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OH MY GOSH THANK YOU ALL FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN IT

i originally started writing about six months back because i was done being scared to put my own work out there in fear of being judged but through all the support i think i found a great rhythm and i can’t thank you all enough for being so kind. I’ve met so many great people and i love talking to all of you if you ever decide to message me, it just makes my day. really really thank you, and i promise when school starts up again i’ll post more.

i love you all

-Amelia 💜

So This Is Love

bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 363

cw: tooth rotting fluff

Bakugou katsuki loves you so much he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Katsuki couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. He thought the day couldn’t get any better, already blessed with the rest of the day off; Then the sight of you, the love of his life, dancing and singing without a care in the world as you clean. He leans against the door frame as he watches you frolic around in only your underwear and one of his shirts that swallows you whole.

The sound fades out as he gazes at you lovingly, absolutely adoring your voice as you sing, “But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name, so in love that you act insane, and that's the way I loved you”

He loves the way your voice matches the singer’s perfectly, and the way you look so childish when you spin around, and when it gets to the chorus you pick up the picture of the two of you and hug it tightly to your chest. He can’t get enough of you. Katsuki Bakugou is absolutely smitten, it’s insane. If any of his friends saw him right now, he’d be made fun of to no end. But he didn’t care, because he’s never been so in love, so infatuated with someone that he doesn’t care who sees.

You still haven’t turned around to face him. Understandably being unable to hear him come in over the music, so he takes matters into his own hands. Katsuki walks up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist, swaying with the music. You let out a small yelp at the intrusion before you realize it’s him. At first, you're filled with excitement but just as you realize what you were doing, embarrassment overtakes you.

“Gosh Kat, you scared me! Um, how long have you been standing there?” You mutter in a quiet voice as the song finishes out. You don’t need to know he was there, that could be just for him, just this once.

“Just walked in.” He says with a small adoring smile on his face. God he was so head over heels for you, so this was love, huh.

Let’s Talk About Sex

let’s talk about sex: salt-n-pepa

MDNI

bakugou x fem!reader

masterlist

wc: 1.7k

all characters are aged up!!!! like 18-19 ish

cw: praise, established relationship, inexperienced, virgins but not virginity loss, dirty talk, sex talk (idk man just go with it), dry humping if you squint, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of masterbation again if you squint.

this has just been sittin in my drafts for forever

You were a virgin, both of you were, never going past heated make out sessions and fleeting touches, never having the courage. However, after spending the day with your friends talking about their experiences with guys, you haven’t been able to get yourself off knowing there was something more pleasurable to be explored. Of course you knew about head, the gist of it that is, where you would like to be touched, speed, pressure, but actually experiencing it was something completely different. It has been so difficult trying to rub one out after things got a little too intense with Bakugou. So after hearing about how heavenly getting eaten out was, naturally you wanted to see what it was like for yourself.

You walk out of your bedroom to find him splayed across your couch in a comfortable manner, before going up to him. “Suki, can you um… can you sit up. I need to talk to you.” Your words ring in his head and the constant fear that you’re going to leave him instantly surfaces in his mind.

He clears his throat before sitting up to which you invite yourself to sit cutely in a cross cross applesauce manner in front of him. Shorts riding up in the process so only a little fabric is visible below your his sweatshirt.

“What about, baby? Somethin wrong?” He tries to sound cool but internally he is just waiting for the ‘it’s not you it me’ conversation. Seconds feel like minutes as you try to gain your composure enough to get the sentence out.

“Um you know how I was over at F/N’s the other day?” You ask and he nods tentatively. “W-well we were talking about um… well we were talking about s-sex. And they were telling me about what it’s like when a guy eats you out… a-and the way they were describing it… it just seems like it would feel so good.” You say sighing dreamily at what it might feel like.

Bakugous brain has stopped working, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Not a thought behind his eyes other than pleasuring you in a new way, until an influx of worries began to plague his mind. Were you asking him for head? He didn’t know how to do that! Why now, you never seemed very interested before?!Were you waiting for him to make the first move but decided he took too long? Just. Why now?

“O-okay but where’s this comin from? You went over there like a week ago? Why not ask when you got back?” He asks genuinely so confused.

