#kirishima x sick reader

[bunnyyyuu]

SICKLY VICTORIAN CHILD — mha smau

cotains: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, timeskip! boys

[pacifistsworstnightmare]

SICK AS A DOG — mha smau

cough.. cough.... someone's sick! here's how we deal with that..!

feat. katsuki, izuku, eijirou, hanta, denki, hitoshi, shota, keigo, touya, & tomura [ whole gang bleh ]

a/n : i'm sicky as all hell rn .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠. projecting my symptoms on these losers!

m.list !

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki hates black coffee. it's so obvious it's almost painful. the face he makes when it's done brewing, the way it takes him taking a deep breath and chugging the entire thing in one go to finish and the deep, deep sigh he let's out afterwards.

it's obvious, too obvious. you know it, he knows it.

but he insists on drinking it every single day.

every morning he makes it exactly the same and you just cannot understand why. and you're determined to find out.

today you're both off work. it's been happening less frequently and you couldn't be happier to spend time with your man today. he must've been dead tired, because you woke up before him and his alarm, that he has even though he always manages to wake up before it rings, so you sneakily turn it off and escape from his bear like grip to sneak to the kitchen.

like the great, amazing, loving partner you are, you decide to make him breakfast in bed. you know that despite him not liking overly sweet foods, he still likes him some sugar. you make him pancakes like you know he likes, a family recipe you still haven't told him. you know it's a bit petty, but if he found out he'd probably be able to replicate them to a t immediately and you like taking care of him, and you like the feeling that bubbles in your chest when he groans happily when the food hits his tastebuds and he gobbles it up.

your secret stays safe with you for now.

tray in hand and returning to your bedroom, you're surprised but definitely happy to see him still asleep when you're done. you smile, he truly does deserve the rest after all the work he'd done. you place the tray onto your night stand, running your hands over his eyebrows and slowly running over his messed up hair, thumbing at his hairline. his eyebrows slowly furrow as he tries to lean into it, cheek smudged against the pillow.

"baby.." you sing, katsuki grumbles, shoving his head into his pillow.

"katsuki.." you giggle, running your hand over his back to ease him into waking up. he flips around in an instant, raising an arm up and stretching, his other arm reaches for yours. you give it to him, he squeezes your hand and runs his other one through his hair.

"hi.." you chirp sweetly, katsuki grunts in response, squeezing your hand again in greeting.

"..how long've you been up ?" he asks, voice still deep and gruff from just waking up.

"about an hour.." you respond quietly, easily talking and not in a rush for once. katsuki's eyebrows furrow in confusion and his head whips towards his phone, grabbing it and checking his alarm that had been mysteriously turned off. he turns to squint at you and you giggle, he pinches your thigh and mutters out a "dummy.."

he sniffs the air when he registers the smell of pancakes, and his head quickly zips over to the tray you'd placed there for him. his ears turn pink "you didn't have to do this." you notice how he refrains from adding an affectionate insult towards the end of his sentence, you laugh.

"i know, but i wanted to. now eat up before it gets cold !" you grinned. katsuki sighs, a soft smile pulling at his face before he ducks his head, grabbing the tray and placing it in his lap. his eyes close the moment he gets a bite and your heart beats hard against your chest.

"you seem to be enjoying that." you say cheekily.

" 'm gonna get that recipe outta you one day." he vowed, pointing his fork at you, he groans when he gets another bite "so fuckin' good.." he mutters to himself between bites. you chortle.

after swallowing a few bites in silence, katsuki smacks his lips before he talks again "you just gonna watch me eat ?"

"i'm liking this view," you respond, leaning against your hand and sighing dramatically. katsuki rolls his eyes, an unmistakable blush crosses his cheeks before he's beckoning you over with a 'come here' motion, picking a piece of pancake onto his fork and placing a hand underneath the other as he brings it closer to your lips. "open up," he orders, and you do, tasting your work. you hum happily, and he watches you intently as you do. his eyes drift over to the mug still untouched on the nightstand.

a mug of coffee. black.

he frowns almost immediately, you don't need to look away to know why. you see how he tries to fix his face immediately, you assume so as not to hurt your feelings, your heart warms just a bit more. but you can't help but tease him.

"better drink it before it gets cold.." you sing, trying to sound unbothered. katsuki's grunt borders on a whine as he places his tray to the side. he picks up the mug, making sure to scowl at the black liquid inside, he inhales, before gulping it up quickly.

only to stop, eyebrows furrowing curiously at the flavour.

"it's--"

"good ?" you smile knowingly, you lean back a bit, pressing your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. you swing slightly side to side.

katsuki slowly blinks at you "what d'you.."

"i put some sugar in it." you admit, you see how katsuki's face drops, eyebrows flying to his hairline. "katsuki, we both know you don't like it plain black. i don't see why you can't just have some sugar in it." you shrug "i know you've got your diet, but it won't kill you."

he leans back, shrinking into the headboard like he'd been caught committing a crime. his lips pull up into a frown.

"i know that, that's not the problem.." he downs the rest of his drink and he sighs afterwards, it almost sounds like a sigh of relief. it makes you snort. "then what is ?"

"i dunno..hadn't had it in a while and figured i'd try it again, see if i like it."

"but you clearly don't."

"i'd get used to it then." he shrugs.

"katsuki.." you sigh, "you don't have to, you know. nothin' wrong with a little sugar." you tease. honestly, you found it cute. you know he's stubborn and he doesn't give up, even against his own body. you'd seen it happen multiple times, but with something so simple as black coffee was pretty funny.

you think, maybe, he's trying to be more grown up. you remember he tried black coffee back in high school and hated it so bad it ruined his mood for the entire day. maybe, he thought he should like it now since he's graduated and he's an adult. it was sweet, just like how he liked his coffee. and it was so him. you want him to know he doesn't have to change a thing, he's perfectly okay and adult as he is now, coffee plain or sugary. with cream or without or with a sweet treat from the bakery next door.

"course i know that." he mutters after a while, smacking his lips when the taste of his coffee still lingers on his tongue. he places it and the tray back on the nightstand. he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to have you sit in his lap. "so come give me some." he smirks at your flustered expression. one hand reaches the back of your neck to pull you closer, his other hand at the small of your back for the same purpose.

"you just ate and you still haven't brushed your teeth, mister." you run your finger in circles over his chest. he gets hot quickly in the night so he likes to sleep shirtless, your hand runs over the shape of the scar on his shoulder. katsuki snorts, sharp teeth on display as he smirks.

"so ? you know you always wanna kiss me." and he smirks because he knows he's right. you huff, but lean down to kiss him anyway, muttering a quick "shut up," before silencing him. he snickers against your mouth and it doesn't take him long to deepen the kiss, you squeal when he flips you over, laying you right back in bed.

"thanks for breakfast." he says against your lips, leaning back in before you could respond "you're not gettin' away anymore, though. you're gonna spend the day here with me, where you're supposed to be." he drops onto you and you let out an "oof !" at the pro hero mass dropped onto you. you grip his shoulders as he kisses from your cheek to your ear.

"d'you like breakfast ?" you breathe out.

"you know i did, don't make me say it again." he grunts out, biting your cheek when you giggle "now i'd like to spend some time with my girl." he mumbles against your shoulders, voice muffled. you giggle, bring his head up to press your lips to his again.

and they taste sweet, just how you like them.

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[captainshindo]

weak y/n? Healing quirk y/n? Quirkless y/n?

Naaah

Thinking bout reader with Erza type quirk (aka Requip) or Mirajane type quirk(aka Take Over) :0

She clearly dominates Class 1A and beats everyone in a fight with no “I’m not strong enough” or “got to catch up with everyone else” bullshit, shes THE shit and the realest mf out there <3

She was also close to beating Aizawa during training and that made everyone crazy for her while Bakugou crashing out on the sidelines.

[matrixriot]

hey. are you alive?

your heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling of your dorm room. there you lay in bed and it was too hot and too cold. half of your body was absolutely surrounded in your pillows and blankets, while the other half was sweating.

you undoubtedly had a cold.

you also had a major test that you spent all night studying for.

karma, i guess?

so there you were, laying flat, while trying to use your phone to call one of your classmates. you just needed at least one of them to answer so they could let mr. aizawa know you weren't going to make it to the exam.

'god, why today of all days' you thought.

scrolling through your contacts, you eventually landed on kirishima's. no way your own boyfriend wouldn't answer your call.

but you also knew he was probably doing some early morning training. so you decided to leave him a couple of texts.

you: kiri im sick :(

you: can you tell aizawa so he doesnt try to kill me when i show up again

you: whenever i show up again

you: if i show up again D:

you turned off your phone and rolled onto your side. a couple minutes later, you heard a buzz from your phone, but you couldn't muster the energy to roll over again to check who it was.

a couple more minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on your door. you couldn't even bring yourself to get up, so you groaned loudly in reply, hoping whoever it was would try coming in.

you hear the doorknob twisting and the door softly creaking open. you hear some shuffling footsteps and the sound of a plastic bag in someone's hands.

"hi." the mystery person says.

you could recognize that voice anywhere.

"...i am here to be your nurse."

'god, he's such a derp' you thought before bringing your torso up from your bed to see,

"KIRI!" you exclaim.

"hi baby." he says, smiling brightly at you. he points at the plastic bag in his hands.

"i brought you some medicine and porridge." kirishima sets it down at a table before going towards your bed.

"oh, don't touch me, i'm all sick, haha." you say, putting your hands up, waving them defensively.

kirishima gently grabs your wrists, "it's okay."

he puts your wrist down before going to the plastic bag to get something. you flop back down onto your mattress and exhale deeply.

a couple minutes go by, kirishima is still fumbling around in the plastic bag, and you're still lying down in silence.

"hey. are you alive? you haven't said a peep!" kirishima teases, before walking back around to your bed. he was holding a damp cloth. he brought one of his hands to your back, helping you up. his hand rests on your back as he hands you the cloth. you bring it up to your forehead.

"wait. is it too hot or too cold, or should i-" kirishima panics.

"it's perfect." you respond, a soft smile on your face. a blush creeps up onto kirishima's face before he quickly turns around.

"LET ME GET YOU THAT PORRIDGE BEFORE IT GETS COLD" he exclaims.

you noticed the awkwardness in his voice and your eyes scanned the room in a somewhat confusion.

you chuckle to yourself before bringing the washcloth down, somewhat in shame.

"this is humiliating." you say in disappointment. here you were, being a nuisance to your boyfriend, when you knew that there was a still a big exam that he could be preparing for.

kirishima swiftly turned around, bowl of porridge in hand, and walked back up to your side.

