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“There’s nothing heroic about suffering” okay but what if I suffered and I was kinda sexy with it. Like my shorts were a little too short and you could see my ass when I bent over. What then.

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It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

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Shameless

ssoooooorrrrtttaaaaa bakugou katsuki x reader

-> You have no shame

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The sun beat down over the dorm’s training field, baking the turf and glinting off the handful of scattered water bottles and sweat-slicked limbs. It was supposed to be a light workout day for the Baku Squad. Keyword: supposed to be.

There was music playing—Denki’s unhinged playlist bouncing between hyperpop and metalcore—and everyone was half-dedicatedly stretching in a loose circle. Except for one person, obviously.

“Where’s Bakugou?” you asked, squinting through the light as you touched your toes.

“He’s over there,” Kirishima said, jerking his thumb toward the far side of the field. “Said, and I quote: ‘Fuck your dumbass group stretches.’”

Your gaze followed the direction of his finger—and oh.

There he was.

Bakugou Katsuki, shirtless, glistening with sweat, aggressively rolling out his quad on a foam roller like it owed him money. His jaw was tight, his muscles flexed with every shift of his body, and every few seconds he let out a deep, guttural grunt that echoed across the field like a threat.

“God,” Sero muttered beside you, stretching his arms overhead. “Get a load of this guy.”

Your voice slipped out before your brain could stop it.

“I’m fucking trying.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Mina shrieked.

Denki dropped his water bottle. Sero choked on his own laughter.

“Oh my god, dude,” Mina gasped, wiping tears from her eyes. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Okay but like… look at him,” you hissed, eyes still glued to where Bakugou was now doing explosive push-ups, his entire body taut with energy. “He’s rolling around on that mat like a demon. I’d kill to be that foam roller.”

“I—girl—” Mina collapsed onto her back.

“Please,” Denki wheezed. “You’re gonna get smited.”

“Let me die this way,” you said flatly. “Let it be known I went out doing what I loved—objectifying that man.”

“LOUDLY,” Sero reminded you.

“AND PROUDLY” You snorted, wiping your face with your towel before finally looking away from Bakugou’s aggressive body worship session. “It’s fine. He’s too focused to hear me.”

Spoiler:

he wasn’t.

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LEE KNOW @ mezamashi (250617)

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still obsessed with the sweet rancher down the way who tips his hat and offers to bring in your groceries turning into the biggest foul mouth werewolf

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─ .✦ ˚˖🌷✧˚Windows Between Us

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

Bakugo’s room smells like the aftermath of something electric — scorched dust, citrus shampoo, and the lingering tang of his sweat after training. Kirishima once said it smells like wanting to impress someone.

He nearly got launched for it.

The BakuSquad is sprawled like fallen warriors across his bedroom floor — half into a video game, half into arguments about snacks. Laughter bounces off the walls, messy and unfiltered, as summer leans in through the open windows like an eavesdropper.

And then —

a thunk.

A sharp, featherlight sound against glass.

Bakugo’s gaze flickers, not startled, just… expecting.

Because he knows that sound.

It’s not the wind. Not a bird. Not a glitch in the universe.

It’s you.

The girl next door. The girl in the window across from his. The girl who throws things when she can’t knock.

A little scrunched ball of notebook paper rolls down his windowsill like it’s shy. There’s another just outside the glass — a second one, crumpled with intent. You’ve clearly missed once already.

Katsuki crosses the room with slow, practiced boredom, but his ears are already warm.

He pushes open the window a little more, and there you are — half-hanging out of yours, elbow propped, face alight with mischief. Summer clings to you like perfume. There’s ink on your fingers. Your braid is unraveling.

“Oi, Bakugo,” you call, a grin curling at your lips, “next time catch it. I’m running outta paper.”

Behind him, a chip hits the floor. Mina stills mid-bite. Kaminari’s eyes widen like he’s watching a soap opera unfold live.

Bakugo doesn’t even glance back at them.

He leans an elbow on the sill, all loose limbs and lazy confidence, but his eyes — gods, his eyes are soft like smoke just before it sparks.

“What, throwing rocks wasn’t an option?”

You scoff. “Didn’t want you thinking it was an attack. I know how you get.”

“You could’ve texted.”

