I Can't Stop Thinking About Huge Cock Husband! Katsuki HELP MEEE

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Original by @diz_korall_DB

OPPOSITE ATTRACT (SECRETLY OF COURSE)

synopsis — you and bakugo’s personality are the total opposite and no one would expect you guys to ever be friends until…

word count — 1.1k

a/n — BAKUGO IS SO FINE LIKE I WAS DYING WRITING THIS. I LOVE HIM SM LIKECJEJFJJS. anyways

The common room of Class 1-A was filled with energy, as it often was after a long day of classes. The girls had claimed one corner of the room, lounging on the couches and chatting away as they were talking about boys and their types.

“I think Kirishima is cute,” Mina mused, swinging her legs over the couch armrest. “He’s got that golden retriever personality, you know?”

“He’s definitely charming,” Hagakure giggled.

Ochacco tilted her head. “What about you y/n? Any crushes?”

y/n, the kind-hearted sweetheart of the class, smiled softly. “I don’t really know.. I guess I like someone strong but caring deep down.”

Asui blinked. “Ribbit. That’s a pretty broad answer.”

Before y/n could elaborate, the boy’s voices echoed from the other side of the living room. They were being their usual loud selves, Kirishima, Kaminari, Tokoyami, and of course, Bakugo.

Kirishima heard the girl’s conversation before suddenly turned to Bakugo with a sly grin. “Hey, Bakugo, what’s your type?”

The room fell silent. Everyone knew Bakugo was not the type to entertain such conversations, which is exactly who Kirishima had asked, just to get a rise out of him.

“Oi! What kinda dumbass question is that!?” Bakugo’s voice immediately exploded through the air.

Kaminari snickered. “C’mon, man, we’re just curious.”

“Tch. As if I’d waste my time thinking about crap like that,” Bakugo scoffed, folding his arms, His face had taken on the slightest tinge of red, but he masked it with an aggressive scowl.

From the girls’ corner, y/n giggled. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. Bakugo’s annoyed reactions was just too funny.

That did not go unnoticed. Bakugo’s crimson eyes snapped to her, narrowing suspiciously.

“The hell are you laughing at?” he growled.

y/n shocked her head, still smiling. “Nothing, nothing!”

But the damage had already been done. Mina and Kirishima immediately locked eyes with each other, their expressions screaming, suspicious.

-

Later that night, Mina and Kirishima crouched behind the corner of the hallway, whispering excitedly.

“Okay, tell me you saw that,” Mina said. “y/n laughed at Bakugo’s reaction. That’s weird.”

Kirishima grinned. “And Bakugo actually reacted to her. That’s even weirder.”

They had been low-key theorizing about Bakugo and y/n for weeks. Sure, they never interacted much in public, but there was something off about how Bakugo didn’t seem to direct his usual rage at y/n. And that giggle? That was their confirmation.

So, when they saw y/n quietly slipping out of her dorm room and tiptoeing toward Bakugo’s, they had to investigate.

“Okay, let’s wait a few minutes, then bam! We barge in,” Mina whispered.

Kirishima nodded. “If we die, it was an honor.”

Mina smirked. “We’re heroes in training, we’ll be fine.”

-

The Class 1-A dorms had settled into a quiet hum for the night. Most of the students were relaxing in their rooms, some playing games, other studying, and a few, like Mina and Kirishima, engaging in questionable activities.

y/n on the other hand, had other plans.

She tiptoed down the hallway, hand gripping the hem of her hoodie as she scanned the area. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her sneaking in his room. Though, knowing her luck, someone — Mina and Kirishima most likely was already watching.

Reaching Bakugo’s door, she raised a delicate fist and knocked twice. No answer. Not unusual.

Rolling her eyes with a soft smile, she carefully turned the knob, it was never locked for her. The door creaked open just enough for her to slip inside before closing it behind her.

The moment she entered, the atmosphere shifted.

Katsuki Bakugo lay sprawled across his bed, one arm lazily tucked behind his head while the other draped over his stomach. His ash-blond hair was messier than usual, and his uniform jacket was discarded on his desk chair, leaving him in his black t-shirt and black sweats.

At the sound of the door shutting, his crimson eyes lazily flickered open.

“You took forever,” he grumbled.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, walking over to his bed. “You didn’t even answer the door.”

“Didn’t feel like moving.”

She shook her head fondly before settling onto the bed beside him. The second she did, Bakugo wasted no time. With a low grunt, he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down onto the mattress with him.

“You’re clingy tonight,” Y/N mused, her fingers instinctively threading through his messy hair.

He only grumbled, nuzzling into the warmth of her shoulder. “Tch. Shut up.”

She giggled, the vibration of her laughter making him hum in satisfaction. They stayed like that for a while. Bakugo was completely relaxed, his breathing steady, his grip firm but comforting. This was a side of him no one else saw.

During school hours, he acted as if she barely existed. But in moments like these, when it was just the two of them, he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“You laughed at me today,” he muttered suddenly, voice muffled against her hoodie.

Y/N blinked, then smiled. “Because you were funny.”

He huffed, pulling her even closer. “Dumbass.”

She rolled her eyes playfully but made no move to push him away. She liked this side of him, this soft, vulnerable, needy side. And no matter how gruff he tried to sound, she could hear the underlying plea in his voice when he mumbled.

“Shut up and stay here.”

Y/N hummed, running her fingers soothingly along his scalp. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

It was peaceful. Too peaceful.

-

Outside the door, Mina and Kirishima crouched low, exchanging glances at each other with excitement.

“Okay,” Mina whispered. “This confirms it.”

Kirishima nodded. “They have to be dating.”

“Or at least something.” Mina’s grin widened. “Now, we need proof.”

The two waited a few more moments, letting the suspense build. Then

BAM!

The door slammed open.

