I Wouldn’t Give This Guy (who I NEVER Speak With Btw) My Cupcake Today Because…. It Was Mine🤨

Ok but now that pda post has me thinking about trying to deny Bakugo a kiss, doesn’t matter if it’s public or private, and he’s just grabbing your face and trying so hard to give you a kiss and you’re giggling and like sure it’s cute but he’s getting all 😡😤 and grumpy like 😡😡 giv me a damn kiss woman and it’s just so cute ugh 😪✋🏼

(pda post)

GODDDDDDD im really glad you’re bringing this up bc I felt SO big brain when I first thought about it tbh… 

Like he really just does not want to admit that he’s a sucker for kisses🥺

i had a bit more to say but tbh i forgot it all..... and tho this didn’t turn out as sweet as i imagined it would, hope u enjoy nonetheless!! 

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Most days when Bakugo is leaving for work, you trail down the hall in your socks after him, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips before he goes.

Today, you do not. 

Maybe it’s because you want to see what would happen if you didn’t… and maybe it’s because you’re sick of giving him kisses he sometimes makes a game out of refusing. Not always, but every so often, he’ll leave you standing on your tiptoes for seconds, smirking down at the way you raise your eyebrows and wait (beg) for him to meet you halfway.

So today you won’t, either.

“I’m leaving,” Bakugo’s gruff voice reverberates through the halls, echoing to where you stand in the kitchen as he pulls on his shoes by the front door.

Holding back a smirk, you don’t move, continuing to fuss with your coffee as you nonchalantly call back.

“See you.”

You allow the silence to reverberate through the house as you face the espresso machine, waiting patiently for his reaction… though it’s not long before Bakugo is sticking his head through the doorway, eyes pointedly narrowed as he glares at you sourly and says your name in question. 

“I said, I’m leaving.” 

You do your best to bite back a smile, the rather confused and disgruntled expression on his face almost enough to make you laugh, give up and run into his arms. 

Almost.  

“I heard you, babe,” you respond, peeking over your shoulder coyly to gauge his reaction.

Eyes wide and lips flat in question, Bakugo takes step forward, entering the kitchen as he tries again to find the right words to say. 

“Did you forget something, dumbass?”

Though his voice is still rough, at the same time, it’s also rather quiet, reminding you of the calm before a storm, as he so often is.

“I don’t think so,” you raise your eyebrows, feigning confusion as you look around the room for something you know doesn’t exist. “Did I?” 

One side of Bakugo’s lips curls downward into a pout, and he pauses to continue staring at you blankly with twitching brows. When you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes, forehead creasing as he sighs.

“Yes,” he huffs, voice heavy on his tongue, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you did.” 

Bakugo stomps to you, form large and imposing. You try to take a step backward, but before you’re able to turn and make an escape, a fist is grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and the laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. 

Instantly, your cheeks warm at his touch as he drags you to his chest, spinning you around to face him.

Looking at him up close, Bakugo’s tanned cheeks flushed as he blinks at you, you coo. 

“What did I forget?” 

Eyes focused and warm, as though he didn’t just have a mini tantrum to get this far, he only has to dip forward the slightest bit before you’re pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, his hand still wrapped in your shirt. 

-

You didn’t run to kiss him goodbye again. 

Waved him off from inside the kitchen with that slick, little smile of yours, refusing to both move or acknowledge the sound of his footsteps down the hall. 

Normally, Bakugo would play along. Stand in the foyer long enough for you to start calling his name in the silence… and then, when you’d stick your head through the doorway to check on him, he’d grab you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss goodbye. 

Today, however, already soured from the slight ache of his back and the early shift he was given, he didn’t feel like it. 

So instead of waiting for you to kiss him goodbye as he normally would, playful or not, when he didn’t hear your soft footsteps behind him, he had simply decided to leave the house, thinking maybe that’d show you as he laced up his boots and kicked the door shut. 

It did feel slightly wrong, leaving you hanging, but a part of him was always a little frustrated when you made him work for his morning kiss… so what difference would missing one make? 