“You could’ve answered.”

There’s a beat — just the buzz of a streetlamp, the rustle of the curtains, and the faint sound of Kaminari whispering oh my god, oh my god behind him like a cursed chant.

You smile wider, resting your chin on your hand. “You ghostin’ me, or are you just playing hard to get?”

Bakugo’s gaze dips to your mouth. “Wouldn’t ghost you. You know that.”

You hum. “Then why’d you disappear after last night, huh? I thought we were bonding.”

He shrugs, but his voice lowers. “Didn’t wanna say something stupid in front of you.”

“Aw,” you coo, voice drenched in teasing affection. “What, like how pretty I looked under the streetlight?”

“Shut up,” he mutters, but the smirk’s already there. His hand tightens slightly around the windowsill. “You fishing for compliments now?”

“I’m fishing for attention,” you say, tilting your head. “And I caught you.”

And then, fate curses you with timing.

You lean forward just enough — and catch a glimpse in his mirror. A blur of crimson. A flash of pink. The unmistakable sound of Sero choking on his drink.

“Oh my god—” your whole body yanks back like the window frame bit you. “You have people over?!”

Bakugo doesn’t move. Just watches you vanish like mist into your curtains.

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t alone!” your voice shouts from somewhere behind your blinds.

“You didn’t ask,” he shoots back, smug.

Bakugo grins — a slow, lopsided, shit-eating thing that does things to your stomach.

“Didn’t think I’d flirt with you in front of witnesses?” he calls after you, still not glancing behind him.

You pop your head out again, mortified. “I—I would’ve worn lip balm or something!” and then you suddenly disappeared out of embarrassment.

He chuckles — low, deep, smug — and finally turns back to the chaos that is now his living room.

Mina has tears in her eyes. Kirishima is frozen in pure secondhand embarrassment. Sero’s already got a draft tweet written in his brain. Kaminari is vibrating.

“She’s adorable,” Mina whispers in awe.

“She’s doomed,” Kirishima mutters.

Bakugo pulls the crumpled paper from the sill and pockets it like it’s valuable.

Then, slowly, like a lion lounging in the ruins of his own chaos, he turns back toward the room. His face is unreadable. Except for that smile — that quiet, victorious, absolutely whipped curve of his mouth.

“She likes you,” Kaminari gasps.

“Damn right she does,” Bakugo replies, and plops back onto the beanbag like the whole world didn’t just catch him soft.

And no one says a word when he glances back at the window one last time, just to see if you'd peek again.

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choso and this took so long cause i finally drew my husband so it had to be right and im really happy with it!!!

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uh oh i miss something i can’t name again. i want to go home to something that doesn’t exist again. does anyone have a gun

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what the world looks like after a big cup of lemonade

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Nice people make the best Nazis. Be mean, be tough, have a fascist tooth/skull collection.

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Back when that Heatstroke trend was grabbing every single fanartist by the dang throat. I liked this Kacchan a lot.

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take care of me.

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warnings: afab!reader, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, teasing, edging, hyunjin x reader x minho - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: hyunho knows how to take perfect care of you. thank you my angel @astraystayyh for giving me this idea i love you endlessly <3

you had an itemized list of reasons why having two loving partners was the best thing you possessed. the never-ending attention, always having a moderator in arguments, twice as much love than you ever thought you deserved.

it comes in the form of little notes taped to your lunch bag telling you to have a great day, gorgeous ;), in hands brushed across your back as they pass you in the hallway, in your favorite snacks always being stocked no matter how busy they are. 

it comes in the form of you collapsing into hyunjin’s lap after an unbearably long day, your muscles melting into his body as you press your nose into the space between his neck and his shoulder, the scent of his cologne making your eyelashes flutter. 

“one of those days?” he murmurs, tracing his nails lightly against your back in a way that makes your toes curl in pleasure. 

“take care of me,” you stamp into his skin with your lips, a sigh taking over your body before you add on a please to the end of your poorly concealed demand. 

“take care of you like this?” he moves his hand to run through your hair, nails scratching lightly at your scalp. you melt further into him, your body shivering with his movements. 

“no,” you almost whine, wriggling your hips with the last of the energy you had left. he knows exactly what you want, he just loves teasing you, and craves the desperate little noises that he can pull from you like this.

