#college!katsuki

[whatarainyday]

thinking about college students bkdk 🥺

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

[satoruyes]

currently cant stop thinking about modern au college!bakugou. (gn!reader)

the smart blonde pretty boy who’s so quiet in all of your lectures, but chipping in with answers and sometimes even correcting your professor.

collage au!bkg who you often make eye contact with when you look over at him just to see him already looking at you

college au!bkg who seems to be getting closer and closer to the area you sit at as the weeks pass by

college au!bkg who you quietly go sit by one day and it’s been like that ever since

college au!bkg who stays after class with you to help you understand anything you didn’t during lecture

college au!bkg who offers to walk around campus with you to go get lunch

college au!bkg who genuinely enjoys your company and asks for your number, “just in case”

college au!bkg who accepts your offer when you ask for him to come over and work on a project together

college au!bkg who invites you over when his friends and roommates have a small get together over at his apartment

college au!bkg who looks forward to class even more because of you

[not-kat]

randomly got the urge to revisit an old flame

[blended-ice]

Making Gyoza

[pettydollie]

˚♡ ⋆｡˚ my girl tf?

summary: bakugou's friends think you're just a joke wc: 1.3k

"morning, bakugou-kun!"

katsuki's friend left a friendly slap his back as greeting. he simply nods in response as he entered the classroom with people crowding around him. his gaze softens as he sees you sitting at your desk going over notes.

you look so calm and sweet. that's something he loves about you. your aura. you're always gentle and it just makes katsuki love you even more. the two of you were in an established relationship as of last friday where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

but since then, nothing had really changed. except now, he gets to kiss you and hold your hand like a lovesick puppy. he gets to call you "baby" and "cutie", names that he refrained from calling you when you were just friends.

you nod your head unconsciously as your eyes scan the page in front of you. you had headphones in, understandably as bakugou's friends were very ehm loud.

the only thing that hadn't been discussed yet was how you felt about school. does he get to show you off? should he pretend you're just friends? he decides for now, he'll play dumb and act like your close friend.

he walks over to his desk, sits down, and leans forward to tap you on your cheek with his finger. you grin, turning around and pulling off your headphones. "mornin'" he greeted, forcing himself not to wink at you as his friends were watching.

"hey," you spoke softly. GOD YOUR VOICE IS SO CUTE. he taps your cheek again. "i gotta ask you somethin'." he muttered, staring into your eyes. you nodded, edging him to go on. "how d'ya feel about all this? d'ya want me to pretend we're just friends or.. those idiots won't bother ya, i promise-"

you smile at his thoughtfulness. you brush his cheek with your thumb. "no, i don't care." you kissed where your thumb was rubbing on his face. "WHAT?"

you and bakugou's heads turned simultaneously to see a group of people jaw-dropped at your previous action. "what's wrong with you idiots now?" katsuki frowned.

"she just- how- why did she.. i-" the group of boys stuttered.

"who the hell are you?" everyone exclaimed. you were about to awkwardly answer when bakugou rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"my girl, the fuck?"

the boys standing all shared a look. “ohhh okay..” some winked while others laughed dryly. they walked to their seats so class could begin.

“i wasn’t expecting that response to be honest.” you added, playing with his fingers. he nodded. “me either.”

you turned around for a moment, grabbing something before handing katsuki your notes. "did you study?" "no." "why not?" "'cus i wanna study with you"

you smiled sweetly and turned around as aizawa begun the class.

the class ended and bakugou abruptly grabs your backpack and books. he slings your bag over his shoulder and holds your books on one arm, the other pulling you to stand up before wrapping it around your shoulder. you formed a little upside down smile and lean into his side. "thank you." you whisper shyly.

you two walked through the halls, people’s eyes falling on you. you feel judged as girls whisper and shared mean giggles. you were so used to being invisible and katsuki was highly aware of that. he squeezes your arm as a way to tell you “ignore them”

bakugou leads you to the cafeteria where he brings you to the popular table. it’s cliche, but these weren’t nice popular kids. they scan you up and down and the only reason they play nice is because you were with bakugou.

"sooo, are you new here?" a girl asks boredly, not even looking at you and attempts to puts up a kind facade. the girl sitting across from her shakes her head, "that's l/n, i have her in aizawa's."

"ohhh okayy," the girl drags out, not really caring as she eyes bakugou shamelessly. he made an ick face and scooches closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

the perv you recognized to be mineta moves near katsuki and grabs his shoulder, causing bakugou to turn around, about to throw hands.

“you’ll win the bet, i’ll cheer you on.” that fool whispers not so quietly to katsuki with stars in his eyes. “what’s the prize anyway-“

katsuki shoves him off immediately. “there's no bet." he huffs, going back to eating.

"wha?" people look up curiously. "you heard me!" bakugou barks in reply, his eyes filling with annoyance. you just sit there quietly like you always do. you're not really sure what to do in this situation anyhow. do you calm him down (which you dont know how to do), run away, yell at them???

the table starts laughing, shocking you. mineta is laughing his ass off and adds, "do you really expect us to believe that, bakugou? she doesn't even talk!" wow that was uncalled for. your face twists into an awkward look, knowing that he was right.

bakugou twirls a piece of your hair and scowls at the group.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE US ALONE, MORONS!" he stands up with tiny explosions coming out of his hands. mostly everyone stops speaking, some even muttering apologies.

"oh man, my sister is gonna be so pissed." a boy chuckles. another boy smirks. "your sister? man, think of camie! she's gonna beat her ass so bad."

"camie? no, camie's my friend." you blurt out. the table turns to look at you, raising eyebrows. "really?" "is that so?"

well, you weren't completely lying. you were friends with camie's younger sister but you've only talked to camie a few times before. you were feeling annoyed and how come these people think they can talk all they want about you right to your face?

you stay quiet nonetheless and grab your food and belongings. bakugou immediately stands up with you and you could say that slight concern was written on his face. you look down for a moment before you walk away to your dorm.

katsuki follows silently. once you make it upstairs, you quickly unlock your door, about to close it before bakugou holds it back. "don't shut me out."

you weren't even mad. you weren't sad either. you just wanted to get out of that environment. you didn't want to be harassed and made fun of like you were in junior high.

though you stand like a deer caught in headlights at bakugou's comment. "i'm-i'm not. it's not you, i promise." you sigh with a slight smile. "i just- i don't know. can i talk to you later?"

he looks taken aback and you can tell he's trying not to explode, which you appreciate. "i- yeah. sure, call me or somethin'." he kisses your cheek shyly and closes the door.

a few hours later, you decide that you don't want anything to do with katsuki's friends. they're his group of people, but not yours. and besides, you're dating him. not them.

you leave your dorm and walk to katsuki's. you knock softly and hear the heavy footsteps coming. the door opens widely and you're pulled inside. "hey- oh"

"are you gonna dump me?"

"what?- no!" you shake your head aggressively. he physically relaxes and you grab his hand. "i just would rather have this be between us." you suggest, staring at him lovingly.

he nods. "thas' fine."

"mmkay." you hum, grinning. the two of you stare at each other like rory and jess when they start dating before he finally invites you to watch a movie.

a/n: bye midway through, i kinda forgot that they just started dating and i made them so comfy with each other already. not that u guys are awkward but wtv lol

[kiisaes]

costume swap! 👻🐺

[misssmina]

UA University Athletics: Pt. 1

Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida, Sero, Todoroki

Bakugou: This menace plays any and all contact sports freshman and junior year (As recommended by his father and his counselor for his anger). Hockey, football, wrestling, etc. Late into his junior year and senior year he switched over to cross-country because he had a better grasp on his emotions and just needed something regular to blow off steam.