“So um after that conversation I couldn’t stop thinking about,” You take a moment to point at his head then point between your legs, “and it made me r-really um… horny… I guess is the word. But every time I would try to help myself, I would start to imagine it was y-you then it would get ruined cause it wasn’t you.” You shyly look up from your lap with innocent eyes that beg for him to understand.

“You think about me when you…” He inquires but it isn’t so much a question more so adoration that you see him in your mind at your most intimate moments.

“W-well yea! Don’t you- don’t you think about me?” The second half comes off quieter than you intended but he hears it anyway. No verbal answer was said but the blush on his cheeks darkening gives you all the answer you need.

“So,” He clears his throat as to sound more composed, “You want me to eat you out? M not sure what i’m doing…” He says dejectedly and you think that’s his way of saying no. Bakugou sees the way your shoulders instinctively sink in disappointment so he makes the second part of his statement quick. “But I wanna learn! um, I wanna learn how to make you feel good… if you’ll teach me…”

“Really?” He can see the excitement etch your features as you look in his eyes for any regret of saying yes. “F’ course baby. Why wouldn’t I wanna get between my pretty girls thighs?” He says a little more confident now, bringing his hands down to squeeze at the plush of your thighs before lifting you to straddle him. He moves his hand up your waist landing on the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles on your jaw before guiding you to kiss him. Immediately it was heated tongues beginning to explore each other’s mouths. It’s everything you would want in a kiss, the only way you could physically show your passion for one another so far but it was all about to change when you subtly roll your hips against his seeking friction. Seeing how he wasn’t appalled by your newly lewd behavior he thinks it’s hot you once again move your hips forward, letting out a small whimper into his mouth. You were about to do it again too if it weren’t for him flipping you on your back, him above you continuing the kiss.

“Mm can’t have you cummin on my lap sweets. Want the first time you let go with me to be on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Bakugou purrs into your ear, kissing down your neck, slowly moving his body towards your womanhood. Stopping at your shorts, he looks up at you gauging your reaction to a slow lick below your belly button. The action making you shudder in anticipation. His fingers hook at the sides of your shorts awaiting your permission to undress you. “Can I take em off pretty?” You nod nervously.

Suddenly, the thought of this being the first time a man will see your most intimate places has you shutting your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his reaction. But this was also his first time seeing a pussy, he was never one to dabble in porn, always being able to get the job done with the imagery in his mind alone. He pulled them down, underwear too in the process and you gasped audibly at the chilly air hitting your cunt so suddenly. The fact that he is quiet for a while makes you even more nervous until you feel his finger take a curious swipe through your folds.

“Jesus fucking christ” He whispers as he sees the wetness that secreted from your hole. In hearing that the first thing your mind goes to is he thinks it’s gross, that is until you open your eyes to see him sucking your essence off his finger, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

“Suki, please want it so bad it hurts.” You pout at him wiggling your hips to try and catch your clit on something, anything for some relief.

“Aww my poor baby, tell your Suki where it hurts so he can kiss it better.” He coos, loving the way your eyes are glossing over from gaining pleasure in his words alone.

“Right here Suki, n-need it right here.” You let your hand drag down to your throbbing nub, aching for some kind of friction, and giving it a few tight circles before reluctantly pulling away. He stairs at the spot you showed him trying to commit it to memory. Pshh what’s all this about not finding the clit? You just showed him where it was! How are other men struggling with this? He leans down to cautiously make the first swipe of his tongue across the bundle of nerves trying to see if he was doing it right. But after seeing your hips jolt, eyes rolling back at the foreign feeling, he figures he’s at least got this down.

He continues to lap at your clit in small short licks trying to get one thing right at a time. Bakugou feels your hand gravitate to his hair, fingers intwining themselves with the strands as you gently start to pull. The groan that leaves his mouth is enough to tell you how much he likes the slight burning sensation as you pull. He’s licking and licking and licking until you say something, “S-suck it Suki, fuck me with your fingers while you suck.” His eyes widen at your wording but ultimately enjoys the noticeable sign that you’re getting more comfortable.

