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💕Fairy Friend💕

⋆𖦹°Prince!Bakugou x Fairy! Female reader⋆𖦹°

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fluff, oneshot ,sfw

Fairy reader: You're racist to fairies. You got turned into one because you insulted one, and it cursed you to be a fairy during the day but at night you turned normal size, You have no family, because they also racists to fairies. Bakugo and you met when he tried to get you, you looked like a roach. Now, you and him are a duo in the woods, platonically. At least, you think it's platonically, though.

Bakugou: Bakugou’s just out adventuring since he’s going to be king in a year, he might as well explore alone before getting stuck in a castle with a bunch of boring people. He felt something on his back, thought it was a roach, and tried to hit it but stopped when he saw it was a fairy. it was you, screaming at him. somehow you two became close and now he kinda developed feelings for you but don't know for sure. now you both sitting next to each other eating in a restaurant discussing what's the next adventure.

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MORNING

at All you can eat Cafe both you sitting across each other both plates have pancakes its morning right now.

"How can you eat normal-sized food when you're that little?"

"Cause I can. Mind your business I'm eating."

sigh "Aight... after this, we should look at the map, see where we're goin' next..." takes a mouthful of pancakes. Fatass

"Can we rest, dude? I've been flying too much lately."

"Huh? You barely fly. You’re always sittin’ on my head or chillin' in my pockets. I’m the one walkin’ here. And I’m perfectly fine, too. Look at me. Heh I’m not tired at all."

"Mhm. Mmm hmm. Mmm," you mumbled, cheeks full of sweet desserts.

As YOU yes you fatass finished your breakfast before Bakugou, you noticed an old man walking past the restaurant with a large sack slung over his back. He looked tired, worn down, as he stepped into a shabby-looking shop that had definitely seen better days.

You glanced over at Bakugou still busy with his food then darted toward his our backpack. Quick as ever, you snatched the money sack and took off, flying straight toward the run-down shop.

"HEY! COME BACK! YOU LIL FUCK"

At the shop as you carry the big money sack in your hands looking around, and saw a gorgeuas mirror as you look at it caressing the edges looking at yourself at mirror.

"is there anything you like little one?"

"MOTHER OF PEARLS! OuHuh.. you startled me sir.. heh. Uh yeah How much is this mirror?"

"oh its 20$ coins dear"

"I'll take it!-"

"YOU!-"

Bakugou looked at you as you flew toward him, already handing the old man 20 gold coins, carrying the heavy golden mirror in your tiny hands.

"Ugh… heh. Let’s go rest in the cabins they’ve got here. I’m so tired you too, right?"

You flew past him, acting casual, even though he was staring at you intensely. Honestly, with how small you were, you had no idea why he didn’t just swat you like a bug sometimes.

Without a word, Bakugou snatched the mirror from your hands and tucked it into his bag. You blinked in shock you really thought he was just gonna glare at you while you struggled to carry it all the way to the cabins.

"Thanks, buddy," you said, plopping yourself on top of his head. You patted his hair and dangled upside down over his forehead, smiling wide. You didn't notice but Bakugo cheeks was a tint of pink just for a second.

EVENING

at a cabin its almost dawn, both of you decided to rest.

Bakugou, as he was undressing, glanced over at you while browsing through the items you both had just bought for the journey.

You were fixated on a golden mirror one you had picked out yourself. You traced your fingers along the detailed edges, mesmerized by the intricate, handmade craftsmanship.

Bakugou stared at you with a neutral expression, not really sure why he was so caught up whether it was you or the mirror that had him fascinated, he couldn't tell.

"Yo dawg, what the heck you lookin' at? My tiny ass or somethin'?"

"So? I’m just watching you spend our money on useless shit."

"You’re rich.. you’ll be fine, cheapskate."

He turned his back to you, facing the wall as he struggled to get his button-up shirt off. His face was clearly flushed, but you brushed it off he’d always been like that since the first time you met.

You hovered in place, sitting on the edge of the windowsill, legs lazily swinging back and forth. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of fabric and the creak of old wood beneath your movements.

"You know, for someone who acts all grumpy and explosive, you sure get shy fast."

"Shut up," Bakugou muttered, his voice low and gruff. He finally yanked the shirt off and tossed it onto a chair.

You smirked, not even offended. "I'm just saying. It’s kinda cute."

He tensed up for a second just one before grabbing his travel bag and muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Damn fairy."

You floated over and landed lightly on the bed, wings folding behind you. "You’re lucky I’m the cool kind of fairy, y’know. Some of us curse people for less."

"Yeah? Remind me to take my chances next time," he shot back, but his tone was softer than usual.

He lay on the bed, getting ready to sleep, pulling the blanket up as he settled in. You laid down too right on the pillow, your tiny body close to where Bakugou’s head rested.

His eyes drifted shut, breaths evening out, slow and deep. You turned your gaze to the window beside the bed, watching as the sun sank lower behind the trees, golden light melting into dusk.

The room was filled with silence. Only your quiet, tiny breaths and your partner’s big, steady breathing filled the space.

For a moment, nothing moved. Just the glow of the setting sun casting long shadows, and the soft rhythm of two strange travelers sharing a pillow one heavy, grounded and warm, the other light, restless, and watching the world fade into night.

