「BNHA Boys With A S/o Who Is Clingy When Sleepy」

Babycakes!! I got Bakugou on the brain and I wanna know how you feel about this idea

Okay so friends to lovers Bakugou (because friends to lovers is the only thing I know how to do) who wants to take you out on a date first before you guys have sex but one day y'all are making out and get a little too carried away, desperately dry humping each other, teeth clashing, fingers gripping each other a little too tight until you finally cum and make a mess of your clothes - 🍓

pleaaaase omg strawb you’re feeding my brain rot here 😖‼️

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, dry humping, some dirty talk uwu

gasp but can you imagine, you’re in bakugou’s lap, his hands pushing up your shirt because he’s so fucking desperate to touch you. he knows he shouldn’t, he knows he should wait— touching you like this wasn’t part of his plan just yet, no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment...but shit, you’re so pretty like this above him. your lips are bruised and bitten a shade of red that rivals his eyes, even as they travel your face for any doubts. your clothes are mussed, chin shining with spit from where your lips crashed against one another in a messy kiss and there’s shades of deep blue and purple blossoming against your sweat licked skin from where the blonde has marked you as his own.

katsuki’s dreamed of this, your smaller-than-his hands roaming his body, sliding underneath his shirt to rake your nails down his honey abs. he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, he’d done this before— snuck away from parties you attended together to fuck whoever came his way. he’d touched people in the same way you explored him now— so why the fuck was he acting like a teenager having a girl in his bedroom for the first time?

because he loved you, he’d waited through teen romances and college break ups for you and now katsuki bakugou was finally getting a taste of the girl he loved. “we shouldn’t— fuck, yn...i wanted to fuckin’ wait babe,” the blonde heaves under swipes of his tongue against your bottom lip, sitting up to force his pink muscle through your parted lips, exploring your hot mouth. it’s a messy exchange of spit and small, precious moans— your bodies sparking with heat as you press harder and harder against one another. “don’ wanna fuck ya like this, wanna wait...”

“katsuki,” you whine out so fucking sweetly that the sound goes straight to his throbbing cock pushed up against your doughy thighs. you grab at his hands that burn marks into your hips and drag them under your shirt, letting the blonde paw at your breasts while lust fizzes in the little air thats left between you. “katsu, don’ care just ...touch me...” you plead for him, beg your best friend between sloppy kisses and slow grinds of your hips above his hard on.

the blonde shudders at the feeling and the sound, your fat, slick folds practically visible through the thin layer of your leggings— they slide perfectly over his length, so warm that he can only begin to imagine what you feel like underneath all those clothes. his head spins at the way you call for him, like you need him, like you love him and how he makes you feel. “yeah baby?” bakugou coos lowly, sitting up to chase your lips as he takes control and moves your body over him. he ruts up, forcing his tip to push your pussy lips from over your clothes— smirking into the kiss when you desperately tut back. “you need me? want me to fuckin’ touch yer, yeah?”

you keen into his touch, losing trace of kastki’s lips as he tweaks your pebbled nipples from under your shirt— letting you roll your hips in circles to create friction against his sex. dopamine dances across your brain at the feeling of his thick, prominently veined cock pushing at your clit from underneath your clothes— it all feels so new, so fucking good like you’ve never felt it before. “suki, please... ohmygod please...y’so big, s’good...” you slur, breathing laboured from the way you hump his bulge.

“i know baby, suki knows,” katsuki pushes open your mouth with his tongue, swapping salvia with you before he starts to thrust upwards— your dripping cunt leaking all over his grey sweats. “dreamt of ya, seein’ you like this on my dick— fuck baby, s’much better than in my fuckin’ head. gonna let me make you cum, sweet girl? shit, need’ya to let me make you cum baby,”

you nod your lips push into a needy pout, so fucking cutely and it’s all for fucking him. all of it is for him. “wi-will you show me, suki?” you mumble with wanton, arching your back for him. large palms dance to your ass, gripping the flesh harshly before katsuki starts to push and you across his lap, desperate to see what faces you’ll make for him when you do reach your high. “will you show me what you did to me in your dreams?”