Kirishima: Probably the same sports as Bakugou, but stuck with hockey the longest. He gives me happy goalie vibes, loves being on the ice and knows nothing can get through him. Definitely has a very devoted fan club.

Midoriya: I can see Izuku running track in his early years, as he gets more toned and muscular he also takes up an interest in football and gymnastics. (He and Bakugou are fan favorites because of their arguments on the field but how well they work together.)

Iida: You KNOW this boy is a track star. Born to do long distance, forced to be a sprinter. He stuck with track all four years, but dabbled in wrestling his sophomore year, it was a little barbaric for his taste.

Sero: Pole vaulting. Not sorry. Probably volleyball as well. He’s lanky and limber, but still toned and strong. He liked volleyball a lot until he took a ball straight to the nose.

Todoroki: Definitely gymnastics, probably forced to do fencing. Beautiful and graceful in both. Also has a very devoted fan club, probably full of older women.

[aira-writes]

Love Language

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: curses

characters are in college

♡Bakugou's love language is physical touch

♡You guys don't often see each other at school because you're from different departments.

♡ Going on dates and hanging out happens rarely too when you're both swamped with schoolworks.

♡ So as much as you don't like it, the only mini-dates you'd have with each other is binge-watching movies on weekends.

♡ On most days, he'll visit your dorm room after his classes for the day are over

♡ Bakugou would softly knock on your door with his school uniform on and bag loosely hanging on his left shoulder

♡ His ears would perk up when he'll hear your footsteps nearing the door

♡ You'd open the door and the exhausted look on his face would be replaced by a small smile as he'd see your pretty face and extended arms-- asking for a hug

♡ As corny as it seems—but all his exhaustion would be thrown out the window when you'd envelope him in a tight hug and your sweet familiar colgne would invade his nostrils

♡ “Imissedyou, baby.” He'd mumble in a soft whisper and you'd kiss his nose mumbling a “Missedyoutoo, `suki.” as you ushered him inside

♡ From his frequent visits to your room, almost half of his clothes are there too. Some of those are which you stole tho.

♡ He'd take a bath and change into his pajamas as you'd prepare dinner for the two of you.

♡ When all the chores are done and you both are full from eating, Bakugou always looks forward to being spooned by you in bed

♡ His arms encircled protectively around your waist, face buried into your neck—inhaling your scent, and eyes closed as he let the feeling of your warmth and head massages take him to a deep slumber.

♡ On small occasions, Bakugou would have these nightmares and instead of waking up—he'd grumble and whine in his sleep

♡ Since you're a light sleeper, you'd be awaken from this and would see your boyfriend with his eyebrows furrowed and muttering words in his sleep

♡ You'd immediately assume he's having a nightmare from the fact that he seems like he's out of breath in his sleep and sweating like crazy

♡ You'd run your hands through his hair and place your palm on top of his cheek—whispering “am here Katsu.”—to calm him down without the need to wake him up

♡If that still doesn't work, you'd press your face onto his chest and it would immediately slow his heartbeat

♡ Him feeling your warmth would immediately soothe him and pull him out from his nightmare

♡ Without opening his eyes, he'd hold you tighter to his chest, glad that he has you by his side

♡ Your love language is acts of service

♡ You're never the type to ask for anyone's help when you're working on a task

♡ May it be a task you can easily handle or a one that you can't—you still won't ask for help because you've become accustomed to being independent and not relying on anyone but yourself

♡ But the fact that Bakugou would always go out of his way to help you on your tasks always doesn't fail to give you butterflies in the stomach

♡ Or when Bakugou would be willing to help you even when it meant sacrificing his time or his own comfort for your sake

♡ Your boyfriend is such a grandpa and always sleeps early as much as possible so he can get the beauty sleep he needs—your words not his

♡ And being the grandpa that he is, he also has preferences when it comes to his sleeping routine

♡ he likes it dark since the bright lights prohibits him from getting a good night's sleep

♡ But since he decided to sleep on your dorm and accompany you during your exam week—he had to get used to the fact that you'd be reviewing all night and all the lights would be turned on

♡ so poor Suki had bag under his eyes and was sleepy the next morning

♡ "sorry." you mumbled out as you guiltily bit your bottom lip, placing the three stacks of pancakes on your boyfriend's plate

♡ he yawned and cutely rubbed his eyes. “'bout what?”

♡ "the lights kept you up didn't you?"

♡ "it's fine, dumbass." he playfully flicked your forehead and reprimanded you for even thinking that, stuffiny his face with the breakfast you made.

♡ you're well aware of the fact that Bakugou is really an impatient one and does not like waiting too long

♡ but when it comes to you?

♡ since your department has this small ball that will be held next week—you needed an outfit

♡ the theme was superheroes and you knew you could never whip up something last minute with that theme

♡ you were on your way to the mall today and had just finished getting ready

♡ you just left the bathroom and was rummaging through your bag for your phone

♡ "time to go?" you jumped and almost dropped your keys when your boyfriend popped up out of nowhere and snaked his arms onto your waist

♡ You were going to the mall. But you didn't tell Katsuki to come since you know he'll just get bored there.

♡ "I'm coming to the mall with you, babe." he answered seeing you were confused

♡ You stared at your boyfriend like he just grown a third head. "don't you hate sho—"

♡ " Wanna see your try your fits. Now let's go."

♡ you didn't even had time to say no since he already ushered you out and before you knew it you were at the mall

♡ you know deep down that Katsuki really HATED waiting

♡ but to see him here at the mall with you?

♡ carrying all the bags of clothes you bought—in both of his hands, some hanging on his arms?

♡ plus the fact that he's not even complaining and would just patiently follow you and wait for you to finish roaming around—makes you giddy inside

♡ another one of Bakugou's love language is words of affirmation

♡ it's not a surprise that Bakugou likes to be praised especially since he can back up all that boastfulness with his skills

♡ but the only words that matter to him the most—are yours

♡ Bakugou never opens up about his struggles, problems, or things that are troubling him

♡ he's just not the type to sit and talk about how his day went or rant about stuff that made him mad

♡ but knowing Katsuki and him being your boyfriend for God know's how long, you already figured out how his mind works

♡ Katsuki is really not that verbal but you can always see through his facade, either when he's having a bad day, tired, just wanna rest, just want some cuddles, or just want some words that would make him feel better

♡ instead of grilling him on what was bothering him, you always know what to say and would always knew what to say that would def raise his mood in a snap

♡ Bakugou is a fast learner. He really has no trouble learning a thing since he's naturally skilled

♡ But for once, he really struggled learning basketball since he really wasn't a sporty guy and has never dribbled a ball since he was little

♡ you both were in the school gym and Katsuki had an unpaintable look on as he glared at the ring that was a a few feet away from him

♡ The funny thing was—he already learned how to do the different kinds of dribbles, passes, and shooting techniques in one go after spending a good amount of time practice

♡ The one thing he's complaining about right now is that he can't shoot the ball half court

♡ It's funny `cause it took you months and continuous practice to learn the things he learned in one look and he's still mad about not being able to shoot the ball in half court

♡ HALF COURT?!

♡ You were hiding your giggles since you find the situation funny and your boyfriend cute

♡ But to see him frustrated made you feel a bit sad for him

♡ “It's fine baby! You can do it!” your cheer echoed throughout the gym since it was only the two of you there

♡ and him hearing your cheer made his eyebrows furrowed less

♡ Katsuki gripped the ball tighter, took a deep breath and glared at the ring one last time before he took the shot

♡ and it went in

♡ you watched your boyfriend as he watched the ball bounce away looking like he couldn't believe that he actually made the shot

♡ Then he turned to look at you with this biggest adorable grin he could muster. “It went in, baby! Did you see that went in?!”

