# . ݁₊ ⊹ Being A Little More Than Friends But Not Quite A Couple With Iwaizumi Where He Treats You

and i know i make the same mistakes every time / least i did one thing right

k. bakugou x reader

the trials and tribulations of loving japan’s fiery, #1 pro hero. pros and cons format, headcanons light nsfw but nothing too explicit, for his birthday ·˚ ༘

·˚ ✎ i have another bk x reader in the drafts but that one is very sad and angsty and i wanted to have a less heartbreaking one for his birthday so here it is (😭🤍)

song: call it what you want

pro: he spoils you

in more ways than just money or materialism. emotionally, he's there. he's so much more attentive than people give him credit for, knowing your little anxious fidgets or little details even you forget. the entire world could be calling you a liar, and he'd see the truth in you.

and physically? he's passionately rough, skin welding into yours, lips grazing your soul, fingers finding all those right places. he has one of two ways of acting in bed: either he's looking into your eyes, lips and tongue working in a perfect melody over your skin, drawing out every gasp from your lips. or, he's practically crushing you between himself and the mattress, making you forget your own name, never daring to stop until the sun comes up.

his love language is acts of service. he'll scoff in annoyance or groan when he holds your bags for you, opens each door and lets you sit in the passenger seat while he drives. he roll his eyes at your "dumb" gifts while he religiously wears the bright pink heart bracelet you got him some time ago. he'd never let you know it, but he's wrapped around your finger. he lives to see your smile. he knows that he's made mistakes, some of them over and over again, but he thinks of you as the one thing he's done right.

"you didn't have to do this." words that fall deaf on his ears as he hands you a bouquet of flowers, surprising you at work. though the surprise part was ruined, considering you could hear the sounds of him shrugging off and yelling at reporters while heading to you. he can deal with the flame, but not when it prevents him from seeing you.

"yeah yeah, just take them. your office needs it." he feigns irritation while pressing a kiss to your head. "dinner's on me tonight."

con: he has a temper

this is obvious. even years after graduating and making a name for himself, you have moments you remember UA high school student katsuki bakugou: the guy who'd call everyone extras because he didn't bother to learn anyone's names. the guy who was muzzled after winning the sports festival because if they didn't, he'd still be kicking and swinging. they guy who is mildly angry on a good day, and dangerously fuming two minutes after.

its one thing you've learned to love about him. he's a guard dog, barking and snapping at anyone who dares to even think badly of you. if he could be summed up in one word, it'd be protector. he'd give up a limb before giving you up, and act offended by the idea that he'd do anything else in that situation.

but similarly, its something both you and him feel exhausted over at times. you may truly be the only person in the world who can deal with him, even when he's saying fuck in every other sentence and his voice goes up 3 decibels. he respects you for it, but won't deny the pinch of guilt in his chest when he sees you taking a deep breath, summoning patience for his impatience.

he isn't sure why you put up with him. but he knows better than to question something he doesn't want to lose.

4 hours after an explosive argument, katsuki comes back to your bedroom. you can tell by his hair and wrinkled clothes that he's been tossing and turning on the couch. and katsuki can most definitely afford good furniture, which means the source of his insomnia is guilt- not bad cushioning.

sometimes, he apologizes like he's practiced and rehearsed it in his heard. for once, he's filtering himself, thinking of what he's saying, because what you hear matters to him. more than anything else does. "you didn't deserve to be yelled at. i'm sorry."

are you still angry? yes. do you miss laying your head on his chest in bed? also, yes.

pro: he’s loyal

the truth is, katsuki could have anyone he wants. models, actresses, other glamorous heroes like him. he's loved and adored and idolized by every flashing camera in the world. but all of that fades to nothing when he looks at you, knowing he already has everything.

his devotion to you is endless, even himself wondering how far he'd go to protect you. he knows deep down that his loves reaches till the end of the world. because with you? he has a reason to push through rubble and flames and blood, to put his life on the line each day, and to watch orange incandescence emerge from his palms and into the sky. hero work means nothing without purpose. you give that reason a whole new meaning.

he has a necklace he never told you about, just something he let you figure out on his own. it was brought to your attention after seemingly everyone on instagram was on some kind of mission to decode the silver letters he wore in a delicate chain around his neck, wanting to decipher what they mean. and when you do find out? he says nothing, just pulls you closer kisses your temple.

