“just Don’t Leave Me Alone, Wondering Where You Are.”

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 3

Tw: Suggestive langue (some one asked me to tw insinuated texts but idk how to label it 😅), drunk Kats

Did someone say LONG BLURB!?

Everyone knew Friday nights were the nights Katsuki stayed over and the two of you watched terrible movies while yapping about anything and everything under the sun. It had been that way since you were in school, sneaking in and out of each others dorms to enjoy whatever new movie your classmates had been raving about that week. So spending last Friday alone without good reason (like when he’d been out of town for work) you felt a sense of emptiness.

That feeling was the reason you’d invited Mina over, bribing her with sweets and the newest chick flick. She was worried when you asked, knowing you had always watched movies with your mutual friend- but she’d also heard that the two of you still hadn’t talked and she didn’t want you to be alone if you wanted company.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness yet.” Mina giggles, tossing a chocolate into her mouth as you both ignore the movie playing. It was a movie you and Katsuki had made fun of when you’d seen the preview just weeks ago, so you weren’t too interested in it to begin with. “He’s been acting like a wounded puppy all week, dragging his feet with his shoulders all slumpy.”

“He’s probably busy.” A scoff echos around the two of you as you repeat the first message from who ever had his phone the night before he ditched you. She was likely the reason he ‘forgot’ and you hated that you were upset with the stranger for being his distraction. “He’s never ditched me, especially not when it came to helping my students so it stings a bit more than it probably should.”

“The two of you hardly fight, Kirishima and I had a running bet that you guys were secretly married.” Adjusting your blanket that laid across your lap, you roll your eyes. It’s not the first time someone’s joked they thought you and your bestfriend were together, but it was annoying all the same. “What!? He looks at you like you’re a gift from the gods, forgive me for thinking he’s in love with you.”

“Mina- I’ve literally told you your presence could solve world hunger. Friends are supposed to love each other, especially ones who’ve been through the things we have.” The things you’d been through with Katsuki were contributing factors to the anger you held, he promised to never break a promise and here he was doing it. “Plus, he’s not trying to be tied down anyway.”

“So you’ve thought about it?” Mina squeals, reaching over to excitedly tap your shoulder. “Oh my gosh! Tell me your thought process.”

Of course in the years you’d known him you’d let your mind wonder to places far last the line of friendship. You’d been his plus one to many hero events, so you knew how it felt to hold onto him and be escorted around. You’d laid in his lap every Friday night while his fingers massaged your scalp gently, which made you know he was a lot softer than everyone perceived him.

And- Obviously you’d caught yourself staring at the way his arms flexed when he lifted your furniture every few months when you wanted to switch things up. You’d blushed more times than you could remember when he’d change out of his hero suit in front of you, leaving him in just his boxers as he complained about work and you all but drooled at the site of his toned body and achingly attractiveness.

“I haven’t, not really.” She knew you were lying. Hell, you knew you were lying too. But being more than friends meant jeopardizing the friendship you fought so hard to have. “He’s really sweet, and attractive obviously- but it wouldn’t work. He’s angry, and clearly doesn’t prioritize keeping his word, not to mention he has literally told me he didn’t plan on settling down with anyone.”

“Maybe he said that because none of those girls have been you.”

—

The night ended shortly after Mina filled your mind with more questions than you could even rationalize finding answers for. If Katauki had ever felt anything for you, he’d of said something. He was the most upfront and honest person you’d ever met and never left things unsaid.

But that didn’t stop the way your heart raced when you saw yet another phone call coming in, the caller ID displaying his name brightly in the dim light of your bedroom. He was calling you and nearly midnight, when he usually went to bed by 10pm most nights, the rare exception being the very few times you talked him into going out.

“Hello?” Your throat burns dryly as you give in and answer after the first few rings. “Are you alright?”

“No. You’re being a brat.” He had an uneven sway to his voice you instantly recognized as intoxication. Which wasn’t something he usually partook in, he usually was the very grumpy DD anytime he’d gone out. “I’m out side your door, let me in so I can sleep.”

“Katsuki, go home.” You sigh, throwing your legs over the side of your bed to walk to the door. You knew he wasn’t going home, no use in wasting time. “Who did you go out with?”