Though, when he thinks about, it’s not like you don’t always give him one in the end, smoothing down his shirt when you pull back and blessing his eyes with that pretty smile of yours that he loves so much…  

It’s also not like he’s ever expressed this to you, either... always usually willing to wait or play your little games when you’re bold enough to try them. 

Bakugo makes it halfway down the street before his footsteps begin to slow, hating the way his heart sinks the farther away he gets. Part of him, though he’s not sure which part, knows that this is wrong… that ignoring you only to pacify his stubborn attitude will only hurt the both of you in the end.  

Finally coming to a halt, he curses, thinking about the fact that refusing to kiss you goodbye means breaking your little ritual.

He groans, turning on his heels so as to return to your apartment, deep down knowing that the day will only get worse if he doesn’t go back for his kiss. 

However, he barely makes it three steps towards your building before he spots you shooting out of the front door, a worried look etched on your face as you scan the streets for his form. 

“Katsuki!” you call, immediately running to him when you spot him down the road, one of his sweatshirts haphazardly pulled over your head, your feet in mismatched slippers. 

Bakugo’s eyes widen, and he just barely manages to jog to meet you before he’s opening his arms and you’re jumping into them. Clinging to his shoulders, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to your lips, pressing them feverishly against your own as you heave. 

“You left…” you breathe, pulling back to cup his jaw and run your thumbs over his cheeks, brows raised in sweet question. “You left without a kiss.” 

Bakugo grumbles, lost in your eyes as he wraps one arm around your waist and rubs the back of his neck with the other. His cheeks tint a slight pink, so instead of answering, he dips his head down for another kiss you happily lean up to give him. 

“Then kiss me, idiot.” 

“beg for it”

“you can take it”

“such a mess for me”

“good girl”

“ my pretty girl”

“don’t look away or I’ll stop”

“I know baby, let it out”

NEED I SAY MORE???

a/n: just a wee bit suggestive; about me really

"hajime! hey!" you don't even give him a chance to acknowledge you, "could you do me a favor?"

"sure, yeah." the answer is almost instinctual and also deceptively smooth from his mouth. his heart hammers at your sudden appearance. he had no idea you were in the library because had he, he would have spent less of his time studying the biomechanics of endurance performance and more time studying... you.

not that he needs to because of course he can ace an exam pertaining to you.

(he hopes this doesn't sound creepy. it's simply his natural predisposition, carrying a mental clipboard over the usual physical one, one made of whiteboard and notated in sharpie)

"will you tell me to get my shit together?"

he takes a moment. maybe two just to process. then he translates your question to his home tongue and then back to english once more. having been in the states for four years now, the statement is beginner's level at best but he feels like this is a test right now. three times two does equal six, but maybe he should put it in his calculator just to double check.

"be mean to me!" you double down with a firm nod, "i’ve been procrastinating on this essay all week and i need someone to tell me to get it together. i asked lena but she's my best friend so i'm like, i don't know, desensitized to her, you know? but if it's from you, then maybe i'll have the motivation to do it. you know what i mean?"

he only half-nods because he doesn't know, nor is he quite following.

"you're like the nicest guy in class. there's no way i can deny you!"

the composure he has is only because he's had to grow up with the most unpredictable idiots but holy shit. he's internally choking right now. dying really.

patiently, you wait. to steel his courage, he appraises you, runs his eyes down to your cupid’s bow where he’s memorized the angle, notates the smell of you that he’s found comfort in these past couple of years when you guys are trapped in those cubicles called study rooms, and now he memorizes the expression in your gaze.

you look at him like you need him, like he’s the one who holds the words you need to complete this essay.

“get your fucking shit together,” he says while pulling at the strap of your backpack. it’s boyish, it’s stupid, but despite his tone, he wants you to know he’s teasing. even if you did ask for it.

for some reason it’s you who stares back at him. and just for the sake of testing your theory, he pries even further, “are you going to be good and finally work on that essay?”

you nod, eyes wide with obedience and it makes him stir. to prevent himself from getting carried away, he spins you with your backpack and pushes you away from him, “okay then do it.”

you don’t look back. good thing because iwaizumi would have never been able to handle it. he exhales loudly into his palms once you’re out of sight, bending over to place his elbows on his knees.

the mental clipboard is back in his hands with future experiments being planned. you really can’t say no?

