Pen Pal Part 8

Bakugou x reader, text au

Where Mitsuki’s last attempt at changing her son, Katsuki’s attitude is by signing him up for a pen pal.

Part 8 - overreacting 

Warnings : swearing, mentions of bullying & stalking

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A/N : Oop, did I make Y/N a bit too unreasonable? Idek pahahah

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Pen Pal Part 7

Bakugou x reader, text au

Where Mitsuki’s last attempt at changing her son, Katsuki’s attitude is by signing him up for a pen pal.

Part 7 - Ily

Warnings : swearing, really shitty image quality pahaha

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A/N : Guess what’s back!!! Ignore the ‘Conversation Not Real’ at the top, it is real for the sake of the story pahah. Also wandering*** not wondering oops.

Any clues why she’s panicking?

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Bnha x danganronpa x reader

No quirks au 

A/N : BAhaha I didn’t even get 10 notes but f/ck it I’ll write it anyways. This might be hella long so lemme know if you want to be added to a taglist. There’s gonna be a traitor so stay to find out!!!

I really hope I get at least like 3 readers on this T^T 

Also it’s not going to be strictly Danganronpa like class trials, more just a play or die 

Warnings : Swearing, mentions of shooting & bombing 

Words :  1,295

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@saralight-42​ suggested including the entire class so your wish shall be my command! I really do be bringing in the background characters asdfghjkl

Chapter 1

The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves 

The day had just started like any other. 

It was at least another 10 minutes before class started and most of your classmates were already there by the time you walked through the doors. 

“Y/N!” Mina called, waving you over as you dumped your bag down next to your seat.

“Morning.” you replied with a smile, pulling a chair to sit next to Kaminari as you listened to them talk about their weekend. Kirishima began talking about a new shop that had opened up near the shopping centre. 

The conversations started fading to background noise as you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing had seemed ever so slightly out of place as you entered the classroom, yet the feeling of utter despair still weighed heavy on you as you turned around to try and spot anything peculiar.  

There was of course something wrong with the door. A wire, you supposed, chalking it up to another one of Kaminari’s pranks. 

Your eyes fell on a small bear perched on top of the teacher’s table, it’s features pulled up in in a large grin as it’s eyes remained still and empty. 

“Hey guy, do you know who’s that is-”

Your question was cut short when the door suddenly slammed shut, a click sounding throughout the classroom as it was locked in place. A small shriek left your mouth at the jump scare and you put your hand over your racing heart.

“Um, is this a joke?” Uraraka asked nervously. You could hear your classmates mumble in agreement as your eyes remained on the bear. 

“Where is Aizawa senpai?” Midoriya asked.

“I’m not sure.” Todoroki responded. 

“Uh guys, should we be worried about that creepy bear?” Hagakure asked, bring everyone’s attention to it as well. At the mention of itself, the bear’s eyes light up, a red glow in one as it jumped up and stood on the table. 

“Upupupup…” it started to laugh, bringing it’s hands to it’s mouth as it giggled at the perplexed expressions on everyone’s faces. “Welcome everyone! My name is Monokuma” it cheered. “And we’re going to play a game.”

“No we’re fucking not.” you heard Bakugou curse, his hands clenched in fists as he obviously raged at the stuffed bear. Your friends tried to calm him down and Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back. 

“The rules are simple.” it continues. “Out of the 20 students in this class, 2 carry a bomb with them.” 

“A bomb?” several people gasped, quietly talking among themselves as they questioned if it was telling the truth. 

“Yes! However they do not know that they have the bombs, so this way no one can spoil the game. You have three hours to correctly identify them.” 

“So we just have to find the right people?” Todoroki asked, a blank look on his face.

“Yes!” it nodded. “And then you just shoot them.”

“I’m so sorry what?” you asked loudly, everyone’s eyes on you at your outburst as they agreed. “We need to kill our friends?” 

It nodded excitedly. “Correct! You will have a gun with three bullets and if you can shoot the two people before the time limit is up, everyone else will survive!”

“And if we don’t…?”

“The bombs will activate!” it laughs. “Alrighty, the time starts now!” Monokuma brought out a massive timer, setting it down next to it on the table before also getting out a gun and tossing it towards the middle of the classroom, it hitting a desk before falling to the floor with a loud clatter. 

“This is utter bullshit.” Bakugou stated, stepping forward aggressively. 

“Bakugou, I think it would be best if we stayed calm.” Iida called out. “We are not yet aware of the repercussions of harming this bear.”

“Calm my ass.” he shouted back. “You losers can kill yourselves all you want but don’t drag me down with you.” He stormed towards the door, a hand reaching for the door handle as you quickly rushed out of your seat and tackled him into the wall beside the door, a massive bear snapping at the air at which his hand would’ve been. 

“Holy shit.” you cursed, getting up off him and pulling him to his feet. “Stop being such a pissy kid and listen to Iida.” 

“Are you alright Kacchan, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, rushing to where you two stood as an unreadable expression cast across Bakugou’s face. It was rage perhaps, more so disbelief, helplessness, possibly even pity for their current predicament. 

He stormed off back to his seat, his friends crowding around him worriedly as Midoriya sent you a slightly pitiful look. You smiled as reassuringly as you could, but the worried gaze in his eyes showed everything. 

“Well, that was unfortunate.” the bear called out, shaking it’s head slightly. “We could’ve witnessed some nice hand biting but you missy, just had to get in the way.” 

“Well I’m sorry for caring about my friends.” you snapped, leaning back against the wall as you now faced the rest of your classmates.

“But how did you know Y/N?” Yaoyorozu questioned. 

“The wire.” you said. “I noticed it when I walked in this morning. Though I thought it was Denki messing around though.”

“W-what?” Kaminari responded, putting both his hands up. “I didn’t do anything I promise. I’m as clueless as the rest of you.” 