You looked at Bakugou, sleeping peacefully his face relaxed, mouth slightly parted, soft snores escaping with each breath.

You reached out, almost touching his cheek… until your wings started to glow.

The light pulsed gently, casting a shimmer across the pillow. You froze.

It was time.

Without another second to waste, you darted off the pillow and zipped toward the window. Your wings glittered as you passed, scattering tiny flecks of magic in the air.

The moment you slipped outside, the air shifted. A swirl of glowing dust surrounded you, the world blurring as your tiny body stretched and grew.

In a breath, you were back full-sized, grounded in the cool night, your bare feet touching the grass just beyond the cabin.

The transformation was always strange, a little dizzying. But tonight, standing there in the quiet.

NIGHT

You locked yourself outside. L

You tried squeezing back through the window like usual, but it wouldn’t budge completely stuck. And besides… you were too big now. Fattie

With a dramatic sigh, you gave up and walked around to the porch of the cabin, barefoot and slightly bitter. Your magic didn’t work at night at least, not the good kind. All you had was flying, and even that was pretty useless when you’re human-sized and freezing your wings off.

You sat down on the wooden steps of the porch, arms wrapped around your knees as the cold night air brushed against your skin. Your wings fluttered instinctively, trying to shake off the chill, but they offered little comfort.

Above you, the sky stretched wide and quiet, stars scattered across the darkness like someone had spilled glitter. You tilted your head back and stared for a while, the silence pressing in, soft and heavy.

Stuck outside. No magic. No blanket.

Just you, the stars, and a really annoying human probably drooling on your half of the pillow. You let out a Yawn and leaned your head against the wooden pole beside you, the one holding up the porch roof drifting to sleep.

“ACHOOAHUH!”

Bakugou sneezed loud enough to rattle the window, groaning as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He blinked blearily at the faint shimmer in the air tiny flecks of fairy dust drifting down like glittery betrayal.

He turned his head toward the pillow beside him… empty.

His brows furrowed. “...The hell?”

Then he heard it soft fluttering noises coming from outside, just beyond the front door.

Still sniffling, Bakugou got up and padded across the wooden floor, rubbing at his eyes. He stopped by the window beside the door, squinting into the dark.

There they were.

Those familiar, fluttering wings glowing faintly in the night air.

You, sitting out on the porch, head leaned against the wooden pole, looking about five seconds away from falling asleep upright.

Bakugou leaned closer to the glass, eyes fixed on you as you slowly drifted off against the porch pole. Your wings gave a lazy twitch, your head tilted slightly, eyes barely open as sleep crept in.

He didn’t open the door. Didn’t call out.

Just watched.

Damn.😔

He wished he could hold you — really hold you.

He’d only ever carried you when you were tiny, curled up in his fist or tucked in his pocket like a little annoying firefly. He’d never held you like this — full-sized, vulnerable, real.

Not once.

Bakugou quietly opened the cabin door, stepping onto the porch with careful, almost hesitant footsteps. The wooden boards creaked under his weight, but you didn’t stir.

He sat down beside you on the stairs, keeping a little distance so he wouldn't wake you. You were shivering slightly, wings fluttering with each breath, tiny glints of fairy dust trailing behind you like snow.

The sight of it made him huff a quiet laugh. YOUR damn dust always leaving a trail.

He remembered every time enemies had tracked you both down just by following the shimmer you left behind. And he really remembered that one time the idiot that jumped out of nowhere and scared the hell out of him. He’d practically blasted a hole through the ground trying to fight back, only to turn around and see you fainted mid-air, flopped in the dirt like a sparkly little pancake.

Bakugou snorted at the memory, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked over at you.

As the memory played in his head you fainting mid-air, him screaming, dust everywhere a soft thump pulled him back to the present.

You’d tipped back in your sleep, wings folding in as your body slumped gently against the wood behind you.

Bakugou moved fast, catching the back of your head with his hand before it hit the wood. He held you there carefully, making sure you didn’t stir. You were a light sleeper, always twitching at every creak, every shift in the wind.

He stayed still for a moment, breathing quietly. Then, slowly really slowly he slid his hand away and shifted your head to rest against his thigh instead.

You didn’t wake.

He leaned back against the wooden door, tilting his head just enough to look down at you. Your breathing stayed even, your face soft and peaceful.

Bakugou didn’t say anything.

Didn’t need to. He just stayed there, one hand resting lightly beside you, the stars above flickering like they were trying to listen in. as he Drift to Sleep.

1 YEAR LATER

MORNING

At the royal coronation, Bakugou’s subjects cheered like their lives depended on it. Trumpets blared, flags waved, and petals rained down from above.

And you?

You were sitting comfortably on the shoulder of a marble statue his mother’s statue, no less legs swinging lazily as you watched it all go down. The crown was placed on his head with the kind of ceremony that made old nobles tear up. Bakugou turned toward the crowd, expression locked in the same signature scowl he always wore.

You snorted.

He looked like someone just asked him to babysit a hundred toddlers not like he just became king. Still, his people cheered, screamed, and cried for him anyway. They loved him. Or feared him. Possibly both. After the formalities, the castle grounds erupted into celebration tables stacked with golden trays of food, fountains of drink flowing, music echoing through the air.

