiriBaku x reader. Etc!

#silveryshards wasn’t used yet so I’m claiming it!

Everyone knew Katsuki Bakugo was an alpha - how could he not be an alpha? He was a hero, damn it. Not like that damn Deku, who only became an alpha after getting OFA.

For the longest time, he insisted having an omega was beneath him. He didn’t need one, he’d brag, cocky as ever with his signature smirk.

“I’m so great I can just spend my ruts alone. I don’t need some dumb omega’s slick channel.” Kirishima, also an alpha, had laughed and told him that he was really missing out.

“I don’t need sex.” Bakugo had insisted for the umpteenth time. It was a distraction. It could lead to romance, especially in a world where mating for life was, well, a thing. 

One rut too intense and an omega who smelled too sweet? He’d be fucking stuck with one accidental bite. Nah, fuck that. He was fine solo.

At least, that’s what the pro insisted. From the time he presented in middle school right up until he met you at 25, that is. Dynamight, the #4 pro hero on Japan’s charts.

It was a routine save. He’d heard the semi careening out of control, the driver laying on the horn in warning. He blasted over, his speed after his quirk awakening making him almost as fast as Hawks once was.

And there you were, collapsed in the crosswalk, fear plastered on your pretty face. Wait - pretty face? No. That wasn’t right.

Tch. Get ahold of yourself, dumbass, this is a rescue. Save the dumbass and move on. Bakugo thought to himself.

He aimed himself just right and swooped in to gather you up. The whole thing took him only a handful of seconds. One, you were staring down a semi ready to flatten you. The next, in the arms of a smirking pro with spiky blonde hair and mask rimmed ruby eyes.

“Watch yourself next time, extra. Don’t just lay there and take it,” he shouted over the wind as he flew you to the nearby hospital for eval. Though, they look like they’d be good at lying there and taking it.

He shook his head, trying to clear that thought away. He wasn’t a knot head. Hell, even in a rut he could rescue omegas and control himself.

But something about you. The shine of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes that appeared after the fear left them when you knew you were safe in his arms. It was different. You were different.

He landed easily on the sidewalk in front of the hospital. Your hair was wild snarls from the wind, and you anxiously tried to tame it, to no avail. He snorted, “Tch, don’t bother.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and realized, hey, at least I’m alive; so, you stilled your hands. The pro set you down and hovered his hands at your waist, ruby eyes scanning for vertigo.

As you stood on your own two feet, you took a shaky, deep breath. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding it. The strong scent of smoky, spicy cinnamon and alpha musk flooded your senses and made you feel dizzy. Your omega perked up.

You saw on his neck there weren’t any scent blocking patches - no mate bite either. You covered your nose, not wanting to be rude but needing to not inhale that scent anymore because oh my god he smelled perfect.

Dynamight smirked again, tilting his chin up and looking at you down his nose. “Can’t handle my scent, little omega?”

You shook your head, gasping. He chuckled, but took out scent blocking patches and applied them nonetheless.

You sucked in greedy breaths to clear your head. As you did, he caught whiff of your scent. Warm vanilla and omega sweetness. It wasn’t anything special, he insisted. Just vanilla.

And yet, his fangs ached, his cock stirred, and his alpha was perking up. What the fuck?! You were just some random extra he saved. A job.

You quietly thanked him and headed in, suddenly shy in the presence of the intimidating pro hero alpha. He watched you take one step, then two, and when it was about to be three his body moved on its own.

“Wait.” He growled it. He was by your side and shoving his business card in your hand before you could turn around. Your hand was warm, even through his gloves, and he swore it made his skin tingle.

“My card.” His voice was deeper, gruff. When you looked up at him with confusion he growled and rolled his eyes. “Tch, so you can call me, dumbass.”

Before you could say anything more, he had taken a few running steps away from you and blasted back into the sky; leaving you dumbfounded.

The fuck, the fuck, the fuck?! His thoughts were racing. His heart pounding. His ears ringing. His cock…hard?! All over one, dumbass, random omega?! He growled as he returned to his patrol route.

The rest of his patrol was mostly uneventful and when Red Riot fell into step with him in the last hour, his best friend could tell he was especially…sour.

When the red head nudged him, the blonde only growled in response. It took the entire rest of patrol for the insistent shitty haired bastard to pry it out of him.

“I rescued some dumbass omega today and they smelled good, okay?!” he finally exploded when they were back safely at Dynamight’s agency.