“oh, like this then?” you can hear the smirk in his voice as both of his hands cup your ass, pulling you into him. you can feel his cock twitching in interest under your hips, and you nod fervently, thankful that he relented so easily. “alright darling, go to the bedroom and take your clothes off, i’ll be right there.”

you move with an urgency you didn’t think you had the energy for, stripping and leaving a trail of clothes in your path until you’re flopping down onto the bed. you can hear the shower running from the bathroom as you wait, and you let yourself feel a pang of longing for minho before you shake it away. it wasn’t unusual for two of you to be intimate without the other - the three of you were busy, and any room for jealousy and envy was discarded long ago in favor of respect and trust. 

at any rate, you’re sure he’ll join you as soon as he is done, even if he complains about having to shower again later. 

hyunjin enters the room in a flurry, dumping a selection of snacks and a water bottle on the bedside table for later. he climbs onto the bed and leans over you, dropping his head down to kiss you. you kiss him back, but when he runs his hands down your chest to cup your breasts you lose focus of it. he takes control, dipping his tongue into your mouth and nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and you’re already feeling foggy and light-headed. 

his hands roam further down, teasing at your stomach and tracing circles against the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. you’re helpless under him, little sounds flooding into his mouth from your throat from his touch. he dips his fingers into your folds just as minho enters the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and his skin still damp from his shower. hyunjin releases your mouth and a wet smack echoes through the room, so lewd that it makes you flush. 

“how is it that i just got here and you’re the only one who’s still wearing clothes,” he says, quirking an eyebrow up when hyunjin shoots him a lazy smile. he moves his hands back to your thighs and you whine, letting your legs fall apart in invitation. your gaze flickers back and forth between hyunjin and minho, a pout on your face as you silently plead one of them to touch you.

“awh, she’s so cute,” minho says, reaching his hand towards your chin. 

“if you pet me like one of your cats,” you hiss at him, the fog clearing a bit. “i’m leaving this room-”

“must not be doing your job well enough if she’s still talking like this,” minho cuts you off sharply, looking pointedly at hyunjin who was still running his hands along your thighs absentmindedly.

“well, i was waiting for your help,” hyunjin rolls his eyes at minho. “i know you hate it when i eat dessert without you.”

the way they were talking about you, like you weren’t a living, breathing person in the room with them, sent heat sparking along your cheeks and ears. it was embarrassing, it was humiliating, it was turning you on. the fog comes back with a vengeance, clearing your vision of anything except for the two of them.

minho takes his invitation for what it is, and hyunjin moves seamlessly to the side as minho takes his spot in front of you. hyunjin curls his hand under your thigh and moves it aside aside, leaving your legs spread and your pussy spread out for them.

“look at you, all wet for us,” minho taunts, a sharp glint in his voice that betrays his emotions.  “you’re only like this for us, right? no one else.”

the gentle possessiveness sends a lick of fire through your body. he knew you would never stray from them, would never even consider looking at anyone else when you had the most perfect men in your possession already, but he never got tired of being reminded of that. 

“min,” you whine, embarrassed as he stares openly at your pussy, laid bare for him to feast on by hyunjin’s hands holding your legs open. you try and close your thighs together but his grip is too strong.

“shh,” he moves in close, his lips a fraction of an inch from your folds. “let me have this.”

the first touch of his lips to your clit makes you jerk, and he pulls back with a wicked grin.

“stay still, baby,” his voice is dripping with condescension even as his lips are glistening with your slick. “don’t make me work for my meal.”

he dips back in, lapping at your pussy like a starved man, and it takes every ounce of control that you have left to stop from grinding against his face. he eats you out expertly, forgoing the teasing you knew he loved and if you had any mental capabilities right now you’d be grateful. instead, all you can focus on is the rapid heat building in your core that’s threatening to explode. 

wet, slick noises echo across your moans as he eats you out, spurred on by hyunjin narrating to him how good he is making you feel. you tangle your hands in his hair when you feel yourself getting close, holding him against you as your hips jerk in little motions, and he lets you use him. you come on his tongue, your walls clenching and absorbing any sounds of appreciation that he makes. 

after a few moments he lets out a little hiss, and you release your white-knuckled grip on his hair with an apology waiting on your lips. he stops you before you can say anything, taking your hand in his and pressing kisses to your fingertips in reassurance.

your orgasm leaves you lax and dazed, and you watch with heavy-lidded eyes as they switch positions again. hyunjin kneels over you, his clothes finally discarded and his cock hard and leaking as he looks at you. minho sits on the bed by your head, and he runs a hand through your sweaty hair. 

he’s hard too and you raise a hand towards his cock, wanting to feel the weight of it in your hand, but he stops you. 