All in honor of King Bakugou. He didn’t smile once. You, however, had already stolen three honey tarts and a goblet twice your size. Life IS good.

“Oi,” Bakugou said, eyeing the now half-empty goblet with a look of both disbelief and judgment. “You seriously just drank all of that? While you’ve got the tiniest ass ever?” You paused, mid-float in the oversized goblet, the wine nearly up to your chin “Yessss Mind yer Business,” you said with a little hiccup, grinning like a menace. “Come on, dude! Drink and eat! Can you watch the goblet for me? I’m in it heheh…”

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about royal embarrassment and damn fairy freeloaders, but he still reached over and kept a steady hand on the goblet so you wouldn’t tip over. “Don’t drown in there. Not tryna explain to anyone how I lost my tiny-ass court moth during MY coronation feast.”

“KATSUKI, GET OVER HERE!”

Bakugou flinched so hard he nearly dropped the goblet with you still lounging in it like a smug little fruit garnish.

"🫧🫧ahgrgrgr gorr eg🫧🫧"

He grumbled under his breath, steadying the cup before carefully setting it down. “Don’t drown,” he muttered, already stomping off toward the booming voice.

“Katsuki,” she said, voice tight with expectation, “meet Princess Mizuki” She stepped aside, revealing a girl in a glittering gown, all soft smiles and political ambition.

“…She’ll be working closely with you during the next few weeks,” his mother added sweetly. “Very closely.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “As a what?”

His mother gave him that look the kind that meant she was two seconds from smacking him upside the head in front of half the kingdom. “As a potential suitor, Katsuki. You're king now. It’s time you started considering your future.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. You, from the goblet, hiccuped loudly. as Bakugo deeply sighed at you and his mother.

EVENING

Evening had settled in, painting the palace walls gold and rose. The roar of the crowd from the Royal Games echoed in the distance people cheering, music still playing somewhere in the gardens, and the smell of roasted meats drifting through the halls.

You were sprawled across Bakugou’s bed, surrounded by a battlefield of torn dessert wrappers and syrup-sticky fingers.

He was standing near the window now, the ceremonial jacket finally clinging to his shoulders like it knew better than to fight him. His shirt collar was slightly crooked, and his hair still refused to behave, but he looked unfairly kingly.

“You done sulking about the speech?” you asked, popping a sugared nut into your mouth.

“I wasn’t sulking,” he grunted, not looking at you. “Just… thinking.”

“Oh no. Not thinking. Anything but that,” you teased, floating up slightly with a buzz of wings, half-dizzy from the sugar high. He glanced over his shoulder at you, something like a smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth. “The hag said I gotta give it soon. After the last match. Subjects’ll be watching. Nobles too. Probably that stuck-up princess from earlier.” You landed on the back of a chair and crossed your arms. “Then tell ’em what you always tell me when I’m whining.”

“..‘Shut up and stop being a little bitch”

You grinned. “Exactly. That’s leadership right there.”

Bakugou huffed a laugh rare, real. It caught in his throat like he wasn’t expecting it, like even he didn’t know he could laugh like that anymore. You smiled at the sight. Not a teasing smirk. Not your usual sugar-high grin. This one was slower, quieter… warm. The kind of smile you didn’t give just anyone. Because that laugh?

It made something in your chest twist a little.

Outside, the cheers got louder. The final match must’ve started. The speech was next.

“C’mon, King,” you said, fluttering next to his shoulder. “Time to go lie to the people about how you’re soft and approachable.” He rolled his eyes, but didn’t push you away when you landed lightly on his shoulder. “Stay there,” he muttered. “You keep me from decking someone.”

“Aw, I'm your royal anger support angel”

“Shut up,” he said again but this time, quieter. Almost fond.

Then he turned, straightening the gold-accented collar himself, eyes fixed on the door ahead like he could already hear the crowd waiting for him.

No hesitation now.

He rolled his shoulders, sharp, ready then glanced at you, his voice steady. “Let’s go.”

You blinked. “You’re not nervous?”

Bakugou scoffed. “Tch. What for? I’ve been through worse than a bunch of loudmouth nobles and drunk villagers.” He paused, lips twitching just slightly. “And besides…” He nodded toward you. “Got my little dumbass fairy with me. We’ve handled worse.”

You felt your wings buzz a little harder and Your face heating a Lil maybe from the compliment, maybe from the soft way he said. Then he opened the door. The hallway beyond was lit in golden torchlight. Guards stood at attention. A court announcer stood at the end of the hall, ready to call the king forward.

You flew up to hover just above his shoulder, like you always did. Like you were meant to be there.

And when the grand doors opened, the noise from the crowd hit — cheering, clapping, the kind of roar only a kingdom could make when they saw their king. Their chosen king.

Bakugou walked forward with zero fear. Chin up, jaw set, fire in his stride. The crown sat heavy on his head, but he wore it like it belonged to him — because it did. He stepped up onto the platform overlooking the arena grounds where the last of the Games had finished. The people were chanting his name. Flags with his crest flew high. The kingdom was alive with light.

He didn’t look at a speech scroll. Didn’t need one.

He raised a hand, and silence fell like magic.

Then he started to speak.