"i want one now.' you smile, eyes misty from the gesture. "with your initials."

"yeah, yeah, idiot. you have my card."

con: he’s insecure

and its something that no one would ever even guess about him. how could he, the up and coming number 1 hero, the most dedicated, handsome, strong person in the world, possibly be insecure?

he's used to being a tank, taking hits and punches and fatalities, walking it off before heading back into battle. he's conditioned to ignore the purple arising to the surface of his skin and the cracks in his bones that continue to grow. but you see it in the way he stays up at night, looking up at the ceiling, wondering which day will be his last if he dares to blink and be anything less than perfect. or when he keeps the shower running cold, like trying to wash out those sticky, gloomy thoughts that penetrate his head. he's the best. he's supposed to be the best. what if one day, he suddenly wasn't?

oh, and the reason katsuki knows how to deal with panic attacks is because he's had so many of his own. even after recovering, they've gotten worse after the war. if its not doubts, its memories of the pain, of the blood he didn't realize he could lose, the life he lost for a heartbeat. he knows death. but it isn't his own death that scares him. the thought of losing anyone else to that fate is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him.

"told you i'm fine." he utters, cocking his head to you as he gets into bed. nobody died, and his agency wrote it off as a miscalculation, but he almost broke down in the shower after he failed to prevent a fatal accident while on patrol.

"its just me and you here." your voice mellows over his hidden anxieties, like honey. the breath he lets out his shakier than he'd like it to be as he starts to open up.

pro: everything he is, is yours

sometimes he wonders what exactly he's able to offer you. a nice life, for starters. protection and security. but beyond that, katsuki looks at you and finally understands why people lost their minds and fought wars. he understands the nervousness, the anticipation, the longing.

he looks at you, and then himself. at his hypothetical or factual shortcomings and imperfections. he sees them and wants to keep growing, to keep getting better until he deserves you. he’s always lived to be the best. but now he lives to be the best, for you.

and at the end of the day, he has nothing to prove. he’s already everything. the world can call it what the want.

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

nanami doesn’t argue.

that would imply there’s a debate to be had. there isn’t. you’re wrong, and he’s right, end of story.

except right now you’re standing over him, arms crossed over your chest, smirking, and somehow — he’s the one apologizing. on his knees, too.

his fingers skim the inside of your wrist to the faint lines of your palm, thumb gliding over the crease of your fingers. tracing a slow, thoughtless pattern like he’s waiting for you to say something.

he exhales, sharp. “love, what exactly am I doing?”

“apologizing,” you bend closer. barely an inch, but enough that the air between you feels warmer, “..because you feel bad?”

his fingers tighten — just a little — before they smooth over again, sliding down to the ends of yours, holding on like he’s considering it. “I don’t.”

you raise a brow, irritated now. “no?”

he sighs, long-suffering, but doesn’t let go. if anything, his grip shifts, trailing down until he’s holding onto the end of your sleeve instead, brushing over your knuckles, still here, despite how tired he looks.

you press, voice softening, teasing though expectant. “do you feel bad at all?”

there’s barely a second joining the words and the way he moves — your back meets the kitchen counter with his hand around your waist, breath against your lips when he murmurs, “I do.”

his fingers slipping under your shirt at your hip as he exhales, words slipping out on your mouth:

“I’m,” kiss. “so-” kiss. “so.” kiss. “sorry,” kiss. “baby.”

you laugh into it, fingers curling into his sweater, breathless in a way you’re sure he notices. he pulls back to see the look on your face — the one that means you know you’ve won.

and for once, nanami doesn’t argue.

oh!

don’t know what’s real or fake

Hihi!!! I hope you’re having a good day ! I was wondering if you could please do friends to lovers texts with Bakugou and a weird, energetic reader? i really hope im doing this the right way lol and if im not im really sorry!! TvT

bite first | k. bakugo

you're the weirdest part of his routine, and lately, his favorite.