“‘course i will baby, your suki’s gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, show ya how good it feels’ta hump a fat cock like his, yeah? that what’cha want?” he whispers to you between slots of his mouth against yours, practically fucking it with his tongue to pacify you on top of him. katsuki is searing to the touch, rutting up into you with such vigour that your chest bounces and you jump up with each of his thrusts.

you pull away from bakugou’s swollen lips to bury your face in his neck, kitten like mewls escaping you as he pushes harder and harder on your puffy clit, sliding through your slick folds through your clothes. you latch onto his neck and suck to keep yourself content, pleasure filled tears sticking to your lashes. “mhm, s’what i want suki,” you whine, words muffled by the drool spilling from your mouth—creating a shine against his honey skin.

your best friend squeezes your ass once more, groaning with ruby eyes fluttering shut as he listens to you— his best friend, pleading for him to make her feel good. “suki?,” you ask again, calling his name in that heavenly way and desperately humping his cock.

he opens his eyes, dark smirk crossing his lips before grabbing your cheeks. “don’chu worry baby, anything ya ask suki for, yer gonna get. ‘m gonna make you see fuckin’ stars.” bakugou murmurs into the shell of your ear, punctuating his words with a sinful roll of his hips.

OMG YOUR DRABBLE ABOUT FLIGHT ANXIETY WAS AMAZING!! Do you think I could request a similar comfort one but maybe about insecurity? I did ballet for a while and it really messed up my perception of my body and how much I weigh and my eating habits. It was mainly pressure from my family rather than my teachers. THANKS LOVE <33

Insecurities

bakugou x fem!reader

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cw: talks about insecurity regarding body perception, bad family relationships

Ever since you started dancing all the way to the end of your career, constant pressure has been put on you to look like this and eat like this. And even though you didn’t continue to dance, the insecurity your family imbedded into your mind won’t go away, constantly looking at your body like there’s another costume to fit into; When in reality you were pretty, beautiful even, and if it takes your lovely bakugou to see that, then so be it.

There hasn’t been one morning that he has woken up and hasn’t greeted you with a “good morning my pretty girl” trying to show you how truly wonderful you are right when you awake from your slumber. Not a meal where he hasn’t made you the best feat of your life, whether it be leftovers or fresh this man always delivers a lot and only asks you eat what your hungry for. Not once has he ever made you feel less than. never.

He sees you’re trying and he sees that you are hesitant to talk about it, so the best he can do is care for you the best way he knows how, his actions. But when your family jumps into the mix it makes everything a lot more… difficult to say the least. Mom and dad badgering you about going to this “cool new gym not too far from here!” and grandma outright insulting you but it’s always played off as she’s old she can’t help it. And the worst, the worst of them all is your aunt, constantly chastising you about your lifestyle, you’re diet, and just overall appearance without a care for your feelings.

But she’s family at least that’s what you tell yourself when she needs a place to stay when she comes to visit. She’s blood is what you say when one of her jabs stings a little too much.

And nothing was ever said about how she treats you or what she says to you, always being too scared to speak up against family, but it changes at dinner when she sees the full plate of food your lovely boyfriend made for you.

“You shouldn’t be eating that much Y/N you know how easily you gain weight.” she says not even giving you a second glance before digging into her own plate. Bakugou could see the way you visibly shrank, the way you just moved food around on the plate to make it seem like you were eating.

“Quit rubbing your fork against the plate Y/N are you four?! You’ll ruin put lines on the-”

“Stop.” Bakugou interrupts, “Stop berating her for every little thing that she does.”

“Excuse me boy, but i’ve been in her life a lot longer than you and I know what’s best for her!” She spits

You can’t help but be mesmerized by the way he speaks to her as if everything she’s saying is utter bullshit. Giving her a bewildered expression when she says that “She’s fat! You’d think i’m doing you a favor!” followed by a laugh of disbelief.

“She’s perfect. She needs to eat when she’s hungry until she’s full without any comment from anyone. She needs to relax when she’s tired without being told to go work out. And she needs to not listen to shit faces like you who try to tell her she’s anything less than perfect! Now, i’m sorry but you can’t stay here. Y/N is stressed as is and we can’t have another thing making her life a living hell, especially her own family. You have 30 minutes to pack and then after that you’re gone.”

Your aunt sputters in surprise at the fact that he was right but instead of fighting back, she sits up from the table and walks to the guest room.

“S-suki…” You pull him into a crushing hug that almost makes you fall out of your chair, gripping his shirt while the tears fell into his chest.

“I know, baby. I know.” Bakugou whispers into your hair one last time.