NIGHT

The hall was full of laughter, spinning gowns, clinking goblets, and polished shoes sliding over marble floors. The Dance Ceremony was in full swing — nobles twirling, servants sneaking bites of untouched desserts, musicians playing something soft and flowy in the corner.

You hovered above it all, wings glinting in the golden light as you watched people pretend everything in life was simple.

Bakugou was over by the long banquet table, surrounded by his old squad. His friends from before all the king stuff — the ones who actually got him to smile without trying too hard. He looked... relaxed. At ease. That rare version of him that only came out in small windows.

You smiled at first. He deserved that. He earned it.

But then she walked up to him — the Princess. The one his mother practically shoved at him during the coronation. All polite bows and soft voices and perfectly braided hair. She reached out, touched his arm lightly while laughing at something he said.

Your smile dropped.

You blinked, shook your head, and flew higher — escaping toward the open balcony just above the hall. The night air hit your face like a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

Cool breeze, stars overhead, moon hanging like a crown in the sky.

You landed lightly on the railing, arms crossed as your wings fluttered slow and tired. It was quiet out here — peaceful. But your thoughts weren’t.

You looked back through the open doors. Bakugou was still talking to her. Still standing there, letting her lean in. He wasn’t even looking annoyed.

You frowned.

Your brow knit without you noticing.

Why are you annoyed?

It’s not like he belonged to you. Not really. You were just a cursed fairy, half the time. His travel buddy. His partner. A platonic duo. That’s what you told yourself. That’s what it was.

Right?

You’d spent a year together. That’s all.

But in that year…..

He almost died beside you more than once. And you nearly threw yourself into the fire with him every single time. You shared food in silence when the road was too long and your wings were too tired. He always gave you the last bite, even when he pretended not to notice you staring at it. You slept beside him, not just because you had to, but because it was warm, and safe, and somehow it felt… right. You patched his wounds with your too-small hands, your magic barely enough. He never winced. Never looked away. He carried you in his palm when you couldn’t fly never called you weak for it, never dropped you, even when it meant walking slower. Even when it meant fighting with one arm. He laughed not that fake scoff, but a real laugh when you made dumb jokes. Like the world cracked open just a little and let the sun in. And that one time… when you pretended to be asleep after a long day, curled up by his shoulder, wings limp with exhaustion…

He brushed your hair out of your face with the gentlest touch you didn’t think he had. You were supposed to forget that part. But now, sitting on this balcony, breeze in your face, heart a little too loud in your chest...…Okay, so maybe it was a lot for just a year.

Still. You shouldn’t feel this twisted pit in your stomach.

You shouldn't care if she danced with him.

But you did.

And now you were wondering why your heart beat faster every time he looked at you a second too long.

You’re on the balcony. It’s night. The moon’s out. Stars scattered like salt across the sky.

But your body small, glowing, wings still fluttering hasn’t changed.

You blink.

Once. Twice.

You look at your hands. Still tiny. Still dust-covered. Still… fairy.

Why aren’t you transforming?

You always change at night. That’s the rule. The curse. The deal you made with the universe when you mouthed off to a pissed-off fairy who hit you with magic older than time.

But here you are.

Still small.

Still glowing.

Still cursed.

Your breath catches. A knot curls in your gut not panic, not yet, but close.

“Wait…” you whisper, looking around like someone might explain it to you. “Is it… the curse?”

You glance up at the moon, glowing soft and whole. This isn’t a cloudy night. This isn’t the wrong hour.

You feel your heartbeat quicken. Or maybe that’s just your wings.

Did something change? Did something break?

Your hands rested on the stone railing. Wings still. Breath slow.

You were glowing.

Too much.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Then-

"Hey."

You flinched. Just barely.

But you masked it fast.

You turned your head and there he was standing in the doorway like the whole King thing meant nothing. No crown, no posture. Just Bakugou, eyes narrowed, jaw tense like he was annoyed... or worried.

"Shoulda known you’d sneak off," he muttered, stepping out into the night air, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You forced a grin.

"What, miss me already?"

Your voice came out easy. Teasing. Totally not suspicious. He rolled his eyes. “You always bolt when things get too boring. Thought you’d drown yourself in wine again or somethin’.”

"I'm pacing myself."

You pointed to your faintly glowing chest. “Only half-lit, see?” He stared at you a second longer than necessary. His eyes flicked not in that aggressive Bakugou way, but something quieter. Sharper. Almost like he knew something was off. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved beside you and leaned his arms on the railing, his shoulder a small mountain next to your perch. You glanced at him, heart still rattling in your chest.

Act normal.

“Party too royal for you?” you asked, flicking your foot out. He scoffed. “Party’s fine. People are annoying.”

You smiled a little more real this time. Then he added, without looking at you,

“…You good?”

Your breath caught. But you nodded. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Another quiet pause stretched between you. The breeze moved gently through the trees. Below, you could still hear music and laughter from the ballroom. Bakugou shifted slightly, arms resting on the balcony rail, crown slightly tilted from how many times he’d probably shoved a hand through his hair.

Then, still looking ahead:

“…I like you.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

You blinked slowly. Thought maybe you imagined it. But he didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. He just stood there, He finally looked at you, expression unreadable but eyes… honest.