what would happen if he asked you out on a date? what about when he asks to kiss you? the thoughts fill his head, innocent and not.

this is so random but my guilty pleasure is the idea of katsuki in a relationship with gruvia vibes. basically the trope where the s/o falls first but he falls harder

UGHHHH JUST IMAGINE IT. katsuki’s future s/o comes into his life and is just so utterly in love with him. like they’re not even shy to show katsuki how much they love him because they just adore him THAT much.

and at first katsuki is just like tf who even are u…. but like his s/o is persistent and keeps showing their love in so many different ways and doesn’t give up. andddddd that’s when he’s like “oh shit. i’m in too deep.” AHHEEHEH

and omgogmofme like what if bc katsuki never visibly reciprocates their feelings so the s/o thinks they’re just annoying him so they give up. and katsuki realizes he should’ve shown that he loved them back and he has to fight to get their attention back.

brooo. bro. BROOOO. ugh what im saying is juvia + gray = katsuki + s/o. i love it

Just Friends

EEEEK!! also not edited 🤣🙌🏼

bakugou x reader college au

wc: 660

masterlist

You are friends, best friends; And he is your world, however even though you are madly in love with him, you don’t think it’s reciprocated. But little do you know he’s pining for you too. The lingering touches, jokes during class. He’s pulling out all his best work just for one single chance to make you his.

Todays lecture was a particularly boring one. Katsuki thought so too, you could tell by the way he would lean over and whisper something into your ear, trying desperately to make you laugh. That laugh that he loves so much. Anytime the professor said something, anything at all, there he was cracking a joke. At some point during the class you just stopped listening all together to solely focus on Bakugou.

“Ya wanna get lunch after this? ‘M starving.” He says quietly to not disrupt the people around him.

“Lunch sounds sooooo good, I haven’t eaten yet today I don’t think.” You whisper back trying to wrack your brain to see if you’d eaten.

“Tch gotta take care of y’self, stupid. You’d be so fucking dead without me I swear” He laughs at the incredulous look you give him and only tears his eyes away when he hears everyone moving.

You began to pack your things and made your way into the isle to wait for Bakugou. He always takes his sweet time cleaning up because of his strict “organization” system. Yet you always wait. Not because you can’t make it to the door by yourself, but because you feel safe in his presence.

He’d made his way to you and you start the head down the stairs of the auditorium-like classroom. “Oh my god, walk slower” He says sarcastically once you’d made it to the doors. Always being the last people out because he takes so long gives you the opportunity to mess with him a little more.

So you stopped. Directly in front of him in the doorway. But what you forgot was he’s so much bigger and stronger than you, so before you could even laugh about it, you’re off the ground. Thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

“Ah! Katsuki! Put me down put me down put me down!” You squeak out.

“Nope, this is what you get for being mean.” He laughs at his own statement. You? Mean? Never. And especially never to him.

“I surrender! I’m sorry, please put me down katsu!” You say giggling trying to fake an apologetic look even though he can’t see your face.

He grabs you by the hips and gently let you down right in front of him. And he truly honest to god didn’t mean for the two of you to be so close but hey, he wasn’t complaining. His hands never left your waist because he feels like if he moves it’s all over, never to happen again. And it’s so much harder to compose himself when you’re looking at him like that with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Katsu…” You whisper out gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He says with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. All the while, whilst the two of you are barely speaking, your faces are inching towards each other. Constantly darting your eyes down to the others lips.

“Y/N can i-” You cut bakugou off before he can finish. “Please.” The last word exchanged before he leans down to capture your lips in his. And boy did it feel like heaven, like the stars finally aligned. Lips slotting together in harmony, breathy noises coming out in almost moans, teeth clanking together at some points because you’re both so happy you can’t help but smile. It continues for a bit until you remember you’re out in the open and you move to pull away. His head follows yours in a last minute attempt to kiss you again before he opens his eyes to see your dazed smile.

Yeah, maybe you weren’t “just friends”.