♡ you nodded and grinned at his smiling face and him looking so proud of himself made you fall in love with him all over again

♡ Another one of your love language is quality time

♡ Due to the hectic schedule in school and non-stop schoolworks, it's almost a miracle you'd see your boyfriend thrice a week.

♡ Bakugou knows that you miss him badly and so does he

♡ so the thing he does is to make sure you'd both get the quality time you need

♡ you're studying up for a quiz?

♡ your boyfriend would knock on your door, carrying a box of pizza in his hand and a bunch of comfort food in his other hand

♡ he'd help you study—even scold you for not eating, and would give you massages to get those knots off your shoulders from sitting and slouching too long

♡ "twangchu forda fwood, Tsuki." You'd say—mouth full with the food he brought and with sauce on the side of your lip

♡ Bagukou would chuckle in amusement and would wipe the sauce off your lip, not with his hand tho :>

♡ “Katsu!”

♡ he'd chuckle some more upon seeing your tomato flushed cheeks

♡ Due to the influence of your boyfriend's friends—Kami and Kiri they're more your friends now than his—you got interested into playing codm

♡ Bakugou also had to learn to play the game so he'd have more time to keep you to himself since Kami and Kiri would visit sometimes and would steal you. Jelly Katsu y'all

♡ As mentioned earlier the only mini dates you both have are when you're both binge watching a series on netflix

♡ With the cramp increasingly shooting its way down onto his leg the longer the time passes—he'd still not move just to make sure he won't accidentally wake you up

♡ It was already halfway of the movie when you started dozing off so he had you lay your head onto the pillow on his lap

♡ You looked so adorable

♡ some of hair sticking in all directions, your mouth slightly agape, a dribble of saliva on the side of the your cheek, your soft snores, and this red mark of your forearm on your forehead since you just changed position

♡ cute. He thought and chuckled

♡ but when you showed signs of waking up since his chuckle made the pillow you were laying on—shake a bit—He stopped chuckling and hummed a tune in hopes of you not waking up

♡ “Katsuki—mine—back off.. ” you whined in your sleep, your brows furrowed

♡ he smiled and stopped himself from chuckling. “Iloveyousomuch, dumbass.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and smiled at you lovingly, ignoring the increasing cramps he's feeling on his leg.

A/n: AaAaaAa it's been so long since i last posted! I miss writing and wasn't able to write since I was so busy with school and all. Hope you guys like this one! Sorry for the typos since this is not proofread.

Plagiarism is a crime

©aira-writes 2023

[nooepkt]

✨KRBK CollegeAU 🌨

“Snow fight” between Kirishima & Bakugo hehe.

[poly-pan-0118]

AfterDark

You thought you'd be okay out in public with the scent blockers you wore but your sweet scent caught the nose of one particular alpha. His senses were already tuned to your smell, but you were getting ready to go into heat and he'll be damned if any other loser was gonna get to claim you.

You awoke sweating, you just felt ...off. You knew your heat was due any day now. You lazily walked over to your dresser and checked the calendar. You double checked to see you had requested off those days from work and silently thanked high ranking female officials like Rumi Usagiyama to advocate for Omega rights. You had a week's paid vacation starting tonight after you clocked out. A week locked in your apartment while your roomie Mina stays at her boyfriends. A week laying in your bed only leaving it when your heat lets you replenish your nutrition. A week of vibrators and dildos. You felt yourself grow antsy at the thought of using a particular new one with a knot on it, made specifically for omegas in heat.

Stepping out of the shower, you pushed the lonely feeling of still not finding an alpha to mate with deep down. Watching all your friends bonding with their mates had you jealous at times. You decided you were going to enjoy the night at the club, not wallow in self-pity. You had all week to do that. Getting dressed you went to grab a scent blocker out of your drawer and your stomach dropped. You forgot to get a refill from your doctor. You could buy over the counter brands but they didn't work as well and you had an overwhelmingly strong scent.

Unfortunately, you found this out the hard way when Mina’s boyfriend Sero came over with his friend Denki in tow. Your scent hit them both like a smack in the face. Mina’s boyfriend pretty much had control over himself seeing how they were already mated. You watched in horror as Denki’s eyes turned black and a low growl emanated from his throat. Your scent of fear you had put off had the other two covering their noses. It was so powerful. Denki was poised to pounce on you if it were not for Sero’s quick thinking in grabbing him and running out the door. He had to drag him completely out of the apartment complex for Denki to come to his senses. You never wanted to relive that again. 

Amidst your thoughts your phone rang. It was Mina. She explained that her and Sero would be running a bit late but they will join you at the club. You told her about your dilemma and how you contemplated even going out now. She told you to go into her bathroom and use one of her blockers. It wasn't prescription strength, but they were one of the most expensive on the market, surely it would hold up for at least a couple hours. Standing at her sink you stared at your hands holding on to the patches. It had clear adhesive so as not to stand out. You pulled apart the plastic tabs and placed it on your neck rubbing it on to stay. Looking at yourself in the mirror you pulled your hair to your side covering it and told yourself that you would just keep an extra eye on people tonight. If they started to act funny, you would immediately leave. 

An hour later you found yourself sitting at the bar at the club. You were idly chatting with some acquaintances from work. When their friends arrived, you were left sitting alone and feeling awkward. You felt as if eyes were staring at you from everywhere. You knew this had to be your anxiety, so you quickly downed a few more drinks. Eh, it’s not a healthy way of managing but it does the trick. With the courage of alcohol in your system you drag yourself to the dance floor and enjoy the music all alone, waiting for Mina.

Before long you find your body swaying, dancing along with the rhythm. You close your eyes, just wanting to be lost in the beats that make your body vibrate. You finally open them with the sense of being watched again, you look into the darkness of the club to catch a pair of red eyes that seem to glow in the dark. Like a trance, you can't look away. You feel your body still as he starts stalking towards you. Like a lion on the hunt. As loud as the club is, all you can hear is your very own heart beating. As you recognize who it is you nervously turn around as if to walk away but your feet stay planted.

It’s Katsuki Bakugou. Your crush from college. You never really got a chance to hang out with him personally. He was always there when you went to events and parties with Mina. You always found him quickly looking away from you when you’d catch his eyes and you wondered if he harbored some kind of crush for you too. There was a brief moment at a party where you thought about telling him how you felt but it was quickly squashed when a girl came over and straddled him. They started making out right there in front of everyone. You knew right then and there that he was way out of your league.

So why was he eyeing you like some prey now? He must have been looking past you, that’s what it was, not at you. You begin to move but feel immense heat and you just know it's coming from his body. You turn around to find Katsuki standing in front of you. You’ve never been this close to him and realize that he is much taller than you expected. Having to tilt your head up you finally get your first clear observation of him. Those dark red eyes never faltered from their gaze. Different colors from the neon lighting bounce off his ash blonde hair playing tricks with your mind. You almost thought you saw horns protruding from those spikes. 

Another song starts to play as you find his hands on your hips that pull you in closer to him. He bends his head down and nuzzles the top of your head, leaving yours cradled in his neck. He has an overwhelming alpha scent masked with a sweet musky smell that has your senses going into overdrive. You immediately feel safe and wanted. You found yourself letting out a loud gasp as you felt his knee part your legs and press up into your heat. Your cheeks turned red as the thought of a mess you'd make on his pants. He leaned back to look at your face, to silently gauge a reaction from you.

His large palms came up to cup your cheek, causing you to lean into his warm touch. Rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, you playfully nipped it. You saw his lips move but couldn’t make out what he said. He moved a hand down to grasp around the back of your neck pulling you closer, causing your eyes to widen as he gazed down at you. Want you, you read his lips. He jerked his knee up and you whined, wanting more. He quickly turned your body around so your ass was pressed right into his crotch. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked up your neck.