“we’re taking care of you, not the other way around,” he soothes, his words a sharp contrast to the condescending words he had thrown at you earlier. “i am thoroughly enjoying this, don’t worry.”

he tilts your head towards him to kiss the confused look off of your face just as hyunjin fucks two of his fingers into you, stretching them out. the aftershocks of your orgasm hadn’t left you yet and you can feel your walls protesting him. 

“look at you, clenching around my fingers,” he says, amazement in his voice even though neither you nor minho were capable of answering him. “god, you’re so perfect, your pussy was made just for us to ruin.”

you didn’t have the words to tell him that you couldn’t stop your walls from closing down even if you wanted to; the onslaught of sensations left you incapable of controlling your own body, and it felt so good. you could taste yourself on minho’s tongue, could feel each knuckle of hyunjin’s fingers inside of you, and it was overwhelming in a dizzyingly euphoric way.

he loses his patience with his fingers quickly, stumbling in his rush to climb over you. his hair is falling over your face, shrouding you in his shadow and all you can feel is him as he runs his cock through your folds. your eyelids flutter as he presses the head of his cock into you, your mouth going slack against minho’s as you let out a sound you would surely be embarrassed about later.

minho, sending your inability to kiss him back, trails his kisses down your jaw to the side of your neck, right over your racing pulse. hyunjin bottoms out just as minho sucks, and you’re left shaking. 

“relax, darling,” hyunjin pets your thighs, “i can’t move if you’re this tight around me.”

“sorry,” you gasp, the word punched out of you from minho’s teeth grazing at your skin. 

“don’t apologize,” hyunjin shifts his hips back and you feel a gush of wetness leave you, helping the slide of his cock inside you. “i want to make you feel good. do you feel good?”

“yes!” you cry out when he rams back into you, immediately setting a mind-numbing pace. minutes, hours, days pass as he fucks you, filling you up perfectly in accompaniment with minho whispering into your skin about how you’re such a good girl and only for us, right?

you feel another orgasm approaching too quickly, and you try and clamp your legs to keep it away; it was too much, every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire and if you came you might actually explode in pleasure.

“baby, it’s okay,” hyunjin coos at you, draping himself across your body and tracing along your sweaty hairline with his fingertips.  “you’re doing so well. you can give us one more right? just come one more time.”

“ngh,” is all that leaves your mouth when you try and answer, the dual sensation of hyunjin’s cock fucking into you and minho’s lips still sucking at your neck enough to stop any words from forming in your head.

“you’re such a good girl, just one more,” hyunjin nods, like he was making the decision for you, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

you didn’t realize that minho was fisting his cock until he came against you, spilling over your stomach. the noise he makes rings right into your ear, a soft whine that was so him that it made you want to cry, and you couldn’t keep the waves of pressure back. your eyes roll back as you come with a cry, your muscles pulling taught like a bowstring as hyunjin keeps fucking you, chasing his own high. he pulls out a moment later, his hand flying across his cock until he comes with a growl, spilling over you. 

he collapses by your side and you’re sandwiched between the two men, heavy panting filling the room and your heartbeat lodged in your throat. you feel good, you feel so taken care of that you couldn’t even think past the twitches of pleasure still racking through your body. 

minho pulls away first and you let out a soft noise of betrayal, but he comes back just as quickly with a bottle of water pressed to your lips. he helps you drink and in your distraction hyunjin manages to clean your body free of their come. they settle back against you, fitting themselves into your sides like puzzle pieces, and you sigh in contentment. 

“how do you feel?” hyunjin asks, looking at you with fond eyes and a soft smile. 

“yes,” you answer, fully confident that it was the right answer to his question.

“oh, she feels good,” minho laughs, and it sounds like twinkling bells in your ear. 

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