"um excuse me." kirishima started "there is nothing humiliating about needing a little help. also, you're sick! it's only the manly thing for me to help my beautiful girlfriend."

he brought a spoonful of porridge up to your mouth, and you, in defeat, opened your mouth. kirishima fed you the porridge until the bowl was empty. he whispered little affirmations like "good job" "there you go" as you ate.

you then asked, "so you're not mad at me?"

kirishima looked at you in confusion.

"mad at you? my girlfriend? mad at my girlfriend for being sick?"

kirishima set the bowl down on your bedside table before sitting down on his knees beside your bed.

"you're sick. that's not your fault. im just here to take care of you. okay?"

you huff. "okay" you gently replied.

kirishima got up, giving you a forehead kiss.

"now, as much as i'd love to be your little nurse all day, i still have a test to take."

you smile up at him.

"mmkay. i'll be waiting for you." you say.

"just rest for me." kirishima says, before walking out your dorm, shutting the door behind him.

your heavy-lidded eyes soon shut, feeling relaxed. you take a nice nap, waiting for your lovely boyfriend to return.

-

when you wake up, your eyes are met to kirishima, leaning his head on your bed, asleep! he was knelt down by your bedside, arms folded acting like a cushion for his head.

you brush his bright red locks out of his eyes and stare lovingly back.

his eyes flutter open.

"hi again," you say.

me when sick y/n needs her manly bf to take care of her (>'-'<)

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

You stay away from my brother cause I say so! Pt 4

You opened it to see Katsuki stood there in his red dress shirt and black trousers, holding something behind his back. His eyes were glued to the floor and he visibly seemed uncomfortable in his own skin.

“Wanna go for a walk?” He said under his breath, his eyes furiously staring at your feet.

“What?”

“Did i stut…would you like to go on a walk with me…please.” He was trying every polite trick in his arsenal, you could tell he didn’t know how to act nicely around people, especially not you.

“Um, okay? I guess?”

“Well you don’t fucking hav….” The restraint on his face looked painful, he was trying his hardest to be nice to you. “I would like it if you would join me.”

“Okay just, let me change out of my pjs….ill be two seconds.” You closed to door on him, ran to get better clothes, then realised youd just closed the door in his fucking face. You ran back and opened the door,

“Shit sorry, eh, come in… I guess?” You opened the door wider and let him in, your room was baby blue with pictures of video game characters strewn all across it. It looked like a teenage boys room, you even had a pin up picture of a woman in cosplay with her boobs mostly out on your wall. He stared at it confused.

“Oh yeah eh, she’s cool. She’s cosplaying someone from a game me and Eijiro play, i thought she was kinda hot so….”

Your face flushed at not only a boy being in your room, but having to then explain to him that you found women hot too….it was all too much. You shook your head and sifted through your draws, finding a summer dress youd shoved at the bottom. You ran to your tiny bathroom and got changed, sorted your hair and pinched your cheeks so it seemed you were wearing blush. As you stepped out he stared at you, holding the flower in his hand infront of him now. His eyes widened at how different you looked, his mouth accidently letting words slip out,

“Fucking hell…” He suddenly closed his mouth and stood up straight, holding the flower out to you, his eyes now darting to the side and embarrassment slightly flushing his cheeks. “S’for you, I guess. Eijiro said you liked flowers so. Picked this one.”

You stared down at the flower wilting slightly in his hand, you took it and pressed it to your chest slightly.

“You…picked it for me?” Your cheeks becoming even more rosy, you placed it in a spare star wars rinse cup you had in your bathroom, filled it up and the put it on your nightstand.

“Yeah so…the walk.” Your span around and saw him stood in the doorway, tapping his foot. It seemed like nerves but he tried to hide it as impatience. You smiled and joined him, closing your door behind yourself.

You both walked around a wooded area just outside of campus, you didn’t talk about anything in particular, just about class, training, how izuku was crushing hard on Ochaco, then I turned to the gym.

“So, when you didn’t turn up a few times I kinda got the message…”

“You still went?” You had slowed your pace slightly at your surprise.

“Of course I still went.” He carried on walking, so you jogged slightly to catch up.

“Katsuki…”

“Katz.” He didnt look at you when he corrected you. You blushed slightly at his correction.

“Katz…i didnt realise you still wanted to….” He looked down at you from the corner of his eyes,

“Of course I did. Just because you were an asshole didnt mean i didnt still wanna….”

“Wanna what….finger me?” His cheeks got rosy at your statement as he stared at you again. Your teasing had clearly flustered him. You smiled at his cheeks beaming pink, and pushed slightly into his shoulder.

“Im only teasing don’t worry.”

“You’re not wrong.” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. You flicked your eyes to him again, a new kind of heat stirred in your stomach again, it was the electricity coming back. Youd gulped heavily as his hand brushed yours.

“I mean….can if you….want.” Your voice shook, you didnt know where this sudden confidence came from, but it was out in the open now. All you had to do was wait for his reply…

He span to face you and pulled you into an embrace. His arms were tight and hot around your waist, pulling you closer into him. He looked down at you and smirked, his punishingly red eyes staring straight into you, only creasing slightly as his smirk pushed his cheek up. He looked down at your lips the back up again, pulling you into a passionate kiss. After the kiss, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards a group of trees, then pressed you up against them, slotting his knee inbetween your thighs. He started peppering your neck in kisses, was he going to try to finger you in the woods?! As hot as it sounded, that was the LAST thing you needed photographing. His hand started sliding up your thigh as you grabbed it tightly and stopped him.

“I didn’t mean right this second Jesus man!” You giggled as he started biting your neck. Your breath moaned slightly at his teeth, and hearing this he let his own feral moan escape him. He tried to put his hand back on your thigh as you pushed him away. “Cmon, let go back to the dorms, no creeps can try taking pictures of us there.”

He lead you by the hand to his dorm, kicking it open and pulling you in. His room was clean, organised with very little decoration. He had a few all might figures, band posters and his drum set which sat at the far corner, and then his bed. His perfectly made, dangerously alluring bed. He pulled you to it as he sat down, you stood infront of him between his legs. You didn’t know whether to climb ontop of him, to sit next to him, or to run away screaming and blushing like a young school girl. Which unfortunately you basically still were, even though you were a third year. As you stood there, he noticed your slightly awkwardness to the situation and decided to help you by pulling you down next to him. You sat with him, your knees pressed against each others as he put his hand around the side of your face, almost wrapping around to the back of your neck. You suddenly noticed how big his hands were and how long his fingers were. You gulped at their size. He pulled you into a kiss and put his other hand on your thigh, just above your knee but slowly moving towards the edge of your summerdress. You could feel the electricity humming in your body again. Fuck. The guy who youd given a black eye too was about to be the first ever guy to finger you. Fuck. Fuuuck.

As his hand began to dance under the edge of your dress, his lips started pushing harder into you, you couldnt help yourself, you ended up putting your hand on his thigh too, but because of the way he was sat you ended up putting it directly ontop of his cock. You jolted slightly at the feel of it, he was rock hard already. He let out a small exhale as his smirk made his teeth nearly collide with yours. As youd jolted youd let your hand hover about him, and after he smirked he bucked his hips up slightly helping you rest your hand back down on him. As soon as you did, you started to slowly rub over the top of his trousers. You could feel every inch, every vein, it intimidated you slightly. You didn’t have particularly small hands, and it STILL felt this big. Jesus. He better not be expecting it to be going into your mouth tonight, because it definitely wasn’t going to fit. You expected even a seasoned pro to struggle with it. As you rubbed him, his hand danced closer and closer to your pants, making you incredibly aware of how wet youd already become, his fingers started to trace the outline of your entrance as he tried to find your clit. Eventually he found it, making a sharp exhale erupt from your lips, momentarily breaking the kiss. He pressed his forehead to yours as you both panted into each others mouths, it quickly become apparent there were too many clothes inbetween the both of you.

[you-like-jazz69]

I’m so sick rn 😭😭 so to (hopefully) make me feel better I’m going to write how the Mha boy handle you being sick, enjoy 🫶🫶🫶.

This is very fluffy btw.

Izuku

Since it’s just him and his mom at home he familiar with being sick.

Knows the best brands of medicine.

Gives you the homework you miss but if your to tired to do it he’ll help you (he tells you all the answers).

Worries in class about you.

“I hope they feel better soon,I wonder if they’ve eaten maybe I’ll bring them some soup or something, do they even like soup?”

Sends you a like a billion texts and gets nervous if you don’t respond in like 5 mins.

He’s just a very sweet boy 🥺

“Hi honey! Are you doing better?”

Katsuki

He’s the biggest germophob ever 💀💀💀

He’s one of those people that if you tell him that you’re sick, he puts on like a hazmat suit and start spraying everything down.

“IM A FUTURE HERO I CANT GET SICK”

Side eyes you like it’s your fault your sick.

Whips into shape when you threaten to let Izuku take care of you.

Brings you your favourite meal (cooked by him obviously).

He even feeds you, how sweet.

“Idiot, getting yourself sick”

Ejiro

He feels so bad :((((

When you tell him your sick he looks like a sad puppy.

Very tempted to skip class and just take care of you.

Calls you at lunch to make sure your okay.

“Hi Baby!, Denki stop, hm oh! Nothing just wanted to make sure how your doing!”

When class is over he runs to your dorm to take care of you.

He even brought your favourite food and get well soon cards he and his friends made.

“Hey Baby, me and squad make get well soon cards, want to see?”

[karbisworld]

Can you do Mha characters with a sick reader pls? ❤️

YES!

✦˖ ݁ ˓♡˖ ݁ ˓⊹˖ ݁ ˓How I think mha characters would react to you being sick˖ ݁ ˓⊹˖ ݁ ˓♡˖ ݁ ˓✦

TENYA IIDA

I feel like Tenya would be extremely caring with you, maybe he would lecture you a little bit because you didn't used the correct protection and got sick, but regardless he would be there for you, mostly bringing you what they learned on the class that day or the homework you will need to do for later if you weren't able to go to class or if he noticed that you were sick and told the teachers to allow you to go rest at your house/dorms.

As a partner I think he would refuse to kiss you for some time when he sees you (if you have something like the flu) but would give in anyways and will definitely get sick after you start to feel better.

He would be there next to you though, as a friend or partner, making sure you have enough meds to get better and that you take them at the right hours.

KATSUKI BAKUGO

Honestly I feel like Bakugo would play it cool like if he didn't really cared about you being sick but wouldn't stop thinking about it. The moment he heard that you weren't assisting to class because you didn't felt well he tried to learn more about what was wrong in his own way.