He’s spend a lifetime showing you how much of an angel you are, inside and out. Even if he has his work cut out for him

TAGS 🏷:

@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana @melaniebakugo @keyz-writes @kuleo26 @sirensuki @theweasleysrule @asmaechan

Valentine’s day Event!!

It’s started late because I have been busy but every day for the rest of February there will be a new something for Bakugou!!! Please please please feel free to give me prompts/requests, everything but smut <3 happy reading!!!

Event fics here:

Day 1: More Thankful Than You Know

Day 2: So This Is Love

Day 3: s/o who’s love language is touch

Day 4: “Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

Day 5: I’ll Be Your Voice

i need more.

hey sweetheart! could I ask for Greek god!au with body worship, corruption and orgasm denial with hades!top!bakugo and persephone!reader being an absolute killer duo not only in the eyes of others but also in the bedroom? thank you xoxoxo

uuuh....ion even know 🙈😳 don’t look @ me.

(ft. hades!kats, body worship, corruption, f!reader, daddy!kink, orgasm denial)

“I said fuck me.”

Katsuki just rolls his eyes at that and you buck against his fingers, so frustrated that he’s so insistent on opening you up when he promised that he’d fuck you the moment you said you were ready.

“You’re not ready for my cock, Pretty,” he reasons and you whine, practically rolling around in the sheets in exasperation at this point. “Just a little longer.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago!” You huff, glaring him in the eyes. Katsuki growls.

“You want Daddy to make you feel good don’t you?”

“Yeah, you promised, but y—“ you’re interrupted by the curl of his fingers and it has your thighs tensing, knees rocketing to your abdomen in surprise. You blink up at the ceiling of your shared chamber.

“What was that?” You demand, propping yourself up on your forearms. Katsuki snorts, raising an eyebrow.

“Feels good?”

You whimper in confirmation, nestling into the silk sheets. Your body jolts as Katsuki’s digits hit the right spot and his free hand lifts to pinch at your nipple, and he finally answers your question.

“It’s called your g-spot, baby,” he says, chuckling when you tense again. “But only I can reach it—only Daddy can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, hips bucking against his palm, and Katsuki inserts another finger. You shudder.

“F-Full, Daddy,” you whimper, and Katsuki hums, crowding you against the bed to give you a peck on the lips.

“Yeah? ‘S it too much, pretty baby?” He asks and you shake your head. Katsuki coos, running his hand over your chest in favor of tweaking your nipple again. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. So pretty and strong...such a perfect wife for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, all yours,” you say, and gasp as you feel something building behind your navel. Your legs kick and your chest shudders in confusion. “Help Daddy, I—s-something’s coming—“

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks and you shrug, because you don’t know what that is. Katsuki clicks his tongue and his fingers stop, and you whine, hips bucking for any kind of stimulation.

“You can’t cum yet, sweetheart. You want to cum on my cock, don’t you? Wanna cum with daddy?”

You gasp with a nod and watch as Katsuki finally pulls his pants down. Yes. That’s what you want. To cum with Daddy.

step inside the kissing booth with katsuki bakugou! (ends march 20th!)

[8:47pm]

judge me all you want but i was watching monsters inc. while writing this 😈💪🏼 btw characters are in hs

rushed and not edited 😍🙌🏼

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Bakugou Katsuki is such a good kisser. It’s almost hard to believe that you were each other’s very first kisses he’s that good. You were almost always at his house and his mother absolutely adored you. However, whenever you started to get deep into a conversation with her, you were whisked away by your angry boyfriend.

He always always always takes your hand to lead you up the stairs and shuts his door. Wouldn’t want his old had to be spying on you guys now. Not that she would but he’s a little paranoid.

Bakugou leads you to his bed to which he will immediately pull you onto his lap so you are straddling him. “Sukiii, i just got here.” you whine. He begins to kiss down your neck, sucking your favorite spot then nipping at it lightly.

“Mmm, don’t care. Kiss me.” He says making his way further up your neck to your jawline. Once you finally begin to kiss him back, he adds more fevor to the kiss. Moving his head at the right times, sensually tonguing at your mouth in the most deliciously disgusting way possible.

“mm suki” He glances up at you but soon realizes you weren’t beckoning his attention, but more so calling out to him for more.

And then for the next hour or so before you had to go home it continued on like that. Slow sensual kisses, touches, hickeys around each other’s necks. But when it finally was time for you to leave, he will escort you back downstairs asking if you could stay for just a little longer.