“I can still smell you ya’know” his voice was husky as he breathed hard into your neck, over your scent gland. Obviously, it was doing a poor job at masking your scent. You're just happy no one else has noticed. Strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer and you felt his hard cock grind into your ass. He could fuck you right here and you wouldn't care. It's not like anyone would notice in the dark club. The music pulsated in time with his thrusts. Oh, he was good. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you concentrated on his touches. His hands felt like they set your skin on fire.

"Enough!" he growled in your ear. He pulled you along the dance floor, weaving in and out of couples dancing. The smell of sweat mixed with sweet perfumes and musky colognes permeated the stale air. You passed a line of people waiting outside of the bathroom and they began to protest as he barged his way into the room, in front of everyone. Somebody started shouting and he turned to confront them. You heard a growl erupt and became nervous of a fight breaking out.

Immediately that thought was quelled as Katsuki pushed off a protective scent only an alpha could make. Why are you smelling this?  You didn't see his face or hear what he had said but you caught others cowardly turning away. He turned without looking at you and pulled you along. After shutting and locking the door he pushed you up against the counter. His mouth was all over you. Sloppy kisses made their way up your neck and teeth grazed your throat. You whimpered at the thought of him claiming you. His lips crashed into yours and he slowed down. The kiss was slow and sensual. You opened your eyes to see his ruby eyes staring down at you. 

“You’re mine now y/n” he said rubbing his face over your cheeks. He was scenting you. He looked at you one more time, waiting for you to protest. He gave you a sly grin when he saw you pondering that he remembered your name. Of course, he did. He couldn't get you off his damn mind for months now. He watched you slowly approach him at the last party he saw you at and thought this was finally the moment he would get you all to himself and he would tell you how he felt, but that stank ass girl had to throw herself at him. He was a bit surprised at her actions but when he came to, he pushed her off, landing on her ass. When he looked around, you were nowhere to be found.

The next few parties he was prepared to grab you and tell you immediately before anything could happen, but you never showed up. It was as if everything he needed to say was expressed through the look he gave you and when you didn't say anything his face made it to your neck where your scent gland was. Katsuki bared his teeth and ripped the blocker off causing a small whine to leave you. Katsuki inhaled deeply and another low growl left his throat. You felt Katsuki’s cock get incredibly hard against you. His eyes turned dark and only one word left his lips.

“Mine” as he proceeded to scent your gland. “Fuck, we need to get out of here, now!” he stressed. He thought of how stupid his actions were. Dragging you to the public bathroom. He rolled his eyes at himself. So stupid. He can't claim you here. Not with all those extras outside. He needs to make sure you're comfortable and relaxed when he knots you. Oh, and he does intend on knotting you. He needs to take care of his Omega.  

You vaguely remember making your way back to Katsuki’s place. You remembered being pulled through the club and Katsuki growling at the brave few dared to even glance at you. The alpha scent that flowed off his body solely to warn others to keep away was also keeping you calm. Once in his car Katsuki sped off ignoring all traffic signs and lights. You sat slumped over in his passenger seat sweating profusely. You took your blouse off revealing the lace bra that held your perky tits in place and Katsuki swallowed hard. His alpha scent and wanting to claim you had your heat hitting you now. You moved to take off your bra but Katsuki stopped you,

"Fuck that. I’m not having all these fuckers look at your naked body as I carry you inside.” he snarled. 

“Kat~su~ki” you mewled, “It hurts. I-I need you” you whined. It just made his dick grow bigger and he palmed himself trying to satiate his own pain between his legs. Your sweet scent and going into heat were throwing him into an early rut, but he didn't care. He’d claim you either way.

“I know baby, I know,” Katsuki whispered, pushing out more of his scent to calm you. All it seemed to do is send your heat in hyper-drive as you felt your slick wet the seat beneath you. You whined again and he let another low grumble. Pulling up swiftly, Katsuki chose to park in his underground garage to avoid less eyes. He quickly carried you to the elevator, scenting you the entire ride of twelve flights to his floor.

Once his door was closed and locked he carried you to the bedroom. You felt your body was literally melting at his touch, you were so hot. You quickly removed your clothes as you watched Katsuki do the same. You sat on the edge of the bed watching him tear at his fabric, literally ripping them and you couldn't help the moan that escaped your mouth as you watched his huge cock spring up and slap his abs. Katsuki walked over to you, pulling up your chin.

“Like what you see princess?” he asked with a cocky grin before running his face along your cheeks again. Taking a big inhale of your scent he pulled back up. Eyes dark, pupils blown wide and in his alpha voice he ordered, “Present, my omega”  

You were all too happy to get on all fours. Katsuki let out a low “Fuck” as you wiggled your ass in his face, which he quickly buried in your heat. Tasting you was like drinking the most delicious aphrodisiac ever. His tongue felt amazing as it slowly swiped up your slit and flicked along your clit. It helped alleviate some of your ache but what you really wanted, what your omega wanted, was his knot.

“Katsuki please,” you begged him. You could have sworn you felt him smirk against your wet slit before pulling away with a chuckle in his voice.

“Okay my omega, I’ll give you what you want” Katsuki calling you his omega had you keening, pushing your ass further up for him. Katsuki lined himself up and slowly pushed his way in. He moaned loudly at your mewling sounds as he pushed further and finally bottomed out. Katsuki was huge. Bigger than you've ever had and he knew by the way you whined you needed a minute to adjust to his size. You gave your ass a little wiggle along with whining, letting him know he could move. Fuck, finally he thought, He wanted to fucking ruin you, he wanted to take it slow. It was so frustrating. It wasn't long after setting a good pace that you were begging for his knot. 

“You want my knot, huh?” he’d tease you, making you whimper, begging him again.

“Yes my alpha please, I need it. Need your knot” you'd holler over your shoulder. Katsuki picked up speed, thrusting into you faster. His balls filled tight with his seed that he’d eventually fill you with slapped against your clit. You were getting close, so close. You just needed that last push to send you over the edge and he knew exactly how to do it. Katsuki leaned over to roll his fingers over your clit and bury his face in your neck.

“M'gonna claim you now omega” he said breathing heavy in a raspy voice, never losing momentum. Katsuki bit down over your gland breaking skin and you came hard. Calling out his name you felt his hips shake as his hot seed filled you. An overwhelming sensation of being full overcame your body, bordering the line of discomfort and you knew it was his knot. Katsuki grunted as the last spurts of his cum shot into you. He grabbed both your hands and interlaced your fingers together. He slowly and carefully fell down behind you pulling you to a spooning position while keeping his knot locked with you. A hot hand caressed your stomach.

“Can’t wait to fuck you full of my seed again, wanna see you round carrying my pups” 

You gasped at his words and felt your pussy clench around his tight knot. Katsuki let out a small laugh behind your ear and kissed along your neck. He licked at his claim mark and whispered,

“Get some rest, my omega” Your eyes drifted close and you never felt so full, so relaxed. So wanted, so loved. Who’d ever known that after years of secretly pining for each other. You found your alpha. Katsuki found his omega. 

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[kimchikrust]

he lets you paint his nails | k. bakugou

> pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

> word count: 995

> concept: college au (aged-up), established relationship, domesticity, gn reader, canon divergence

> summary: bakugou lets you paint his nails

> warning(s): smoking weed

> author’s note(s): so i'm noticing i prefer college au's because the idea of writing a high school pov is so funky monkey to me. also, this was inspired by art I saw on instagram, but I forgot the artist.

You love spending the day at Bakugou’s place.

When you first started the student-hero routine, you collaborated with Kaminari and Mina on when to schedule your patrols, so you could work with either of them. Unfortunately, Bakugou decided on an opposite schedule to his roommate, so he would only have to cross paths occasionally.