“Whoaaaa,” the big himbo practically whistled, “Bakugo ‘I will never need an omega’ Katsuki smelled an omega he liked?!”

“Fuck off,” the blonde growled back. Of course, Kirishima was not physically capable of letting things be, so he grinned, those damn shark teeth glinting.

“Nah, man, cm’on. Lying isn’t manly. Neither is denying your instincts! It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to an omega, ya know?”

Bakugo gritted his teeth as he shucked his costume and went to the showers.

“Awww, cm’on Bakugo! Talk to meeeee!” the red head pleaded, his crimson eyes extra round and wide in that dumb puppy look he always gave him.

“Don’t need some shitty omega, no matter how good they smell,” Bakugo growled again. “So what if they’re the first one that’s ever smelled appealing.”

Kirishima had followed him into the showers, standing an easy head taller and half a person wider than Bakugo. Red had really shot up their 3rd year, and at 25, he was huge now.

All muscles and a few faint scars. Bakugo had often wondered if he didn’t like omegas because he liked alphas, because…damn Kirishima did look good.

But, no. He’d offered and they’d tried once after graduation. It didn’t go…horribly, but they agreed it just wasn’t for them long term. Kirishima had been sheepish and admitted he liked sex with omegas too much, no matter how perfectly manly Bakugo was.

And that was that. Sometimes they masturbated together or jacked each other off because, well, why not? But, nothing more. Bakugo never complained about seeing that monster Kirishima hid in his pants hard and in action either.

“Wait, wait.” Kirishima’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “No other omegas in 11 years have ever smelled good to you? Not one?”

“Nope.” Bakugo went through the motions of washing himself, soap running down the planes of his muscles, already thinking he needed to shut the redhead up. “Hurry up and shower, Red, you’re stinking up my agency.”

Kirishima laughed and started to shower as well. The running water the only sound that hung between them for a bit. But when Red started up again, “Seriously none—”

Bakugo had had enough. He walked up behind Kirishima with soapy hands and wrapped his hand around the base of his soft cock, running the pad of his thumb over the head.

“Whoa, bro! Didn’t know we were doing that today.” Eijiro chuckled, but relaxed. Bakugo just growled in response and smirked as the monster twitched to life in his hand, so thick he could barely close it.

With practiced ease he ran his hand up and down Kirishima’s hard length, rubbing the head with his thumb every other pass, just like the red head liked. The other alpha let out a guttural groan and leaned his forehead against the shower wall.

“Fuck, Kats, yeah. Like that, man,” he breathed. The blonde smirked and kept going, his right hand coming around to cup Ei’s heavy balls, massaging them just right. His cock twitched and throbbed. “Ah! Mmmmfff...”

It didn’t take long — not that Kirishima couldn’t last, he just didn’t need to. He didn’t have anything to prove to Bakugo. “K-Kats I’m gonna-I’m gonna pop a knot,” the red head gasped out.

“Pleasepleaseplease let me cum,” he begged. Bakugo grinned and abandoned Ei’s balls in favor of circling his hand around the huge knot at the base of his cock. His hand hardly fit around half of it.

“You wanna cum, Ei?” Bakugo asked softly.

“Mhmm, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” the other alpha whimpered.

Bakugo smirked, squeezed with the perfect pressure around his knot and whispered to Eijiro: “Then be a good boy and cum for me.”

The bigger alpha let out a strangled moan as he painted the shower wall with an insane amount of thick, white alpha cum. “Fuck, I’m a good boy!”

After his best friend was reduced to a whimpering mess, they cleaned up together and got dinner. Once they ate and they were watching TV on their shared couch, Ei looked at him.

“Don’t think the handjob made me forget our conversation,” he said, his voice a little flat in a way that told Bakugo a repeat distraction wasn’t welcome and they were talking about this. Damn it. the blonde thought.

“Fine,” Bakugo huffed, “No. No other omega before this shitty one has ever smelled good. Others…don’t smell bad. They just don’t smell… I dunno. When you talk about it, I’ve never smelled anyone that makes me feel that way.”

“You mean how I’ve said they smell sweet? How they make your alpha want to mark them, claim them, mate them? How their smell can make you hard?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Yes, Shitty Hair. Like that. I smelled them and they smelled…good. And my damn dick got hard. And my shitty fangs tingled. And my dumbass alpha decided to show himself outside of rut.”

Kirishima pursed his full lips. “Did…did you touch them at any point?”