“The door. Open.” You hear a faint thump as you make your way through the hall, flipping on the light switch. You could already imagine his head pressed against the other side of the door, his arm held above his head upright. “Cmon kid, I’m tired.”

“Oh, shush.” Your fingers switch the lock, his hand fumbling in the other side with the door handle. “It’s unlocked, you know where the blankets are.”

Hed just finally made it inside when you turned back down the hallway and made your way to your bedroom. He was drunk, so you would never turn him away- but you were still mad at him and didn’t plan on talking to him tonight.

“Ah, hey!” Your ears perk, hearing the sounds of his heavier than usual footsteps stampeding closer until he’s stood in your doorway with a breath taking blush across his pale cheeks. “I’m sorry, alright? Sorry. Ya hear me, I’m apologizing.”

“Drink some water and go to sleep, I expect you to be gone when I wake up.” Although, you didn’t. He’d probably wake you up with breakfast made and coffee brewing on the counter. When he doesn’t move to leave you groan, throwing your head back as you sit on your bed. “You hurt my feelings, pushed my teaching back nearly an entire day because I wanted for you- then you show up drunk!? Go to sleep Katsuki.”

You watch as his eyes blink rapidly and he shakes his head, likely trying to shake the liquor from his system so he can see clearly. It’s not until his hands reach down to pull at the hem of his black t shirt that you’re able to look away, even after you’ve heard the fabric hit the floor you can’t tear your eyes from your lap where they’ve landed.

“Scoot.” His hand lands on your knee, causing you to jump. You hadn’t even heard him move from the door way, but lifting your head you nearly bump noses from his proximity. “I’m tired, your couch is empty. So scoot.”

With his hand gently pushing against you, you slide yourself over and allow him to climb in beside you. Something about the quiet, gently tone of his voice made you give in and not question why he’d suddenly disliked sleeping in your living room. He sounded defeated, exhausted and entirely unaware of the situation, you could forgive him long enough for him to sleep the weight of his worry away.

“You’re still a brat.” He yawns, the whisky stained heat of his breath fanning over the back of your neck as you feel him pulling himself closer. “I’ll come talk to those brats you teach next time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You sigh, tensing as his heavy arm drops over the dip of your waist. What was happening? Was he returning the drunk cuddle you’d given him weeks ago? Why were your palms sweating? “Kats, you’re drunk.”

“Mhm, and you’re finally done giving me the silent treatment.” His arm snakes around you tighter, your stomach twisting nervously as his head presses against the back of your shoulder. “You smell like you.”

“Thank you?” You can’t help but chuckle at him. “Get some sleep, Kats.”

“I can’t sleep if you’re still mad at me. I-It’s driving me insane to not talk to you.” You could tell, he’d called you multiple times since you’d been giving him the silent treatment. “I can’t lose you again, I’m sorry. I won’t get caught up in my feelings again- just let me make it up to you.”

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” He nods against your shoulder, his chest meeting your back as you snuggle into your pillow and try to deny how nice it felt to be held by your best friend. “Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

He was more than drunk, he was wasted.

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keigo breeding kink

aughoighdfgs this might get filthy warnings: light choking? pussy slapping (idk what to call it), manhandling, mating press, creme pieeeeeee!!!!! overstim implied, porn without plot, minors dni

what started out as something flirty-- teasing, something more sensual-- turned into something primal the moment you fired back at his teasing with, "fuck a baby into me then."

something snapped. his eyes dilated, and a certain tick formed in his jaw-- you were sitting on top of him, perched over to position yourself to ride him, until that little challenge left your mouth and you were promptly thrown onto your back.

keigo is usually not rough with you. yeah, he'll go a little hard sometimes-- but he's never explicitly rough and mean. degrading.

the minute he has you pinned to the mattress he's forcing your legs apart and ignoring your protests. his hand wraps around your throat-- all five fingers, with his thumb stroking the side of your neck. it's gentle, not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to send a message. it's firm, it lets you know he's not messing around anymore.

his thumb presses firmly down on your clit, unmoving. you squirm under the hold, but the way he has you locked down doesn't allow you to move very much. you're keening for friction-- anything, really-- you're used to this. while it's a bit more forceful than usual, this is the kind of teasing and play that you're used to from him.

when your half lidded gaze meets his, you're startled to see that he's holding back. his fingers flex around the column of your throat and he lets out a shaky exhale of breath when he can feel you physically swallow.