“You’re loud. And dramatic. You sparkle everywhere. But it’s you.”

“…Bro. Are you about to die? People only say stuff like that when they’re dying.”

He scoffed, brow twitching. “I’m literally fine mothman.” You shifted on your feet, wings fluttering anxiously.

“…You sure it’s not just the crown getting to you?”

He turned toward you fully, now, sharp gaze locked in.

“I’ve carried you in my pocket, watched you fall asleep on pancakes, and fought a snake the size of a carriage for your tiny ass. Think I know what I’m saying.”

You blinked again. Mouth parted. No jokes came this time. Just… warmth. Deep and terrifying. “…Oh.”

He stared. Waited. You took a shaky breath.

“Wanna say that again? But, like… slower. For my diary.”

He rolled his eyes. “Tch.” But the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth? It wasn’t annoyed. Not really.

“Come on, at least give me a damn straight answer.” Your wings twitched behind you, brushing against your arms like they were trying to hide you. You swallowed hard, eyes flicking away. “Hehe… I… mm.” Words caught in your throat.Your chest felt way too tight for how small it was. Everything you wanted to say knotted together and tangled behind your teeth. Bakugou sighed — not frustrated, but gentler than usual. He stepped a little closer.

“Hey.”

His voice was quiet now.

“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready. I ain’t going anywhere.” You looked up at him.

That damn scowl of his was still there, but softer.

Just him.

And you.

And the stupid way your heart thudded like it was trying to fly out of your chest. “…I like you too,” you finally whispered, barely audible.

Then a little louder:

“A lot.” He blinked.

And you swore, swore his smirk softened into something damn near close to a smile.

“’Bout time,” he muttered, stepping back just enough to fold his arms. “Was starting to think I’d have to spell it out with fairy dust or something.” You giggled, wings fluttering.

“Please don’t. That’s so corny.”

“So uh… what now…” you mumbled, still very much glowing and flustered. Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve.

Bakugou tilted his head slightly, smug already brewing in his expression.

“Do we… uh…” You made a vague gesture between the two of you.

“You know…”

He raised a brow, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Do what?”

You groaned and turned away dramatically, covering your face.

“Ugh, you know... kiss or something!”

“Wow. So forward.”

“You literally confessed first!”

“Didn’t say you could kiss me though.”

You turned back to him, deadpan. “Do you want me to or not?”

He leaned down just slightly, smirk still in place, voice low—

“I dare you.”

Your wings flicked once.

Challenge accepted.

You floated up, just a bit, close enough for your forehead to brush his—then paused, hovering in that split second of heat and hesitation.

“…You’re really smug for someone who’s about to be kissed by a fairy.”

“You’re really slow for someone who won’t shut up about it.”

You rolled your eyes. And kissed him.

Just a quick one—soft, unsure, but real. Magic dust shimmered faintly in the air around you both.

When you pulled back, your cheeks were on fire. His were too.

But he still had that look. That stupid, soft smirk.

“You look stupid.” You crossed your arms mid-air, wings still fluttering gently behind you. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “You look—”

A burst of light exploded off you brilliant, blinding, golden. The fairy dust shot outward in a glowing spiral, scattering like stars across the balcony. You gasped as the ground seemed to vanish from under you your body stretching, shifting, growing

And just like that-

You were back. Normal-sized. Human.

But your balance? Gone.

Your knees buckled from the shock of the shift, and before you could catch yourself

“Ah—!”

Strong arms caught you mid-fall. You looked up, blinking past the lingering shimmer of dust in the air, and saw Bakugou’s face inches from yours, eyes wide with surprise and just a bit of panic.

You were still half in a daze, blinking up at him from his arms, cradled like some dramatic romance book heroine which, to be fair, wasn’t that far off right now.

“…You caught me.”

Your voice was quiet.

He snorted, shifting you gently to steady you on your feet, but didn’t let go entirely.

“Course I did, dumbass.”

A beat passed.

“…Could’ve warned me before exploding fairy glitter in my face, though.”

You smiled, still breathless.

“You like the glitter. Don’t lie.”

He rolled his eyes, hands still firm on your arms as if he was waiting to be sure you were really solid, really here. No tricks. No illusions.

And for a second, neither of you moved.

Just you, glowing faintly in the starlight.

And Bakugou, holding you like maybe he finally didn’t want to let go.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷

thanks dawg for reading!

first time writing fluff btw, Idk want to do with the ending so uh mb if u think the ending suck ass

[fl100r]

♡JEALOUS KING♡

Katsuki 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝗑 Top! 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

WARNINGS: SMUT with plot, Bakugou teasing u, cream pie, male orgasm, blowjob, standing sex, public sex, degrading Bakugou.

-King Bakugou x Butler! reader.. world in a historical fantasy setting, being gay is a scandal might get killed if u gex say, so Bakugou want to suck M/N's cock but gets cock blocked. ages: Bakugou (25), M/N (27)

"I love you.."

"my apology dawg, the world kinda homophobic rn."

"so what? I'm gay for you."

"were gonna get cancelled no cap lil bro."

"Just put ur cock in my mouth bro."

