summary: their favorite place to mark you with hickeys.
a/n: these are the shortest headcanons i’ve written in a hot minute lol. but ayee, my first mha writing :) can y’all guess who i’m a simp for?
also, everyone is aged up (18+)
todoroki
hipbones / lower tummy
- likes it because you’re extra sensitive there
- plus he just loves your hips
- you’ll squirm and unintentionally try to move away from his touch
- but he won’t let you
- is truly obsessed with the soft mewls you make
- will definitely get carried away
- like if you don’t stop him, your lower abdomen will look like a crime occurred
- likes leaving marks where he knows only you and him will see
- even though sometimes he silently wishes people could see just how well he marks you up
you’re laid out in front of shouto on the bed, fully nude and vulnerable. his hands rise and fall along the dips and curves of your body, taking a liking to the soft skin of your hips. he lowers himself so that he’s laying between your plush thighs, his warm hands still resting on your hips. he places unbearably soft kisses along your lower stomach, just above your sacred area and your breath gets caught in your throat. he keeps peppering small kisses along your stomach until he reaches your hips, stopping there for a moment to glance up at you through eager eyes. you know exactly what’s coming next and brace yourself for the overwhelmingly ticklish yet pleasurable feeling bound to come. he attaches his mouth to the inner area of your hip, sucking gently on the skin there. the first time he did this caught you so off guard, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his mouth tickled against you. but now that you’re a lot more used to the previously unusual feeling, the instant his tongue grazes against your body, a jolt of pleasure rushes directly to your core.
“nnh, shouto.” you hiss, placing your hand within his two-toned hair. this only motivates his antics even more, and once he’s satisfied with one mark, he moves onto the next. you watch him amusedly as he uses his mouth to paint dark purple bruises along your skin. he looks so content, so pleased with the noises you’re making and the marks that he’s leaving that you fail to notice just how many hickeys are currently covering your hips and abdomen. your eyes widen a bit at the sight, not quite wanting to stop your boyfriend, but knowing you probably should in order to salvage any clear areas of your skin.
“shouto, baby. maybe you should stop. i look like i just got beat up.” you giggle and he pulls away at your remark. his eyes go wide, just like yours did, while he looks over the damage he dealt, mouth slightly going agape.
“oh shit, sorry. i didn’t know i made that many.” he blushes and you laugh at him a little harder.
“it’s ok, at least it felt good.” you compliment, only deepening the red tint dusted across todoroki’s cheeks.
“yeah, and they actually look pretty in my opinion. really pretty.” he replies, grazing his hand across the marks littering your skin and now he isn’t the only one blushing.
bakugou
chest / boobs
- personally, i believe bakugou is equally as much of an ass guy as he is a boob guy
- and since you won’t let him leave hickeys on your ass, he settles for the next best option
- your tits
- is fascinated by how soft they feel in his mouth
- and the way you moan above him sort of makes him weak
-though he won’t admit that
- could honestly suck on your titties for hours if you let him
- and you probably would bc he’s really good with his mouth
bakugou’s lips are attached to your breast, just above your nipple as you sit straddling his lap wearing nothing but your underwear. you watch as his mouth works sinfully at bruising a bold hickey onto your skin and his fingers mindlessly tease the nipple of your other boob. he looks up at you momentarily, his calm yet lust blown expression causing your heart to flutter. why is it that he looks the most peaceful when he has my tit in his mouth? you think silently to yourself, accidentally letting out a quiet laugh in the process.
“what’s so funny?” his head snaps up and your skin releases from his lips with a wet smack.
“nothing, nothing. keep going.” you say and bakugou raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t further question your laughter. instead he nips at your skin harshly, sending a shock of pain through your chest. but much to his surprise, you let out a breathy moan as opposed to the whiny protest he was expecting to receive from you which makes him look up at you with a smirk.
“oh, so you like that? of course you’d like that.” he grunts before nipping your skin again, then licking gentle circles across the area to soothe the pain. you let out another moan that satisfies bakugou immensely, and he continues the routine of nipping and biting and sucking your skin, alternating between each breast. once he’s finished placing six deep purple love bites over your chest, he sits back to admire his masterpiece.
“that’s so hot.” he groans, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake over each mark he left on your body.