That meant whenever you were working, Bakugou was off. And when you were off, Bakugou was out of the apartment.

This weekend was different, though. He switched patrols with Kirishima, who needed his shift covered, and went home early.

He already knew you would be at his place. He asked you last night over the phone and then confirmed with Kaminari.

When he unlocked the door, the smell of weed knocked him back. He scrunched his nose in irritation, but it quickly died when he caught sight of you stirring something on the stove, swinging your hips to music in your head.

You turned around when he shut the door behind him, and you dropped your spoon. Your eyes were red and glazed over, but he could read the pleasant surprise on your face.

"Katsuki," you breathed, smiling. "You're home."

"It reeks in here." He frowned darkly, dropping his duffle bag and uniform next to the couch.

"You're usually not here to smell it," you confessed whimsically, unbothered. You go up to him and bring him into a tight hug. The type of hug you gave when you were inebriated and wanted to literally melt into him. He slowly eases into it. "You're not going on patrol?"

"I would have if I was assigned an area," he muttered. "Eiji needed me to cover another time for him, so he took this shift."

"Remind me to thank him later," he heard you mumble against him.

Bakugou chuckled softly, petting the back of your head. "You miss me or something?"

"Always, asshole." You pull away from him, but he keeps his arms around you. "You're reckless."

He glares at that. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you say quickly, pecking his lips. "We're in Kami's room. Mina's here too."

"Goody," Bakugou remarks dryly, allowing you to drag him to Kaminari's room. The smell only got stronger the deeper you went into the apartment.

"Blasty boy is here!" Mina screeched when you showed up in the doorway. Kaminari was in the middle of a bong rip when his eyes met Bakugou's glare, and he choked.

Bakugou felt a brief sense of satisfaction as he watched Kaminari cough until tears ran down his cheeks.

"You're not supposed to be here," Kaminari wheezed out once he could speak.

"Why does the place smell dank?" Bakugou glared darkly.

"We do this every weekend. Chill out," you speak up, taking a spot on the ground next to Mina.

Every weekend? "How have I not smelled it?"

"Because your sense of smell isn't as impressive as you think." Mina giggles at your clap back as she takes the bong next.

"We were gonna smoke and then paint our nails," Mina tells him. Bakugou leans against the doorframe and glances at you, but you're preoccupied with choosing a color. "Can I paint your nails, 'Tsuki?"

"Not a chance, Pinky." He lowered himself next to you, nodded when you showed him your color, and wordlessly asked for his opinion. He looked over the options, a combination of the three of your collections, all scattered on the floor between them.

He picked a basic black and passed it to you, which you took with confusion.

"Can you do mine this color?" He could feel the rush of heat crawling up his neck when Kaminari and Mina began squawking at how soft he was for you.

You silence them with a look, which he's grateful for, and smile warmly.

"Of course. I'll paint yours, then mine." You shifted, facing him, and took his hand into your lap. "Oh, wait. I'm gonna take a rip first." You paused as you reached for the bong, glancing at Bakugou briefly to check for disapproval.

He smiled and gave you a wink, enjoying how your lips pulled back into a wider grin as you grabbed the bong by the neck.

He thought you looked pretty when you handled smoking like an expert. Even though he didn't smoke, he thought it was amusing when his friends got high. And when you got high, you laughed at everything, and Bakugou loved your laugh.

"So, when is the shift you're covering for Eiji?" You ask him after starting on his nails.

"Sometime next week," he mutters, although he probably should let Kaminari know too. "I think it's during one of your shifts."

"Oh, maybe we can pair up then," you smile, keeping your focus on his nail so close to your face that you're nearly cross-eyed. "Can I add some orange? I'll make it look nice."

"Whatever you want," he tells you, makes your chest swell.

It makes his stomach flip when he realizes how dainty your hands are compared to his, and he can feel his cheeks get warm. With his other hand, he brings it against your face and pulls you closer to press a kiss on your forehead.

"What was that for?" You laugh breathlessly. You feel his body shrug across from you.

"Felt like it."

Off to the side, Mina is pretending to show Kaminari a video on her phone, but she's really recording this sweet moment where you're painting Bakugou's nails.

Bakugou loves that you painted his nails. As the week begins and you two return to your everyday routines, Bakugou checks his nails constantly.

He's careful and makes sure the polish doesn't chip off. He checks for hangnails every hour and uses oil on his cuticles.

When he's in class, and it's been a while since he's seen you, he'll start rubbing the side of his index finger against the nail on his thumb. Something about feeling the smooth paint gives him relief.

(im definitely projecting, but i hope you enjoyed)

[sirspazingtonthefourth]

Game Day

Summary: You go to check out the commotion by you're university's stadium and get roped into going to the game. 4.7k, mostly just fluff, college au, Bakugo x Reader

A/N: Recently got to college and was still unfamiliar with game day schedules. Sorta a mix between me wanting to go to a game and me being confused why there was a mob outside the stadium a couple weeks ago. Not proofread, sorry.

Content warnings: Cursing, depiction of a panic attack

You had never seen so many people from this far away. You’d been part of crowds before, sure. But something about seeing the mass of your school colors outside the stadium, fully three blocks away, unsettled you a little. You knew it was game season, but most of those happened in the evening.

The studious part of you, the part that knew you had to finish taking notes on your biology textbook, told you to ignore the phenomenon. There was probably a good explanation, and if something was wrong someone would show up soon to take care of it. The other part, the ever curious part, demanded you investigate, find out what could cause such a stir. You cursed yourself as you stood from your desk, slipped on your shoes, grabbed your wallet, and left your dorm.

You walked out of your dorm building on a mission: find out what was going on at the stadium. It was maybe a ten minute walk if you were dragging your feet, and you were too interested to do that. You made it in six minutes flat, trying to make out what was going on based on the chatter around you. You couldn’t make any of it out, all the voices blending into one massive cacophony. You started trying to push your way through the crowd.

“Oi, asshole! Wait your turn, we’ll get in soon enough,” you heard someone call right before something tugged on the collar of your shirt strong enough that you stumbled back a few steps. You turned to glare at whoever had decided to touch you, only to be met with burning red eyes.

The red eyes belonged to none other than Bakugo Katsuki, an asshole you shared biology with. Your professor had assigned him to your group, but didn’t talk to each other. The only reason you knew his name is because of the team roster your professor had put out. He seemed to think he was better than everyone, and you stayed away from him because you didn’t agree.

You were surprised to see him here, honestly, since you never saw him just walking around campus. Anytime you saw him outside of class he was either studying or helping someone else study. You didn’t even see him in the dining hall.

“Uh… what?” you shouted above the din. He rolled his eyes, a deepening frown on his face. A few stray blond hairs fell into his face, and he brushed them out of the way.

“Wait. Your damn. Turn. We aren’t going to get in any sooner if you’re at the front of the line.”

“Line for what? And you call this a line?” the blond narrowed his eyes, lip curling in a sneer.

“The line for the game, dumbass. And yes, this is a line!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You must not have been to many games, then. Fucking amateur.” You glared back at the blond. You hated that he seemed to think he could just be rude to anybody.

“Yeah, I’m an amateur! I don’t even go to the games, I just got curious what the fuss was over here. Enjoy… whatever game you’re here to see,” you said, waving a hand about to indicate that you neither knew nor cared what was going to be happening. You had done what you came here to do, and now your homework was calling your name.

But Bakugo didn’t seem to be done with you. He grabbed your arm as you turned to walk away, and you jerked at the contact. It wasn’t enough to break his hold, and he spun you back around to face him. He seemed more pissed about you leaving than about you supposedly cutting in the mob that apparently passed for a line.

“You haven’t been to the games?” If looks could kill, you’d have been being scraped off the pavement with a spatula right about now.