Bakugou slowly brings his finger to your entrance, collecting some of your wetness onto it before carefully slipping it inside of you. And just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better, he finally began to suck on your clit, moaning around you at your taste, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through you. His finger moves in and out of you smoothly, reaching places your tiny fingers couldn’t. Just a little more and you would for sure cum. Once he sees that your hole is big enough to comfortably accommodate his finger he adds another creating a pleasurable stretch.

“Oh god yes, fuuuck yes! C-curl your fingers! Please p-please!” Your eyes have officially shut, brows furrowed basking in how intoxicating it feels. He does as you say, curling his fingers upward grazing against a small spongy spot inside of you. All the while still basically making out with your nub.

“Right there! Don’t stop— d-dont stop… Oh my fucking god! K-katsukiiii!” You moan out pornographically, hips rolling onto his tongue and hand chasing your orgasm. And he knows when it hits, core tightening around his fingers so hard he thinks they may break, thighs shooting up to squish his head in between them, fingers still dancing through his hair albeit harder now desperately trying to get him to keep going.

Once the after shocks die down, you lie limp on the couch, cum dripping from your throbbing hole.

“How *pant* are you *pant* so fucking *pant* good at that?!” He licks your excess juice off his lips before he answers.

“So I did okay?” He asks nervously, way out of character for him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You just made me cum the hardest I ever have and you’re asking me if you did okay?! Yes! God fucking yes you did so good.” you assure him.

His cocky nature returning to him as he hears your praise, leaning down to whisper sexily in your ear, “Course I did, I’m Katsuki fuckin Bakugou. Now spread those legs again pretty. Still gotta stick my tongue in this pussy.”

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bakugou with a girlfriend who’s always sleepy. says she’s not tired but he sees her droopy eyes and thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world, her words slurring a bit as she says “m just resting my eyes”

when he sees her start to slump a little bit, going in and out of sleep, he pulls her in and she immediately cuddled against him.

bakugou with a sleepy girlfriend please i need it.

I KNOW I TELL YOU GUYS TO READ A LOT OF STUFF BUT PLEAAAAASERE THIS IS SO HOT

mdni.

thinking about roommate bakugou who is so tired of hearing you whining in the room just next to his, so sick of the buzzing of what he knows is your favourite wand & how it just doesn’t satisfy you enough because you’re trying for so long to cum.

he can hear the bed shift when you try a new position to hurry things along, can hear you curse when it’s just not doing it for you. if he wasn’t so hyper-focused on you, he might’ve missed the way you’re moaning for something bigger over the noise of his wet cock in his hand whilst he aggressively strokes himself.

it’s like that most nights, him cumming hard on himself to the sound of when you finally hit your high and you’re cumming, loud. he’s pretty certain that you know he can hear you, but you don’t seem to care when he hears you finally relax, then padding over to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

but tonight is different, the familiar hum of your vibrator has been on for a while, much longer than you usually take to reach your peak. he wonders if you’ve maybe just left it on, huffing at himself for realising how fucking creepy it is that he’s trying to read your movements through the fucking wall.

that is until he hears you sigh, long and loud and dripping with annoyance. he hears a faint “can’t even cum,” along with a sentence that’s much quieter and harder for him to hear but he’s not really focusing anymore. he’s focused on the fact you can’t cum anymore from your toys, making your little clit all numb to the vibrations and ruining your own orgasm.

doesn’t even stop himself from getting up and out of bed, tugging up his sweatpants to his hips and making his way out of his room and straight to yours. doesn’t even knock either, just opens the door to hear you squeal and attempt to cover yourself up. but it’s too late, he saw the copious amount of slick coating your thighs and the wet patch on the towel you’ve laid out, never mind the impressive amount of toys you’ve got on your bed that have got clear signs of usage.

“katsuki!” you try to sound stern, but it wavers when you see the clear outline of his fat cock in his sweatpants and the wet patch forming where his tip must be. he’s smirking at you when you reach his eyes, making quick steps towards the edge of the bed to grab ahold of your ankle and yanking you down hard enough to twist the blankets off of your body.

he has you splayed out for him, your legs spread to expose your dripping wet slit to the cool air and he’s staring. unashamed with it too, he’s practically drooling over the state your pussy is in. you’re fucking soaked, and you still couldn’t cum? tsk.