“That’s something someone guilty would say don’t you think?” Tokoyami asked.

“N-no! I would never-” he began before you cut him off.

“No, I don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull off something like that.” you said. “Also the door closed so harshly could the perpetrator have been someone from the outside?” 

“Perhaps.” Todoroki nodded, “however we shouldn’t rule out anything. If they managed to easily install and hide such a dangerous trap in the door then I think it’s possible they altered the door to slam shut and lock.”

“I didn’t even realise the door could be locked.” Sero said. 

“I don’t think it originally could.” Yaoyorozu said, biting her finger as she thought about their situation. 

“Well what the fuck are we going to do about this?” Bakugou demanded, his arms folded as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Is there any way to tell the two people apart?” Shoji asked. 

“Well Monokuma, is there?” you inquired. 

“Upupup, would you like that to be the first of your three free questions?” it responded.

“Well do we?” you asked, turning back to the rest of the class.

“Well we’ll need to start somewhere so sure?” Tokoyami said.

“W-wait wait wait. You guys aren’t being serious right?” Uraraka cut in, waving her hands in the air frantically as she tried to get everyone’s attention. “I mean, there must be another way to get out of this without killing our friends right?”

“I agree.” Jirou spoke up. “You guys are diving too quickly into this without realising that you’re basically asking for people to be killed.”

“Like I said, this is all so fucking dumb to begin with.” Bakugou grumbled. 

“So there must be a way to get out of this without anyone dying.” Asui said, but when no one else responded, she continued. “Guys…?”

A brief silence engulfed the room as everyone remained awkward and pitiful towards themselves.

It lasted for a good minute or two before Uraraka responded. “Y-yes, of course! We just need to work together and everyone can survive.”

The class remained silent as her eyes darted, pleading that this nightmare of a situation was solvable. But most looked away, shuffling or biting on their nails as no one wanted to address the obvious. 

The stillness was cut through when Monokuma began laughing again. 

“Alrighty, 5 minutes have already passed, chop chop!” 

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Bnha Class 1-a x reader Masterlist

No quirks au 

Warnings : swearing, gun, bombs, death, gore, mentions of killing oneself

Chapter 1 - The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves 

Chapter 2 - The catalyst; one down many to go

Chapter 3- 

Coming soon

If you’re interested I’m more than happy to add you to a taglist!!

enamour/ɪˈnamə,ɛˈnamə/
verb
past participle: enamoured

1. be filled with love for.

Where Bakugou is so in love with the memories of what you use to be that he struggles to seen you as who you are in the present.

Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Genre : angst 

Trigger warnings : GORE, violence 

Words : 749

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A/N : Hope you enjoy! Requests are open! :)

She was, an angel, for a lack of better terms. 

Ecstatic, joyful, a ball of sunshine. 

But they always say that first loves don’t work out. Bakugou learnt this in the fall of his high school years, when the girl he had childishly loved for the past five years disappeared. 

He didn’t know where or why. He didn’t know anything. You had simply just disappeared after a short school break, and none of your friends knew anything. None of the teachers at UA knew either, and soon you were labelled as a missing person.

He had tried so desperately to find you, but by the mark of a few months, his memories of you were confined to his restless nights. No one talked about you around him, he knew the pitiful looks his peers gave him. He held on to the hope that you were out there, alive and safe, whilst he flipped through a diary of yours they had found in your home, given to him after the police had determined there was nothing in there that would’ve been help to the investigation. 

You were beautiful, so special, innocent, loving. 

Not the hatred filled eyes that stared back at him, the lips that curled up wickedly as you slowly held the blade across another hero’s throat. 

“Ground Zero!” someone shouted, trying to bring him back to the current situation. Yet their voice faded into the background as Bakugou refused to even lose the slightest bit of attention he had on you, his gaze burning into you as you looked back at him

There was your smile again! The bright grin you’d flash him every day as you greeted him in the mornings. Or was it the cocky grin you’d give him whenever you scored more than him on the written tests during school or when you beat him at a game. It was pleasant and warm. It wasn’t the monstrosity that stared back at him. 

It wasn’t her. He tried to convince himself, repeating your name over and over again in his head as he opened his mouth to speak. The name he held ever so dear to him felt so foreign as it left him mouth in a small whisper. 

“Y/N…?”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, pursing your lips as you slowly slid the blade across her throat, stepping back as she fell limp to the ground. “Sorry, I don’t go by that name anymore.” you said, before turning sharply on your heel.

“Wait Y/N!” he called out, running towards you before finding himself slowing to a halt in front of the hero’s bleeding body. He felt his knees crumple, falling down as he turned slowly to look down at her. He heard people rushing around and the sirens of an ambulance approaching but his eyes fixated on the trail of blood seeping away from her wound.

“It isn’t your fault Ground Zero.” he heard another voice say, a hand placed gently on his shoulder as the woman was taken away on a stretched.

“I… I  couldn’t save her.” he said quietly, staring blankly at the dark stain on the floor as the person sighed. 

“As unfortunate as this sounds, it isn’t uncommon for causalities to happen in such a field of work as yours.” 

Their words brought him no comfort. Of course he felt guilt for the woman who’s blood he was looking at, but he felt so utterly numb. He couldn’t save you. The girl who had helped him so much on his way to becoming a hero had turned their back on him. The sole reason he had managed to even get through school was now his biggest enemy. 

You was his weakness, and they too must’ve known by now. 

Another life had been taken because he had failed at his job. What was the point of being a top hero if he couldn’t even save another person, let alone the girl he loved. 

But deep down he knew he wasn’t in love with you. He wasn’t. In the back of his mind, the facts kept screaming out at him. He was a top hero for god’s sake yet one glimpse of you had reduced him to nothing. The girl he had once known was non existent, he couldn’t ever get her back. But the hope that maybe you’d come back to his side consumed him.