“No? I have more important things to be doing. Besides, don’t really wanna go anyways.” You muttered the last part, a little embarrassed to admit it. Crowds weren’t your scene. You didn’t like the idea of being so close to so many people. Of being touched by so many people.

“Anyway, I’m leaving now, so-”

“The hell you are!” Bakugo held on a little tighter, and you tried to glare him down. Key word: tried. Surprisingly enough, having eyes like embers was very effective when you were having a staring contest. You looked away a lot faster than you wanted.

“And why is that?”

“You’re already here. Might as well stay and see the game.”

“I told you, I don’t want to. Besides, I have homework I still need to get done.” You were getting a little frantic, trying to pull your arm away from him even as you did your best to mask the discomfort in your voice. “A-and I don’t even have tickets, and I’m still in pajamas because it’s a Saturday and I wasn’t planning on being in public and-”

“And I don’t care. You’re here, you’re going, end of discussion.”

“Please don’t make me,” you begged, turning your head around to see the crowd around you. You didn’t try to hide the fear, hoping he would take mercy on you. It had taken too much out of you to push through the crowd to begin with, and it had only gotten bigger. You didn’t think you could get out now even if he let you go, but maybe you could. You clung to that maybe like a lifeline.

Bakugo, for his part, seemed to take notice of your little predicament. Better than you did, in fact. Maybe it was the tight grip on your wrist, his fingers digging into your pulse point to let him know you weren’t okay. Maybe it was how your head had begun whipping around, as if trying to keep tabs on every single person in the crowd.

He himself started to glance around, looking for someone. When he spotted the telltale red, spiky hair, he called out.

“Oi! Kirishima! Over here!” The redhead turned, a bright smile on his face as he seemed to effortlessly move through the crowd.

“Hey, Bakugo! What’s- oh.” Kirishima noticed you more than you really noticed him. You were too busy trying to shrink in on yourself to notice him. You were flinching at every brush of a sleeve against your arm, apologizing as you seemed intent on shrinking into yourself like a dying star.

“Crowd’s too big behind us. Can you help me clear a path inside?” Bakugo asked, and Kirishima was quick to nod, letting out a sharp whistle that sounded about the general din of the crowd of sports fans.

“Alright, I need everyone to clear a path to the stadium real quick!”

A few other voices sounded, echoing the call for a path. Three people in particular jumped in to help clear a path, and you didn’t have the energy to fight being led towards the big stadium.

You were almost stopped at the front door, arguably where people were pressed together the tightest, by the person keeping everyone from entering. You didn’t know what to call him, you thought. A bouncer? Door guard? Random guy?

“Woah, buddy, I know you guys are part of the student section, but you can’t head in there yet.”

“Please, sir, it’s a bit of an emergency,” Kirishiima explained, gesturing to you. You had your eyes squeezed shut, aware you were panicking and trying to stop it.

“Yeah, sure. You can wait like-”

“If you don’t let us through that door in the next five seconds, so help me god, I will-”

“Woah, Bakugo, easy. Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” The redhead said, walking away from the door guard. The crowd parted for him, leaving a wake big enough for you and Bakugo to follow in without being touched.

After a little more wading through the crowd, Kirishima seemed to find what he was looking for. He pulled on a small part of the chain link fence, shifting it just enough for someone to crawl under. Bakugo nodded in thanks to the bigger man and crawled under, dragging you along.

Once inside the stadium fence, he pulled you inside through a nearby maintenance door. From there he navigated you towards one of the main halls. They weren’t lit well, but you could hear how they echoed. There must have been really high ceilings.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. There’s no one around. Look- hey, look at me,” he said, and your eyes snapped to his. They were still intense, emitting the same waves of heat as the embers of a long-tended fire. You tried to look away, but he put his hands to your face, blocking out everything from your view but those eyes.

“None of that. Look at me. You’re fine. No one’s here. Breathe.” You took a shaky breath. Then another. And another, trying to match up with the rhythm of his breath as it echoed through the vast, empty hall.

“Good, you’re doing good,” he said, taking his hands from your face and grabbing your upper arm. “There’s a water fountain nearby. I’m going to take you there, and you’re going to drink, got it?” You nodded, breathing a little more evenly but not willing to talk just yet.

The water did wonders for you. It was cold, unlike the pressing heat of the crowd and your classmate. It grounded you, and when you finally came up for air you could feel that your heart was no longer trying to jump out of your chest. It wasn’t calmed, but it was more manageable.

“Thank you,” you whispered, afraid of how loud the echo would be. You were already jumpy, you didn’t need to make a fool of yourself for startling at your own voice.

“Don’t mention it,” Bakugo said at full volume. It bounced around in the hall, and you flinched at how suddenly it had contrasted with the airy silence that only a wide open space could have. He seemed to not notice.

“Come on. Now that you’re done waterboarding yourself, we’re gonna get you a shirt. Can’t have you at the game in that,” he said with disdain, as if you had intentionally worn your old NASA t-shirt from Target and comfy blue and purple leggings just to upset him.

“But I’m already in a shirt,” you protested. He began walking and, not wanting to be lost when the crowd inevitably came through for the game, you followed him.

“Yeah, but I ain’t letting you wear that shit to the game. It’s disrespectful.” You glared at him.

“I told you, I don’t wanna go.”

“Well it’s go to the game or try and fight your way through the crowd again, and something tells me you don’t have it in you to do that right now. So, we’re getting you a shirt at the very least, you’re gonna change, and we’ll head to the stands so we aren’t pushing through everyone.”

He was right about you not wanting to push through the crowd. You thought you might actually have a heart attack if you tried that again.

“Won’t we get in trouble for being back here? That guy made it pretty clear that no one’s supposed to get in until he gives the go ahead.” Bakugo grumbled ahead of you, and you heard a few choice curses being thrown at the door guy.

“That bastard’s just trying to prove he’s got some kind of power he doesn’t have. Besides, I know the people back here. I’m one of the leaders of the student section, they aren’t exactly gonna go tatling to that prick,” he said. There was a light a few corridors down. It was the only hallway illuminated at all.

“You? Leading the student section?” he huffed, glaring back at you.

“What? Think I can’t?”

“You just… don’t really seem the type,” you said, giving a lopsided smile. He rolled his eyes and looked back ahead of him.

“Yeah, well, I’m not. Hair-for-brains managed to rope me into it, and I’m not about to back out now.” You were getting closer, and saw a stall built into the brick of the building near where the hall emptied into the main room.

“Hair-for-brains? That a, uh… an enemy of yours?”

“What? No. He’s the guy with the red hair, held the fence so we could get inside? Bastard’s been glued to my side since high school, can’t get rid of him.” You finally neared the stall enough to reasonably talk with the person you saw inside, a woman about your age with short purple hair and gauged ears. She was chewing gum and scrolling through her phone, and her shirt was black with a blue guitar on it.

“Oi, Earlobes. Need a shirt,” he said, hooking a thumb at you walking behind him.

“That’s not my name, Bakugo,” she said, glancing up at him. Her eyes settled on you after a second, she tucked her phone in her back pocket. “Who’s this?”

“They’re with me. They’re here for the game, but they need a shirt.” The girl nodded beckoning you forward but continuing to talk to Bakugo.

“I know they’re with you, what’s their name?” He huffed in annoyance instead of answering. It made sense that he didn’t know you, you barely knew him after all.

“Their name’s L/N Y/N, now will you just get them a damn-”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t lose your head,” she said. “What’s your size?”

“Uh, s/s. But, I left my wallet, I don’t have a way to pay for it-”

“Hey, don’t worry. We can just chalk it up to costs of running the student section, right, Bakugo? Anyway, I’m Jiro. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, smiling as she turned to look through the small booth for the right size. She gave a little “aha!” when she found it.