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭

You and Prince Bakugou have been childhood friends for as long as you can remember. His mother visits your orphanage often, donating funds to support your education. Bakugou noticed you immediately when you first met. You were the quietest person he had ever encountered, rarely showing any emotions, even to him. One day, during an event his mother was hosting, where orphans and other children from the kingdom competed in fun challenges, there was a two-person team competition. Without hesitation, Bakugou grabbed your arm. You had been standing by the food table, quietly enjoying your favorite snacks.

"Old hag! I want to team up with him!" Bakugou shouted, raising your hand as he held it up. "But I don’t want to join," you mumbled, confused.

"Too bad! You're joining anyway!" Bakugou glared at you, leaving no room for argument. He didn’t even know why he wanted to team up with you—he just felt some strange connection, like there was something about you that intrigued him. The competition turned out to be a boat race. Bakugou sat in front, his expression irritated as usual, while you were seated at the back. Your stomach grumbled, still craving more food. You absentmindedly grabbed the paddles on either side of you, glancing back toward the food table one last time. Before you could dwell on it, the horn blared, signaling the start of the race. Bakugou surged forward, paddling furiously, far outpacing you. It was clear he was practically carrying the team through the competition, while you struggled to keep up.

You ended up doing nothing during the race, leaving Bakugou to handle everything on his own. Naturally, he won, and he jumped up in excitement, shouting about how he was the best.

As you tried to head back to the food area, Bakugou grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you back to his side. He threw an arm around your neck, holding you in a loose headlock. "Ahaha! You're all just extras compared to me and my sidekick!" he boasted, grinning widely. Irritated, you sighed. "Erm... can you please let me go?" you asked, turning your head toward him. Bakugou looked down at you, only to freeze when he realized how close your face was to his. His cheeks flushed slightly as he stared at you.

You managed to slip away from Bakugou’s hold, leaving him behind in the boat, still a bit flustered. Without saying a word, you casually walked over to the food table, grabbing a plate and piling it with your favorite snacks. As Bakugou stood there, frozen and flushed, still processing the moment, you made your way back to the orphanage, seemingly unfazed by the entire ordeal.

✦───── ❝ Years Later ❞ ─────✦

"Your Majesty, please wake up. You still have paperwork from last night," you said as you opened the curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood into Bakugou's room.

"Son of a bitch..." Bakugou grumbled, turning away from the sunlight and refusing to face the open curtains. The insult was clearly aimed at you. "I don’t have a mother, so I wouldn’t know if she is a bitch or not, sir," you replied calmly. "Anyway, sir, please get up." Before you could finish, Bakugou reached out and grabbed your collar, still lying down as he pulled you closer. "Listen here, you tea towel tyrant! I don’t care about the paperwork from last night—it’s already irritating me! Now leave me alone before I have your head chopped off!" Bakugou growled, his face now uncomfortably close to yours. You wrinkled your nose and muttered, "Ugh… sir, your morning breath… I’m sorry." Bakugou’s face flushed in embarrassment, and he swung a punch in frustration. You quickly backed away, dodging just in time.

"Sorry, sir, for stating a simple fact, but you really do need to get ready," you said. "I’ll start your bath." You walked into his bathroom, turning on the golden faucet and letting the tub fill with water. While the tub filled, you went into his bedroom and sorted through his closet, picking out clothes for him. After selecting his outfit, Bakugou entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "I'll prepare breakfast, sir!" you called out as you made your way down the gorgeous hallway. Statues of Bakugou’s ancestors lined the walls, and you passed by them on your way to the kitchen.

As you chatted with the chef, who was busy preparing Bakugou’s excellent breakfast, you busied yourself in the kitchen, making tea for him. Once the meal was ready, you carried it to the long dining table where Bakugou had already seated himself in the far chair. You placed his meal in front of him and poured a cup of tea, setting it down beside his plate.

You motioned to the other servants to assist Bakugou while you began to walk away. However, as you started to leave, Bakugou tugged on the black suit you were wearing from behind his chair, where he was eating his breakfast. "No, you stay here," he said firmly. You tried to protest, but Bakugou was insistent. As you waited for Bakugou to finish his breakfast, you motioned to the other servants to take over your chores. You knew that since you became his butler, Bakugou didn’t want you to leave his side, so you had to find ways to manage your tasks while remaining close to him.

One of the butlers handed you a stack of envelopes, which you took and began to read aloud for Bakugou while he continued eating his breakfast. "Sir, there’s an invitation from the Todoroki royal family. They’re hosting a celebration ball for the crowning of Shoto Todoroki, the youngest sibling of the Todoroki family. You should consider going—" Bakugou cut you off, his eyebrows furrowing as he sipped his tea. "No. I’m not going to some stupid coronation."

You tried to convince him, but Bakugou wouldn’t budge. His temper was well-known, and despite your efforts, he remained adamant. You knew that aligning with the Todoroki family or showing them some respect could be beneficial, especially given his many enemies. Ever since his parents had died a few years ago, Bakugou’s demeanor had only worsened, making him even more difficult to manage.

You rubbed your temples in frustration. "Maybe… sigh, I could come with you, sir. The ball is tonight. I can clear my schedule if that’s fine with you—"Bakugou cut you off but, of course, he agreed. He then went about his daily routine, snapping his fingers to motion you to follow him. You sighed, following him like an irritated dog.