As a partner he would definitely lecture you for not taking well enough care of yourself and would present himself as annoyed having to take care of you, however he would do it without you even asking, Bakugo would take care of whatever you have to do and will make sure you get enough rest no matter what.

I feel like even though he shows that he's annoyed he's mostly worried about you, and as you rest he will be there looking out for you, maybe even caressing your hair or giving you a soft kiss on the forehead as you sleep since he's actually worried about your health and only want you to be in your best condition.

IZUKU MIRODILLA

I feel like Deku would be the most open about how worried he is about you, if you weren't in class he would ask everyone if they knew what happened to you, he would text or call you to ask if you're okay and let you know that he's there for you.

Either as a partner or friend I feel like he would take some time either from lunch or just in the between of classes to come and see you at your dorm and check that everything is okay.

After class he would run to come and check more on you, passing for a store first buying you some medicine and your favorite snacks for you to feel better.

I feel like he wouldn't really care if he gets sick too as long as you feel comfortable and happy with him. He would watch movies with you, get in the bed with you to hold you and caress your head to comfort you and let you know that he will be there and that everything will be fine.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

I feel like Kirishima would be another one who is very open about being worried about you. He would definitely go check on you and probably would bring some other friends too like Uraraka or so just so you notice that they really care about you.

Either as a friend or partner he would keep you company to make you feel better, I feel like he would play games with you or just do whatever to cheer you up so you feel better and more happy.

He would not really be scared of getting sick cause he takes pride in his good health, even though, he would probably catch a little bit of a cold after for not really caring of it.

I honestly just feel like he would be a ray of sunshine in your dark day and would even make you forget that you were feeling bad about being sick

URARAKA OCHACO

I feel like Uraraka would be one of the best people to take care of you while being sick, not only would she be extremely caring but will help you with everything.

I feel like she would make you tasty soups and other foods to help you feel better. She would make sure you are getting enough nutrients in your food to start to feel better and will make sure you stay hydrated.

I feel like as a partner she would do anything to make you feel good even though she's definitely easy to get sick too she wouldn't care and would absolutely get in the bed with you to cuddle and comfort you making you feel like everything is okay.

And that's all for now, thank you for reading <3 If you would like a second part with more characters, or more like little fanfics of the ones I mentioned here or an specific mha character let me know ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[interludered]

Kirishima is the type to talk you through it

[dollyichi]

I JUST GOT A CRUSH! ᯓ★ katsuki bakugou x f ! reader. 1.02k words / fluff / not proofread

bakugou is bad at social media. not exactly terrible, yet not so great either.

he really doesn’t care too much for it nor does he use it that often but he’s not that unfamiliar with it. he finds himself being on tiktok from time to time though he never really bothered to make it known that he had an account in the first place, just enjoying whatever he comes across and liberally blocks accounts that come up on his fyp that pissed him off. he never posts anything either so it didn’t matter. it’s a typical account with a generated username and a blank profile, 57 following, 0 followers.

recently he found a video that he wanted to share (an edit made by a fan) and posts the link on twitter, alongside saying how ‘it’s real sick’ of them to make that for him. he didn’t even know videos like that were famous. the effort and skill it took made him think it were cool.

what he also didn’t know, was that his profile would be revealed when you press on the link.

he got so confused when his account suddenly gained so many followers in just two days since he ‘never mentioned it.’ that was until he sees the replies on his tweet that the linked he used to share got him exposed.

he checks it out for himself which proved that he did actually share his account without knowing, but it’s ‘whatever.’ even after everyone found out he just used it like normal. it’s only a pain when they kept asking him to post something.

he truly is without care, yet he underestimates the fans who immediately stalk his ‘almost’ empty profile. you see, he doesn’t know that his reposts are public because he doesn’t actually look at his own profile. it’s usually a like, like, repost, favorite, like, then close app routine that he does before he goes to bed.

there's a few funny videos here and there, cooking videos and recipes too, things he'd like to try out soon for himself, or techniques that were really helpful for him. some are also videos of fan edits that he recently discovered, where the same video he shared was at the top of the page.

yet, there was one reoccurring face that kept popping up. a pretty girl who likes to lip sync some songs or show off their trinket hauls. sometimes mini vlogs from their day to day or makeup vids. and the topic trends everywhere: DYNAMIGHT TIKTOK CRUSH

when you saw it you really couldn’t believe it yourself that the one anonymous commenter on your videos was a pro-hero, your favorite nonetheless. though, it makes you a little nervous since your face is plastered all over different social platforms because you’re only active on that app. you don’t know where to go from there except squeal into your pillows. definitely flattered when you recall the many times he called you pretty on your vlogs.

as the rest dive deeper into his little ‘crush’ they even saw him comment on a few of your videos with compliments that sounded extra flirty. they teased him so hard saying how he looks like a creep especially with that profile. he’s never gonna hear the end of it. soon a new topic blows up that reads: GO FOR IT DYNAMIGHT

in his defense, if he were to give anyone an explanation, he thinks you have a really nice smile and a really soothing voice. also that you’re real cute and charming, that’s why he could watch and even rewatch all your content in one sitting. he couldn’t get enough of you, absolutely smitten. even had to ask kirishima how to turn on notifications for an account in the guise of turning it on for his agency's tiktok.

you’re also the only account he’s following that’s not a cooking channel or a pro-hero. and yeah it’s basically all that, a crush. not that he expects you to actually give him a chance, he’s happy just seeing your content.

however, the poor (not really) bakugou is actually unaware of the whole situation of his ‘tiktok crush’ trending since he was finishing a mission. only finding out when he got a call from kirishima asking if he found a girlfriend already. “what the fuck are you on about?”

“your fans are talking about how you keep reposting videos of this one girl on tiktok. i mean, it’s kinda obvious if you’re dating.” and it hits him, quick. your username (the one he could only remember, really) flashes in his head, but he laughs it off. “nah nothin’ like that. think i could shoot my shot though?” he asks him and kirishima says, “haha! i think she already beat you to it.”

not knowing what he meant, he swiftly gets home, showers, and lays on his couch whipping his phone out of his pocket to search up your username. and there he was, staring at his phone, unable to stop the smile on his face when he sees the thumbnail of your new video. he opens it immediately and there you were, holding a dynamight figurine (a very limited one too!) close to your cheek that you’ve never shown before until now. you never thought to show it thinking he might see it and think of you as weirdo. it gave the opposite effect actually, even made him more confident because who would've thought your pretty collection had a 'random guy' in there (definitely not random for you at least).

bakugou immediately likes, reposts and adds it to his favorites. even screen recording the whole thing cause you never gave access to download your videos—it was a very special moment for him okay!

he then comments, ‘you can have the real thing too.’

a few minutes later it’s got your icon with a heart beside it. he chuckles, happy that you finally noticed him. beams when he gets a notification that you followed him back.

he’s definitely going to dm you after he calms down. just hopes this time you don't beat him to it again.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i love a katsuki with a crush i think it's so cute. but i love it even more that he's still confident about it!!! i like to think that reader probably has like 20k followers or something so pretty big but not as big as the others. the first time he met you he stumbles upon a video of you talking about the ice cream u just got and then he got hooked cause u were so cute when u were picking the flavor. PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS ON TIKTOK BTW >< also minors & ageless blogs please do not follow me!

[sakuraszn]

A BOXERS STRUGGLES !

ft. boxer!katsuki bakugo x f!reader

summary: Bakugo is fiercely dedicated to becoming Japan's number one boxer, but he faces inner conflict when he starts developing feelings for someone. His fear of distraction threatens his rise to the top, creating tension between his personal life and his aspirations. As their relationship deepens, he learns to balance his love for her with his desire to succeed in boxing. [wc: 5k]

The gym stank of sweat and blood. The air was thick with the sounds of fists pounding heavy bags, the rhythmic shuffle of footwork against the mat, and the sharp commands of coaches drilling fighters into champions.

This was Katsuki Bakugo’s world. The ring was his domain. The roar of a crowd? Just white noise. The only thing that mattered was the moment his fist connected—the instant he proved, without question, that he was better.

His opponent staggered back, legs wobbling. His ribs were bruised, his breath shallow. He was still standing, barely, but Bakugo could already see it in his eyes.

He was finished.

Aizawa’s voice rang through the gym. “Stay sharp, Bakugo.”

Katsuki Bakugo stood in the center of the ring, fists clenched in his taped-up hands, his breath controlled despite the fire burning in his chest. His opponent for today’s spar was already on his knees, clutching his ribs, coughing through the pain.

“Get up,” Bakugo growled, shaking out his fists. “I ain’t done with ya’ yet.”

The other fighter grimaced trying everything in his power to rise, but before he could, the coach called it.

“That’s enough, Bakugo!” His trainer, Aizawa, sighed from outside the ropes, arms crossed over his chest. “I told you to spar, not destroy.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue and turned away, grabbing a towel from the corner post to wipe the sweat off his face.

“If he’s too weak to take a hit, he shouldn’t be in the ring,” he muttered, stepping out of the ropes.

“That ‘weak’ fighter you just knocked out was ranked fifth in the region.”

“Then I guess I’m already top four.”

Aizawa exhaled through his nose and shook his head lightly, but there was the ghost of a smirk in his otherwise impassive expression. Bakugo had talent—raw, explosive talent that had propelled him through the rankings faster than anyone had expected. But he had a fatal flaw.

He fought like a man trying to bury something.

Something he was afraid to lose.

Bakugo exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at his fallen opponent. It wasn’t personal. It never was. The guy had stepped into the ring knowing what he was getting into. If you weren’t ready to fall, you shouldn’t be fighting.

“Damn, man!”

The sound of Kirishima’s voice cut through the noise before Bakugo felt a heavy arm slap against his back. “That was sick! You dropped him like a sack of bricks.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, walking toward his corner to unwrap the tape from his hands. “Tch. If he went down that easy, he shouldn’t have been in the ring with me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re a beast.” Kirishima laughed, leaning against the ropes. “Which is exactly why you need to come out tonight. We’re celebrating.”

Bakugo shot him a glare. “The hell we are.”

“C’monnn, man! You’ve been tearing through the ranks like crazy. People are talking. You’re undefeated, making a name for yourself, and you’ve got fans.” Kirishima smirked. “I mean, how many guys get this far at our age?”

“I’m not doing this for a goddamn party,” Bakugo muttered, tossing the used tape into the trash.

Kirishima groaned. “Bro. You never do anything outside the gym. You don’t even celebrate your own wins.”