After all, he was too enamoured with the memories of you to face the truth

Omg a bnha x danganronpa kind of thing where class 1a have to kill the correct 2 people and if they don’t then they’ll all die but one of them’s actually the traitor.

if I get 10 notes on this i’ll write it. 

When a girl comes crashing through the window of Bakugou’s dorm and he has the strongest urge to just keep her with him.

Part 9 of “I feel safe with you”

Bakugou x fem!reader

Words : 1,424

Warnings : mentions of scars 

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A/N : I forgot to save my first draft ahhhh, so now I have to rewrite it :(

Hope you enjoy!

As soon as lessons had finished, everyone rushed to their respective friends, chatting away as a few curious eyes darted toward the new girl. 

Bakugou walked up to her desk, his bag already packed and slung over his shoulder. She looked up at him with a small smile. “What is it?”

“Are you not going to pack away?” he grumbled, giving her a look of confusion and she sat still in her seat.

“I don’t see the need to rush.” she replied quietly, starting to gather her pen and books. 

“Well if you don’t hurry up and train then you won’t be able to beat those losers.” he declared, grabbing the remaining few textbooks off her desk and stuffing them into her book bag. 

“Shall we go?” he asked, raising and eyebrow at her, to which she pursed her lips and nodded. 

“Is Bakubro ditching us again?” Kirishima wondered aloud as he watched the two leave the classroom together. 

“Yeah, it feel kinda quiet without his constant noise.” Kaminari piped up, a small frown on his face. 

“Well I’m sure he’ll join us again soon.” Mina cheered, giving the boys both a smile before looping her arms around their necks. Sero watched from the side with a smile before suggesting that they too should start training soon. 

Together the four walked back to the dorms, spotting the two ahead. It was mainly Bakugou who spoke, Y/N nodding in response, occasionally letting out a small reply. 

“And your hero work?” he inquired, pushing open the dorm doors and walking to the stairs, her trailing behind him. 

“I’m due to start again next week.” she answered. “I guess they’ll call me whenever and pull me out of class. Kind of a bother to be honest.”

“Do you not want to attend school?” he peered back over his shoulder, slowing down his pace so she could walk up the stairs next to him.

“I just don’t really see the point.”

“Why?”

“Well I’m already a pro hero aren’t I?” Her tone was soft yet her replies were sharp and to the point. 

“What about middle school? What did you do then?”

“I was home schooled.“ 

He nodded in reply, unlocking his room and entering. She followed and closed the door behind her, setting her bag down on the floor next to his desk.

“So training?” she asked. 

“Yeah. Better to do something productive than stay cooped up in your room all day.” he said. “Did Midnight bring any sports clothes?” 

“No.” she shook her head, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as she watched him run around trying to sort things out for her. 

“Here, you can borrow some of mine for now.” he said, pulling out a pair of joggers and a old t shirt. He placed them in her hands and watched as her eyes looked them over continuously. “They’re clean I promise.” he grumbled. 

She nodded, content, before walking over to the bathroom, locking the door and getting changed. Although half way through putting the shirt on, her reflection caught her eye. Large ugly lines littered her body, each surrounded by a slightly darker hue that only accented the eyesore. She felt her breath hitch at the sight, tracing each scar with her eyes before she felt her eyesight go blurry with tears. 

A knock on the door took her out of her trance, a squeak escaping her mouth in response. 

“Have you fallen into the toilet or something?” Bakugou shouted from outside.

“Wait, I’m nearly done.” she responded, hastily pulling the top down and gathering up her neatly folded school uniform in her arms, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping back into his bedroom.

“God woman, you took forever.” he muttered before pointing to a rather large plastic box set next to the wall at the end of his bed. “You can keep your stuff in there if it helps.” 

She crouched down and eyed the box for any trace of dust, a small hum showing she was happy before placing down her uniform in the corner. 

“You have a few more stuff to put away right?” he spoke up, sighing for dramatic effect. 

“Yeah.” she nodded. 

“I’ll go downstairs and fill up up our water, come down when you’re done and lock the door.” She once again nodded and he turned to leave the room. “And hurry up.” 

“Alright thanks.” she said, hearing him say ‘no problem’ before the door clicked shut. 

She hurriedly unpacked the things from the small suitcase Midnight had brought earlier, finding some neatly folded underwear, some pairs of socks and some other things. Settling them all neatly into the box, she closed down the lid, zipped up the suitcase and left the room, making sure to lock the door before walking down the hallway to the stairs. 

She pondered about the blonde. She felt no ill intent from him or his words. He was simply harsh and abrasive, a little rough in his social skills but that didn’t mean he was a bad person in any way. She had picked up on his way to try and comfort her, something she was very grateful for. He even went as far to reassure her every time she wondered if something was dirty or not. 

“Y/N right?” a voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to see a black haired girl walking towards her. “I’m Yaoyorozu but you can just call me Momo, it’s nice to meet you.” she smiled. 

She returned the gesture with a small smile and a ‘it’s nice to meet you too’ before asking the other girl if she needed something. 

“No not really.” Yaoyorozu said, pausing before continuing with a “I was just wondering why you don’t use the lift?”

“I wasn’t aware there was a lift.” She answered truthfully. “But it’s alright, I could do with a little more exercise lately.”

Yaoyorozu giggled at her comment. “I’m sure you don’t.” she said. “Where are you going? I could perhaps accompany you.”

“I’m just going downstairs to the common room I think.” 

“Alright, let’s go.” Yaoyorozu said, taking the lead as the two girls descended the stairs. 

“What are you going to do today?” she asked, feeling a need to make sure the girl wasn’t alone in the afternoons, not just as the classes’ vice president but also as a friend. 

“Some training with Katsuki.” she replied. The use of Bakugou’s first name had taken Yaoyorozu back, despite her seeing their constant interactions during the school hours. 