One of Bakugou's routines was horse racing in the woods near his castle. As he mounted his usual horse, you sat at a nearby table, lost in your thoughts while watching him. Suddenly, Bakugou’s voice cut through your reverie. "Hey, peasant! Come over here!" Bakugou yelled, summoning you to join him. As you approached, he handed you some gear that looked like it was meant for horseback riding. "Sir, I can’t ride a horse," you said, holding up the gear. Bakugou climbed onto his horse and replied, "You’re riding with me. Put on the gear and get back behind me." He looked at you with his usual furrowed eyebrows, always seeming annoyed.

You sighed again and put on the gear. As you tried to climb onto the horse, you managed to successfully get on and position yourself behind Bakugou. However, just as you settled in, Bakugou grabbed your shirt and pulled you closer to him, forcing you into close contact with him.

You tried to get comfortable, but before you could, Bakugou kicked the horse into motion. The sudden movement shocked you, and you instinctively looked for something to hold onto—anything other than Bakugou. But as you started to slip, you had no choice.

You quickly wrapped one arm around Bakugou’s waist, your face pressed against his left shoulder. Glancing to Bakugou, you noticed him smirking, as if he knew this was going to happen all along. You glanced around and realized just how deep into the forest you were. The horse started to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. You tried to remove your arm from around Bakugou’s waist, but before you could, he grabbed it, pulling you closer as he leaned back into you. His head was now resting against your chest, making the situation even more awkward at least for you.

You both sat there in silence, Bakugou cuddling against your chest while you looked around, trying to avoid the awkwardness. Bakugou kept squirming, shifting around until he reached for your other arm, wrapping it around himself, pulling you even closer.

For you, it was an incredibly awkward position, but Bakugou seemed unfazed. You kept your gaze fixed on the forest, not wanting to face him. As you noticed the sky deepening into a rich orange, you remembered the ball. "Oh, right, we must get ready for the ba—" you started to say, but before you could finish, you felt something rubbing against your crotch. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you realized it was Bakugou, his body the closest to you. He was rubbing his backside against you, seemingly unaware—or perhaps he just didn’t care. He didn’t say a word, continuing his subtle movements.

"Sir, ugh... stop, you know this is forbidden... ergh," you panted, trying to keep your composure. Bakugou didn’t miss a beat. "What’s forbidden? I’m just sitting, M/N," he said with a smug tone, clearly enjoying the situation. You gritted your teeth. This royal bastard—he knew exactly what he was doing, As you tried to keep your composure, Bakugou reached his hand onto your crotch, rubbing even harder.

You panted softly, trying to regain your breath when you heard a distant voice.

"Your Majesty! Where are you? You need to get ready for the ball!" one of the maids called out, her voice echoing through the forest.

Bakugou immediately stopped and, with a quick motion, urged his horse to head back toward the castle. Once you reached the stables, Bakugou dismounted with ease.

"Get M/N ready too. He’s coming with me," Bakugou commanded, still smirking as he walked off.

"Sir, M/N, can you get off the horse?" the maid asked hesitantly.

You cut her off, "Go inside. I’ll go in when I’m ready," you said, still sitting on the horse. This bastard got you hard. Embarrassed, you hesitated to get off, not wanting the maids or other servants to notice your situation—especially since they loved to gossip.

He’s going to get you killed someday.

✦───── ❝At The Ball ❞ ─────✦

“Presenting the new king of the Frostflame Empire! Shoto Todoroki!”

The ball was in full swing, with everyone dancing and chatting. Bakugou was mingling with his friends, while you stood in the corner with the other servants.

“M/N!” a familiar voice called out. It was Midoriya.

“Hello, Sir Midoriya—” you began, but Midoriya cut you off with a nervous laugh. “Oh, come on... you don’t need to call me that, ahah.”

Even though you and Midoriya had been childhood friends and remained close, his status as a hero made you feel compelled to address him formally. To this day, you still considered him a friend.

“Midoriya, how’ve you been lately?” you asked.

Izuku was momentarily surprised by the change of subject but quickly responded with enthusiasm. “Great! I recently got engaged to Uraraka!”

As you continued talking, you found yourself smiling at one of Izuku’s funny jokes. You missed your friends from the orphanage and felt a pinch of nostalgia. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you intensely. You tried to brush it off, but before you could think much of it.

Bakugou suddenly stepped between you and Midoriya. “What the hell are you doing, Deku!” he shouted.

Izuku looked surprised. “W-What?? I was just talking to—”

Bakugou cut him off, continuing to argue and insult the nervous hero despite Midoriya’s attempts to defuse the situation.

Seeing the commotion, you quickly intervened, pulling Bakugou away from the scene and guiding him into a large, empty hallway. “Sir! What are you doing?! You know people are going to gossip about this—especially talking like that to everyone’s favorite hero! Have you lost your mind?!” you yelled at him quietly, trying to keep the confrontation discreet.

"I've been trying to keep your image from getting destroyed! You seriously can't just calm down for one second, sir? Fucking hell..." you said, frustration evident as you covered your face with both palms. You didn't notice Bakugou had already dropped to his knees and was trying to get your belt off. "Sir, what the fuck are you doing now?" you demanded, bewildered by his sudden action. "What does it look like, dumbass?" Bakugou retorted, successfully removing your belt and now zipping down your zipper. pulling out your cock out, started to lick it up and down. You panted in frustration, at the same time feeling aroused.