Because there was nothing to celebrate. Winning wasn’t the goal—it was the standard.

Bakugo was going to be the best boxer in Japan. That wasn’t just some damn dream or some nice idea to hope for. It was a fact. Something inevitable. And if it wasn’t inevitable, then he just had to train even harder than before.

There was no reason to slow down.

No reason to waste time at some party.

But Kirishima was still looking at him, hopeful as ever, and Bakugo knew the bastard wouldn’t shut up about it.

He clicked his tongue. “Tch. Fine. But I’m not staying long.”

Kirishima cheered. “Hell yeah!”

This is a waste of time.

Bakugo knew it. He knew he should be in the gym, working on his footwork, watching fight tapes, doing something, anything, to get ahead of the competition.

But he ignored the voice in his head, just this once.

Plus, was the worst that could happen?

The party was loud. So agonizing loud.

The bass from the speakers thumped through the floors, shaking the walls of the packed apartment. People were everywhere, drinking, laughing, talking too damn much. Some of them he recognized—fighters from the gym, people from the local boxing circuit—but most of them were just randoms.

“Here.” Kirishima shoved a drink into his hand.

Bakugo took one look at it and scoffed. “I ain’t drinking that shit.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Man, at least pretend you’re having fun.”

Bakugo didn’t respond. He was already regretting this.

He didn’t belong here.

This wasn’t his world.

He was about to leave when Kirishima perked up, eyes lighting up as he spotted someone across the room. “Oh, shit! She actually came.”

Bakugo barely glanced over. “Who?”

Kirishima grinned. “That girl I told you about—(Y/N).”

Bakugo finally looked.

You weren’t flashy like some of the other girls here. You weren’t trying to be the center of attention, weren’t draped over some guy’s arm, weren’t looking at him like he was some kind of goddamn celebrity.

You were just sitting there, talking to a friend, nursing a drink in your hand. You didn’t even seem all that interested in the party at all.

And somehow, that was the first thing that made him notice you.

Kirishima nudged him. “She’s cool. I think you’d actually like her.”

Bakugo scowled. “Tch. Since when do you set me up with people?”

“I’m not setting you up,” Kirishima laughed. “But seriously, man. You need to talk to people who aren’t trying to punch you in the face for once.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. He wasn’t here to meet people. He was here to get Kirishima off his back, and then he was leaving.

But then, as if you could feel him looking, your gaze flicked over to his.

And you smiled.

Not in an over-the-top way. Not in that annoying, flirty, “I’m just here for the fighters” way.

Just a simple, amused smile. Like you knew something he didn’t.

And for some stupid, infuriating reason, that was enough to make him stay a little longer.

You didn’t approach him first.

That was the second thing he noticed about you.

You weren’t like most people who came up to him at these kinds of events—all wide-eyed admiration and empty compliments. You weren’t trying to impress him.

If anything, you were unimpressed.

And that… bothered him.

So when Kirishima finally dragged him over to introduce you, Bakugo was already in a foul mood.

“(Y/N), this is Bakugo,” Kirishima said, grinning. “Bakugo, this is (Y/N). She’s cool, I swear.”

You gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow before smirking. “Yeah, I know who he is.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “Tch. That so?”

“I’ve been to a couple of your fights.” You shrugged. “You don’t let them last very long, huh?”

He scoffed. “Why the hell would I?”

You tilted your head. “I dunno. Wouldn’t kill you to put on a show for once.”

Kirishima snorted. “Damn. She’s got you there, man.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. He wasn’t used to people talking to him like this—like he was just some guy instead of a rising champion.

But you weren’t mocking him.

You weren’t flirting, either.

You were just… talking to him.

And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t sure how to respond.

This was bad.

This was exactly the kind of distraction he couldn’t afford.

The next day arrived as Bakugo got out of bed, the sunlight streaming through his window, casting a warm glow across his room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he could still feel the weight of the events from the previous night lingering in his mind, making it hard to focus.

Bakugo didn’t do distractions.

He trained. He fought. He won. That was it.

He didn’t waste time at parties, didn’t fuck around with meaningless shit like relationships or making friends outside of the gym. There was no point. The only thing that mattered was getting stronger.

So why the hell had he stayed at that party longer than he intended?

Why the hell had you stuck in his head?

It pissed him off more than it should have.

It wasn’t like you had done anything special. You weren’t drooling over him like most people who recognized his name. You weren’t trying to get something out of him. You weren’t even acting impressed.

You were just… there.

And for some stupid reason, that was what made him notice you.

Tch. Whatever. It doesn't even matter anymore.

He wasn’t gonna waste time thinking about some random girl.

So, as usual, he threw himself into training.

The gym was empty except for the steady rhythm of his fists pounding the heavy bag. It was late—so late that even Aizawa had already left for the night, trusting Bakugo to lock up when he was done. The only sounds that filled the space were the heavy thuds of leather meeting flesh and the occasional creak of the building settling around him.

His body ached, but it wasn’t enough. The burn in his muscles was a reminder of how hard he was working, yet it only fueled his determination. He needed more. More speed. More power. More control. He needed to push himself past his limits, to go beyond what he was yesterday. Each punch felt like a step toward a higher version of himself, a way to stave off the ever-looming fear of being left behind.

Because if he didn’t—if he slowed down for even a second—someone else would catch up. The thought danced tauntingly in the back of his mind, an insidious whisper that he couldn't shake off. He refused to let that happen; he wouldn't allow anyone to inch ahead of him.

So he fought harder, faster, his focus narrowing like a predatory gaze. The world beyond the gym faded, blurring into insignificance as he lost himself in his routine. He was so absorbed in his relentless pursuit that he barely noticed when someone else walked into the gym. The door creaked softly, almost lost in the noise of his efforts, and he instinctively increased his intensity, a faint flicker of curiosity stirring deep within him. Who would dare interrupt his sanctum?

“Jesus. Do you ever go home?”

His fist stopped mid-swing.

He turned, scowling, only to find you leaning against the doorway.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” he snapped.

You shrugged. “Kirishima told me you’d still be here. Thought I’d stop by.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Tch. Don’t you got somewhere better to be?”

“Probably,” you said easily, walking further into the gym. “But this is more interesting.”

That threw him off. Most people didn’t stick around after his fights. Not unless they wanted something.

But you weren’t asking for anything.

And that was what made you dangerous.

He grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip, trying to ignore the way you were watching him.

“You train like you’re running from something,” you said suddenly.

He nearly choked on his water. “The fuck did you just say?”

You leaned against the ring, arms crossed, studying him with an expression that was way too goddamn knowing. “You fight like there’s something chasing you.”

He scoffed. “Tch. You don’t know shit about fighting.”

“I know about people,” you shot back.

His jaw clenched.

Because that was the problem.

You weren’t looking at him like a fighter. You were looking at him like a person. And that threw him off. It wasn’t just the intensity of your gaze; it was the way you seemed to see him—past the tough exterior, into something deeper.

He didn’t know what to do with that.

You didn’t go away after that initial encounter. Somehow, you kept showing up—at the gym, at his fights, infiltrating his thoughts at the most inconvenient times. You’d sit on the sidelines, a calm presence amidst the chaos, watching with that same unreadable expression that both intrigued and frustrated him. You didn’t fawn over him. You didn’t try to flirt or get his attention. You were just… there.

And no matter how much he tried to ignore you, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were gradually unraveling him.

“Yo, you good, man?” Kirishima asked after a particularly exhausting sparring session, wiping sweat from his brow.

Bakugo scowled, his irritation simmering just below the surface. “The fuck kind of question is that?”

Kirishima smirked, a knowing light in his eyes. “I dunno, dude. You’ve been off lately. Like, you’ve been extra agitated every time (Y/N) is around.”

Bakugo’s fists tightened into balls at his sides, his heart racing. “Shut the hell up.”

Kirishima just laughed, unfazed. “Bro. You’re so obvious.”

There was nothing obvious about it, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. The truth was, every time he caught a glimpse of you cheering for him—your lips curled into that soft smile, your eyes sparkling with pride—he felt something shift inside him. Something he wasn't prepared to confront.

It was maddening how a simple presence could ignite a fire in his chest.

He cursed under his breath, pushing the thought aside. There was nothing to even talk about, nothing to feel. Because whatever this was—whatever you were doing to him—he wasn’t gonna let it get in the way.

He refused to let his heart get tangled in the mess of feelings he didn’t understand. But deep down, a part of him wondered if perhaps being a fighter meant more than just throwing punches. Perhaps it meant fighting for something—or someone—worth it.

So, as always, he did the only thing he knew how to do.

He trained harder.

And harder.

And harder.

Like he could beat the thought of you out of his head.

Like he could make himself stop wanting something he wasn’t supposed to have.

But no matter how hard he tried…You were still there.

And that was the real problem.

After that night, things… shifted.

He stopped avoiding you. Stopped pretending you didn’t exist.

You still weren’t pushing to be in his life, but somehow, you were just there—closer than before.

And maybe… just maybe… he liked that.

A little too much.

Recently, You started showing up at the gym more.

You never interrupted his training, never got in his way, but he could feel you there. Could hear the way you’d tease Kirishima when he dropped a weight. Could hear your voice in between the rounds of his sparring matches.

And you wanna know the worst part about it?

He started looking forward to it.

“You’re getting better,” you said one day, watching him hit the pads with his trainer.

He wiped sweat from his brow, smirking. “Tch. ‘Course I am. I’m not some weak-ass rookie.”

You rolled your eyes. “Never said you were. But you used to just go for the kill every fight. You’re starting to actually think in the ring.”

His smirk faltered.

Because that was true, too.

He fought like a ticking time bomb, each punch a detonation of raw power that sent shockwaves through his opponents. His reputation was built on pure brute force, but recently… everything had shifted.

He was evolving.

Taking a breath.

Learning the game.

Maybe it was because, for the first time, he had someone whose opinion actually mattered to him.

Shit.

This was spiraling out of control.

It wasn’t just in the ring anymore.

You started showing up in his life outside the gym, too. After every match, you’d be there, thrusting a water bottle into his hands before he could even catch his breath.

“You’ve got to hydrate, dumbass” you’d tease, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And hell, he found himself addicted to the way you called him a dumbass with that playful grin.

Then there was that one night when Kirishima dragged him to a late-night diner, and there you were—totally unexpected.

But instead of bailing like he usually would, he took a seat next to you in the booth. He picked at his food, captivated by your animated argument with Kirishima about something ridiculously trivial. When you nudged his arm, asking for his take, he found himself responding.