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki

i need everyone to read this right now. so good.

most nights, katsuki will sit under the covers with his debriefing file and a blank, uninterested stare—flipping through the documents as you prance around the room getting ready for bed.

he’s seen you do this an endless amount of times, and has even been dragged into the commotion on numerous occasions—ending the night with a green face mask and a faux frown.

still, he doesn’t really get it.

of course, brushing your teeth is a given, and he won’t fuss about you washing your face—but the line has to be drawn somewhere, right?

pillow mist—the latest villain.

“babe, seriously?” he coughs, sitting up a bit as he sticks his tongue out and holds a hand over his throat. maybe, you went a little trigger happy with the black chamomile, but he’s being dramatic. “it’s in my fuckin’ mouth!”

“there’s an easy fix for that, y’know,” you smile, running your thumb and index finger across your lips in a zipping motion.

his eyes grow wide—not out of anger, or shock, but amusement. your smug comments are never ending and supremely annoying, but he fucking loves them—they’re cute. you’re cute.

he watches, tonguing at his cheek as you plop down in front of the large floor length mirror like a heathen—skincare splayed out in front of you.

you would do this in the bathroom, but you’ve been told not to by your boyfriend—who’s just looking to maximize his precious time with you, even if it means choking back the polluted air.

though he’d still argue that you are the only one who should be choking on anything while in the bedroom—not him.

“katsuki, stop that,” you laugh, catching his gaze through the reflection as your fingers run along your cheeks, working in your moisturizer.

“huh?”

stop what? existing? he’s just sitting there, hasn’t moved a muscle or opened his mouth in almost two whole minutes, and you’re telling him to stop? what the hell do you want from—

“you’re staring.”

oh, well—you’re wearing his shirt, the black long sleeve that hangs off your shoulder just a tad and drowns your hands in excess fabric. he gave you this shirt after your first night together, and while it’s no more than a piece of cotton—it’s special.

it reminds him of that morning, when you padded into the kitchen and asked what he was doing. he was making breakfast, obviously, but you insisted he come back to bed.

you were annoying, selfish—he had no more than an hour before he had to be at the agency, and you were asking him to skip the most important meal of the day to cuddle with you. unbelievable.

nevertheless, it was then that katsuki knew he was in love—with you passed out on his chest, in his shirt, just ten minutes before he had to leave.

so yes, he’s staring.

“am not,” he scoffs, keeping his eyes glued to you as you dab yet another cream onto your fingers. what the hell are you concocting over there? “i’m makin’ sure you don’t kill us with all that shit.”

if anyone were going to kill us—it would be you. the sentence pops into your head, but dies before it ever has a shot at tumbling out of your mouth.

maybe, that would’ve been something you said to the katsuki you first met years ago—but never to the one sitting in your bed right now. if you told the public what you did on that morning, you’re almost certain that half the population would be wondering how you lived to tell the tale—because no way in hell would the dynamight let that slide, right? everyone and their mother knows that his job as a pro hero is incredibly important to him.

but, not once in your relationship have you ever felt an ounce of unease, anxiety, anything, that’d make you doubt your safety for a single second—because you are more important to katsuki.

“you still with me?” he interrupts your selfish train of thought, pushing himself off the headboard to get a better look at your face. you’re a little zoned out. “fuckin’ fumes are gettin’ to you, huh?”

“i’m fine kats,” you grin, stepping back into reality as you screw the lid back onto your eye cream. you turn, sharing your smile with him.

“c’mere,” he rasps, leaning back onto his freshly scented pillow and discarding his papers onto the nightstand.

“or what?” you challenge, looking to rile him up a little before you inevitably go over there.

“you wanna find out?” he smirks, mind flooding with a tidal wave of lewd thoughts that he’s most definitely going to share with you later.

the voice in your mind screams yes, and you rise to your feet—shuffling over there in your slippers a little too eagerly, you’re sure.

you climb atop the covers and sit beside him—milliseconds away from opening your mouth to say something that would’ve gotten you into even more trouble—but he pulls you down for a kiss.

maybe he knew what was coming and saved you, or maybe this is you finding out. reason aside—he’s kissing you. slowly, his mouth moves against yours, and subtly, he tugs on the collar of your shirt—pulling you impossibly close.