“heard you whinin’ and sighing through the wall princess,” he starts, voice laced in thick arousal as he ruts his clothed cock against you to see the wet imprint you leave behind. “you need someone t’make you cum, hm?”

you should really say no, he is your roommate after all and if you let him fuck you then wouldn’t that blur some lines? make things complicated? but every time he rolls his hips forward, catching your swollen clit against the ridge of his cock, the worries melt out of your brain.

“please,” you pout a little, sounding extra needy because if he keeps doing that thing with his hips then you’re going to end up cumming and it’ll be all for nothing.

“please what? hm?” he bites his bottom lip when you whine, your hips jerking a little and he can see your stomach tense up when he ruts a little harder against you. “tell me what you want baby, and i’ll give it to ya.”

you abandon the embarrassment, opting to roll your hips a little in tandem with his and making him the one to moan at the pressure you’re applying. “wan’ you to fuck me, please, wanna cum on your cock.” it’s filthy, the words you say but the fire that sets alight in katsuki’s eyes when he meets your fucked out gaze with a wolfish grin.

“since you asked so nicely,” he grins and finally letting go of one of your thighs to pull and tug his sweatpants down to let his cock spring out and slap against his thigh because of how fucking big and heavy it is, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it with wide eyes, is it even going to fucking fit? seemingly catching the look in your eye, his hand wraps around the base of his cock as he gently glides it through your wetness, gathering it at his tip to tap it against your clit to watch you jolt.

“don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit.” is all he says before he’s angling his hips down a little, enraged red head of his cock catching against your entrance before he’s rolling his hips forward fluidly with a low groan that matches your moan of ecstasy at being stretched out by his length.

he gives shallow thrusts until he’s buried deep inside of you, his hips flush against your own and your thighs twitching at his sides from where he’s holding them. he tucks your legs over his arms before effortlessly folding you in half, his face now just hovering over yours. his hips still giving slow but deep experimental rolls to feel the way your walls flutter and cling to him for dear life.

“so fuckin’ tight, keep squeezing me like that and ‘m not gonna last princess.” he tenses his jaw when you subconsciously squeeze him at his words, just the thought of making him cum enough to get you off.

“can’t help it, ‘s too big.” you mumble back, and he’s grinning again despite the strain in his body to stop himself from exploding inside of you. his lips brush against yours when he leans a little closer, exchanging soft pants before he stills deep inside of you.

you think he might actually be struggling to hold on but then he starts a pace that’s almost vicious, downright mean with how his balls slap against the curve of your ass and the rough trail of blonde hair just above his cock is rubbing against your clit harshly. you moan loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he shifts his body slightly and barrelling the head of his cock into the one spot that has your entire body going rigid.

“g’nna cum pretty girl? yeah? wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he groans when your thighs start to twitch against his biceps and how you’re squeezing him somehow much tighter than earlier, he throws his weight around a little more to make sure he breaks past the strong grip you have on him. “cum for me, c’mon.”

and you do, throwing your head back and arching your back as little as you can in the mating press he has you in and you’re spasming wildly around his length as he continues to fuck you through your initial relief and throwing you right into your next one that’s almost painful from how quickly you approached it. “f-fuck, ‘ki, too much, ‘s too much!” you finally manage to get out after your entire body seized up in pure ecstasy.

“just a little more, ‘m so close,” he moans sinfully against your parted lips, his body drenched in sweat and all his muscles bunched tight before he’s losing sense of rhythm and throwing himself head first into what he might think is one of his best orgasms in a long time. he whines, actually whines, when his cock twitches and starts to release his hot white seed deep inside your walls with each thrust of his hips, fucking it impossibly deeper until he can’t anymore.

his body lowers itself over yours, still aware of how he could crush you beneath him as he lets your legs loose from the grip you had and you both groan at the wet feeling of his cum being forced out from you around his cock. he breathes in deep when his nose buries itself into your hair, letting himself relax as your fingers stroke gentle patterns up and down his sides. “i’ll clean up in a second, lemme just..” he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he means.

you kiss against his collarbone, then his shoulder, basking in the after-sex smell and the thought that maybe this could turn out for the better.

anyway i wrote this instead of making myself lunch, hope you enjoyed 🥰

if you love me at all you will read it plz it’s so good

Hear me out-

I was in a restaurant and y'know how so eti.es you get really horny for no apparent reason?