“OH. MY. GOD,” Mina screeched, her phone already raised.

Click! Click!

Kirishima doubled over in wheezing laughter. “DUDE! YOU’RE SO CLINGY!”

Bakugo shot up immediately, his entire face exploding into a furious shade of red.

“YOU DAMN EXTRAS!!!”

Mina howled with laughter, waving her phone like a trophy. “I GOT PICTURES! THIS IS GOLD!”

“DELETE THEM, YOU PINK HAIRED GREMLIN!” Bakugo roared, lunging off the bed.

Mina screamed, scrambling out of the room at lightning speed, Kirishima hot on her heels.

“RUN, RUN, RUN!” Kirishima yelled between bouts of laughter.

Bakugo exploded after them, quite literally, his hands sparking as he chased them down the hall. The dorms erupted into chaos, doors creaked open as confused classmates peered out, blinking at the spectacle of Bakugo launching himself after Mina and Kirishima, his furious shouts echoing through the building.

y/n, who walked out of the room, covered her mouth as she burst into laughter.

So much for their little secret.

more thoughts about getting high with katsuki

sfw

becomes the clingiest motherfucker known to man. refuses to let you off his lap. one arm loped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest. you're so giggly and you always tuck your face into his neck in a way that makes his heart feel like it will implode

if he's high enough, he"ll actually voice that last bit out loud, to your delight (and his horror)

makes the best fucking munchies. will either whip a full-course meal or create a snack from disparate things in your kitchen that tastes better than anything from the store

mario kart aggressor - refuses to be bested

nsfw

pussy-eating king. honestly can't get enough of how you taste

will make you go boneless with how many times he makes you cum on his tongue, humming against your clit when you tug on his hair

fucks you slow, no matter how many times you beg him to speed up. holds your hands above your head with one large palm, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours and make sure you're looking at where he's filling you up (help)

“me time” and it’s just lay in bed reading fanfiction for hours

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ON MY KNEES FOR AN IZUKU SMAU WITH HIM AND MC CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER SOOO BAD BUT THEY'RE TWO IDIOTS WHO GO: "oh they wanna hang out one on one? Damn we're such good friends"

just us? | i. midoriya

just two best friends hanging out one-on-one every weekend, doing couple things, and totally not dating (yet)

AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS

boyfriend katsuki LOVES eating you out.

katsuki will look for any chance to bury his face in your pretty cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit with each small movement. his two large hands pushing your thighs up and towards your chest while he laps up your sweet and saccharine juices. the way you whimper and whine at his ministrations, he is quite literally drunk on your pussy.

“‘s too much, katsu,” you hiccup, using whatever bit of strength you have to lift your head up while your left hand is in his hair.

katsuki grunts in response, sending vibrations throughout your body. if you thought that your pleas would make him be any more gentle, you should have known better.

“c’mon princess,” he groans into your pussy as he pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsating hole.“gimme one more, please, cum on my face just one more time.”

**

IJRJWJAUDJEJE I MUST HAVE HIM.

Can I make a req where in that truth or drink game reader gets asked who they’d have to date among the boys and ofc decides to drink instead but later when asked by the girls she tells them “Ig Bakugo” but he likes her and overheard? Thank youu!!

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ class 1-A decided to play truth or drink.

It started as a harmless game. A little Truth or Drink among Class 1-A in the common room, someone playing music off their phone, and a few borrowed drinks from the teachers’ stash (with Aizawa’s very tired permission and warning “Don’t be stupid.”)

You were curled up between Mina and Jirou on the couch, sipping your drink slowly, already nervous about what kind of chaos this game would bring.

“Alright!” Kaminari grinned, clearly too excited for drama. “YN, your turn!”

You groaned. “Okay, okay.”

“Out of all the guys in our class,” he said with the fakest innocent smile, “who would you have to date if you had no choice?”

The room collectively went “Ooooh,” and you were pretty sure even Bakugou glanced over from his seat on the floor, where he sat with his arms crossed, pretending not to care.

You blinked. Then reached for your cup and downed the drink in one go.

The group erupted in noise.

“No way!” Mina gasped. “You totally have someone in mind!”

“Why not answer?” Sero teased.

But you just shrugged and laughed it off. “Too dangerous of a question.”

The night carried on, the game continued, and eventually, the group split off. Kaminari challenged Kirishima to an arm-wrestling match, half the class migrated to the kitchen, and Bakugou disappeared probably to escape the noise.

You thought nothing of it until later, when it was just you, Mina, Jirou, and Uraraka left chatting in your room, lying across the beds and sharing candy.

Mina grinned at you. “Okay, now that it’s just us, who would you have picked? C’mon, girl talk.”

You hesitated, chewing on a gummy. Then you sighed. “I guess… Bakugou.”

There was a beat of silence.

Uraraka raised a brow. “Really?”

Jirou smiled. “Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed, but I kinda see it.”

You shrugged, cheeks a little warm. “He’s… intense, yeah. But he’s strong, and honest. I like that. Even if he’d probably explode if he heard me say it.”

What you didn’t know what none of you realized was that Bakugou was standing just outside the cracked door, arms full of the snacks he left behind earlier. He had paused when he heard his name, and now he stood frozen, completely still.

His ears were pink.

He dropped one of the chips.

“Shit.”

The girls turned to the door instantly.

You did too and locked eyes with him.

His eyes were wide for a split second. Then they narrowed like he was trying to hide something, mask it with his usual scowl. “You got crap taste,” he muttered as he stormed off down the hall.

Mina’s mouth fell open. “Wait… was he eavesdropping?!”

But you were frozen, heart pounding, eyes still on the door he had disappeared behind.

Because for a split second, right before he turned, you saw something different in his eyes.

Not anger.

Just surprise.

And maybe a little hope.

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