“Are you two close?” she asked. To pry into someone’s personal life wasn’t something she would normally do, however curiosity was getting the better of her.

Y/N hummed in response as they turned around the corner. She was slightly stuck with having a conversation with someone her age. She didn’t know what they would talk about, or what type of responses would satisfy the other person, however Yaoyorozu was the one directing the conversation and she was grateful that the girl had struck up a conversation with her. 

“Not really.” she said curtly, before spotting him leaning against the wall on his phone. “Alright, I’ll see you later Yaoyorozu.” 

“Momo’s fine.”

“Thank you Momo.” she bowed slightly before running off to Bakugou, who looked up from his phone. 

“Took you long enough. What were you talking about with Ponytail?”

“Nothing much, just introductions.” she answered, taking one of the water bottles from him. “Thanks.” 

“Whatever. Come on let’s go.”

His question was half-hearted. To be honest, he didn’t care what the two girls were talking about. God, he didn’t care half the time when people were talking to him, but for some reason the girl next to him did nothing but pipe his interest. 

Whenever he saw her or thought of her, his mind would be clouded by questions. Was she okay? Why was she such a clean freak? Was his food today okay? He knew she had complimented it during lunch but his insecurities grew with along the pride that prevented him from voicing out his thoughts.

A question that rattled his mind for hours on end was what did she think of him? 

She was utterly thankful. She had voiced her thanks the previous night, but not even words could describe the happiness she felt when she was with her first out-of-hero-work friend. She was elated, although it was hard to tell from her short replies and seemingly uninterested persona. She was so grateful 

that he stayed

by her side.

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Ochako and Katsuki

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ᴀ/ɴ: I ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴠɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ 21sᴛ ʙᴅᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ I'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ. sʟɪᴠᴇʀ ʟɪɴɪɴɢ- ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏʙ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ sᴏғᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴍɪɴᴜs ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴛᴛᴛᴛᴛ

ɴᴀᴠ+ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ/ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ/ᴀsᴋ ʙᴏx/ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ

Lɪɢʜᴛʟʏ Iɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ - Wᴀsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ Mɪᴛsᴋɪ

You did not think that you could be stripped of all emotion or feeling that you once had for someone that you once held so dear. Nor did you expect that this was the way you were about to enter the new year.

But as you sit on the couch, sipping on the fruit cocktail that Mina had stuffed in your hand in an attempt to cheer you up, you find yourself scrolling on your phone. This was the method that you had choosen to distract yourself from the utter disappointment that was delivered to you as you were partying your way into the new year.

Just days before the 31st, one of your close friends since high school broke off your friends with benefits situation that you two somehow had fallen into. A part of you was jarred, dazed and hurt by his confession as you had taken quite a liking to him… he was your first after all. All of your intimate life revolved around him, but so much of your everyday life too.

However, another part of you felt it coming and was preparing for the news. He was just not all there when he was with you. Whenever you two kissed, when he touched you… he just seemed so far away and you figured that it was because he liked another or had lost interest.

Therefore, you had some inkling but truthfully in your heart you thought he would never do anything that was disrespectful towards you. He was just that kind of person, so pure and the epitome of hope. That’s what Izuku symbolizes for everyone, even if they did not always say it or want to admit it. He was just a good person… so why did he walk into the New Years celebration party hand in hand with Uraraka- a close friend of yours?

You did not know how to feel. The implications were clear. If they felt so comfortable to go public then he most likely started to get involved with her a while ago, so definitely during the time you were also with him. It almost felt like a joke because it was so far from his character, but maybe that’s what love does to you?

Love, right. They must be in love, as that thought crossed your mind you felt slightly uncomfortable. Your eyes flick to them as he is helping her fix her ‘Happy New Year’ headband. Her cheeks heavily tinted rosey pink which matches his while he looks longly into her eyes and a toxic thought flashes through your mind- ‘Why not me?’

As soon as it flashes across your mind, your chest feels tight and you are suddenly chugging the rest of your drink before standing up and collecting your belongings. You’re sure it isn’t romantic love that you felt for Izuku, but you do deeply care for him, so the sadness was stemming from the betrayal you feel and you do not want to get consumed by it. That is not how you want to enter the new year which is just a short two hours away.

“Hey I’m going to go to the dorm, I just dont think this is the best place for me to be right now.” You whisper to Mina whose face immediately drops as she side eyes the newly exposed couple before scowling.

She begins to protest without trying to make a scene, but you cut her off “Mina seriously I’ll be fine. I really want to start this year off right. You know how much of a whore I am about starting the new year off right.” You say truthfully which makes her laugh and nod, but even so she cups your face between her hands and pouts.

“You better at least get drunk in your room or something for me, I’ll be texting you!” You find yourself smiling at this, she always knows how to bring that out in you. You start to try and sneakily exit, but you seem to be caught by Kami. Once he realizes you are leaving, so does everyone in the immediate area, which slightly irritates you because that means Izuku and Uraraka too.

“I’m just not feeling too well, so I was going to head back to the dorm.” You offer as sincerely as you can with all eyes on you– maybe not all eyes since the party was rather big, but enough eyes.

“Your punk ass can’t just stay here until the new year starts?” Katsuki’s voice cuts through the protests of your other friends. Now maybe to people outside of your friend group this would have been seen as mean, but you and Katsuki were like this. Although you and Izuku were involved, you and Katsuki actually have a very deep friendship because of how alike you two are. Mina often jokes that it is so weird that you two did not end up together.

As he looks at you scowling while silently telling you he wants you to stay, you wonder why you two never did get together? You realize that Izuku seemed to consume you early on, as you did with him, and you never had the chance to explore other options, but it was not like Katsuki wanted to either.

You stick your tongue out at him before teasingly saying, “don’t worry Katsuuu you know I’m taking your rude ass into the new year even if I won’t be here with you. That goes for everyone actually!” You say to try and lighten the mood and get your friends to actually let you leave. This seems to have that effect because everyone starts saying their goodbyes to you while hugging, except a certain pair who can not even look you in the eye. You can not help the eye roll that you let out at the green haired man, he was better than this at the very least.