“it is, and now it’s time for me to leave some on you.” you smile innocently, though your next course of action proves to be just the opposite of that.
kirishima
collarbone
- honestly, kirishima likes kissing and leaving marks on you everywhere
- and i mean everywhere
- but he loves leaving hickeys on your collarbone especially
- partly because he loves that a lot of the time, people could see them if you don’t take the time to cover them up properly
-it’s a way to show the world that you’re his
- and partly because he loves how needy you get when he does it
- kirishima is a fool for needy y/n, yes he is
sometimes when kirishima gets bored, he gets needy and when he’s needy, he wants you to be needy too. so he’ll do whatever he can to get you in the mood with him. though it never really takes much work on his end because honestly, kirishima is quite difficult to resist. you’re watching a show on the couch, paying kirishima no mind as he looks at you like a puppy begging for food from the other end of the couch. normally you were the needy one, begging for attention like that. but the roles have been switched this time. the difference between you and kirishima though, is he won’t actually tell you that he’s needy. he’ll just show you. so you’re waiting patiently for him to do just that.
as if he read your mind, he makes his way over to your end of the couch, sits down, and pulls you into his lap with ease.
“y/n, i’m bored.” he sighs looking at you with those same puppy dog eyes again.
“just let me finish this episode, then we can tend to your needs.” you chuckle and kirishima frowns.
“but i wanna tend to them now.” he huffs, wasting no time to attach his lips to the exposed skin of your collarbone from the loose hanging t-shirt you’re wearing. your breath hitches almost immediately and sometimes you curse yourself for being so sensitive, especially when it comes to kirishima. he begins doing what he does best, marking you up the way he loves to so much. you actually still have faint marks from where he left hickeys on you a few days ago. but you’d be a bold face liar if you said you didn’t like it too. you just enjoy giving him a hard time.
“babe, i’m trying to watch my show.” you sigh. though the way you shut your eyes and lean your head back, seeping into his touch, clearly contradicts that.
“yeah, and i’m trying to watch a different type of show.” kirishima says, pulling away from the hickey he was forming. he looks over your body that’s straddled around his lap quickly before focusing his eyes back on your face. he flashes you a sly smile, which slightly irritates you because you know he’s going to get exactly what he wants and he knows it too.
but you do what he wants regardless, you give him a show. and oh one hell of a show it is.
midoriya
neck / below the ear
- more often than not, midoriya’s head is placed in the crook of your neck
- he just finds comfort there
- whenever he hugs you, or the two of you are cuddling, he’ll put his head there
- and you love it
- it’s quite precious really
- unless he’s in the mood
- then it’s a bit less precious and a lot more spicy™
- not that you’re complaining
you and midoriya are having a lazy day. sometimes you just absolutely need one of those. a day to relax and take a step back from the stresses of the outside world. it’s nice. midoriya is cuddled up against you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as per usual. the soft strands of his deep green hair are flowing through your fingertips as you massage his scalp. his breaths are soft, slow. quite frankly you thought he was asleep until you feel him place a kiss right below your ear. you thought it would simply end there, a nice innocent sign of affection. but no, midoriya has other plans.
his kisses evolve into languid sucking. his hands are resting on your sides, thumbs rubbing light circles there as he works his mouth along your skin. you can’t help but let out a few whimpers every now and then, you’re grip on midoriya’s hair tightening in relation to his sucking growing harsher. he switches between leaving hickeys and simply just kissing your neck, which makes you begin to grow hot with desire.
“hm deku, that feels good.” you hum. he doesn’t respond verbally, but smiles against you before deepening one of the hickeys he had already placed. he continues this for a little while, completely lost in your breathy moans and the way you jut your hips against him occasionally. though he comes to the realization that your neck is very visible to other people, so he probably shouldn’t mark it up too much. he stops his actions, pulling away to look at you.
“all done.” he smiles and you giggle at him.
“thanks deku, i’m sure i’m gonna have fun figuring out how to cover them up tomorrow.” you tease.
“hey, don’t pretend you didn’t like it. sure sounded like you did.” he teases back.
a/n: first post back from my break, i’m feeling so much better, and to be completely honest, i’ve really missed writing. i think a break was definitely what i needed, but it feels right to be back, to be tuning my thoughts into this creative process, it really frees my mind.
summary: at first, it’s just a coincidence that bakugou stumbles upon you at your job, but soon it becomes a selfish urge to get to know you, outside of classes.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
It’s really almost ironic how Bakugou, or as you like to call him-in the privacy of your loneliness, Katsuki, walks in, completely unaware. And while Katsuki isn’t some sort of nickname, rather his first name, you still feel embarrassed calling him anything but Bakugou.
He walks in as you’re topping a caramel latte with some cinnamon-truly you’d recognize that head of blonde hair anywhere.
He’s dressed casually, as he would be, it’d make no sense for him to be in his hero costume, or in the school uniform since he was neither getting off from classes nor out on patrol for a work study. He was just out and about, you’d assumed.
