Thee kiddos
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🧨 ★ Katsuki...
Imagining virgin Katsuki who can't stop thinking about you.
It's always you, you, you.
Watching porn is boring to him and he just wants to slide his cute pre-cum stained cock across your pussy :(( poor boys pent, legs jittering under his desk as he desperately scrolls through a porn site on his laptop, trying to find someone that looks or acts like you.
And when he finally does? His hand drags down, up, down, slowly but just good enough. It's not you, but he imagines his hand as your pretty cunt, ringing his fingers on his dick desperately — imagining his pre as your frothy liquids.
And the next day when he sees you? Katsuki turns away and scoffs, and you never know why he's always so grumpy at you sometimes. and when he gets home, it's the same cycle again
he might be the love of my life
Competitive bakugo over a nonchalant y/n😏😏😏😏
competitive katsuki trying to win over nonchalant reader
everyone knew bakugo was competitive, always trying his best and fighting the hardest, no matter who he was against or what situation he was in. he always gave it his all. however, he thought he could do nearly everything on his own, he was incredibly independent, even hating it when people tried to help him with something, not wanting others to see him as weak.
but he did what he had done since middle school; put other people down to make himself feel better. unfortunately, you and midoriya were victims of it, but the two of you had very different reactions.
midoriya was always nervous to stand up for himself until a few months ago, when he became more confident in his abilities, which you applauded him for. bakugo, on the other hand, also made fun of you for god knows what. it was never for a specific reason, just picking on you because he didn’t know how to deal with his feelings for you.
but he was always frustrated with how you’d react. normally, after he would laugh and point a finger at you, you would just shrug and walk over to your friend, talking to them with an emotionless tone. he’d follow you, yell at you, just for you to do it all over again. he hated how you didn’t react in any sort of way.
so when the two of you sparred, and he won a match, he would yell and brag about it, calling you a sore loser and smirking in your face. you responded, looking at a nearby wall for a second, “good job, i guess.”
he frowned, “you guess? what the hell do you mean ‘i guess?’ you lost fair and square, y/n!”
you hummed and shrugged, causing him to march up to you with a scowl. he asked, “why do you always act so damn calm? cry or smile or feel emotions for once! you’re acting like icy hot!”
“i do feel emotions, bakugo, i just don’t show them that well. you should learn from me and be calmer, it especially helps in fights.” you almost smirked at the end, teasing him.
he grumbled, “teach me then.”
you raised your eyebrow and hesitantly asked, “really?” you didn’t believe him, assuming it was a trick.
“yes, dumbass. and call me katsuki or whatever, i don’t care.”
“seems like you do care if you’re correcting me.” you retorted, tilting your head and looking up at him.
the tips of his ears pinkened, and his face felt warmer than usual. he grumbled, “shut the hell up,” and used a small explosion near your feet, causing the ground to rumble underneath you.
of course, katsuki didn’t realize his reactions were very readable, and how dark his cheeks became once you teased him.
hope you liked this, it was fun to write!
I’m a fan of panties being pulled to the side.
part one
the music was loud. bass-heavy beats rattled the walls, drowning out drunken conversations and the occasional, ear-splitting whoo! from someone who’d had one too many shots. the house was packed, every square inch filled with people who weren’t you.
and yet, katsuki saw only you.
leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, your head tilted back as you laughed at something some random asshole said. katsuki barely registered the guy’s face. all he saw was the way your smile stretched wide, the way your hand rested lightly on the counter, the way you weren’t paying attention to him.
his grip on his own cup tightened.
eijiro had ditched him ages ago, somewhere between his third beer and his “dude, i gotta check on my little sister.” which meant you were supposed to be under watch. which meant you shouldn’t be standing here, giggling at some nobody like you didn’t have a six-foot, red-haired menace for a brother who was ready to kick some ass.
“off limits, dude.”
bullshit.
katsuki wasn’t the type to step in unless absolutely necessary. but this? this was necessary.
he stormed over, his presence sucking the air from the room the second he got close. the guy talking to you faltered mid-sentence, side-eyeing katsuki like he’d just realized he’d been trespassing.
“oh—uh... hey, man, what’s up?”
“scram.”
the guy blinked.
“what?”
katsuki took another step forward, eyes glinting under the dim, neon glow of the kitchen lights.
“you deaf? i said scram.”
he didn’t have to say it twice.
you rolled your eyes as your partner scurried off, not wanting to test his luck against bakugou katsuki.
“really?” you sighed, crossing your arms. “was that necessary?”
“you tell me,” katsuki muttered, his eyes flicking over you, lingering on your lips that have stopped smiling.
you looked too damn good tonight. soft, glowing skin, a dress that hugged your curves, hair falling over your shoulders like you were some kind of problem sent to ruin him.
his jaw clenched.
“he was totally harmless,” you continued, sipping your drink. “not that it’s any of your business.”
his business?
katsuki narrowed his eyes, stepping closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to keep eye contact.
“the hell it ain’t,” he muttered.
he expected you to shove him, roll your eyes, call him dramatic. instead, you just looked at him like you were finally seeing the way his fists clenched at his sides. the way his breath hitched when you leaned in, just slightly, your voice dropping to something sweeter.
“oh?” you tilted your head, lips curving mischievously. “then what is it to you, katsuki?”
fuck.
there always seemed to be something so dangerous about having his name on your lips. it made his head spin and something hot and restless coil in his stomach.
this was bad.
he exhaled, forcing his gaze away, forcing himself to move before he did something stupid.
like kiss you.
“eijiro’s looking for you,” he muttered, turning on his heel. “get your ass back to him before he starts losing his shit.”
he didn’t wait for your reaction. didn’t stick around to see the way your brows furrowed or how you chewed on your lip like you were holding something back.
he just walked away with his fists clenched yet again.
off limits, my ass.
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Happy
staying awake in the name of love k. bakugo
Despite his strict bedtime and his hatred of anyone interrupting his schedule, Katsuki would stay up for you and you alone.
He would never do it for pleasure, simply because you wanted to, because he valued both of your health too much for him to compromise hours of sleep like that.
But whenever you were having a rough time, unable to fall asleep due to the excruciating amount of pain you were in, he took it upon himself to stay up with you. He wouldn’t fall asleep until you did, and even then he was hesitant to rest his eyes. He felt as though resting would compromise your sleep and leave you laying there restless for the rest of the night, tossing and turning in agony.
He was a hero, and he couldn’t bring himself to doze off when he knew there was someone out there in pain, especially someone he loved so furiously and endlessly.
Katsuki Bakugo hated staying up, but he would do it if it meant taking care of you.
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