“Oh, your leaving already Y/N? Well come back soon hun you’re always welcome!” His mom will say before looking at her son. “Katsuki what’s on your neck?” You take that as your sign to make a run for it, “Well, I um i’m gonna head out, bye suki love you, and bye mitsuki!” She turns back to her son to examine his neck further. “Oh my god, is it a hickey?!” “Hah?”

“Katsuki Bakugou you have a hickey on your neck go look.” She giggles out. Bakugou runs to the mirror to find the purple bruise located where his collar bone meets his neck, the spot that had him keening out for you.

“She is so dead” he mumbled going back to his room.

“Don’t be too hard on her now Katsuki,” Mitsuki calls from the bottom of the steps. “Yeah yeah whatever.”

suki<3: you left a hickey on my neck? how the fuck am i supposed to get this off?

Y/N🙄🧡: you didn’t seem to mind when i was doing it (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥

suki<3: well i didn’t really notice it when it was happening. and cut it with the stupid emoticons

Y/N🙄🧡: aww why cause it felt so good suki?? i’m flattered (>‿♥)

suki<3: keep tellin yourself that baby, hags callin me for dinner, i gotta go

suki<3: talk to you later. i love you, pretty 🧡

Y/N🙄🧡: i love you too suki <3333 smooch smooch

suki<3: 😘

Y/N🙄🧡: AHHHH OMGOMG YOU-

Y/N🙄🧡: IM SO IN LOVE

Y/N🙄🧡: MY BF IS SO NICE TO ME

Y/N🙄🧡: YOU LOVVVEEE MEEEEE

Y/N🙄🧡: KISSKISSKISSKISSKSS😘😘😘😘😘

read by suki<3 at 6:39pm

Good girl

Head empty, just thinking about huge dick, soft boi Katuski, and how he’s carving his way inside of your tight cunt with firm but gentle strokes. His hand is around your throat, the only thing keeping you grounded, because you feel like you’re floating in a pool of ecstasy, a blissful fog muddling your mind, and the only thing you can hold on to is him, or else you’ll drift away. Your voice is cracked, having screamed out your last release, yet he persists, and each time he brings you closer to another, he purrs so softly in your ear, “you gonna cum f’me?” and in your lusty haze all you can do is grip his thick wrist in your tiny hands to ground yourself, back arching off the bed at his words, and you do… you do cum for him, crying out, with fat tears clinging to your lashes, and he slows his thrusts; massaging your fluttering, gooey walls with his thick cock. He curls himself over you, hand still gripped so gently around your delicate throat, and he kisses you. The kiss is slow and erotic, and possessive, and when he pulls away you see vermillion eyes, with pupils blown wide, and his raspy voice cuts through the fogginess of your euphoria, each word punctuated by the gentle roll of his hips, and as he bullies his way back inside your creamy center, “Good, fucking, girl…” 

be nice to people >:(

hii!! i just found ur blog (rlly cute theme btw) and I wanted to submit a fluff or smut (or both idk) letter w bakugo please

hope u have a good day or night and remember to rest ☺️

@esloao requests: could you do both letters involving bakugo when he miss reader while they're separated?

A/N: you won’t even believe it (because I don’t even believe it) but this is my first smut that I’ve ever written LMAO.

INCLUDES: PRO-HERO BAKUGO X fem CIVILIAN READER

WARNINGS: vulgar language, smut, fluff

FLUFF! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED it feels as if all odds are against you. The days pass, each one longer than the other. You felt as if another part of you was missing from your soul, and the rest of you was functioning on autopilot— no one told you how hard it is to date a pro-hero…

Let alone that pro-hero being the #2 ranked hero in the country.

Depending on the urgency of the mission, Bakugo would regularly call you. Around two-three times a day. One in the morning, one at work, and one at night.

Your co-workers would see how you beamed at your phone when the call log showed your boyfriends name. A light squeal would slip from your mouth as your scurry away from your post to answer the phone call.

Most of the phone conversations would consist of your boyfriend asking you if you slept/ate well. And if you haven’t done any of those things he’ll cuss you out immediately.

Or when you’d tell him how your day was, telling him how stressful work was. He’d tell you you get some rest…knowing you won’t but it’s the thought that counts.

Sometimes, most of the phones calls are of you just being nosy— you regularly ask your boyfriend what he’s doing for his mission, regardless of how “top secret” the mission was supposed to be.