Bakugo x Reader

Summery: Bakugo takes edibles given to him by Sero and gets high for the first time. You're his trip setter.

Authors note: I've never been high before so inaccuracies ahead. Also bakugo and reader are not together yet

Includes: Spidey Kiss and the audio:

"You wanna kiss me?" "Absolutely fucking kinda" "Call me pretty first" "You're pretty" "Whats pretty about me!?" "How you're not able to watch all your body glitter off?" "Ok slut kiss me"

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When Sero gave him edibles Bakugo didn't think he'd even use them. In all honesty he liked the idea of getting high but that wasn't his thing so he just never did it. But during a hang out Sero and Denki were talking about their latest smoke sesh and Bakugo let it slip he'd never gotten high before.

Sero being the dealer of the group was immediately ready to hook his homie up.

"I don't even remember that conversation man we should take videos when we're high more often." Denki laughed at the video playing on Sero's phone that was taken at their last smoke sesh.

Bakugo sat near Kirishima, who was playing a video game, not fully listening but was curious about what they were doing. "Can't believe you guys find time to get high when your grades suck so bad." He grumbled, he heard Kirishima laugh a bit behind him.

"It's relaxing dude, it helps. Trust." Sero says matter-of-factly, his finger raised in the air mockingly. "How can that be relaxing?" Bakugo asks, genuinely curious. The pair look at their friend in shock, Sero speaks up first.

"We've been friends how long and I haven't hooked you up yet?" Bakugo shrugs, his attention already leaving the conversation. Some rustling caught it once again, Sero was digging in his backpack before pulling a bag out and tossing it at the blond.

"Here man." Bakugo looked at the contents of the bag in slight confusion. "What am I supposed to do with this?" He asks making his friends chuckle a bit. "They're edibles dude." Denki informs him.

Bakugo raises an eyebrow and looks over at the black haired teen, "you just keep these on you?" Sero nods his head and Kirishima chuckles a bit. "Uh yeah? Alway stay prepared."

"Prepared for what?" Bakugo questions. "This exact situation." Sero counters. "Just try it dude, trust me its good." Bakugo thinks for a minute before shrugging his shoulders and putting the bag in his backpack.

"Fair warning getting high is different for everyone and most people's first times suck. Might want to have someone with to be the designated sober person, actually nah make someone your trip sitter." Sero explained to a confused Bakugo but he slowly nodded his head in understanding.

"That sounds like a lot of work." He says unsure. Denki rolls his eyes, "Just ask y/n."

Bakugo flickers his eyes open to see the sight of your dorm room....from the floor? Taking in his surroundings he realizes he's leaned up against your bed on the floor. He shuffled around for a bit, mind woosey and slurred.

Your face comes into veiw atop the bed, laying on your stomach. "Goodmorning sunshine, have a nice nap?" The raised brow Bakugo give you makes you giggle. "After you threw up we brushed your teeth, cuz you complained your mouth tasted bad and then you promptly fell asleep before I could get you on the bed."

You explain with a slight teasing tone. Bakugo nods along but doesn't quite hear the words. More focused on how your mouth moves and looks. You must have seen him starting because you chuckle and lean your head over his.

"Do you wanna kiss me Kats?" Bakugo blushed a bit at that, your teasing voice making him flustered. His thoughts were a bit scrambled but thoughts of you were the most prominent. So what came out was the first thing that came to mind.

"Absolutely fucking kinda." His head lulled back to rest on the bed you layed on, looking up at you. Your humored laugh filled the dorm. "Tell me I'm pretty first." You said looking down at him with a smile. Your mouth was close to his, practically brushing lips with yours.

Bakugo peered into your eyes, "you're pretty." He leans forward but you lean back, making it so he can't kiss you. In confusion he looks you in the eyes to see you rolling them, "What's pretty about me?" You specify.