You worked at a café for some spending cash, nothing too draining, and nothing you couldn’t handle on top of all your studies. You’d gotten the school’s permission to work off-campus as long as you proved with your grades, that you could handle it.
When his crimson eyes met with your (e/c) ones, you felt like time had stopped. No one from your class had ever asked what you did outside of classes, let alone had anyone found out that you had a job.
With what seemed like a selfish smirk, he sauntered up to the counter and began to analyze the menu.
“Hi, how are you today?” You ask politely, nerves washing over you as you stare at your classmate. Despite being within the same age range, and in the same class, attending the same school, managing in about the same skill level, you felt so small in his presence.
“Doin’ great, didn’t know you had a job.” Bakugou’s voice is quiet, matching with the calmness inside the small café. He glances down at you, his smirk fading away into a normal expression.
“You never asked if I did.” You retorted, leaning against the counter. It was your turn to glance at him.
He’s wearing jeans, and a baggy tan sweater. It was what you assumed was some sort of casual streetwear? Whatever it was it looked really comfortable. And for what seemed like the millionth time today, you’re distracted by another customer to not even notice anything else around you.
While staring at the embroidered logo on the chest of his sweater, you don’t even hear what he wants. It’s not until he flicks your forehead, your hands shooting up to cover where he’s just inflicted a small stinging pain, that you realize what’s happening.
“Sorry! Can you repeat that?” You ask, looking away, readying up at your register.
“A caramel macchiato, with cinnamon on top.” Bakugou glances down at your tip jar and then back up at you. He pays for his drink, but you don’t fail to notice the few bills he slips in, a small nod in your direction following as he goes to sit down, scrolling through his phone.
You begin to make his drink, preparing it like you were being watched by the owner of the business you worked for, preparing it with the upmost caution and preciseness, making sure you had perfect lines of caramel on the froth on top, and a pleasing amount of cinnamon on top of that.
“Katsuki!” You call, your voice breaking slowly toward the end of his name. It was the first time you’d said his name in front of him. At least his first name. When he reaches the counter, you can tell that his cheeks are visibly redder than usual. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel his fingers brush against yours as he takes his drink.
“Thanks.” Bakugou comments quietly. He steps away from the counter and then pauses, turning back to look at you.
“What time do you get off?” He questions, peeling the wrapper off of his straw, disposing it into the nearby trashcan.
“I’m here till we close today, why?” You ask but you get no answer. Bakugou hums and walks off, the bell dinging above the door as he exits.
You don’t expect to see him later that night at all, but when he walks in, just a few minutes before closing, your heart swells. It’s an odd feeling, despite the crush you already have on him.
“Welcome back.” You say softly. He’s the only customer in the store, thankfully things had slowed down as the night carried on. Surprisingly, people didn’t care much for coffee at nine at night.
“You got any of those fudge slices left?” Bakugou approaches the counter.
“I saved one just for you.” You tease, pulling it out from it’s glass display case.
“It’s on the house.” You nod, handing him the small napkin holding the fudge slice.
“Thanks.” Bakugou walks over to one of the tables and sits down, munching on the fudge.
“You almost ready to go?” Your manager steps out, having finished cleaning all the machines for the night.
“Just about.” You watch Bakugou from behind the counter, his crimson eyes peaking at you every so often.
Eventually though, you have to walk him out, locking the door behind him. It doesn’t take long for you to close up, and when you step outside, you’re met with the chilly night air.
Until you’re nudged by Bakugou as he walks by you.
“You gonna stand there?”
“Why’d you wait out here, it’s freezing!”
“Someone had to walk you home, you’d probably trip over your own feet on the way there and freeze to death.”
“I’ve worked nights before and made it home completely fine. I think you just wanted to walk me home.” You tease him, your face stinging in the wind. It’s a cold walk back to the campus, but you’ve mastered getting there as quickly as possible due to things like the nights getting colder, and rain.
“Shut up, dumbass.”
The following day, you’re off, much to Bakugou’s surprise when you both bump into each other in the common room.
He just nods at you as you pass. Later on, you decide to repay him, sliding the tip he’d left you back under his door. You felt bad for taking his money like that, he was your classmate. You made plenty of tips anyway.
But Bakugou wasn’t having any of it.
He made it a point to return that tip to you, even if he had to sneak in your room to do so.
Although you answered after his third knock.
“Hey, what’s up?” You questioned in your doorway.
“This is for you to keep, idiot.” Bakugou groaned, handing you back the folded bills. You shook your head.
“I don’t need it, besides you could use that to buy another drink or-”
“I’m not leaving until you take this.”
“Stubborn.” You mumbled, reaching for the folded up tip. You feel awful taking his cash, and in this moment it feels almost illegal. Like he’s just paying you for something you do so often you feel like you haven’t even done anything worth receiving this money for.