Because he wanted to.

Because you were a blast.

Because, for just a moment, fighting faded into the background.

That’s when things got really complicated.

The real trouble started the moment he stopped denying it.

When he started craving your presence.

When he caught himself stealing glances at you when you thought he wasn’t looking.

When he realized your laughter was now his favorite melody.

And then the late nights came, when he lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you were up to.

Did you think about him, too?

Oh hell.

He was in deep.

And he had no idea how to navigate this storm brewing inside him.

Bakugo didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.

Scratch that—he knew.

He just didn’t want to admit it.

For weeks now, he’d been stuck in his own goddamn head, trying—and failing—to pretend that you weren’t the reason his focus was slipping. Every training session, every sparring match, everything just felt… off. It had gotten worse.

Everything about you messed with him.

The way you chewed on your lip when you were thinking, lost in a world that felt miles away. The way your voice softened when you spoke to him, just a little, as if he wasn’t the disaster everybody painted him to be. The way you looked at him—eyes bright and curious—like he was more than just his fists, more than the explosive temper that often burned those around him.

And now? He couldn’t fucking stand it.

Because he wanted you.

Badly.

And it was driving him insane.

“So,” Kirishima said, leaning against the locker room bench, arms crossed with that unnerving spiky smile plastered on his face. “You gonna tell her, or are you just gonna keep making that face forever?”

Bakugo scowled. “What fucking face?”

Kirishima smirked wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “The one you’re making right now. The ‘I’m a grumpy volcano that’s about to erupt’ face.”

With an annoyed grunt, Bakugo yanked off his gloves, throwing them into his locker as if they were the source of all his problems. “I ain’t makin’ a face.”

“Dude.” Kirishima exhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You like her. It’s painfully obvious. You get all weird and broody whenever she’s around.”

Bakugo turned his back, trying to hide the heat blooming in his cheeks. “I ain’t broody.”

Kirishima ignored him, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual confidence that only aggravated Bakugo further. “And she definitely likes you, too.”

That made him freeze.

His fingers tightened around the straps of his gloves, heart hammering in a way he really didn’t fucking like. The thought of you returning his feelings stirred something inside him—a mix of fear and hope that twisted his stomach into knots.

He forced a scoff, trying to mask the turmoil. “Tch. You don’t know that.”

“Bro, she watches your fights like she’s trying to figure you out. No one stares at someone that much unless they’re either obsessed or in love.”

Bakugo clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling up.

Love.

No.

That wasn’t what this was.

It couldn’t be.

Right?

Kirishima leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve seen the way she lights up when you walk in. When she cheers for you, it’s like she’s rooting for a hero.”

He paused, letting his words settle into Bakugo's mind, each one weighing heavier than the last. “You could have something real, man. But if you just keep pretending it’s nothing—”

Bakugo cut him off, spinning around with a fierce glare. “Shut it! I’m not in the mood for your sappy bullshit!”

Kirishima raised his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. You can’t keep running away from this. It’s like you want to explode but you’re holding it back. Just tell her how you feel!”

But the thought of putting himself out there, of opening up, felt like a different kind of explosion—one that terrified him. A battle he wasn't sure he could win.

“What if I…?” His voice trailed off, the whisper fragile, almost foreign to him.

“What if you what?” Kirishima pressed, leaning in closer, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern.

“What if she thinks I’m a total loser?” Bakugo shot back, the words slipping out before he could catch them.

Kirishima chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Dude, she’s been right by your side through everything. Trust me. She sees you. The real you. Not just the angry guy who blows stuff up.”

And in that moment, all Bakugo could do was stare into his friend's earnest eyes, the wheels turning in his mind. He felt the pressure build within him—not just the pressure of his own chaotic thoughts, but a surge of longing that was hard to ignore.

“What if I try?” he muttered, almost to himself.

Kirishima’s face split into a grin. “Now you’re talking! Just think about it. Taking a leap like this can lead to something incredible. And who knows? You might just find that she’s waiting for you to make a move.”

Bakugo took a deep breath, gripping his locker. The thought of finally breaking free from this never-ending cycle of confusion was both terrifying and exhilarating. But deep down, he knew he couldn't keep pretending anymore.

With every passing moment, the desire to grab you by the shoulders and confess everything grew stronger. He would have to face his fears—head-on, just like he did in every fight.

“Alright,” he growled, determination erupting within him. “I’ll do it.”

As Kirishima gave him a confident nod, Bakugo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that accompanied every fight—but this time, it was for something much more important than just victory. It was for you. The challenge had been accepted, and he was ready to stop being the broody, angry guy everyone expected him to be.

Bakugo would fight for this, and he wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever.

Kirishima nudged him with his foot. “Dude, just confess already. It’s not like she’s gonna reject you.”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair.

Confess?

He wasn’t that guy.

He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t romantic. He didn’t have a way with words.

And what if he messed it up?

What if you looked at him differently?

What if—

Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Oi. Stop thinking so damn much.”

Bakugo growled. “I ain’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, you ain’t thinking, whatever.” Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Just tell her.”

Bakugo let out a long, frustrated sigh.

Fine.

Fuck it.

If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it his way.

Finding you wasn’t hard. You were always around the gym, watching his fights, teasing him after sparring sessions, lighting a fire in his chest that he couldn’t quite understand.

And just like always, there you were—sitting on the bench outside the gym, scrolling through your phone, waiting.

Waiting for him.

His stomach tightened at the sight.

He shoved the feeling aside and made his way toward you, stopping just a foot away.

You glanced up, a bright smile breaking across your face. “Oh, hey! Good fight tonight. You didn’t completely destroy the guy in the first round this time. Progress.”

He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the slight tremor. “Come with me.”

You blinked, surprised. “Uh. Okay?”

You stood, raising an eyebrow, but didn’t argue when he began to walk away—leading you down the dimly lit street. The hum of the city buzzed around, cars thudding in the distance, the faint flickering of a streetlamp overhead matching the anxiety in his chest.

Finally, he stopped near an empty park, hands still deep in his pockets. The air felt electric, charged with anticipation and the weight of everything he was about to say.

You tilted your head, your curiosity making you even more breathtaking. “So… what’s up?”

He exhaled sharply, staring at the ground like it held the answers to all his questions.

Fuck.

Why was this so hard?

He could beat the hell out of seasoned fighters, could take punches that would knock most guys out, could bleed for his dream—but standing here, he felt utterly paralyzed.

His hands curled into fists with frustration.

Then, finally—

“I like you.”

Silence.

The words hung in the air, heavy and final.

Slowly, you blinked.

“…Wait. What?”

His jaw clenched. “You heard me.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, transforming your face into a canvas of joy. “I think I did. But you might have to say it again.”

His eye twitched. “I swear to god—”

You laughed, the sound like music ringing through the night.

It irritated him and thrilled him all at once, making his heart race faster.

You crossed your arms, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Okay, let’s pretend I didn’t already know that. Why do you like me?”

His stomach flipped, twisting in a whirlwind of nerves.

“Tch. The hell kinda question is that?”

“A very fair one.” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him to explain the impossible. “C’mon, Katsuki. If you’re gonna confess, do it right.”

His face burned hotter than a raging flame.

This is a mistake.

Why the hell am I doing this?

But he was already in too deep.

So, fuck it.

He took a tentative step closer.

Then another.

Until you were right there, just inches away, your teasing expression faltering as you realized the gravity of the moment.

His voice dropped lower, rough yet full of depth. “I like you because you don’t take my shit.”

You inhaled sharply, eyes wide with surprise.

“I like you because you don’t look at me like everyone else does.”

Your breath hitched, and he noticed the way your lips parted slightly.

“I like you because you’re in my goddamn head and I can’t get you out.”

Your gaze flickered down to his mouth, and he saw everything shift in your expression, a mix of surprise and something he dared to hope was desire.

And then—

He kissed you.

Hard.

It was a surge of emotion, raw and unrefined. All teeth, heat, and a desperate need, as if the world around them had vanished and there was only you and him in that moment.

This wasn’t some innocent little crush.

This was him breaking.

Breaking down walls that had stood for too long, walls that had been built to keep everyone—and everything—out. But you had found the cracks, slipped through them before he even realized what was happening, and now—now—he was caving.

Your fingers fisted into his shirt, desperate, pulling him closer like you couldn’t get enough. And fuck, that was all the encouragement he needed.

He growled against your lips, something raw and almost dangerous, his hands gripping your waist in a vice, holding you there, pinning you against him like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the goddamn earth.

You gasped, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss—hungry, reckless, all-consuming. It was messy, all teeth and heat and the undeniable, electric pull between you both.

He wasn’t thinking anymore.

He was just feeling.

You tasted like something dangerous. Something he couldn’t get enough of—like a match striking against gasoline, igniting something deep inside him that had been waiting to burn.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him, and he let out a shaky, almost desperate breath against your mouth.

More.

He needed more.

The feeling of your body against his, the heat of your skin seeping into him, the way your nails raked up his back, sending a sharp shudder through his spine—it was fucking addictive.

He had been starving, and now that he had this, now that he had you, he didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to stop.

Your lips moved in sync, perfectly, like you had been waiting just as long for this—like you had wanted him all this time, too.

And when you moaned softly against him, he damn near lost his mind.

His hand slid up your back, pressing against the curve of your spine, holding you impossibly close, swallowing the sound like it was his—because it was.

You were his.

And the realization hit him harder than any punch he had ever taken.

By the time he pulled back, panting, his forehead pressing against yours, he could feel your breath against his lips—shaky, unsteady, just as wrecked as he was.

You looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes dazed, and fuck, he had never seen anything more perfect.

He smirked, but it was different this time—softer, but no less intense.

“Tch. Told you,” he muttered, his voice rough from the weight of everything he had just let go.

You exhaled, blinking up at him, breathless but grinning, and shit, that smile—that goddamn smile—made something inside him snap all over again.

“Okay. Yeah. That was definitely a confession.”

He huffed a laugh, his chest still heaving. “Damn right it was.”

And when you reached up, tracing your fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw, tilting his face back down to yours, he knew—he fucking knew.

There was no going back from this.

The world could go to hell, the entire damn boxing circuit could collapse, and he wouldn’t care.

In that moment, with the stars shining overhead and the world spinning just for them, Bakugo felt something shift inside. No longer just a fighter or a hot-headed boxer—he was yours.

And he wasn’t letting you go.

Mine, he thought, and he knew he was ready to face whatever came next—together.