As soon as you are outside in the fresh air, you feel a million times better even as you hurriedly walk to your dorm house that was shared between you and the rest of your group of friends. Once safely inside, you make sure to update Mina before ridding yourself of any makeup and throwing on a warm oversized sweater and some Nike pro shorts.

You grab yourself a water bottle before deciding on a bath, but as you walk through the hallway to get to your room, the front door begins to unlock. Now you are a bit creeped out, but you remain there to see who would be coming in and are pleasantly surprised to see Katsuki.

“Fucking loser, what are you doing here?” You ask as you crack open the water and begin to drink it, taking in his appearance. He really is an attractive man, having grown into himself a lot and at the thought of that you exhale shakily. This was the first time you actually could have thoughts like this about another man as you are not tied to another. It is…refreshing?

He is walking up to you no sooner, “tch I was making sure you are okay, dumbass.” He seems unlike himself tonight, maybe he had more to drink than normally. He always got interesting when he was drunk, thinking of other drunk encounters with him made you chuckle as you begin to question him, “Katsuki are you already dru-

“I know you were messing around with Deku.”

The laugh gets caught in your throat as you look at him, stunned into silence and he shakes his head and stuffs his hands into his pants. “I- uh- just wanted to make sure you were actually okay.”

“How did you-

“It was so obvious.” He cuts you off and you start to question if this was true. Mina often said it did not look that way because Izuku was always so affectionate and helpful with people, so people often thought that was what was going on between you two. Unless the two of you stated something which hinted at it, most really did not know, so how did he?

Either way you are caught and out of everybody you are glad it is him to find out. You two were always close enough to confide in eachother, “I’m fine just disappointed I guess? I’m still not sure, all I know is that I feel detached from him now in a way.”

He points to the kitchen as he starts to walk that way, indicating that he wants you to follow him which you do. You hop on the counter while he rummages through the fridge, probably trying to find water as well, “so you two were serious then?” He asks, face still in the fridge.

“I wouldn’t say we were serious. Never official, but we have been messing around since our high school days. That makes his rummaging stop slightly before he continues, “so you two were just fucking?”

Your cheeks get hot at this, you weren’t one to shy away from such language or topics but still it was so straight to the point that you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yes pretty much.” He finally turns around with a water bottle in hand and leans against the fridge, expecting you to continue as he opens the water. “I don’t know what you want me to say. It just sort of happened.” You chuckle awkwardly not sure why he is staring at you so smolderingly, “but why…?” His question confuses you. Was he asking you why you liked Izuku? Or why did it stop? More importantly, why did he care?

You look at hims confused before you shrug, “I mean I don’t know we were always close so I guess that’s why we started to lik-

“Not that dumbass. I’m asking why you guys never made it official?”

“Oh! Well that’s because….” You trail off realizing that you do not know why you two never made it official, towards the end of the situationship you did start having the idea of wanting him to maybe ask you out. Clearly he did not do it then because he liked Uraraka, but what about before then? Unless…. “Well I guess he never saw himself with me like that.” You realize out loud. That hurt once it was said out loud, not because of the idea that he did not see you more than a fuck, but because you allowed yourself to be seen as that.

“Well he fucked up.”

“Yea I guess- wait what?” You almost get whiplash at how fast you look at the man who was nonchalantly drinking his water.  

He throws the empty plastic away and shrugs, “you heard me. He fucked up letting you go.” You could not tell where this was coming from. Was it coming from a place of comfort- him being a friend- or something more. It made you force out a chuckle, a nervous chuckle, and he loved it. That’s all his ears need to hear to get his body switching to that predator mode, right where he wants you.

“Why are you surprised? You also fucked up for letting such a fuckin’ loser hit.” Now your eyes were popping out of your skull as you looked at him, was he really insulting you right now? And to think that you almost thought that he was coming on to you.

You scrunch your eyebrows together as you cross your arms over your chest, “shut up Katsuki this isn’t funny!”

“I’m not joking. I figured you were messing with someone so I didn’t step in, but if I would have known that it was him I would have swept you off your feet a long time ago!” He exclaims as he begins to walk closer to you which makes your body shiver.

He is smiling ever so smugly as he rests his palms on the counter you’re sitting on, on either side of your thighs. “Katsuki what are you talking about!” You squeal as your cheeks burn while you look up at the man, if it was anybody that knew how to fluster you it was always Katsuki. You have that effect on him too and you always chalked it up to your personalities bouncing off of each other, but right now it feels different.

“Don’t act dumb, you know what I’m saying.” He rasps, dropping his head a bit lower so that it is closer to yours as he eyes you seriously.

You are so confused, is he really trying to say that he likes you?, “I.. don’t know what to say.” You can tell that this is not the response that he is looking for, his eyes slightly knitting together as he lets out a huff.

“Have you never thought about me like that?” You think about his question deeply, there is a point in time where you thought that you two could be a thing, “I mean yea our sen-

“Senior year, right.” He confirms it easily, a small smile adorning his face as your answer confirms everything he feels, “me too. When we started getting really close I had the same feeling, but it all seemed to stop. I guess that’s when Deku got to you.” You are never surprised by Katsuki’s perceptiveness, but even this is throwing you for a loop.

You begin to shake your head, “there’s no way you liked me then. I stopped because you seemed so uninterested!”

“I didn’t know how to deal with it, plus I convinced myself you didn’t feel the same… then you didn’t.”

Now your thoughts are racing, he can see all the gears in your head working, as you think about how if you or he would have confessed back in senior year then you very well could have been together right now? Could that be possible?