As you looked around your surroundings, trying to see if anyone was watching this scene, you turned around until— Bakugou took your cock fully into his mouth, him gagging on it. This made you even more frustrated. "You fucking bastard—" you said, grabbing Bakugou’s blonde hair and pulling him closer to your cock, God his mouth is warm. You thought as he sucked your cock faster, holding your hips as you put your hand onto a wall to support you as Bakugou went faster.

"Augh.. goddamn it, you're gonna get me killed.." you said to him as he sucks your cock faster, basically begging you to cum inside his mouth. "Augh!- Fuck.." as you climax filling Bakugou's mouth with your semen. You panted, sweat already beading on your forehead.

As you look at Bakugou, he has your semen on his cheeks as he tries to get all of it into his mouth don't wanting it to be wasted, "Get up…" you said to Bakugou. He stood up, but before he could say anything, you grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall beside you, pressing your lips against his. He struggled a bit, but eventually, he calmed down, his hands resting on your shoulders. You pulled away, panting. "Pant… Is this what you want..?" you asked, before kissing him again, but this time more roughly.

You pulled away again, your face now against the side of his neck. You kissed and bit it as you spoke, "I've been trying to survive and not get killed because of your reckless actions, rubbing against me, grabbing my cock without my permission, even sneaking into my room at night just to relieve yourself."

Bakugou’s face blushed the moment you said that last part, clearly embarrassed. He looked away from your eyes, but you grabbed his face, making him look at you. With his eyes watering, he gazed at you. “You seriously frustrate me Sir.." you began to unbuckle his pants, still pinning him onto the wall. as Bakugou's pants dropped on the marbled floor, You turned him around, so now his back was facing you. you put your tip onto his hole, rubbing on it, teasing him as he whimper. "you son of bitch.. please.. eurgh.."You grabbed his neck, pulling his arched back against you. "Come on, sir, that’s not my name. You know it…" rubbing you cock onto Bakugou's hole, teasing him even more as your tip closer to get inside him, "Argh... P-Please M/N.. Sir, please just..- Agh!-" you put your cock inside him. you didn't let him take adjust of your size as you quickly slamming your hips into him. "Argh! Argh! Haah.. M/N-" you covered his mouth with your hand, mumbling him.

“Shut the fuck up, would ya?.. I don’t want both of us to get beheaded because of your moaning, F-Fuck.." As you rested your head on his left shoulder, you look down to his harden cock seeing already white liquid out of his cock. "Did you already fucking cum?.. Goddamn, are you really That pent up? Eheh.. S-Shit.. I'm close.." you grabbed Bakugou's cock, started stroking it fast. You looked at Bakugou’s face, his eyes rolling back and drool already dripping onto your hand. "Disgusting.. you should really see yourself right now.. Sir.." You slightly giggled, "Insulting Midoriya, Argh.. Making a scene, Damaging your already broken Image, for just my cock.." you felt wet in your hand, it's Bakugou's semen, he came again. "Cumming again sir.. F-Fuck.. Get ready for my mine then.." As you pin Bakugou onto the wall harder, you slamming your hips again and again onto him. you feel your climax close, "Argh!...Stand still.. ergh.. G-Goddamn it you're shaking.." you slammed your hips onto Bakugou releasing your semen into him.

Both of you were panting and sweating as you zipped your pants up cleaning yourself up. “Shit… we gotta go, sir, Before someone finds you like this.." You grabbed Bakugou's pants from the floor and put them on him, Bakugou went limp against your chest. “Sir, come on, wake up from your fantasies. We’ve got to go.” He tried to walk but failed, falling into your arms. You sighed. “We’re not doing this again. Ever." you said, "Hey! Not my fault you went rough on me! you Tea Towel Tyrant.. Tch." You grabbed Bakugou and carried him as if he were a damsel in distress. You headed in the direction outside, making your way to the carriage driver. You avoided the ball entrance, where many people were gathered, and took the long way instead.

Don't want any one to know that you just Slammed your hips and Came into your King, "Tch.." you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact with Bakugou, just focus on going Home instead.

✦───── ❝In the Carriage ❞ ─────✦

You closed the door behind you and sat beside Bakugou. "Urgh your semen is dripping out of me.." Bakugou said, Looking out the window of the carriage, you were lost in thought. You had just done something so sinful and unforgivable that you were sure you’d be killed if anyone found out about the scene you and your king had just made in that hallway, You kept thinking about it over and over. until Bakugou Touching your clothed cock. You sighed. "Seriously..?" you said, looking at him with disappointment. He avoided eye contact with you, instead staring out the other side of the window where he was sitting.

you rubbed your temples, but didn't move his hand away instead let him be. you get closer to him, and whispered "if you keep doing that, I might just fuck you in front of a mirror." You knew your king very well. You knew he hated seeing his vulnerable self in the mirror. But that didn’t stop him. Instead, he brought himself closer to you, essentially cuddling you.

You sighed, the threat failed at your favor. "What am I gonna do with you Sir.."

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