And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid of wanting.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

art creds: gsony24

[pandoraspurgatory]

What Friends are for

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader. Katsuki cant masturbate, and it’s up you to help him out<3

I’ve been utterly obsessed with this headcanon since I saw it on AO3, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do

Cw: Masturbation, FWB, BJ, Ball play, Slightly Submissive Katsuki, only slightly MINORS DNI

Being insatiably horny with no release, was a frustrating situation for anybody, though for Katsuki it was worse, bordering on making him insane. He heard it all the time, his friends constantly spouting “just jerk off, it’ll calm you down!” And similiar nonsense that made his blood boil. As if jerking off could change the course of the planet like his classmates chalked it up to be.

It was hard to ignore though, the United Alliance dorms had been a cesspit of horny young adults since the 1st year. Though now the class were in their 3rd year of Class 1A and were all 18; Sex was the hot topic of the year.

He didn’t understand the logic behind it, but somehow once everyone became legal adults, the taboo flew out the window and immersed itself as casual conversation.

It was only last month that Denki and Kirishima made an attempt at the infamous ‘No Nut November”. Katsuki never bothered to ask how long they lasted, though was tempted to join the class betting pool on who would loose first.

Though in hindsight the NNN betting pool was a horrific idea, with half the class trying to set up Kirishima, and half the class trying to set up Denki. Katsuki is confident he never wants to see Mina dressed up as Midnight again after that ordeal, or Mineta in a maid costume.

He wouldn’t admit it within an inch of his life, but Katsuki had never successfully touched himself. There were multiple attempts of humping into his mattress, grinding himself against his pillow and even a weird porn meditation thing he found that was supposed to make him ‘cum with his mind’. It failed miserably, he doesn’t like to think about it.

The issue is his quirk, he can only stroke and pump himself for about 30 seconds until his palms start to spark and he ends up with burns all over his shaft. There are the options of hand free masturbating tools made for people with the same predicaments, though he couldn’t bare the humiliation if his classmates ever found out about it.

It wasn’t until he bit the bullet and tried to do it again. It happened like clockwork every few months, and it always ended the same unsatisfying and painful way.

It was 1am in the morning. Katsuki was rarely up this time of the night, but this particular morning he woke up with a painfully hard erection and his dick dripping precum from a rather erotic dream he had.

A wall away, you slept soundly in your bed, covers snug up to your chin as your heated mattress protecter added extra comfort to your needed slumber. Though that peacefulness was soon interrupted by the sound of small explosions and a frustrated groan coming from the wall opposite your bed.

Having Bakugo Katsuki as a dorm room neighbour was usually pleasant. Though despite his crude personality and edgy nature; he was a clean, quiet and reserved person. Respecting the quiet curfew of the dorms.

Hence why hearing him in distress was out of the ordinary, you shot up in bed, listening for more noises as you quickly emerged from your warm sheets.

Thoughts swarmed through your mind, was Bakugo sick? Having a nightmare? Lost control of his quirk?Did a villain get him?? You two were particularly close, and you came to the conclusion he couldn’t be too mad if you barged into his room at this hour. For all you knew, he could have lost control of his quirk and charred half the room by now.

Throwing on your warm oodie and a pair of slippers, you exited your dorm and walked the few metres to Bakugos door. Hesitating for moment on whether to knock or not, eventually deciding it was futile, how could he open the door and greet you if he was being attacked by a villain?

Despite expecting the dorm room to be locked shut, the door swung open after you gripped and turned the handle. Katsukis room was pitch black, only slightly lightened by the sparks emerging from his palms every few seconds.

The sound of fabric rustling and panted breaths filled your ears as you felt for the light switch, ready to activate your quirk any second incase there was actually a villain hiding somewhere around you. You finally found the switch and hit it, bright light encased the small room, revealing Katsuki sitting up on his bed.

Before you could properly stare at his horrified and bewildered face and red cheeks, your eyes caught on to the sight of his hard cock. Leaking precum into his sheets and bouncing back against his abdomen as he tried to shove it down.

He felt his aching dick twitch, he only felt himself grow harder as he looked at your face. It was grossly perverted and Katsuki damn well knew it. However it couldn’t be controlled after his vivid dream of pounding you into the mattress, the dream which brought him to his exact situation. The meek sound of your voice tore him from his racing thoughts.

“Bakugo… I’m so sorry… I thought you were in danger”

He swallowed, if he wasn’t in danger before then he definitely was now. Only god knows who you could message and call about this later, for all he knew he could go downstairs tomorrow only to be relentlessly teased for gawking at you as he sat there stark naked. He had to say something, before you-

Fuck… what? Why were you? He couldn’t believe his eyes as you walked up to where he was and sat beside him. You placed your hand over his with a small smile creeping onto the corners of your mouth. His throat felt painfully dry like it was filled with cotton.

“Kats… spill it”

“Spill what idiot? That you’re creeping into my room like a crazy woman, how dare-“

“Seriously, people don’t get hard and decide to explode their room at 1 in the morning.”

This was it, the moment of truth he had spent his teenage years dreading. To top this shitshow off, he would have to tell the truth to the person who got him all hot and bothered like this in the first place. Fuck, he couldn’t say it, he couldn’t admit that-

You interrupted once again.

“I’ve heard of this before, that some people get too… excited and set off their quirks when trying to pleasure themselves… is this the first time it’s happened?”

He swallowed his pride, there was no getting out of this one no matter how hard he tried.

“Try every time, I’ve never been able to fucking do it”. He growled, looking to the opposite side of the room to avoid meeting your gaze.

He began to mentally prepare himself to get the ridicule of a lifetime. Katsuki was what everyone wanted to be - strong, resilient, determined, and yet he couldn’t even jerk himself off.

“Can I help? If that’s okay…?”

The word please escaped his mouth before he could even think of a reply. He groaned as he realised how desperate he sounded for you to touch him.

Only moments later you pushed him down onto his plush mattress, wrapping your hand around his achingly hard length as it throbbed under your touch. His quiet groans quickly turning into a desperate moans as you started to stroke him at a slow pace.

The dream that awoke him only minutes earlier played back in his mind, his dick pulsated as he relished in the vision of you fucked out of your mind while his fat cock was stuffed into your soaked tight pussy.

He met your gaze through half lidded eyes, you smiled at him, signalling that it was okay. He finally felt himself relax into your warm and comforting touch, low moans escaping from his lips as you focused on rubbing his tip.

He would’ve thought by now he would’ve blown up his whole room, he wasn’t sure why his palms weren’t sparking and igniting. Though he chose not to dwell on it. Out of sight, out of mind he figured.

You stroked him slowly, trying to execute a confident demeanour despite the fact your mind was racing in a thousand different directions. You had your hands around the fat cock of Bakugo Katsuki, your only weakness and crush… no obsession of three long years. You had yet to be pushed away or blown to bits, so that had to be good news of some sort to indicate he was entranced as you were.

Your panties grew increasingly damp as you listened to his strained gasps, as much as you wanted to hop up and eagerly jump on his dick and have him make you his bitch until morning, this was about him and making him feel good.

Though it was now or never if you were going to tame the beast, slowly but surely you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his shaft. Without any warning, he bucked his hips into your face, his eyes rolled back into his head, your touch earning a whine from the back of his throat.

It took all his restraint not to fuck your throat until you were slobbering all over him like the slut he was going to make you. But his quirk hasn’t activated yet, and he wasn’t going to risk it happening in a moment like this.

You bobbed up and down, savouring his musky scent as you began to bring your focus to his throbbing tip yet again. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked and swirled your tongue over him, tasting his slick precum.

An unexpected, high pitched whine filled your ears as you began to fondle his balls slowly, squeezing every now and then to truely give him the height of pleasure. Feeling increasingly proud of yourself as each ragged gasp emerged from him.

Katsuki couldn’t focus, completely blissed out at the exhilarating feeling of you pleasuring him with your lewd mouth. He always anticipated himself to be rough and dominant in the bedroom, though you had him trembling under your touch.

“Hnngg… feels so fucking good… keep- mhhmmm… going pretty girl”.

His husky voice was all you needed, sucking in a breath as you deepthroated his cock as you cupped and grabbed at his balls. You tried not to gag, his length was average but his girth was intense for a beginner like you. The corners of your lips aching as you struggled to envelop all of him into your mouth.

Katsuki suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair as to try and suppress the urge to immediately spill himself down your tight throat. Where the fuck you leant this, he didn’t know. His face was flushed and his hair disheveled as you continued to suck him dry.

He hoped he’d have more warning to his impending orgasm, though as he felt his legs tremble and cock pulsate in your mouth. He could only manage to mutter a heads up.

“Fu… fuck.. nhgg… cumming”

You didn’t need to think twice, you wanted to feel his thick cum in your mouth as soon as the universe would will it, but it was no fun not seeing the action. Parting your lips from his dick, you gave him a few quick pumps as he quivered, spilling over the edge.

With a final grunt and a slight convulsion, he began to shoot his cum onto your face. The feeling of how his cock pulsated with each load made you weak. He knew there was nothing more fucking beautiful than the erotic look on your face as he ejaculated onto your lips.

His climax hit him like a freight train, shockwaves calming down in his body as his cock finally finished spilling itself. He looked at you, a dorky smile on your face as you gripped his hand.

He understood it all now, and there was no fucking way in hell he would ever participate in No Nut November with you around.

[luvseraphh]

can't help falling in love.

⊹ synopsis. headcanons of your relationship with your boyfriend, eijiro <3

⊹ content warnings. fluff, headcanons, gn!reader

⊹ pairing. eijiro kirishima x reader

bf!kirishima who never lets you carry your own bag. he would rather die than let you do things for yourself. after all, his job was to do all the work and your's was to just sit there and look pretty.

bf!kirishima who is constantly hyping you up. you could say the stupidest thing known to man or make the worst joke and he'd be like "HELL YEAH!"

bf!kirishima who helps you pursue every and any dream you have. whether you want to be an influencer or a writer or a doctor or even a hero just like him! he will back you up and do whatever he can to help you achieve your dreams and goals.

bf!kirishima who will buy you anything you want. he thinks it's the manly thing to do! it doesn't matter if he has $4 or $4,000,000, he will buy whatever you want.

bf!kirishima who despite how strong and manly he is, acts like the biggest baby when he is sick. he has a tiny cold with a temperature that's barely considered a fever and he tells you he's dying just so you'll take care of him.

bf!kirishima who is the best boyfriend ever <3

@justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai @straows @grenadehearts @hecate-frenchfries @imagine-all-the-imagines

ⓒ luvseraph 6/24/25

[mirophobic]

⌗ : Kiribaku x readers have me in a chokehold pls help

part one (you are here) part two part three

Bakugo stands at the island in the dorm room kitchen glaring at You and Kirishima who are sitting on the couch. Your legs thrown over his lap, and arms crosses over your chest, as he scratches up and down your shin, rambling on about his day, quietly laughing when you make a joke.