“Barista.” The job-title almost feels like an attack when he says it. You just shake your head and glance away.
“Hey!” You lean over and flick his forehead.
“No one else knows, shut up.” You’d finally taken your revenge. Bakugou’s eyes widen, as if he’s just been told the biggest secret in the world.
Later in the week, when you’re off, Bakugou catches you leaving early in the morning, apron in hand. Luckily it’s just him awake, and you hadn’t realized he’d even been awake.
He comes and visits you, as much as he can.
On your nights, he walks you home, and you begin to really enjoy his presence. You don’t realize how safe you feel walking alongside him until one night he comes in and tells you he won’t be able to walk you home.
He recommends calling Kirishima, but you ask him politely to keep your side job just between the two of you. Bakugou respects that and gives you his phone number in case something happens.
That walk home, a little past nine, is cold, dark, and eerie. You miss the stubbornness of Bakugou’s wit as he tells you not to walk so close to the road, gripping the sleeve of your coat and yanking you over to the side he was walking on.
You miss the way he’d warm your hands up with his, telling you to be still so he didn’t accidentally hurt you.
You missed him.
Thankfully, him not being there wasn’t a recurring thing, and he showed up on time for a fudge slice a few minutes before close, he fought with you to pay for it, but you always gave it to him on the house.
However you begin to realize these meetings in secret are much deeper than you thought.
It’s when you’re sitting on the couch in the common room and Kaminari asks about Bakugou always going out somewhere, and you always being gone when he leaves.
“Are you guys doing some training together or something?” Kaminari asks, just curious.
“It’s none of your business.” Bakugou retorts, eyeing you as he answers. You keep your mouth shut, not even thinking about telling the truth to your absence. The last thing you needed was more of your classmates showing up to your job-not that Bakugou was a hassle, but because you enjoyed sharing something with just the two of you.
“That makes it seem like you guys are doing something romantic.” Kaminari wiggles his brows.
“I’ve never seen Bakugou outside of class anyway? What makes you think we’re just together all the time?” You pop in, biting your lower lip anxiously.
“When you’re gone, Bakugou leaves. And he’s staying up later. Is it wrong for me to assume you’re not doing anything secretive together? C’mon even Kirishima thinks something is up!”
“Don’t loop me into your mess!” Kirishima butts in.
“We’re not doing anything.” You answer, and Kaminari just sighs. But you and Bakugou both know this is simply not the end.
It takes one night. Bakugou waited outside again, this time, with an umbrella since it was raining.
“Everything good?” Bakugou asks as you scurry under the umbrella, your arms touching as you reach and cling to him for heat.
“Yeah, just cold is all, I have no idea how you stand out here waiting.” You mumble, beginning your walk back.
“Here.” Bakugou grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, his palms heating up to warm your hand up.
That warmth spreads through your body as you walk back to the campus.
You’re so cold, and focused on getting warmer, you completely forget your habit of walking in a few minutes before or after Bakugou, and you go in together.
Kaminari is up waiting with Kirishima, Sero, and Mina. The four of them simply stare at you and you feel as if you’ve just been caught stealing the big shiny diamond from a museum.
“Well, well, well.” Kaminari starts.
“Just get back from a date?” Mina chimes in, teasing the two of you. You quickly leap away form each other, shaking your head.
“I got suckered into a scam at the mall and called Bakugou to help. We didn’t realize how late it was.” You quickly tried to come up with an excuse.
“You went to the mall but didn’t get anything?” Sero adds.
“They’re not entitled to buy anything, dumbass.”
“I don’t know. You’ve got something on your chin, looks like chocolate.”
“And you.” Kaminari stands, walking over to you. He glances down and smirks.
“You only ever wear those shoes whenever you leave. Those are work-grade, anti-slip.” Kaminari smiles.
“You have a job.”
“And you visit them at this said job, and walk them home when they work nights.” Kaminari had solved the mystery.
You glance at Bakugou and sigh.
“Please don’t tell anyone. It’s just to earn some spending cash-”
“It’s okay. Next time just tell us. It’s not like we’re gonna show up and bug you. Unlike someone.” Kaminari jokes.
“But are you guys together or something?” Kirishima asks. You shake your head, your face warming up as you glance over at Bakugou.
He doesn’t respond and begins to walk off.
“Goodnight to you too Bakugou.” Sero teases. You nod and walk off after him, stopping him before he heads inside his dorm.
“Thank you, for walking me home. Again.” You thank the blonde.