“What? So you go to the area to find no hostages and it was all a false call?” You say, confused and irritated at the news your partner tells you.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe the top agency, left my girl all alone at home for a week! Just for this bullshit,” your boyfriend snarled. You become warm at his sweet undertone of words.

“I mean- this is a high school level scenario, I swear we must be getting punked–“

“Does this mean you’re coming home early?” You coo. This makes Bakugo chuckle on the other line.

“Yes baby, hold your horses I’ll be there later.”

SMUT! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED things can get a little carried away when you finally see each other again.

You sit on the couch, waiting impatiently, staring— burning holes into the front door of your shared home. You missed him so much, you needed him so bad.

Not to get sentimental, but everyday you spend with him feels like your last. Dating a pro-hero takes mental strength. Knowing that the person you wake up next to might not make it to kiss you goodnight is heart breaking to think about.

It was a harsh ideology to accept, and you still haven’t accepted it.

So every time you hear those keys jingle, and every time you watch that door open to see your loving boyfriends amber eyes shoot around the room to be met with yours. You immediately jump at him, holding onto hip like if you looked away for one mere second he’d disappear.

And every. single. time. your boyfriend comes home, this leads to the best sex you’ve ever had.

Legs hitched behind your head as your loving boyfriend pounds into you, each thrust burning so lustfully.

Sweat dripping from his forehead and onto yours, your loud breathy moans and his heavy grunts filled the room like a thick fog.

There was no time for words, only action.

His eyes looked into yours, staring into your tear glazed eyes and through to your soul. His hands clawed onto the back of your thighs, deep moans with each thrust.

Your arms shakily wrapped around his neck, nails digging deep into his scalp as you loudly moan, sloppily thrusting your hips forward for more pleasure.

“Y’missed me baby?” He growled, the loud slaps of your skin against his acts as beats of silence, which only makes you shiver.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, licking your dry lips you try your best you look at him, but your eyes roll back and shut as you let out another wanton moan.

“You missed taking my dick didn’t ya?” Bakugo leans down, applying more pressure to your legs. Now his hard thrusts slow into his pelvis slowly rolling into your wetness.

Your eyes shoot open, you squeal as your boyfriend hits those bundles of nerves he knew he needed to hit. Letting out a gasp, you arms shoot from his neck and start to crawl at his back.

“Mhm!” You shake your head rapidly, as all you hear is the heavy breathing between the two of you.

“Mm thought so” Bakugo growls in your ear. Your boyfriend continues to rolls his hips, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Y-y’know, every fuckin time I leave here…all I think about is you and my pussy” He says.

My?

The simple word that left his mouth makes you clench so hard— it makes the both of you breathless, you hear your boyfriend let out a loud moan.

“Shit, you like that? You like your pussy only belonging to me, honey?” He moans, you couldn’t even speak anymore.

“You like knowing that this is my pussy and only mines? You love how I make my pussy feel s’good?” He growls in your ear, he stops his grinding only to reposition himself. Growling, he slowly pulls out—soon slamming his length back in.

This makes you scream out.

“Katsuki!” Tears streaming down your face, the makeup you put on today melting off with ease.

Now, every thrust was rough with no intention of stopping.

“Fuck, Y/n!” He whimpers, head touching yours as he sloppily peppers kisses all over your face.

“Katsuki I’m gonna f’kin…cum,” eyes rolling back as your head slams onto the soft pillow.

“Yeah? Your gonna cum using your dick?” He whispers, eyes rolling back as he nears his end as well.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum using my dick” you moan out. Bakugo let’s out a half-chuckle, reaching down to caress your face with his warm hands. He places a warm, soft kiss on your lips.

Looking at his face, you notice that he was teary eyed as well. The eyeliner he used for his hero work smears as tears trickle down his cheeks.

“I love y-you,” Bakugo breathes out. This makes your breath hitch.

Bakugo is the type to rarely say those three words. He doesn’t take these words lightly. So you knew that when he meant it, he meant it.

“I love you too, Katsuki” you whimper giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Soon taking a hand from his back to caress his face.

You knew that you saying his first name was his weak spot. As you could tell the way his hips stuttered and his eyes slowly roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m cummin, fuck!”

Bakugo soon thrusts at a lethal pace, the only sound in the room was the slapping of your skin. As the both of you reach climax, orgasming hard and silent.