Well that kinda happened and all I could think about was waiter Bakugou noticing and giving you his keys so you could have car sex about half an hour later when his shift ended.

I'm so tired of brain rot tbh 😮‍💨

I am listening

I swear it always happens at the most inconvenient of times too, it's just an intrusive thought like 'imagine if u got bent over this table and fucked' LMFAO ITS SO CRAZY

warnings: mdni; two strangers having car sex lol female reader in mind, fingering (f!receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex. 1.6k

Anyway, yeah he noticed at first the fleeting glances you were giving to him. He was much too sexy cute to be working at some restaurant, he was worthy of being a model with how defined his body is, how his face is probably the most beautiful face you've ever lied eyes upon. But back to his muscles, the way his white dress shirt strains against his biceps whenever he's carrying multiple plates on his arms (you know how they just balance them like magicians) and you can't help but... watch him.

He at first thought you were maybe trying to flag him down to order something but you'd always look away the second he'd make eye contact with you with the most bashful of smiles on your face, trying your hardest to hide your face away from him so he didn't see just how much he was effecting you. So now he has a new interest in you, watches you whenever he comes over to fill up your friend's drinks, and how you most definitely check out his hands, arms, and gold chain beneath his shirt's open collar. You definitely looked at his ass when he turned around for a moment to let a colleague pass.

Bakugou is a man who draws a lot of attention, naturally, man is a greek statue. So he discretely passes you his keys, maybe you get up to go to the toilet or something—yes he knows it's a bit creepy of him to be basically lurking waiting for you to come out before he's pushing his car keys into your hand. "Wait for me, it's the black car in the number 3 parking spot." It's quick, already turning away before you can even process what the hell he's on about and the fact you're holding keys to some fancy car.

Rolling on the end of his shift, Bakugou is nervous. What if you just said fuck it and stole his car? He doesn't think you look the type but shit, it's a thought he has regardless. But the instant relief he finds when you're leaning against his car, a nervous look on your face until you see him approaching and instantly that shy smile is back on your face.

"Didn't think you'd still be here," he admits, watching the way your eyes once again roam over his face and down his chest before you meet his eyes again. He's stood right in front of you, a boyish smile on his face.

"I did think about leaving." you smile back easily, and he's relieved you didn't leave so soon. He admits you're extremely cute, and this is not something he does—ever. You offer his keys back up to him, pretty finger holding them up for him and he goes to reach for them before you're pulling them back towards you. Oh, you wanted to play with him? He's always down to play.

Bakugou's crowding into your space, your back pressed into the passenger's door of his car and he places both of his hands against the roof to fully lean into your space. His head tilts, he can feel your soft breaths against his face now with how close he is, can taste your perfume on the back of his tongue and he just wants to devour you. So he doesn't waste a second, moving in to lay a hungry kiss against your lips that quickly develops into him pushing his tongue into your mouth.

It doesn't take much for both of you to fumble with the keys to open the backdoors of his car, you're the first to get in with your back down against the seats and Bakugou crawls in after you to loom over you like a beast. It's so dark in the car, just the neon light of the restaurant sign giving the both of you an orange glow.

Whilst you half expected him to jump on you, to start tearing your clothes off to indulge in spur-of-the-moment sex with a stranger. You're pleasantly surprised when he lowers his lips to yours again, slow yet fulfilling kisses; he's drinking you in entirely. It has your stomach stirring to life with both butterflies and undeniable arousal. His hands wander, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to glide up against your sides until his thumbs roll over your bra.

Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his thumb roaming over your stiffening nipples, it's all so intoxicatingly intimate that it should feel weird but instead, it just has your head whirling. Unable to stop yourself from gasping when he pulls his lips away from your own to tuck his head into your neck, sucking blood to the surface of your skin in the form of small bruises.