His grip on your chin breaks you from your thoughts and suddenly you’re all there, “there you go thinkin’ too much like you always do. I know you can relax…” he says as his other large hand starts to trail up your thigh. The hotness of it makes your eyes flick to it in an instance, it feels good against your skin.

He follows your eyes and once he notices that you are watching his hand, he makes a show of squeezing the carmel flesh of your thigh which makes your back arch as you squirm. His other hand that was gripping your chin slips to the back of your neck and it’s equally as hot. So hot. So unlike Deku’s.

“Katsuki I- We can’t-

“If you say so.” He rasps lowly, but he doesn’t move. Instead he stays caressing your neck while twirling the fabric of your oversized sweater, searching your face to see if he has made a mistake when telling you all of this. However, you stare back at him with equal amounts of interest and it makes his stomach flip. God is he nervous, but he finds himself leaning into you and you follow.

You thought his hands were hot, but that is nothing compared to his lips, his tongue, his spit. It is smoldering, not only physically but also due to the force he is putting behind the actions to mold you two together. It is something you have never felt before. This kind of passion, the desperation behind the kiss quite literally transfers to you as you find yourself gripping his shirt to pull him closer. Your skin is hot, ears ablaze, as you start to tangle your tongue with his not caring about your teeth hitting his or the way he nips at your lips. It is dizzying and you want to explore it all.

“I-I thought you said we couldn’t” He said in between kisses to your redden lips and you sigh into his mouth, “shut up asshole.” You whisper breathlessly as you pull back enough to rest your foreheads together, he is equally as out of breath, but that didn’t stop his roaming hands. They squeeze at your side, pulling you closer to him as he slots himself between your legs, “did you like that?”

His hot breath fans your neck where he begins leaving hard kisses which have you rubbing the defined muscles of his back through the fabric, your chest pressing into his as you nod. You can feel his smirk against your skin as he bites at it, making you choke out a gasp at his rough attentiveness and then he’s cockily talking again.

“He didn’t do you right at all huh.. No he didn’t.” And with that he’s hoisting you up which makes your eyes fly open as you cling to him, “Katsuki!” But he’s shushing you by gripping your meaty ass cheeks as his feet stomp their way through the house and into his room.

In a flash his lips are back on yours and a surprised whine slips from your mouth as you kiss him back, fingers weaving into his soft hair. And then you’re falling, landing with a soft ‘oomph’ on his bed as he climbs on top of you. He looms over you, on his knees, and suddenly you feel shy- having him stare at you so intently.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, pretty girl.” He rasps and you’re blushing hard, for all the years you’ve known Katsuki you rarely hear him singing his praises. And whenever you do, it stuns you. It was so unlike him and under current circumstances, makes your stomach flutter in a way that you often tried to ignore.

You are snapped back to reality when you feel the bed shifting under his weight as he tugs his shirt off, but before you can embarrass yourself by staring at his rippling array of muscles and dips, he is pushing the oversized sweater up your legs and exposing the flesh that falls below your breast. His hands are all over you again and any excuse you were going to feebly make melts away under the touch of his hot hands that rub your sides.

He scoots up until his jean cladded bulge knocks into your exposed core under his new position on his knees between your legs which bend upwards to allow him in, “can I?” For once his voice is low and unsure as his hand finds the end of the sweater again, indicating he wants to remove it. One look at his face is all you need to decide to throw caution to the wind, such concentrated focus adorns his normally hard features as he analyzes the new parts of your body that he can now see before he realizes you’re looking at him.

“I’ll do it for you.” And with that you are stripping yourself of the fabric and he groans as he watches your breasts spill from the underside of it, delicious circular globs sit hotly on display for him. He can not even begin to count how many times he imagined what your pretty breasts would look like, what those sexy brown nipples would look like, under his touch.

He found himself gulping hard as he cups them shakily, inhaling air as the buds almost automatically harden under his touch. You don’t have time to say anything because he is dipping down to suckle one of the brown nipples into his hot mouth. A moan erupts from your mouth as he lathers the bud in spit while groping the other, his actions are almost rushed as he pushes you so that your back hits the sheets. He continues his attack on your breasts, using his mouth on the soft flesh to suck and nip while his other hand finds your waist to start to guide your hip upwards and against his.

Another moan tumbles out of you when you feel his stiff cock bumping against you mid region, it’s almost intoxicating how much pleasure that action alone causes. The feeling was mutual though, because a low groan leaves his mouth as he starts to put pressure behind his movements now, making sure he is pressing his weight against you so that you can feel all of him.

This is the start of the grinding, it’s hot and needy from both ends as he marks your flesh. Your head is thrown back as you work to keep your hips moving in time with his like dogs, “You’re needy huh, pretty?”

Your teeth sink into your lip as you nod, eyes fixated on his lowering form leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach and to your waistband. He can feel you stiffen when his hand lands on the elastic material of the shorts, “hey, fuckin’ look at me.” Despite his words, his tone is soft and your eyes meet his ruby ones.

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

Your face is on fire again and your hands fly to your face, “aht aht I said look at me.” His tone is commanding now, serious as he squeezes your thighs. He is so blunt with his words, eyes brimming with tamed excitement as he awaits an answer. You’re not used to this kind of blunt, vulgar ness but it excites you as much as it flusters you.

“Yes.” You manage out barely above a whisper and normally this wouldn’t be enough for the man, but he isn’t going to push you to express yourself anymore outwardly than you’re used to. At least not yet….

With another nod of confirmation from you, he begins to pull your underwear and shorts down and no sooner you’re laying bare in front of Katsuki Bakugou. He is spreading you apart soon thereafter and your hands are flying to your face again under the exposure.

“I always knew you were a nasty girl under that pretty little fuckin’ face of yours!” He states, eyes roaming over your glistening folds in pure desire.

“You never were the quiet type so tell me y/n why are you so quiet tonight?” As you open your mouth to answer, his middle finger is weaving through your folds and then you’re choking on your response.