Time goes by as Bakugo collapses on top of you, bodies rising and falling as the only sounds are the pace of your slow breaths. You hold on tight to Bakugo, tears still streaming down your face as you revel in the moment.

You missed Katsuki, and he missed you too.

RRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! FIRST SMUT EVER LETS GO

I hope you liked this, I’m sorry if it’s cringey but I thought I did good, please let me know how I did or this will loom over my existence for the rest of my life :)

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

i’m gonna vent rq because none of you really know me and it feels safe here

i’m so burnt out from listening to other peoples problems. don’t get me wrong i will gladly help and give solutions but it just feels like when i need it no one reciprocates it. and i don’t know how to bring it up to some people but i’m struggling so hard and i don’t know what to do. i just want my friends.

hello kitty band-aids

pairing: spider-man!iwaizumi x reader

words: 1.7k

summary: your friendly neighborhood spider-man needs your help to treat his wounds

genre: marvel au, fluff, sfw, humor

tw: wounds, blood

You still don’t know how exactly you got involved with him. One day he was your classmate, then you two were assigned to work together on a physics assignment, and the next thing you knew you were keeping Spider-Man's biggest secret, his identity.

Like every other girl in your school, you idolized him - the superhero, not Iwaizumi -. You acted like a fangirl whenever you saw him swinging around the streets or when he showed up on the news after saving people from a fire. Having someone to protect the city made you feel safe because you knew that if you ever needed help, Spider-Man would show up to save you, besides that, not knowing who he was gave him a mysterious and intriguing air. You found yourself awake at night dreaming of who your hero crush was and what he looked like, unbeknownst that he sat only a few desks away from you in class.

At first, you couldn’t comprehend how an eighteen-year-old teenager could be fighting bad guys in the streets when, logically, adults are stronger than him, but after Hajime pulled a truck with his web to save a kid inside it, all your doubts about his powers vanished.

And as much as people think superheroes are untouchable and invincible, even the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man has his bad days, which is why he is knocking on your window right now, trying to get you to let him in.

Iwaizumi can hear the loud music blasting inside the room and moves to the edge of the glass to see past the curtains. A soft smile that hurts his busted lips takes over his face as he sees you dancing in front of your bed with a microphone - also known as your hairbrush - in your hands. He chuckles while you jump in your place with your eyes closed, too emerged in the song to focus on anything else. Hajime could stay there for hours, watching how you act when no one else is around. However, the cut on his side is still bleeding and he needs to put some ice on his left wrist.

So he shifts to the side, behind the cloths covering the windows so you won’t be embarrassed that he was watching your concert, and knocks on the glass hard enough to be heard over the music.

Mere seconds later, you open the windows and let out a tiny gasp when you acknowledge the state he is in.

“Oh my God, Iwa, you look awful.”

“Thank you, you sure know how to flatter a man, Y/n.”

“Just get in already.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his wrist, immediately letting it go once a hiss escapes through his gritted teeth. Iwaizumi slips into your room, careful not to knock anything down as he does so. He plops on the floor and leans his back on your bed, his right-hand touches the side of his ribs, and he feels his fingers getting wet.

“Y/n, can you get the first aid kit, please?” He breathes out and rests his head back on the mattress.

Now that he is in a safe place, far from all the danger, the adrenaline in his veins disappears and he feels his body hurting all over. Maybe he should listen to you for once and go to a hospital to take care of all the injuries that most certainly left sequels behind, but why would he when the hospital doesn’t have the Hello Kitty’s band-aid’s you always put on his wounds?

“You know, I should start charging you, I had to buy three new kits during the past two months, my mom even asked if someone was beating me up at school because of all the ointment I’m using.”

Hajime can’t laugh because of the pain in his toráx, so he settles with a smirk instead. You take a mental picture of the sight. Why do men with busted lips and bloody cheeks smirking look so damn attractive? How is that even possible?

You quickly walk to the bathroom to hide your blushed cheeks, take the white box from the cabin and lock the door once you return to your room. There’s no one home besides you and Iwaizumi, but you rather not take any chances of your parents coming home early and finding someone with you.

When you look at Hajime, you wish you had locked yourself outside of the room. Spider-Man has the upper part of his uniform resting around his hips, his muscular torso exposed and his chest rising and falling quickly. You can swear your cheeks are melting from how hot they feel.