"kei," you murmur, your eyebrows furrow the slightest bit. "you oka--"

"say it again."

the low timbre of his voice sends a dangerous chill down your spine. you feel your entire body grow hot, a fuzzy pull of warmth pooling in your gut. your eyes don't leave his at all.

it's silent until it clicks in your brain. he's calling your bluff.

you don't know what possesses you, but you giggle at him. "do it, keigo. breed me."

keigo turns his head, a low curse leaving his mouth. he then lifts you up by your neck towards him so he can speak his next words directly into your mouth. "i pray to god your birth control fails after i'm done filling you to the brim."

he doesn't let you respond. his fingers move to dig into the plush of your thighs as he pushes them upwards, pinning them to your lower stomach before there's a sharp slap to your exposed cunt. your body jolts, surprised. your hands are reaching for him, nails digging into his forearms and clawing down his biceps-- but he's not listening.

he'll let the fact that he's shocked that you're turned on by this stew in his brain later.

after a couple more taps, a satisfied little coo escapes his lips at the puddle forming under you on the bedsheet. "you're not gonna deny that you're turned on by this, are you, angel?"

fuck, no you're not.

because at this point, tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes. pleas and whines are falling from your lips, begging for something-- him, really-- just wanting and needing him to give you want you want. he knows what you want, and he's fully planning on making you say it out loud, but the way his dick is throbbing takes the wind out of his lungs.

it's on instinct how he moves, fist wrapped around the base of his cock; pumping once, twice and a third time before the head slips past your folds and he hisses at the lack of resistance. your warmth accepts him so easily, so smoothly, he doesn't even realize he's buried to the hilt until your back is arching off of the mattress.

your legs are already trembling. he nudges just the slightest bit further and smirks at the cry that leaves your mouth. that's the spot.

keigo does not care that you're already babbling nonsense. with each thrust he repeatedly prods that sensitive spot inside of you, purring when he feels your walls spazzaming around him. he leans down, his lips mouthing at your ear as he bends you further, causing you to gasp for air with each moan-- his hips continue to push against the plush of your ass.

"that's right," he murmurs, tone seductively low and strained. "give it to me baby, be a good girl and give it to me..."

you know what he wants. who are you to deny him?

the wave of euphoria washes over your entire body and you see stars. the stimulation doesn't stop however, even as you feel keigo empty himself inside of you. his satisfied groans were drowned out by your pornographic moans, growing breathier and raspier when he hooks the back of your knees over his shoulders.

"kei, baby wait--"

"gotta-- fuck-- make sure it sticks, dove," his hands roam up your legs and find purchase on your hips. he catches sight of your dazed expression and glazed over eyes and pats your hip affectionately. the action feels more condescending paired with that stupid smirk that stretches across his lips. he tilts his head, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment.

"what? just giving what you asked for."

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deaf!bakugou likes to feel the vibrations of your body.

to paint a clear picture, he doesn’t have his hearing aids in, and you two are in resting in bed after a few rounds of making love (and consoling your fiancée when he started tearing up and signing about how he was fucking pissed he couldn’t hear you moaning his name)

the sun’s orange glow as it sets just outside your window beams a gorgeous light onto you both, glistening with sweat. it’s a comfortable few minutes before you remember a juicy story you’d overheard earlier that day, and you gently tap the space next to your lover (you didn’t have to though cuz he was already staring at you with cheesy adoration).

you slightly pull yourself away from his beefy chest to begin expressively signing your daily piece of gossip. you always speak out loud when you sign, even though you know he can’t hear you. and as you’re signing with speedily, facial expressions big and enthusiastic, katsuki’s eyes dart to your lips every two seconds, nostalgically remembering the sound of your gorgeous voice before the war.

he huffs, signing wait. you pause with confusion before he shuffles forward so two of his fingers could rest on your throat. he feels you swallow and a little grin writes itself upon his face. he gives you a tiny nod to continue. and he smiles at the heavy buzzing against his digits.

Is it the same reader with mental health issues who divorced Bakugo, but he still hangs around? I'm v curious to know about her

the very same <3

tw: suicide

its... hard for him to explain to his friends and family. Whenever he starts, it makes him seem heartless.