Bakugi thinks for a minute his scrambled thoughts leave nothing for him to think of except he knows you're pretty. "Um....how you're never able to fully wash the body glitter from your hero costume all the way off?"

He says it like it's a question more than an answer. But it makes you smile, you tilt you head to make it look like your thinking deeply about it.

"Ok slut, kiss me" your gentle hands grabbed his face, pulling it to yours at an awkward angle you would have been embarrassed about if it was any other time. The kiss wasn't long but held passion, a spark between your lips.

When you pulled away and moved your head so you could look into Bakugos red eyes they were half lidded and dazed. He had a dopey grin that made your stomach do a little twist. "I'd like to kiss you again." Bakugos voice was soft but his words blunt and honest.

"Is that ok?" He asked after a second of silence from you. Bakugos sweet words made your heart flutter and yearn for more. "Get off the floor first doofus."

can you guys tell i'm ovulating?

Speaks for itself

life gets better. dont get into jujutsu kaisen

yapper reader x listener katsuki

notes: grumpy x sunshine also. basically just yap yap yap reader and bro stfu katsuki. based on some prompt i remember seeing forever ago. deviating from my usual 'reader and katsuki childhood friends go to ua tg' bc this is such a cute idea

the field is buzzing, students from different hero schools gathering in small groups and instructors calling out over the noise generating quite the racket. there’s tension, excitement, and a bit of rivalry in the air. class 1-a stands off to the side, eyes scanning the new arrivals. bakugo stands isolated from the group with his arms crossed, mouth already in a deep scowl.

he hates group exercises. hates surprise training simulations. hates-

“katsuki!!”

and then it happens.

a blur comes flying in from the other side of the field. he hears it before he sees it, and by the time he turns his head, it’s too late. you launch yourself at him from behind, tackling him in a full-body hug that actually makes him take a step forward. his body tenses immediately, hands twitching instinctively like he might throw you off-

but he doesn’t. he would never.

“kats! kats!” you giggle, climbing halfway up his back like he’s your personal jungle gym. you hook your chin over his shoulder, big goofy grin stretching across your face as you hug him tight. “hi!!”

there’s a long pause. bakugo doesn’t move. doesn’t shout. doesn’t blow anything up. the whole world stills in suspense.

eventually, he sighs, a hint of a not-angry expression present on his face. "hi."

“uh… are we… seeing this?” kirishima says under his breath, eyes wide.

“kats, i swear, it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve seen you! i mean, seriously, how is it that we’re both doing this hero thing and still barely getting any time to hang out? it’s like the universe just hates us or something. i’ve been stuck in this crazy hellfire intensity training like all week, and it’s not even the fun kind, it’s just endless drills and lectures and like ugh ohmygod, i’m so over it. anyway, i missed you kats!! how are you? healthy? well? making friends? wait, who am i kidding. youre definitely healthy because youre like a health-conscious old man, and definitely no friends."

you’re talking so fast he doesn’t have time to respond to anything. he just stares down at you, not saying a word or moving an inch.

eventually, he reaches out, drops a heavy hand onto your head, and mutters, “shut up.”

you beam like he just handed you flowers. “there he is,” you giggle, grabbing his arm and hugging it to your chest. “so grumpy. so cute. i miiiissed you!”

he grumbles something pissy under his breath, but makes no move to pull away.

aizawa’s voice cuts through the air. “pair off.”

despite you already hanging on him, bakugo grabs you immediately. “we’re teaming up.”

“wait, what?” mina says from behind him. “you’re not gonna work with us?”

“we’re teaming up,” he snaps again, louder this time, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“but you always-”

“shut up. all of you. shut. the fuck. up.”

you’re already bouncing beside him, eyes bright. “oh my god, kats, i have so many ideas. okay, okay—what if you blow a hole in the wall and you know how i texted you last week about that new feature on my costume? i could use that to- wait! or we could climb over the roof and-”

“you talk too much,” he mutters, dragging you along gently despite his annoyed expression.

“you love it,” you sing, completely unbothered.

he doesn’t answer.

but the tiniest corner of his mouth tugs up.

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