“Of course I did, dumbass, I saved them from a semi!”

“And? Did touching them feel…tingly?” Crimson red eyes were zeroed in his face now, observing carefully.

“Not…not until after I smelled them. When I handed them my business card, it tingled through my glove.”

Kirishima gasped and jumped up, thudding on the floor as he did so. “Dude!”

“Jesus, Shitty Hair, what is it?!” Bakugo growled.

“I think you found your mate!” Kirishima said with an excited, dumb look on his face.

“I don’t want to mate them,” Bakugo protested.

“No, not like that. Your true mate man!” Kirishima insisted, so excited.

“Don’t believe in those fairy tales,” Bakugo growled.

The two alphas argued back and forth for a while, but Bakugo still refused to believe what Kirishima insisted was the truth.

When you called a few days later, though, and he heard your voice through his office phone; the blonde’s heart raced. He asked you to dinner.

And so, you had dinner with the pro. He was…uncharacteristically awkward to start. He avoided touching you and couldn’t hold a conversation.

But as the night wore on, he warmed to you. Despite scent blockers he could still smell you and you him. By the end of the night, he’d invited you home and could barely keep his hand off your thigh in his Porsche.

You shifted in the passenger seat, nibbling your lip. That smoky, spiced cinnamon scent of his was only stronger in the car and made you even dizzier. His strong hand on your thigh felt like a live wire.

Bakugo ground his teeth as he drove, his fangs aching, his hand squeezed tighter on your thigh. He wanted you. Right now. He needed his pretty omega on his cock begging to be knotted.

His scent spiked and you got dizzier. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down. You tried not to slick up in his fancy car. You would be mortified. But as he squeezed the second time and he growled low in his throat, your omega yielded to your alpha.

Worry for the fancy seats was gone, showing your alpha you wanted him was priority. When the sweet smell of slick hit his nose, Bakugo pressed his foot harder on the gas. He’d already texted Kirishima and told him to make himself scarce. His hand gripped you harder and he growled again.

“Omega,” he growled, his voice so low it was almost all growl. “I need to know if I can fuck you when we get to my apartment, because by the time we get there I won’t be able to think.”

“Please,” you whimpered. His hand gripped you impossibly harder, it felt like it would bruise, you liked that idea, though. Your alpha’s handprint on your thigh.

He inhaled deeply and glanced at you for a second, his ruby eyes had their pupils blown wide in desire. You saw a prominent bulge in his dress pants. It throbbed under your curious gaze.

“And,” he inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Mating. My alpha is having a very strong reaction to you. But I won’t mate you without consent. I don’t want to ask when you’re in the throes. I need levelheaded consent.”

You jumped a little. Mating?! He did smell really good and your omega had been preening about how he was the world’s most perfect alpha…but…mating?

“Are…are you sure?” you asked cautiously.

Another low growl. You shook and couldn’t help the slick that now dripped from you. He sounded near feral.

“More than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. You’re mine,” he barely growled it out. You wondered if he was about to fall into a feral rut or something.

You could do worse in a mate than a top 5 rich hero. And god, he was gorgeous.

The red dress shirt he’d worn clung to his muscles in a delicious way. You saw the full outline of his strong pecs and a whisper of his abs through the fabric. His full lips were pressed together now but usually sat in scowl you wanted to kiss away.

Those ruby red eyes made your heart skip a beat with their intensity and his pale blonde hair spiked just right. Yeah, you could do much worse than this alpha.

“Yes.” It was barely a whisper, but his hand tightened further on your thigh, and he let out a sharp breath from his nose.

The trip from the car to the penthouse then to his bedroom were a blur of his hands on your hips and waist and his lips on yours. It felt like he was going to eat you.

God, would he, please?

His lips tasted better than he smelled. You needed more.

He had tossed you on the bed as if you weighed nothing. You hadn’t even stopped bouncing before he’d ripped his shirt off, buttons flying, and prowled on top of you.

You finally let yourself focus inwards and felt the ache that came with slicking up. You’d ignored it in the car, wanting to try and stay in some level of control. But now, under your alpha, you wanted to feel everything.

Above you, Bakugo was barely hanging on. His hands fisted the sheets next to your head and his breathing was labored. Sharp, alpha canines glinted in the dim light of his bedroom as his lips pulled back. His ruby eyes were zeroed in on the blank space on your neck where he would place his bite.