The two of you had been sitting in silence since you had come home, television off, lights dimmed. Dinner was sandwiches from the store downstairs, the only place open so late at night. You picked at the bread, spreading it across your plate instead of in your mouth. His food is long gone, but he sits anyway, silently fuming.

"My throat hurts," you say and the string inside him snaps.

"Yeah. They jammed a fucking tube down your throat, of course it fucking hurts." He pushes away from the table so hard that the plates rattle. There should be a sorrow inside him, or an empathy, but the only thing his brain can produce is this seething rage.

You, on the other hand, give nothing. "Don't yell at me."

"Oh, I'm gonna fucking yell." He paces along the same kitchen that you used to dance in on Satueday mornings, when the sun hit just right. No, he isn't yelling. Not yet. "This isn't even the fucking beginning of me fucking yelling at you."

"I'm tired, Katsuki."

Of course you are. The hospital was so bright and loud and your body went through so much-

"Oh, you're tired?" Now, he's yelling. It's the kind of shit that the neighbor'a will complain about. "You weren't the one scrubbing blood out of the fucking bathtub last night."

You adjust your sleeves down, as if he hasn't already seen. As he if wasn't the one to-

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Bakugo knows he's being too harsh, but it won't stop flowing out of him, like his body is a sieve and awfulness just seeps through him. "You wanna die that bad? You want to leave me that bad?"

He prefers the days you fight back. Once, you threw a plate so hard that it cracked the tile and shattered so hard it cut both of your legs. At least then, there was life in your eyes.

"I'm tired," you repeat.

"Get help." He's so loud that it makes his voice ache. "Or I'm walking out that fucking door and never coming back. I'm serious. I'm so fucking serious."

Your expression doesn't change.

"I'm so tired, Katsuki."

You had a bad habit of catching an attitude with your boyfriend. Most days he wouldn’t mind it and actually found it attractive, but this time he was determined to find out why you were throwing a fit.

So it was no surprise you were under him like this and tied so there was no way you were getting out of this conversation.

18+ ⭐️

“As nice as it is seeing you like this, m’ gonna need you to talk me”

You were currently pinned by your boyfriend who had your hands tied above your head. Just to make sure you weren’t gonna escape he held your wrists together and had his knee pressed gently between your legs.

You turned your head to the side with a pout, refusing to talk to him.

He couldn’t help but bite back a grin. This little tantrum you were throwing was cute to him, but it wasn’t gonna get you what you wanted.

He leaned down towards you, gently grazing his lips against your jawline.

“I’m starting to think you like being tied up like this” he teasingly whispered into your ear

You turned to look at him in retaliation only for a moan to leave your lips and the sudden feeling of his knee pressed against your clothed pussy.

“So I was right..” he started kissing down your jawline and making his way to your shoulder where your shirt fell.

“You just wanted my attention”

From the way you melted into his touch he knew he was right. Was this because he left you a little earlier than usual this morning ? Making sure to still kiss you ‘good morning’ with breakfast already made but it clearly wasn’t enough for you.

You tried moving your hands only for his grip on your wrists to tighten.

“Mnm”

He stood up now, looking at the desperation on your face as you needly grinding against his leg.

“Hanta-“

“Hm ?” His lips came close to yours, he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to say it..

“Please” and before you could say anything more his lips crashed onto yours, his tongue passing through your lips to meet yours in a kiss that only made the tension in your stomach grow.

He kept his right hand placed on your wrists while his left came down to your hips, gently pressing your further down his leg.

You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips feeling your clit finally getting some sort of stimulation.

“You’re gonna cum for me like this.”

—

“Then maybe we can talk about removing this tape” and he gently tugged at the bondage around your wrists until it snapped back in place.

Needy.

thank you for doing the last smau with the MHA boys getting into a fight because of you! can I request another smau with telling them "don't get mad okay"?

ღ"Don't get mad okay?"

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou

ʚCont: crack⤑Back to navigation

sae and oliver betting on you in poker

.ᐟ sign this for me

k.takami smau

when you’re the assistant to the #2 hero

a/n: i made an exception with half my screen missing to post for keigo’s birthday. back into my hole i go

m.list

Looking up at the sun.

Part 4 of my EraserMight fake marriage AU! It’s almost time to face the mighty music. Midnight is not amused but hilarity will certainly ensue.

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