“Feel free to stop by if you need anything else. Enjoy the game,” she said.

“Thanks, you too!” you said. Bakugo grabbed you by the arm again and started dragging you towards the bathrooms.

“Come on idiot, you need to get changed.”

You sat in the empty stands with Bakugo, listening to the crowd outside. They’d come in, soon, and you’d be swarmed, but you would be ready for it. You would be trapped, but you would know it was coming.

“So, have you ever been here?” You turned to him to see him already looking right at you. “In the stands, I mean. I know everyone gets taken to the stadium that first day for the stupid start of the year tradition.” You shook your head.

“No, I haven’t. It’s a nice view, though. Very… high up?” You hadn’t been in a real stadium before. Sure, there were a few times you’d been in the stands at your high school but they weren’t very tall and you hadn’t really thought to remark on them at all. Bakugo seemed to understand though, letting out a small chuckle.

“I guess it is, yeah. Still, we’re pretty low compared to other spots. You’ll be able to see the game better. Gotta make sure you have a good seat for your first game.” You two just looked at each other for a minute, counting down until everyone would swarm the stadium and find their seats and begin cheering and chanting.

“I’m Katsuki, by the way,” he said suddenly. “I don’t think I ever told you my name.”

“I knew your name,” you said quickly. “We’re in the same biology group, remember?” He blinked, as if he was surprised you remembered.

“Yeah, we are. Sorry, I just thought-”

“That some random stranger knew my name?” He looked away, glaring out onto the field as if he was trying to light the grass on fire with just his eyes.

“Sooo…” you said, grasping for a conversation topic. “You’re in the student section.”

“Not just in it,” he scoffed, turning back to you with a shit eating grin. “I’m second in command.”

“Not bad for a freshman,” you said, elbowing him. He elbowed you back.

“Don’t say that like you aren’t one, idiot.” You shoved him in retaliation, and it turned into an all out war, the both of you shoving each other in the stands. You were laughing at the absurdity of it. You were a freshman in college and here you were, rough housing with practically a stranger.

You heard the sound of people starting to flood the stadium. It distracted you from holding your base, and Katsuki shoved the both of you right off of your seats.

“Ha! I win!” he declared from atop you. You rolled your eyes, trying to push him off of you.

“I was distracted, it doesn’t count! And come on, people are coming. We don’t want to lose our seats.” But he stayed put, his face getting red. “Uh, earth to Katsuki? Can you let me up? We’re going to lose our seats otherwise.” He seemed to snap back to himself as he did, quickly pushing himself off of you and helping you stand, trying to avoid looking at you the whole time, which seemed odd. You took your seats as everyone started pouring in.

Katsuki’s friends found you both in the front row and sat with you. You recognized them as the people who had helped you move through the crowd. The redhead you remembered as Kirishima, the bright blond with a black streak dyed into his hair was Kaminari, and the one with black hair was Sero. Jiro came and joined you all, too, bringing a girl with bright pink hair who said her name was Mina. She was by far the most excited to meet you, immediately going in for a hug before you could stop her.

You spent the game with the whole group bumping into you every so often, but you found you didn’t care as much as normal. You were jumping up when everyone else was, screaming when everyone else was, being excited when everyone else was. It made the weird ‘ick’ feeling you got when people touched you diminish. It was still there, but there were more important things to worry about.

Katsuki taught you the chants, usually right before he led the rest of the crowd in them, so you could join in more. You almost fell over once, jumping up when a goal was scored. Katsuki was the one to catch you, pulling you back upright and returning to cheering after making certain you were alright.

You walked out of the stadium smiling and laughing. You were buzzing with energy. You knew some of it was the shaky, panicky kind from being in such close proximity to so many people, but most of it was excitement. You’d been a part of a crowd, instead of just being in one. You’d been able to channel the adrenaline rush you got when being touched into something more constructive than shying away and panicking.

“Stupid, shitty ass team. Didn’t even win. The fuck do they do all that training for if they aren’t going to take the game seriously?” Katsuki grumbled next to you.

“Hey, they took that game plenty seriously, Bakubro,” Kirishima said to try and cheer him up.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Lighten up, Bakugo. They lost by a single point, and that was only because the ref made a fake call to open the chance for a field goal,” Mina offered, decidedly avoiding the nickname Kirishima had used.

“Wasn’t that in overtime, too? Feel like they wouldn’t have let that happen if they weren’t taking the game seriously.” You had very little understanding of sports in general, but you understood the concept of overtime enough to recognize it. You didn’t know enough to know if the penalty the ref called in the last minute had been valid or not.

Regardless, Katsuki just grumbled.

“Doesn’t make it any better. Pinky’s right, the ref made a shit call. We should’ve won at that point.” You rolled your eyes and elbowed him.

“Well there’s nothing we can do about it, Katsuki. We lost, that stuff happens. We’ll do better next time,” you tried to reassure him. To your surprise, he flinched. Everyone turned to look at you as if you’d sprouted a second head.

“Did you just call him…” Kaminari looked around, as if someone would get him for what he was about to say, then leaned in to whisper to you, “...the ‘K’ word?”

“Katsuki? Yeah? That’s his name, right?” You turned to him to double check, but Katsuki refused to meet your eyes.

“Well, we hope to see you at the next game, Y/N!” Jiro said, slowly walking away while trying her best to hide a smile.

“Yeah, you too. Hope to see you before then, too,” you said with a confused smile. Why was she acting weird?

“You know, we’ve got a study group that meets Wednesday nights at the library, if you want to come! Blasty over there runs it,” Kaminari chimed in.

“You wouldn’t think it, but he’s a strangely good teacher! He’s the only reason I passed my first chem test,” Mina said, shooting a playful grin to the blond walking on your left.

“What’s that supposed to mean, dumbass?”

“Relax, Bakugo. She’s right, you don’t seem like the mentoring type,” Kirishima said, resting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. He was also fighting back a smile. Well, a bigger smile than he was already wearing.

“You are a bit loud and angry for a teacher, I’ll be honest,” Kaminari piped in, earning a death glare from the blond.

“Right, that’s our cue to go,” Sero said with a clap, grabbing Kaminari’s shoulder and starting to walk backwards. “Y/N, it was nice to meet you, if you want to join the study group we meet at 6 on the second floor of the library. It’s Mina’s turn to bring snacks, so we’ll be fueled for it. Anyway, see ya!” He turned around and sprinted off before Katsuki could chase after him and Kaminari.

“What’s up with them?” You asked.

“Oh, Bakugo’s known to try and strangle Kaminari. Those two are best friends and Kami doesn’t always know when not to say things, ADHD and all, so it falls to Sero to keep him alive when he says stupid things,” Kirishima explained.

“Anyway, Mina, you wanna go try that gyro place that just opened?” Kirishima said, the mischievous smile he’d been holding back finally breaking through

“Do I ever! Let’s go, Kiri. Have fun, you two!” And with several backwards glances and titters, Kirishima and Mina ran off.

“Well, they all seemed in a hurry to leave,” you said, rubbing your arm. It had been right after you called Katsuki by his name, too. They’d made a deal of it, before they all ran away.

“Did… Did I say something?” you asked the blonde, still walking next to you towards your dorm.

��No, those idiots just don’t know how to leave.”

“Oh. I just… nevermind.” You were the one refusing to meet his eyes now, and you could feel them boring into your temple as you looked around the street.

“I don’t let them call me by my name. That’s why the idiots got all weird.”

“Would you prefer if I don’t-”

“I told you to call me Katsuki, it’s fine,” he said, cheeks getting pink again.