Mine. Claim. Omega. Mate. Mate! Mate! Bakugo’s alpha roared inside. It was the most the damn thing had ever said outside of his rut. But he couldn’t help but agree. Your skin was silky smooth and begging for his mark.

When you tilted your neck submissively under his gaze, he growled in a pleased way. “Good, omega.” His hot lips captured yours again in a frenzied kiss.

It was a flurry of lips and tongue, a few clicks of gnashing canines together as you both tried desperately to swallow each other. Your heart raced. Your lips tingled. Your whole body was buzzing with arousal.

A puddle of slick was forming beneath you and your needy hole ached to be filled with his cock. His knot. Fuck, oh god, your alpha’s knot. You moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away, a smirk dancing on his lips along with the string of saliva that connected you.

“Like something, sweet omega?”

You nodded. “Just excited, Bakugo.”

“About what, sweet thing?” he asked, trailing calloused fingers across your jaw and down the column of your throat.

Those hands. So big. Could easily circle your throat.

You moaned and ached further as he gently wrapped his strong fingers around the shape of your neck as if he had read your mind.

“Such a pretty neck, begging for my mark,�� he murmured, trailing kisses in the tingly wake of his fingers on your jaw.

“You,” you answered. “I-I want your knot, Katsuki.”

The hand around your throat twitched, threatening to squeeze, a feral sounding growl rumbled from deep within his chest, and he pressed his hips to yours, the evidence of his desire hard against you. So hard. So big.

Bakugo’s alpha was near feral as you asked for his knot. He barely held back from choking you beautifully and sinking his teeth into your pretty skin. Instead, he rolled his hard, throbbing cock against you and captured your lips in another hungry kiss.

You whimpered into his mouth, ready to do anything he asked so long as he fucked you soon. He swallowed your whimpers like they were candy and growled, wanting more sweet sounds.

“Want to hear every little sweet sound my omega makes for me,” he growled lustfully. His right hand moved down your body from your throat to your hip and pulled you against him as he continued to grind his aching cock against you. Each roll of his hips made his abs flex. God, you wanted to lick them.

“Yes, alpha.”

His hot lips burned a trail down the column of your neck, teeth nipping and tongue darting out to lick. You tilted your head beautifully for him. Bakugo hummed out a pleased growl. You felt elated, you were pleasing your alpha.

You moaned, whimpered, and whined near simultaneously as his canines dragged against the skin over your scent gland. His breath was scorching as it washed over the sensitive skin there. You were gasping.

“Please,” you begged.

Bakugo couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He dove forward and sunk his canines into the delicate skin of your throat around your scent gland. His sharp alpha fangs easily broke the skin and let him taste your delicious blood.

He growled as he lapped at the mating mark, the bond starting to form and settle into place. Each of his touches on your skin no longer felt like a live wire but like heaven, euphoric. You moaned, so loudly, and your body shook beneath him as he marked you, claimed you as his mate.

Pleasure blossomed everywhere and everything felt extra sensitive. You didn’t notice him ripping your clothes away. You hardly heard his belt or the zipper for his pants. The euphoria of the mating bond kept you floating until he spoke again.

“Omega. Come back. Come back to me, baby. I want you here when I take you,” Bakugo coaxed, his voice was now an adoring, deep purr.

Your eyes slowly focused on his flushed face. His red eyes were still blown, but now there was a measure of control since he had marked you, his alpha less feral. You licked your lips.

Bakugo grabbed your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to tease your hole with the head of his cock. You gasped at its size and started to speak, but he gently shushed you with his lips.

Long, calloused fingers teased at your hole. He groaned at how slick you were for him, murmuring about how “perfect” his omega was for him. The first finger slid inside and you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “you are so tight, baby. You’re going to feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock.”

You moaned in response. He started to thrust his finger in and out. He didn’t break his rhythm as he added a second, stretching you blissfully. But then he curled his fingers and beckoned you to “come here” and you did.

Your back arched and you screamed out his name as he rubbed that spot inside you perfectly and unraveled every ounce of pleasure within you. Your legs tightened around his waist as you came undone for him.

Bakugo grinned and worked you through your orgasm, adding a third and fourth finger while your hole clenched him in pleasure. By the time you were done gasping for breath, he had lined the head of his thick cock up with your dripping hole.

“Mine,” he growled. With one fluid thrust, he sank into you, all the way to the base. He bit his lip and groaned loudly, his head thrown back in pleasure.