Your moment of thirst is cut short when you take notice of the cut on his rib, it’s not bleeding so much anymore due to the pressure Iwaizumi put on it, but it still looks bad.

“Iwa, what happened?”

You kneel beside him and pull everything out of the box so you can treat him.

“Five guys were breaking into a jewelry store, I went down to stop them, but I didn’t see a sixth guy coming closer. He had a knife, and the rest you know.”

“Don’t you have a sixth sense? How could you not see him coming.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep inhale while you drag a cloth wet with alcohol across his wound.

“I had my mind somewhere else.”

“What could you possibly be thinking of while fighting bad guys?”

“Doesn’t matter right now.” He turns his head to the other side, but not before you catch a glimpse of his reddened cheeks.

With the blood out of the way, you can see the injury more clearly. You wonder if it needs a couple of stitches or not, you’re just a high-schooler after all, you’re definitely not the one Hajime should be going to treat his wounds. But knowing the brunette, he is too stubborn to go to a hospital, so you’ll have to take it into your hands to fix him.

You try your best to stay focused on your task, but the hardened ridges of his muscles call out for you. Just a little glance. It won’t hurt. Yes, it will. We’re only inches away, he won’t even notice you looking at us.

You give in to temptation, and as you apply ointment to the cut you let your eyes shift to the center of his abs. So that is what he’s been hiding all this time. Seijoh’s uniform for sure doesn’t make Hajime justice. His six-pack stares back at you in all its handsome glory, his chest makes you want to lay on it, and his shoulders mock you into thinking of how they move when he’s lifting some weight. Oh, if only you could take a glance at his back to see if it is nearly as perfect as his front, it probably is, even the motherfucker's calves are hot.

Panic settles in when you feel something hot under your hand, only then do you realize your fingers are tracing the edges of his muscles — touching Iwaizumi, touching his abs. You look up to him to find olive eyes already staring at you, seeing through your soul.

You pull your hand back as if he was a walking disease and pretend you’re busy organizing the first-aid supplies while he coughs into his hand.

“The injury is fixed.” You say, clasping your hands together.

“Thanks.” He says, avoiding eye contact with you. “Could you put a band-aid on my cheek?”

You nod and reach out to the Hello Kitty stamped card box on your nightstand, always in sight for unexpected moments - like this one - when your hero comes over.

Hajime lays his head back again and you hover over him, face to face. With a gentle touch, you clean the cut with a cotton ball then place the pink band-aid on his skin. Getting out of your focus, you lock eyes with Iwaizumi, who watched you the whole time you treated his face. You gulp.

“My lip is busted.”

“I can see that.”

Silence.

“Will you treat it?”

“Yes.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and reach out to the kit, but he stops you before you grab it.

“Why don’t you kiss it better?”

Suddenly, the air seems denser inside your lungs.

“…What?”

Hajime slowly lifts his hand and cups your left cheek as if testing waters. His eyes watch yours for any signs of reluctance and he pulls you closer unhurriedly, to give you enough time to get away in case you change your mind.

Your lips hover over one another, not touching completely, yet you can feel the high point of his upper lip so close to the gap between yours that it almost feels like you’re kissing. But you’re not, and every hair of your body standing up in a goosebump urges for you to close the less than millimetric gap separating you two.

“Y/n! I brought you some manjū! It was fresh out of the oven.” Your mom shouts from the other side of the door, making you jump in your place.

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath.

Iwaizumi quickly gives you a peck and swiftly gets up from the floor while you push all the medical supplies under your bed.

“Y/n?! Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just a minute!” You yell, voice wavering from panic.

Hajime struggles with his uniform. Besides the rush, his ribs hurt- correction, his whole body hurts, and as much as he’s trying not to make any sounds, there’s only so much pain one can take. You quickly step in to help and glare at him to be silent.

In record time you dress him up and push him gently towards your window.

“Bye. Thanks.” He whispers rushily and kisses your cheek before swinging away.

“Y/n?!”

You fly across the room and open the door wide.

“Hi, mom.” You smile

“What were you doing?”

“Uh… push-ups!”

She looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

“Okay…? Here’s your manjū, Sweetie.”

“Thanks a lot, mom. I’m gonna finish my push-ups now, bye.”

You close the door and collapse on your bed. The recent events were so comic you wanted to laugh. Instead, you sit up and start chewing on the bean-filled sweet, and only then you realize.

Spider-man kissed you.

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