“I like to hear those pretty sounds, those slutty little noises you make.” He teases as he starts to thumb at your puffy clit which is already sensitive from the grinding. The power he was gaining from having you turn to putty under him had the air sizzling around you too, your skin was starting to heat up to a temperature almost matching his and you wanted more.

“Katsu!” You whine as your hips buck up into his hand, “please, fuck…” you let the desperate words fall from your mouth and he drinks it up. He begins to circle your entrance slightly, almost pushing a finger in before circling again and it has you mewling.

“Please what? You’re going to have to give me more than that.” The smirk in his tone is evident, but so is the strain in his pants. He doesn’t know how much longer he will be able to tease you like this, he wants to consume you. He has waited for so long, but he is on a mission and everything needs to be delivered just as he wanted it.

“Just- just please give me more!” You moan eyes looking at him as he licks his lips and nods, his eyes flick to your pussy where he watches your hole swallow his middle finger. The action makes you arch off the bed as the thick appendage invades your wet insides, and he’s moaning right along with you. He can feel how your walls cling to his mere finger alone and he knows pushing inside you is going to make him lose his mind.

He begins to testingly thrust within your tight cavern and watches your reactions to every movement, how your eyes squeeze shut when he retracts his finger or how your body shakes when it’s fully back inside you. You’re drenched in seconds and he pushes his pointer finger right along with his middle inside you which provides a big stretch, you are gasping at this but it’s nothing like the shudder that comes out of you when you feel his breath on your wet pussy.

“Gonna eat this pretty cunny up.” He declares and then he’s suckling your needy clit into his mouth which erupts a loud, “oh fuck!” from your lips. His hot mouth enclosing your bud sends your mind and body into a frenzy. It almost feels like he is working in slow motion, and maybe he is, lapping slowly at your folds while doing the ‘come here’ motion inside your pussy with his two fingers. His fingers teasingly graze your g spot with a feather like touch that provides an air sucking juxtaposition to the hard pressure behind his tongue.

“I-I-It feels so good!” You gasp out and he’s grunting deeply, using his free hand to push one of your legs back until your thigh is touching your stomach which is when you can start feeling your orgasm approaching.

He can feel your walls spasming around his fingers and this is right where he wants you as he starts to finger fuck your gspot. He makes sure each thrust rams into that spongy spot until he can hear your pussy squelching over your gasps and moans. His tongue begins to flick fastly over your bud as you start ascending, eyes unfocused as your head turns to the side- hand reaching out to clutch the bedsheets.

You can barely make out the digital clock that glows with the number 10:41 on it or the fact that your phone has been dinging on the floor like crazy. No, you can barely breathe as your moans go silent awaiting your impending orgasm, “come on, right there, breathe for me and let go.” He rasps lowly and you’re nodding vigorously only able to hone in on him. On his slurping against your sex as he guides you through the fog, on how his hand is sweaty under his bruising grip on your thigh, on the subtle rock of the bed because he has been grinding into the sheets almost in heat.

You inhale just as he tells you so, unceremoniously, gulping and sucking in rushes and rushes of air as your legs begin to shake around the man’s head. You cum when you exhale, hard and long as the man continues to lick and suck you through your orgasm obnoxiously as he no longer is able to pump his fingers within you as you clamp tightly and pulsate around him.

You blink away some tears that seem to obscure your vision as you try to catch your breath, chest raising and falling as he sits up straight licking his lips like an animal who just devoured its prey. You watch as he begins to take his belt off, ridding himself of his pants after, “that was such a nice one, now I’m going to make sure I do it again and again until we cross into the New Year.” He states, “have you cumming into the New Year right!”

You breathlessly laugh at this, still trying to catch your breath as he rids himself of his underwear before returning to his rightful position in between your legs, but this time with his throbbing cock in hand. It makes your breath hitch as soon as you feel the weight of it on your pubic bone as he parts your legs.

“Put it in like a good girl.” He commands you and you’re falling into the tight confines he has you lust bound by, gripping his cock as best as you can as it barely is able to fit in your hand.

You decide to teasingly rub him against your overly sleek folds, letting it catch on to your clit which makes him groan deeply, hips jerking desperately to feel the sensation against his leaking tip again.

“D-does that feel good?” You shakily ask as you feel his cock twitch heavy in your hand at the sound of your voice. You are observing him now, deeply watching how he responds to everything you do because it was completely new to you- being able to explore another like this.

“Oh I know you’re not trying to tease me, nasty girl?”

“Maybe I am.” You muster up the courage to say and he is baring his teeth at you in a devious smirk as he scoops your wrists into his large hand and holds them over your head. His other hand grabs at your legs, pushing it up as he lines himself up with your entrance in a taunting manner.

“Don’t get yourself into more fucking trouble than you can handle!” He states as his pink cockhead finally meets the bare skin of your pussy hole which makes both of you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the stretch that ensues once he starts to dip into you.

You’re so aroused by the scene of him pushing- no trying to literally stuff you- full of his cock that you start seeping, “if you’re the trouble then maybe I like it!”

“Hah!” He lets out an amused laugh that turns into a strained moan as he finally stretches you to your capacity. Fat cock buried so deep inside you it feels like he might not be able to even start moving, but your eyes are screwed shut under the searing stretch and he just wants to see your pupils blown out and hear your moans so what does he do?

He begins retracting his hips and your eyes shoot open, “fuck! Ka-katsuki!” You squeal, trying to jerk against his tight grasp on your hands, but he won’t allow it. He wants to see all of you as he delivers his first ever, earth shattering thrust to that beautiful pussy… and the sight was almost too much for him to handle. An almost far away look takes over your features as your eyes, that were on his redding face, unfocus while your eyebrows scrunch together. Your mouth falls open as you let out a beautiful, airey stuttered moan while your pussy quivers around him.