He hated PDA. Especially when it was you two. Because he couldn't tell who he wanted to be more.

He fell in love with Kirishima first, then Kirishima started dating you. And he hated you for the longest time, until one day he walked in on the two of you making out.

It took you a second to even realize the door had opened, but when you did you pulled away quickly and wiped your swollen lips off, staring up at him in embarrassment, mumbling a soft "sorry bakugo...".

Something clicked in his head, you were hot too. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't have both of you, hell he couldn't even have one of you!

it angers him to no end.

Bakugo crosses him arms and licks his teeth, he can't seem to tear his eyes away when Kirishima leans in to kiss you, he mumbles something before connecting your lips, a smile reaches yours.

"get a room!" He barks from his spot in the kitchen, making both of your heads turn to him in surprise. "Bakugo! I didn't see you there!" Kirishima says lifting your legs off of his lap to go talk to his best friend.

Bakugo tenses up, but does a good job at hiding how nervous he was to talk to him.

"what is it with you and walking in on us kissing?" Kirishima jokes leaning his torso over the island with that wide, bright, annoying smile on his face.

The blonde licks his bottom tongue in annoyance, "I don't do it on purpose." he scowls, and Kirishima laughs again. "I don't know... You seem to do it a lot." A tuff of h/c hair is spotted over his shoulder, as you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss a spot on his neck, "Im gonna go to my room, 'kay?" Your voice is slightly over a whisper, it's warm and comforting.

He watches as you walk away, "isn't she amazing?" Kirishima says, with that love sick look in his eyes. "I mean, she's everything I could have ever asked for, she's smart, and insanely strong willed" he sighs, and Bakugo turns his head to look at him, but Kirishimas eyes don't move.

Bakugo heart aches, but he scoffs "you two are disgusting, good night, shitty hair..." His feet hit the ground roughly with every step he takes towards his room.

God he hates couples, especially you two.

[strawberry-nugget]

Summary: You ask Katsuki to make you eggs

Tags // Warnings: Fluff, comfort, a little bit of insecure Katsuki. All characters are 20+

Paring: Bakugo Katsuki x reader

“Katsuki, please please please can you please fry some eggs for me? Pleeeease?”

Katsuki blinks his eyes into yours like he’s got a tick. Nose scrunched, brows furrowed and lips pressed and pulled in a frown so deep— his stink face is immaculate, always has been. However the confusion lies as to why it’s directed to you.

Your expression is quite on the contrast of his. Pursed out pouty lips, nostrils flared and dragged downwards by your pout, eyebrows looking like they’ve taken a turn downwards and eyes so big and gleamy, like you’re seeing stars.

Katsuki shakes his head and one hand covers his eyes, the pads of his fingers rubbing at his temples a little too hard.

When he came home from his shift fifteen minutes ago, you were simply sprawled on the couch, watching one of your shows. He had just managed to get out of the shower with the towel still on his head when he found you in the kitchen; one hand holding two eggs, the other holding a pan and the annoying repeating sound of the voice of a TikTok cook in the background talking about how easy it is to fry eggs.

Katsuki knows you’re scared shitless of frying your own eggs. He also knows you’d never ask him to cook anything for you—you’d only let him cook for you if he absolutely wanted to or had enough energy for it. So if you’re asking it means you’re craving and Katsuki would never say no to whether you begged for it or not.

In guttural essence, his expression isn’t a reaction to the fact that you’re asking for something. It’s a reaction of the fact that you've said please so many fucking times.

And yes, even though he loves hearing you beg like this it’s only ever in the context of the baby making process—not this one.

Wait, has he done something wrong to upset you? Nooo, it can’t be, right? No actually, never mind scratch that, he's gonna push that thought aside and make you your eggs, because your face right now is too cute to be real.

“Whatchu have to beg for like that, babe? ‘Course I’ll cook eggs for you”

Your cheeks are immediately trapped between his thumb and pointer and your pout furthers forward him. Katsuki gives you an awkward, pressed-lip smile as he squeezes your face twice.

Aw you look so cute, why is he in his head so much!?

“Oh thank you Katsuki” you jump in joy, inching in closer so you can kiss his cheek with the eggs and the pan still in your arms. Katsuki has to hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are burning at this simple, little peck “you always make them perfect and im scared to do it myself”

Normally, he’d whine, tell you they’re just eggs that they can’t hurt you and you shouldn’t be afraid of them. But today he just takes the eggs and the pan from your hands and sets them on the stove. Today he kisses your cheek back. All sloppy, just how he likes it.

But as he settles for pouring some oil onto the pan and turning the stove on, he remains somewhat bothered, when he knows he shouldn’t be.

He just… doesn’t like the fact that you thought you had to beg for him to make your eggs. You never ask him to do things for you! Like the time you fixed the kitchen sink pipes by yourself, or the time you bought a whole ass new bed and had it set and made by the time he came home from patrol. Or the time you installed all the at home gym equipment by yourself, or—or. How he comes home to his favourite food always being made and served at the table!

He secretly gets so jealous every time he listens to Kirishima mumble about how he does these things for his girlfriend despite also working full time as a hero!

It’s unfair, you don’t have to beg him to cook you eggs, he would get down on his hands and knees and swipe the floor clean if you told him to.

Yet, you hop on the counter —keeping a safe distance from the pan— and sway your legs back and forth for a few seconds, your face incredibly love sick as you watch Katsuki rampage through the fridge to pull out an avocado, some cherry tomatoes and some orange juice.

Though, to you Katsuki looks rather… quiet. 

The little towel bundle he has on his hair hasn’t moved an inch further than the ones you make would do; your heart tugs at the way the edges rest behind his ears, making them protrude and fold outwards—so so cute. But normally he would have tossed the towel by now, he would be whining about how his ears hurt. And he definitely isn’t. He’s way too focused on watching the oil heating up in the pan.

You hop off the counter, ignoring the suspicious little look Katsuki throws over his shoulder as you creep toward him. He’s hunched ever so slightly over the stove, brow furrowed like he’s concentrating way too hard on something as simple as frying an egg.

You slide your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades and giving him a slow, sleepy squeeze and just a teeny tiny kiss on his spine.

“I know you’re so tired from working baby, im so sorry” you whisper “but I’m really craving eggs, I’d make them on my own if I wasn’t scared of the whooshing sounds and the hot oil splatters”

“Hm” he grunts and you don’t see it, but he’s pouting as well.

Because why the hell are you apologising right now? 

“Katsu,” you mumble, your voice muffled against his shirt. “Why’re you being weird?”

He tenses a little in your hold, like he’s been caught. “M’not bein’ weird,” he mutters.

“You’re definitely being weird,” you hum, squeezing tighter and rocking left and right on your heels, swaying him with you.

He exhales hard through his nose, setting the spatula down with a little clatter and resting his hands lightly over yours where they’re wrapped around his middle.

He turns in your arms then, finally facing you fully. You barely have time to look up before his hand is cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. His face is closer now, expression a little bashful but full of warmth.

“I like takin’ care of you,” he says quietly, eyes so kind and yearning. “More than anything. Hear me?”

You lean into the touch, smiling so sweetly it nearly makes him combust.

“I know you don’t want a man to do shit for you, but you take care of me a lot. I wanna take care of you too”

He sighs, then covers your hand where it rests over his back with his own. His thumb brushes slowly across your knuckles.

“You shouldn’t have to beg for shit like this,” he mumbles. “Just—made me think. That’s all.”

You lift your head a little. “Think about what?”

“You don’t ask for anything. Ever. You do a million things on your own and never expect help. Then you give me the biggest puppy eyes just to make eggs.” His voice dips, like he’s embarrassed by even saying this out loud. “Makes me feel like I’m not doing enough for you.”

You’re quiet for a beat, just holding him tighter.

“Katsuki,” you whisper. “You do so much for me. Every single day. Just ‘cause I don’t ask doesn’t mean I don’t see it.”

He shifts again, a little awkward. Like he wants to believe you but doesn’t know how. His brows furrow and he pouts, ever so slightly. But you can read him! He isn’t slick at all right now!

“Katsuki- what, oh my god!” You laugh and laugh right into his face, cracking the seriousness of the moment, in an attempt to cheer him up. It��s inevitable for him to not get in his head and frown over something ever so small and silly. You love him for that, honestly. You understand exactly where this stems from and maybe, you were a little bit dramatic when you asked for the eggs. You understand how it contradicts with how mushy you are right now.

“I was just being cute! I just want boyfie-made eggs babe, no need to be insecure because of this”

“I know you were bein’ cute,” he grumbles, thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles. “That’s the problem.”

You blink, confused.

“Since when is me being cute a problem?” you ask, looking up at him, lips all pouty again.

He groans like you’ve personally tried to end his life. You know he's gonna circle the same issue just for a little more and you’ll let him. He deserves to feel reassured as well. Heavens know he always reassures you.

“It’s not—fuck, it’s not a problem, alright?” he says, tilting his head to glance at you from the side. His expression softens the second he meets your eyes. “It’s just… you asked so sweet, like you really didn’t think I’d do it unless you begged or somethin’. And that’s what’s weird.”

You go quiet, hugging him tighter, your hands bunching slightly in the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, cheek pressed to his chest again. “I know you’d do anything for me. That’s why I asked. Not ‘cause I thought you wouldn’t. I just… I wanted to be a little spoiled today. By you. And I like whining”

He stiffens again for just a moment—then melts.

His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in close as he leans back into you just a little. His voice is low, rough at the edges, but gentle.

“You don’t gotta do that whole act, baby. You could walk up to me and say, ‘Hey, bitch boy, make me eggs,’ and I’d still do it.”

You giggle into his chest, and he lets out a soft breath that’s dangerously close to a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call you bitch boy. But I do like acting all dramatic,” you grin, lifting your head to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “And I like when you take care of me.”

“I like takin care of my girl,” he says quietly. “I don’t like you lifting a finger to do anything”

You lean into the toucht and his heart catches dangerously in his chest.

“Then shut up and make me my eggs, bitch-boy” you laugh and move your hand inside his vicious grip to slap his ass playfully.

Ughhhhh he just loves you so much.

That gets a real laugh out of him, bright and short and perfect. He kisses your forehead, then your nose for good measure. Then both of your cheeks.