“katsuki,” you sigh, running a thumb over his cheek as you lean your forehead against his. he’s pretty—strong, sharp features contrasting the softness behind his eyes. you know this look, it’s the same one he gave you that morning. gosh, how did you get so damn—

“hey,” he barks, grinning wide as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “you starin’ at me?”

Henlo, it's the anon from last night. I just wanted to thank you, bc your response helped motivate me enough to write about 500 words in like 45 minutes, and I'm happy to report that I did manage to get to 1000 words eventually! So thank you so much!!🥰💕

OH MY GEE THATS SO GOOD! im very very proud of you babes!!! keep up the good work lovely 💜💜💜

noooooo i don't have a praise kink haha..... it's just a coincidence that my pupils turn into little pink hearts when you tell me i've done a good job 🥴🥴🥴

good fucking lord

Thinking about how addicted to your pussy Katsuki gets. Just needs to be in you all the time. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. You’ll feel his warm hand slide up your thigh while you’re out to dinner with Kirishima and Mina, his large fingers teasing your clit over your panties before pulling them to the side and sliding them deep inside you, pumping them in and out of your heat. You sit there struggling to keep your moans in while he nonchalantly looks over the menu.

You’ll walk in the door from work barely getting the words out that you’re home before his figure appears in front of you capturing your mouth in a hot kiss. He pushes you up against the wall and drops to his knees, roughly pushing your tight pencil skirt up over your hips. “Been thinkin’ about this sweet cunt all damn day.” he tugs your underwear down to your ankles, before grabbing your leg and draping it across his shoulder, your stiletto heel scraping along his back as he literally dives into your pussy. Licking a long, wet stripe up from your already clenching hole to your clit. He alternates between kitten licks and pulsing sucks while his crimson eyes focus on how you’re already arching your back, pushing your hips off the wall, begging him for more. Normally he’d let his sadistic side take over and tease you till you’re shaking, crying, dripping- but the need he has to bury his tongue deep inside you is all-consuming. The next thing you know you’re on your back on the sofa, his face buried between your thighs, tongue plunging inside you. You raise up on your elbows so you can watch him fuck you on his tongue. He eats you like a man starved; his eyes roll back in his head as he moans into your cunt.

When you’re lying in bed, he’ll want you to just cockwarm him. He’ll beg you to let him stick it in. Your back is against his chest as he starts to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and up your neck before you hear his deep voice in your ear “You just feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. Always so warm and wet for me. Please? Promise that’s all I want. Just to feel you wrapped around my dick”.

So of course, you let him, he pulls your panties to the side and slides his hard cock inside your velvety walls. Thanking you for being such a good fucking girl for him. Telling you how good you feel. How perfect your pussy is. How he wants to be buried inside you forever. You can’t help but moan and push back against him until every inch is inside you. “Fuck. Never met a bitch with such a needy fuckin' cunt, you know that?” he rasps. “Told ya all I wanted was for you to warm my cock for me. That’s not enough for you though, huh?". His fingers find their way to your lips, and you suck them into your mouth swirling your tongue around them as he continues speaking filth into your ear. You feel his cock twitch inside you the sloppier you get until he’s fucking your throat with his fingers. Making you gag while your pussy pulses and flutters around him.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? That what you want?” He pulls his fingers from your throat and stuffs them inside your pussy. The added stretch of them makes you see stars. “Please Katsuki.” You pout. “Please move. I need you. Wanna cum around your fat cock. Please.”. His free hand squeezes around your throat as he starts to draw his hips back, painstakingly slow. You can feel him smirk against you as he presses another kiss to your neck. “You're so fuckin’ cute when you beg. I'll give it to you, princess. Don't worry. Gunna make you cum so hard your vision goes black."

ANYWAYSSSSS 🥴😬

i need more of this

and katsuki’s a bitch. he jokingly mocks y/n’s moans after their done.

“you know our neighbors are gonna file a complain about you right?”

“katsuki?!!? why?? what did i do????”

“ahhh— oh my god! fuck! katsuki! fuck that’s so good! ahhh! i’m gonna—”

“i hate you”

does it with all his body weight on you and kissing up your neck. he smells like you and it’s making you feel woozy. hand on your waist to hold you tight close to him and he’s so equally cute and annoying.