When he does finally work you out of your clothes, as well as his own, you're both panting against each other. It was unbearable hot in the back of his car, all you could smell was him and it had your eyes in half-mast, staring up at him as if he were the only person in the world. Bakugou has a very similar look in his eyes, his fingers gliding between your legs to feel just how wet you are before plunging two fingers into you to work you open.

He swallows your moans whole and lets his tongue roll against your own and the rumbling groan making its way up his throat is almost lost in the kiss when you clench around his fingers. When he finally feels like you're stretched enough for him, he pulls his fingers back and raises up enough from you to let you watch the way his tongue drags over his fingers and sucks them into his mouth. It has your eyes fluttering, hole clenching around nothing in desperate need to be filled with what's been bobbing against his stomach this entire time.

"Patience," he grins when you whine a little, bucking your hips into him whilst he leans over you to dig through the gym bag you hadn't even noticed on the floor next to you. He pulls out a golden square package, your eyebrows shooting up in silent question. "Promise I don't usually do this,"

"You just keep condoms in your bag?"

And he shrugs, rolling the rubber down along his length and it has you licking your lips. His dick is fucking pretty, a pretty dick isn't something you'd ever think but nevertheless. That is what it is, it's flushed a pretty pink, the tip leaking with pre and the veins are practically throbbing. "Never know when I'll run into a pretty little thing like you." He snickers at the way you roll your eyes playfully, rewrapping your legs around his lithe waist to adjust himself.

His eyes meet yours in a silent ask for consent, and you nod your head. Hips raising just enough for him to roll the head of his cock through your lips before pushing against your entrance. Even with his fingers having stretched you some, it doesn't quite help with how thick he actually is. It's an impossible stretch, has your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a moan leaving your lips. Bakugou is no better off either, unable to stop the groan in his throat and his eyebrows furrow together at the way you clench around him.

Your body nearly jumps from the sudden friction against your clit, thick yet delicate fingers rubbing circles against you to try and coax you into relaxing more. His eyes are locked onto where the two of you are joined, he watches how your arousal is sticking to the condom and he can't help but wish he just went in raw. Maybe next time.

The thought has his hips unexpectantly bucking forward, a moan pulled from your pretty lips when he lays flush with his thighs to your ass. Next time? Will there even be a next time? Fuck, he sure hopes so. Your pussy feels too fucking good for a one-time thing, but would you want to see him again? That's when he decides to make it his mission to ensure you're not gonna ghost him or turn him down whenever he asks for your number.

His hips are fluid, rolling back and forth until he feels you relax, listening to the way your breaths become more erratic as you try to not get lost in the sensation of his cock pressing against that one spot that has your head filled with no thoughts other than him. The muted slap of his hips against your ass is loud in the car, you're certain the whole thing itself is moving from the way he's fucking hard and deep into you. So deep in fact you can feel him in your throat, choking on the moans and gasps.

He holds your gaze, watching the sheen of sweat on your pretty face in the flickering orange neon light and how your eyes are glazed over in what must be your approaching orgasm face. It's fucking beautifully sexy, his stomach tenses and he throws everything he has at you. Fingers pinching and swirling at your clit until he feels your walls flutter, and then squeeze, milking him for all he's worth. Bakugou moans, more of a whine when he starts to spill his seed in the condom and he wishes it was inside of you, wishes he could watch it be pushed from your abused little hole and roll down the crease of your ass onto his fancy leather seats.

The car is hot, warm and stuffy, Bakugou leans over you but is careful to not lay his entire weight on you. You're positively boneless beneath him, still reeling from your orgasm when he peppers a string of delicate kisses along your collarbone. Your head rolls to look at him, a dopey smile on his face that you can't help but mirror.

He's the first to break the air, a blush on his face. "I never caught your name."

YOURE A LITTERAL ANGEL AMELIA THANKS FOR THE KATSUKI CUDDLES

HEADCANNONS COMING SOON!!!

Just Friends

EEEEK!! also not edited 🤣🙌🏼

bakugou x reader college au

wc: 660

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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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Boi why everyone make iwaizumi the athletic trainer be a personal trainer. They’re different things dafuq don’t disrespect the sports medicine 😾

Bro is partially the reason I’m studying what I am…