The powerful hold your pussy has on his cock, but that you also have on him, almost pushes him over. The thrust provides intense pleasure through both of your connected bodies and has you both realing for more, desperately. He ends up releasing your hands in favor of throwing your legs on his shoulders, so that he can hold your waist. He begins to plunge completely into you and your moans fly against the walls of his room, his strained voice flowing with them like complementary colors would with each other.

You’re in pure bliss as he starts to increase the power and speed behind each of his thrusts, jolting the bed and making the headboard smack against the wall. Your moans were unrestricted and loud, spewing all kinds of shit but one catches his attention in particular, “I cant believe you havent been fucking me like this all along!”

The statement makes his hips stutter and your skin seems to grow even hotter under the astonishedly turned on expression that takes over his facial features, “yea pretty girl you like this cock that much? Want me to give it to you all the time?” You’re nodding your head vigorously as his thrusts grow more desperate at the look of you utterly succumbing to his cock.

“Yea look at you so desperate for me, you poor thing you must’ve not been getting fucked right all along.” He grumbles just as he starts ramming his length into your spongy spot and you welcome each thrust with one of your own, having placed one of your hands on the bed to hoist yourself up and aid you in bucking forward to match his movements.

“Tell me that I’m better!”

“Huh?” is all you can muster as he starts the obliteration of your walls, yet you’re no better still grinding in time with him. You’re both so delirious, so desperate as you chase highs that neither of you have ever experienced before.

“You fuckin’ heard me!” And with that he is grabbing the back of your neck with both hands and pulling you forward so that your waist now rests on top of his kneeling form, the action effectively pushing him further in you and making you squeal as you wrap your legs around his back..

You’re babbling about how he is so deep now and other shit that you won’t be able to remember, but that is not what he wants to hear and the pulling of your hair signals that as it wills your mind to focus on his question. His teeth begin to graze the hot flesh of your neck before stopping at your ear, “be honest like that pussy. Tell me I’m better.” And then he’s sucking your earlobe into his mouth and still clutching on your hair.

“You are! You are I swear I’ve never-

“Felt this way before?”

You nod as you cup his face between your hands, “feels soooo perfect!” you whine as he starts to grind into you again, rubbing every part of you as his broken moans fan your face. One of his hands finding refuge on your lower back while the other rubs your clit rapidly, “im gonna– fuck fuck fuck-” You smash your lips into his, teeth clanking and he lets out a gasp in response, but eventually kisses you so violently as he continues to smash into your gspot.

He only pulls away when your walls start spasming, “–nghhh fuck yes! Cum on this cock like I know you want to. I bet you want me to fill that delicious cunt up too huh?”

“Please fill this pussy up. Never let him do it. Never-

And at that, a sound that you didn’t even know you could make rips out of you as you come, clenching around him with vigor. He barely registers the fireworks bursting in the distance, indicating the start of the New Year as he is hell bent on hearing every precious sound that you could make. He is putting your back to the sheets as he continues to plow into you convulsing walls, making you babble and claw at his back with your acrylic nails.

He roughly grabs your chin, “take it! You fucking asked for it, riling me up like this, so- fuck- fuckin’ take it all.” He said through clenched teeth as you seep around his length right down to the bedsheets, you’re forced to look at him as you roll into your third orgasm of the night.

He starts to whine and moan as his thrusting picks up to an almost barbaric pace, “that slutty pussy is already cumming again? Fuckkkk, good girl!” He can’t stop the praises that drip from his lips as he nuts inside you with growl like grunts as the headboard starts knocking into the wall again. You’re too out of it to care though, relishing the fact that you can actually feel him cumming inside of you and noting how hot it feels.

You’re both twitching messes as he pulls out only to sloppily gather your mixed juices and stuff them back inside your oozing hole with his two fingers which has you experiencing aftershocks harder, “you look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

“Fuck Katuski that was…” You breathlessly try to find your words as he kisses your sweaty skin and laughs, “don’t hurt your damn self.”

You decide to laugh at this as you start playing with his hair, “Happy New Year, pretty girl.” Your eyes widen as you realize it quite literally is finally 12:00 and he really did fuck you into the new year.

“Happy New Year you’ve definitely made it memorable already.” You say as you bring him in for a kiss which he seems shocked by and when you pull away he confirms this, “I can’t get enough of you doing that.”

“How about I go get us some drinks and we can continue to celebrate?” He asks as he untangles himself from you while grabbing his underwear to put back on, awaiting your answer.

You bite your lip and nod, “Okay but no promises that i’ll be that nice again.” he says on his way out and as you grab your phone, “that was being nice?” You joke, but he just flips you off before disappearing outside his room.

You begin to reply to numerous Happy New year texts before realizing Mina had messaged you quite a bit, they read:

‘I’m glad you made it home!’

‘Deku left, is he there with you?’

‘Hello, did he go there?’

“Bakugou is gone too’

The last was a garbled happy new year text that clearly indicated that she was drunk, but what did she mean that Deku had left the party? Could she have been mistaken, you wonder?

But she wasn’t because just outside in the kitchen where Katsuki stood grabbing water was a stunned Deku, “How fuckin’ long have you been here, nerd?” He asks as he retrieves two water bottles and awaits the man to muster up the focus to respond as he sips the cool liquid.

“Uh- um not long Kacchan! I forgot something in my room. Ill be leaving soon!” He was such a bad liar and Katsuki was relishing his reactions as he tried to not eye the sweat and mark covered blond.

“Good because I doubt you want to stay long. Y/n’s kinda loud when she’s actually enjoying herself.” The arrogant laugh that erupts out of the man along with an actual smile leaves the freckled face boy stunned and jealous just as he should be.

Midoriya After He Gets Yelled At By Bakugou For Simply Saying “Hi Kacchan!”

Has this been done before? If so, whoops!

I saw @incorrectheroquotes post and it made me laugh a lot, so I drew it ( ^_^)/