You both walked together quietly for another block. It was a warm evening in mid September, and you relished in the warmth that rose from the ground. You looked up through the trees to see what color the sky was painted this time, just to say you were doing something. It was usually a gorgeous red, but sometimes it was a pink or an orange. That was the best part of your dorm: you could see the sunsets.

“You said you had homework to do?”

“Hm?” Katsuki kept looking at you as you pulled your eyes from the sky, and you froze for half a second. You’d recognized on some level that he was pretty, with his spiky blond hair and his seemingly constantly scowling face and his ember eyes. But something about the golden hour lighting made you realize he was pretty. You quickly looked away before he could see the blush on your face.

“Earlier, you said you still had homework to do. What was it for?”

“Oh, I’ve got to finish getting through this week's biology chapter. It’s taking a bit longer than I planned, but-”

“I can help. If you want me to.” You blinked at him, a little surprised that he would offer.

“It’s fine. I’m sure you’ve got your own homework, and I can’t ask you to do that anyway.”

“Unlike some people,” he said, giving you a playful glare, “I actually make sure I have my shit done before I go to a game.”

“Damn, alright.” You walked a few more paces in silence. “I mean… if you’re offering, I’d appreciate the help,” you admitted, refusing to look at him in the golden hour light. You had to keep it together, dammit.

“Well, I am. Hurry up, the sooner we get back the sooner we can be studying. We doing it in your room?

“Uh, sure, I guess,” you said, trying not to think too far into that.

“Cool. You’re roommate know?”

“Oh, I don’t have a roommate. They never showed up,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. Katsuki just glanced at you in his periphery, refusing to look at him, and nodded. You didn’t see his little smile.

By the time you’d finished getting through the chapter with Katsuki it was well into the night. He lived in a dorm several blocks away, and you weren’t about to let him walk that far in the dark, safe campus or not.

“Well, if you’re going to hold me hostage here, you wanna watch something?”

“Sure. Any suggestions?” he thought for a moment, before gesturing you to hand him your laptop. You did, and he pulled up the campus movie website and picked something before collapsing on the empty bed in the room. You clambered up into your bed to get the one blanket big enough for two people and hopped down. Once you were on the bed with him, you quickly arranged the blanket so you two both had some and settled in to watch the movie.

Halfway through, Katsuki felt something slump against him. He looked down to see you, leaning against his shoulder. You were out cold, and right as the movie was getting to the good part. He sighed, pausing the movie and closing the laptop. He set it off to one side and pulled out his phone to check the group chat.

He’d known it’d blow up the second he was left alone with you, so he’d set it to silent earlier, but now he could look through all the messages. It was all on the same topic, and the idiots were still talking. Kaminari was the first person to notice he was online.

“Dude! That’s the person you’ve been talking about? The one from bio?” he sent. Katsuki rolled his eyes, typing back quickly before the others swarmed him with questions.

“Yes, that was them. No, I’m not telling you morons anything. I’m going to bed.” He was about to put his phone down when one last notification banner came down from his private chat with Kirishima.

“So, how’d it go? Did the studying idea work?” Katsuki glanced down at you, sleeping on his shoulder. The game and studying combination must have really exhausted you if you passed out so easily and didn’t notice that you were leaning on him. It was cute.

“Worked great. Thanks for the idea, Red.”

“Knew it! Figured it must’ve gone well when you didn’t come back to the dorm.”

“Whatever, dumbass. Night.”

He tossed his phone next to your laptop and leaned back into the wall. It wasn’t the most comfortable sleeping position, but he knew if he moved you would wake up. So he took a breath and closed his eyes for the night, heart fluttering at the idea of being there first thing in the morning to talk to you again.

[stormcallart]

When that one scary kid has an adorable boba tea order (that he’s ashamed about but its a guilty pleasure)

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A fun little sketch. Open wide!

[pettydollie]

hii i could you write popular!bakugou x quiet!reader or bakugou x reader inspired by in between by gracie adams 🤍

ofc! xx 4 - popular bakugou x quiet reader (characters are aged up and in college btw) wc: 691

either everybody is in love with bakugou or wants to be him. he has so many people asking about his quirk all the time and trying to get close to him, and he doesnt mind the attention. he's not cocky about his popularity, but he has a lot of pride. he's never alone, always walking the halls with people following him.

then theres you. a silent girl in most of his classes. you keep to yourself for the most part with very few close friends. in all of his lectures with you, you're seat is in front of him, and you'd never bothered him. not once. he honestly never really thought about you that much till a specific night.

"you idiots." bakugou grumbles to himself as he gets out of a friends car. he wasted yet another night of studying by partying with people he didnt even really like. except for his friend kiri, he was alright.

it was already 10:30. he wouldnt be able to stay awake, but he can't just go to sleep? nono, exams are very close, he needs to get as much information glued in his brain as possible. kiri had recommended having a study buddy. but who the hell would want to actually study with bakugou?? everyone would be distracted and frankly, he didnt have time for that.

and besides, he doesnt need anyone else. right? wrong.

because now as he walks up the stairs to the dormitories, he decides to find you. you were pretty normal for the most part, he thought. a bit of a nerd too, so he wasn't too worried about you having the wrong shit written down. he found your dorm and knocked softly, letting out a sigh.

meanwhile, you were munching on freshly made chocolate chip cookies while going over notes you had gotten from the lecture yesterday. you leaned back against your chair in a tiny tank top and shorts with your hair up in a claw clip. you had light music going on in the background, bopping your head slightly. though the bopping stopped as your head cocked to the side as soon as you heard the thuds of someone's steps coming towards your room.

you stood up when said person knocked on your door. maybe one of your friends came by, you thought. you grinned, excited you made so many cookies. you tip-toed to the door and swung it open.

with his hands dug into his pockets and a somewhat tired look on his face, the katsuki bakugou stood at your door in all his glory. "oh!" you squealed, your hand covering your mouth. "sorry, i-i just wasn't expecting you." you nervously spoke, feeling slightly embarassed.

"i need help. be my study buddy." bakugou spoke bluntly.

"huh? study buddy?" you muttered. bakugou stayed quiet and stepped into your room confidently, looking around. you stood to the side and shut the door behind you, following him inside where he walked over to your desk, looking at your neatly written notes. "yeah. you aint stupid or anythin' right?" he cocked a brow.

you shook your head softly. "no, i dont think so."

he nodded, eyes wandering down to what you were wearing. your eyes stared into his and realized what you had on. he bit the inside of his cheek. "what're you expectin' someone over?"

you shook your head, feeling awkward. "uh, no." you cleared your throat as bakugou sat in your chair, flipping through the pages you had spent such delicate time working on. "do you want a cookie?" you asked politely, pointing towards the plate on your desk, walking towards him. his head turned to where your finger was pointing.

he shrugged, taking one and biting into it. it was soft and chewy. and warm. his eyes brightened a little, just a little. "t's not bad. would be better with coffee." he stared at the bitten cookie in his hand, careful not to make a mess. you smiled at this. "coffee coming up!" you skipped to the kitchen.

that was the first time you had really spent time with him and you'd gotten to know him better than you thought you would have just by studying. needless to say, you enjoyed his company. you weren't around people too often, yet alone someone as popular and liked as bakugou.

as for him, he would never forget that day. it may sound stupid, but he thought you were something.. special. you didn't talk to him about his quirk, not once. you didn't ask if he had a girlfriend or if he was free next friday night. you were just you.

and you talked more than he anticipated also. guess you just had a lot kept inside till then. it seemed like that night, he had turned into the quiet one. and he didn't mind it at all. he grew closer with you and fell in love with you. yet, in class, you were still quiet. however, when it was just you two, you yapped for hours on end about anything.

he grinned at the thought.

I WANNA TURN THIS INTO A SERIES IM PROUD OF IT TBH.