Then, Katsuki turns back to the stove, cracks the egg over the pan—and the sizzle that follows is absolutely vicious. You flinch immediately.

“Jesus!” you squeak, clinging to his back like the egg just pulled a knife on you. “Why does it sound like that?! That’s not normal!”

“It’s a hot pan, dumbass.” Katsuki snorts, taps your thigh just enough to signal you to jump, climb his back like he's gonna give you a piggyback ride. You do without hesitation.

“It sounds like it wants to fight me.”

“It is fightin’ you. It knows you were too scared to fry it yourself.”

“I was right to be scared!”

He shakes his head, shoulders shaking with laughter as he calmly adjusts the heat. You peek over his shoulder with wide eyes, cautiously watching the egg cook like it might jump out of the pan and chase you.

But you don’t let go of him—not even when he shuffles slightly to flip it. You just stay latched onto his back like a little backpack, whispering commentary about the egg’s anger issues.

“That egg’s got beef with me,” you murmur, narrowing your eyes. “I felt it in the vibes.”

Katsuki lets out a wheezy little laugh and reaches back to squeeze your thigh where it’s curled around his hip. “Yeah? Then it better square the fuck up, ’cause I’m not lettin’ it lay a hand on you.”

You gasp dramatically. “My hero!”

“Damn right.”

The sizzling starts to die down as the egg firms in the pan, and your grip around his neck loosens just a bit, your head growing heavier where it rests on the slope of his shoulder. Your arms are still draped around him, but now they’re more relaxed, less clingy—just naturally wrapped around the person you love the most.

A moment later, you let yourself slip down from his back and he groans at the action like youve slipped away far from his grasp.

Katsuki carefully slides the eggs onto a plate, then adds the little tomatoes he sliced and the avocado he fanned out like it’s a competition. The orange juice is already poured. He even put a sprinkle of chili flakes on top, just the way you like.

You blink sleepily as he turns to you, one brow raised, holding the plate like he just wants to kiss you stupid. And you let him, mushing his head with yours, smooching your lips onto his with soundly mwah-mwah-mwahhhhs!

You laugh, grabbing the towel still perched on his head and yanking it with both hands. It flops forward and hits him right in the face.

“Hey—!” he tries to protest, muffled under the fabric.

You wiggle it like you’re wringing out a dishcloth. “Why is this still on your head, huh? You tryna give yourself cauliflower ears again?”

Katsuki finally yanks it off and throws it on the counter, grumbling like an old man. “It was warm, okay?”

You gasp. “You were being cozy! You softie!”

“Shuddup!” He whines, that cracked out yearning thing that you adore “sit down and eat your eggs!”

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[plussizeficchick]

Close to You | Denki x Chubby!Reader

Summary; Denki doesn’t play when it comes to threats to your relationship, even at the expense of his friends.

Warnings: smut (p in v, implied cunnilingus, breeding kink (I mean it’s me😂) slight quirkplay) mean!Denki (but really only to his friend, he takes it out on your pussy though😣) dickhead!bakugo.

SN: I will be posting the Jungkook fic soon!!😭but this is just a little snack I had preplanned until then😉😂

You weren’t quite sure how you got here.

As soon as Denki stormed through your door, everything had been a bit of a blur. The only things you were able to make out of the senseless rambling was “fucking dickhead” “can make her come harder than anything” “gonna fuckin’ breed her”.

That, that had your pussy quivering.

While you were busy pondering what brought on this sudden shift in your boyfriend’s mood, Denki was thinking of all the different ways he was going to show everyone just how much you’re his.

— —

“Does he always talk to you like that?” Denki looks up at you from where his head is resting on your lap. “Who?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion. 

You’d both decided it was time for you to meet his friends and he couldn’t have been more excited about it. You met with the group at a homey sports bar for the more relaxed atmosphere and besides a few minor flubs, he thought you all got along well. You and Mina made plans to get your nails done together, you recommended the rolling papers you use to Sero, and Kirishima hadn’t found someone with his sense of humor in ages. You even managed to bring Bakugo out of his shell, bouncing recipes off of one another seamlessly. So he wondered what went wrong.

“Bakugo, I don’t really like how he talks to you.” You try to convey without looking controlling. “Like when he calls you stupid and things like that. I mean he even had you running around, getting stuff for him today like you’re some “errand boy”.” “That’s just how he is,” Denki waves you off. He was used to Bakugo’s antics after having gone to school with him, so he knows better than to take it to heart. “And he doesn’t genuinely mean it when he calls me dumb.” He chuckles, focusing his attention back to what’s playing on TV. You sigh, a bit unsatisfied with his answer. “You know your friends better than I do,” You start, carding your fingers through his blonde tresses. “I just don’t think it’d kill him to be a bit kinder to you. You’re not in high school anymore, you don’t have to cater to him.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. But what you said got him thinking.

— — 

If Denki was being honest, he was pretty accustomed to the way things were. And if he hadn’t met you, he was sure that this would’ve been his everyday life.

You hadn’t meant to initially, but you made him realize that there was a sort of hierarchy within his friend group with Bakugo at the head and after being with you for so long, he realized he was actually getting fucking sick of it.

Sure, Bakugo’s kind of behavior is expected when you’re a hormonal teen struggling with new emotions, but now it’s time to get a fucking grip.

He hadn’t even meant for everything to go down the way it did, but Katsuki’s nothing if not a shit starter.

— —

“and then Mina’s gonna pick her up so they can get their nails done. I’m pretty sure they’re gonna head back to (Y/N)’s place to get ready and we can pick them up from there.” Kirishima explained to Denki, whilst simultaneously narrowly dodging a blue shell in Mario Kart. Denki grunts in frustration, his character having slipped on a banana peel. “That sounds good, gives us plenty of time-” He’s cut off by Katsuki’s brash voice sounding from the couch. “Hey, Dunceface, go and get me a milk carton from the kitchen.”

Now, normally Denki would’ve made a playful comment about Katsuki being lazy before getting up and doing what he was told, but after being with you, after spending so much time working on bettering himself not just for you, but for himself, he’s not just gonna be walked all over anymore.

“Nah I’m in the middle of something, anyways, Kiri. I was think-” “HAH?! Did ya fuckin’ hear me? I wasn’t asking-” “Is it really that serious, Bakugo? I’m doing something so just get it yourself.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at Bakugo’s immaturity. Both Kirishima and Sero watch the display with baited breath, unsure why Kaminari suddenly has a death wish. Bakugo’s eyes widen at the blatant disrespect, sparks threatening to shoot from his hands, however, Kaminari doesn’t back down.

Katsuki narrows his eyes before a humorless chuckle escapes him, “Oh, I get it. Ever since Chubs decided to fuck with your dumbass you think you’re a big man. But no matter who you fuck, Dunceface you’ll always be the idiot who can’t function after using their quirk.” Bakugo practically spits. 

If Katsuki had said something like this around a year ago, Denki would’ve probably sulked and went to do what Bakugo had told him to, but now, he felt nothing but pure indifference. “You know something Bakugo, I really used to admire you,” Kaminari starts, a smug smirk making its way to Bakugo’s lips. “I really thought I wanted to be strong like you. But now, now I just feel sorry for you. I mean you spend everyday comparing yourself to Midoriya, you’re shitty to everyone who fucking cares about you and you’re so insufferable to everyone else that no one else genuinely WANTS to get near you.” A humorless chuckle leaves Denki’s own lips, grateful to finally get this off his chest. “You think people want to be around you because you’re cool when the only reason they can even stand to be near you is because of how dangerous your QUIRK is. People wouldn’t give a fuck about you otherwise.” Kaminari stands, collecting his stuff before moving towards the door, “I’ll see you guys later,” He emphasized to Kirishima and Sero. “Maybe you can get him to be an actual decent human being.” He scoffs, walking out of Kirishima’s apartment.

Bakugo’s left stunned, Kirishima’s shocked and Sero’s impressed. Though, it doesn’t take long for Bakugo’s shock to turn to anger, explosions ready to burst from his hands. “He’s. Fucking. DEAD!!” He exclaims, and that’s all it takes to snap Kirishima out of his stupor, trying his best to calm the explosive blonde down.

— —

It’s difficult for you to form a coherent thought with the sound of skin slapping against your ears.

You’re on your knees, arch pressed deep into your back as Denki slams his cock deep inside you. You gasp at the intrusion, but you have no time to recover as he sets an unforgiving pace. “He’s a fucking bitch. Doesn’t know shit.” He growls under his breath, hips canting against the fat of your ass, the sight of the rippling skin making his mouth water. You’re trying to talk, want to ask him what happened at Kirishima’s place, but then he’s slamming against that gummy spot deep inside and you keen. 

You’re limp, practically dead weight as Denki flips you over onto your back. He has your knees pressed against your chest, your pudgy tummy folded over as he slams his hips against yours, the fat jiggling deliciously. 

“Please,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath as he aims directly for your g-spot, your cunt clenching at his unforgiving pace. “Fucker thinks he knows shit about us, I’ll fucking show ‘im.” Denki mutters under his breath, cock throbbing at the warm wetness surrounding it.

He’s ravenous, tongue laving at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. You whine as his hands reach to pinch your nipples, your clit twitching signs of your impending release. “Please, baby. Let me cum, please.” You beg, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The sight has Denki feeling a bit merciful, after all, you weren’t the one to rile him up. 

So he pulls back a bit, sitting back on his haunches to grind his cock deep inside you, hitting spots you couldn’t dare reach on your own. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, using little shocks from his quirk on the bundle of nerves.

The feeling sends a new wave of arousal gushing from your already sore cunt, but you’re nothing if not greedy for his cum. “Want you to cum in me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You murmur, cradling his face in your palms. You do your best to keep eye contact, though, with the way his cock is drilling inside you, the action is difficult. You connect your lips together and the act has Denki’s hips stuttering before he thrusts once, twice and he’s filling you up, snatching your nth orgasm unexpectedly from you.

You slowly pull away from each other, though Denki is sure to keep his cock nestled deep inside you, flipping you both over so that you’re on top of him. You trace shapes on his bare chest, slowly coming down from your highs. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?” 

Denki sighs as he thinks back on what led him here. There was no doubt that the dynamic in the friend group has shifted, whether that was in his favor or not remained to be seen but what he could see was right in front of him.

You.

You were his present and his future, and as he slips his cock out of your sore cunt and the rush of his cum gushes from you like a river, his mouth waters at the idea of this being his new everyday. He shakes his head as he pushes you to lay back, situating himself between his new home.

“Just wanted to be close to you.”

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