“Someone’s gotta’ make sure the barista who tops caramel macchiato’s with extra caramel doesn’t get hurt.” Bakugou smirks.
“Hey uh…” You stammer.
“Thank you, for keeping this whole thing a secret, I really appreciate it, and all that you’ve done for me, and the café.” You look down at the ground, but Bakugou’s fingers stop you, tilting your head back up to stare at him.
His lips are on yours before you know it. It’s warm, like his hands, and you don’t want it to stop. However, oxygen is a vital part to both of yours and Bakugou’s existence.
He’s silent when he pulls away.
“Tastes like fudge.” You laugh quietly.
“Shut up.” Bakugou’s cheeks are red as he closes the door slowly.
Synopsis: You and your boyfriend were just trying to enjoy a peaceful, sleep-filled Saturday morning when suddenly someone bursts through the door, not only ruining your peace but your secret relationship as well.
A/N: OK but for anyone who’s seen jjk,, imagine this concept but with Megumi as Bakugou and Yuuji as Kaminari. Nobara is the rest of the bakusquad. you’re welcome.
Warnings: cursing, I wrote this during the late hours of the morning and it isn’t beta read so it’s a lil rough
It was a peaceful Saturday morning during your third year at UA high school. You were currently with your boyfriend of two years in his dorm room spending the morning in and out of sleep, cuddling after you spent the night there.
The two of you began dating in the second half of your first year, and decided not to tell anyone. Not only was it not the most important thing to be talking about with all that had been going on (things had thankfully calmed down since then), but you both wanted to keep that information private.
Both being members of the Bakusquad, you didn’t want your nosy friends to annoy you or tease you. Since you and Bakugou were always close they just assumed you two were still close friends, it’s not like you did anything in public to indicate you weren’t. Of course, this closeness garnered a lot of questions about whether or not you had romantic feelings for one another, and it was always fun to deny it even though you were in a committed relationship with him.
Last night you snuck into Bakugou’s dorm room to spend the night, a frequent occurrence for you. It was a good way to spend time together away from possible prying eyes.
The cuddles were a bonus too. After all, when Bakugou is tired he gets snuggly and you wouldn’t miss seeing that for the world.
The problem on this particular night was that Bakugou was even more tired than usual, and so were you, causing the door to remain unlocked after he let you in for the night. And while you would usually set an alarm for whoever was in the other’s room to go back to their own, neither of your sleep-deprived brains had the bright idea to plug in your phones.
Now, the Bakusquad only has two modes: asleep and annoying, and this morning that was no different. It was only 8am and Kaminari and Mina had decided they wanted to play a prank on Sero, so they went to wake everyone up. (Except Bakugou, of course. They already knew how that would go).
Upon seeing that you weren’t in your room (your dumb ass also forgot to lock your door behind you last night) they freaked out. You were never awake before noon on a Saturday, so obviously you were kidnapped.
They decided they needed to search for you immediately, waking up Sero and planning to wake up Bakugou. None of them wanted to fuck with him this early in the morning, but this was an emergency.
Meanwhile, you and Bakugou were still peacefully sleeping. You ended up being the big spoon that night, latching onto his back like a koala. One would think that with your boyfriend’s insane ego he would insist on being the big spoon, but he was actually a huge softie and liked being held.
One second you were relaxed with your face buried in Bakugou’s back, him just as relaxed as you are, and the next you both were being awoken with a loud yell.
“BAKUGOU! Y/N GOT KIDNAPPED! THEY AREN’T IN THEIR DORM WE NEED TO LOOK FOR THEM!” Mina’s voice jolted you awake.
You could hear the faint crackling noises of your boyfriend’s quirk and could sense the intense glare on his face. He was pissed. Before he could make matters worse you sat up from behind him and spoke. “What the fuck are you talking about I’m right here.”
The screech that left Kaminari upon seeing you there was deafening. “BAKUBRO, YOU’RE THE LITTLE SPOON?!?!”
Bakugou let out a sound of attack and charged at him, “I’LL BEAT YOUR ASS DUNCE FACE!” Could be heard down the hall after Kaminari ran for his life.
The other members of the Bakusquad just stood there slack-jawed staring at you.
“Are you two dating?” Sero was the first to recover.
“Yeah, why?” They looked even more surprised. You figured at this point there was no use trying to hide it. Your two years of privacy in your relationship were nice but all good things come to an end.
“Sincewhen?” Kirishima asked this time.
“Like. The middle of first year.”
A chorus of “WHAT?!?!"s Sounded throughout the room.
You laid back down in your boyfriend’s bed as they started firing questions at you. You covered your head with the blankets, missing Bakugou’s warmth.
"Will you guys shut up now? it’s too early for this.”