“FUCK!”

“Fuck.” He shook above you, your hole so tight, wet, and hot around him. Perfect. So much better than his hand. So much better than any toy. How could he have ever thought he was better off without an omega? Better off without you?

“Fuck,” he repeated. “Ei was right. This is fucking good. So.”

He withdrew his hips and slammed back in.

“Fucking.”

Another hard thrust.

“Perfect.”

Your eyes were rolled back and your moans were screamed as he fucked you, the head of his cock perfectly hitting that pleasure center inside you with each thrust. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he fucked you for everything he was worth.

Your alpha was perfect. He made you cum twice more before his knot started to catch on your entrance. By then, you were nothing but a moaning, shuddering blissed out omega.

“Gonna knot you, sweet thing. You want your alpha’s knot?” he grunted.

You nodded, whining out a “yes”. With one last powerful thrust, his knot popped in. It swelled to its full size, stretching you almost painfully, and Bakugo roared in pleasure as his cock spurted rope after rope of cum into you. It was hot and you felt every twitch of your alpha’s cock.

After you mated, it turned out you were the type of omega who needed to be with their alpha and scent them as much as possible while the bond settled. Bakugo brought you to work and held you in his lap as he did paperwork and other work “bullshit”.

There were many times when he would grin and sweetly ask you to ride him slowly while he worked to help “motivate” him. You lived to please your alpha and always obliged. There wasn’t a workday where you didn’t end up riding him or on your knees under his desk, his cock down your throat.

One day he had a meeting with other pros to discuss an upcoming mission. You quietly sat in his lap, straddling him, nuzzling against his scent gland for comfort. You felt his cock start to harden under your ass and as always, your needy hole slicked up for him.

Bakugo bent to your ear and whispered quietly, “Naughty little thing I mated. Don’t worry baby. Alpha will take care of you.” He sat back up and resumed conducting the meeting.

He had removed his gloves for this meeting and brought two fingers to your lips. He mouthed, “suck” at you and you opened your mouth for his fingers. He roughly forced them inside the warmth.

You sucked well, the sweetness of his nitro-sweat dancing on your tongue. He thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth like he would his cock. The other heroes pretended not to notice.

Bakugo sped up his fingers and pushed them deeper into your throat, making you gag and choke audibly. The heroes took notice of that, but he kept talking like he wasn’t fucking your throat with his fingers.

One hero finally cleared his throat and said, “Uh, Dynamight…can we talk about this without… that going on?”

Bakugo glanced at him, unfazed. “What? Do you have a problem with my omega sitting on my lap? With me having some fun with them? Because I don’t care what you think, I’m going to do what I want. Just listen to me and try not to get distracted by the pretty little thing choking on my fingers."

He kept finger fucking your throat for a while, you drooled around his fingers but tried to keep your choking quiet. You loved being used by your alpha.

Finally, his hand snuck into your waistband.

One finger gently poked at your dripping hole, experimentally. It slowly sunk in and you buried your face in your alpha’s chest to stay quiet. The second finger followed the first and when he curled them like he always did, you couldn’t help but moan softly.

Bakugo continued to talk and direct the meeting with ease, never faltering. He also kept up a perfect pace finger fucking you, a third finger making it impossible for you to not whimper and moan in pleasure.

A few of the other heroes present made displeased faces at your sounds. Bakugo noticed, your face was buried in his chest, so you didn’t see, and your alpha grinned, letting out a hearty laugh.

“What did I say? Focus on me, my words. This pretty little thing is mine. I know they’re being a little noisy, but the poor thing can’t help it. Do your best and ignore them.”

Bakugo sped his fingers up further and you bit your lip and tried to keep your moans in. But he was hitting that perfect spot inside you each time and you felt yourself starting to fall apart. You gently tapped his chest and looked up with pleading eyes.

He smirked, “Go ahead, do it.”

You pleaded with your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet while orgasming. Your heart pounded with desire and anxiety.

Bakugo leaned forward again and growled in your ear, “Be a good little omega and cum when alpha says so. Do it, right now. Cum all over my fingers in my lap in front of them.”

You couldn’t help but let out a muffled scream as you clamped down on his fingers and came, hard. Bakugo grinned and let out a pleased growl, sitting back and finger fucking you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Perfect little omega,” Bakugo cooed, kissing your forehead as you shook and came down from the heavens. “I can’t believe I ever thought I was better off without you.”

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