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meeting katsuki’s parents was… an experience.

you had prepared yourself for a lot—maybe his mom would be strict, maybe his dad would be intimidating, maybe they’d question your intentions. what you didn’t expect was for mitsuki bakugo to take one look at you, blink, then turn to her son with the most incredulous expression you’d ever seen.

“you’re messing with me.”

katsuki clicked his tongue. “what the hell are you talking about?”

she gestured at you. “this is your girlfriend?”

you smiled nervously and gave a little wave. “um, hi?”

she looked back at katsuki. “be serious.”

katsuki groaned, running a hand down his face. “yes, old hag, this is my girlfriend. what, you think i’m lying?”

mitsuki stared at you again, then back at katsuki, then back at you. “sweetheart,” she said, addressing you this time, “blink twice if you need help.”

masaru sighed from the kitchen table. “mitsuki…”

“no, seriously! you’re so cute, so polite—what do you even see in this angry little goblin?” she continued, gesturing wildly at her son.

you giggled. “he’s not that bad.”

katsuki scoffed. “damn right i’m not.”

mitsuki ignored him. “so, what? you just… like him? like, willingly?”

you nodded. “mhm! he’s actually really sweet when you get to know him.”

mitsuki looked so unconvinced. “are we talking about the same kid? blond, loud, temper worse than mine?”

masaru chuckled. “it does seem surprising, dear.”

“i don’t get what’s so shocking about this!” katsuki snapped, crossing his arms. “i’m a catch, damn it!”

mitsuki smirked. “you’re something, alright.”

you just squeezed katsuki’s hand, beaming up at him. “i think he’s perfect.”

he huffed, ears tinged pink. “damn right i am.”

mitsuki clapped you on the back—hard enough to almost knock you over. “you’ve got patience, i’ll give you that. welcome to the family, sweetheart. you’re gonna need all the luck you can get.”

𝜗𝜚 bakugou katsuki | random texts

❕sfw + nsfw, fluff, swear.

— this is my first texted submission and uhm so i hope it was okay. also if i could write katsuki in his character please tell me and i can continue.

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• your boyfie suki <33

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© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

𝜗𝜚 bakugou katsuki | take it all

❕smut mdni, huge dick katsuki.

there was a distinct size difference between you and your husband bakugou katsuki, yeah, it was pretty obvious and he always liked it. the way his shirts were so long they were past your thighs, the way you shrank under him when he laid on top of you and so much more... but there was something else that mattered more to him than anything else. dude, your husband bakugou katsuki has the biggest cock you've ever seen.

even though you can't take his cock all the way in your mouth, you goddamn love taking as much of it as you can. just the tip? okay, fine, you'll do the best you can. and i'm sure you're not the only one who enjoys it.

your husband bakugou will go crazy while he watching you, you use both hands because his dick doesn't fit in your mouth. every time, he'll think he's never cum this fast before. when he realizes that you're mad because his cock can't fit in your mouth, he'll give you that damn grin and throw his head back. he'll be beside himself with only your wet voice and his quiet growls in the room.

even your two hands aren't enough to hold his cock completely, you can only take half of it with your mouth, this really gets on your nerves as you wonder 'why is it so big'. your husband is so big that you're always too small in this situation.

"take it… all…" he'll say as he grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him. he's always grumpy, and once he gets used to you giving him a blowjob, he'll lose his gentleness in this situation, after all, you're his wife, aren't you? you'll happily try to do as he says while you use both hands and your mouth, you'll try to give him the best blowjob you can, but his cock is really big.

well, make sure your eyes don't burn... good luck!

© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

A new card of Class A has been revealed for the art expo

𝜗𝜚 bakugou katsuki | bad operation

❕smut mdni, prohero!katsuki, rough sex.

“k-katsu…s-slow- ah! down!” your boyfriend prohero bakugou katsuki only tightened his grip on your waist as you cried out helplessly. an operation had failed today and, oh no… the explosive dynamight was going to fuck you for hours without getting tired.

“s-suki! please! mphhg-” his big hands gripped the sides of your waist tightly, his spiky hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. the moment he got home, he had only taken off his gloves and large pieces of his costume, and now with his black top clinging to his arm muscles, damn it, he was nothing short of a perfect sight. he was always hard, and always too much for you. even though his big cock had entered your pussy countless times, it gave you a new taste every time.

your moans grew louder as katsuki fucked you hard without speaking. you even thought your voice would break. “fucking idiots…” a few small raspy whispers. oh, he was so, so angry. huh, goddamned prohero katsuki bakugou, he knew how you liked it when he was fucking your pussy hard and seeing stars.

with his red eyes as bright as flames, he will watch with great pleasure how you get destroyed while he fucks you in missionary position. what could be better than destroying your ruined pussy instead of lashing out in anger?

“say it, who is destroying you right now?” and yeah he knew he was in heaven as the tip of his big cock touched your womb and pressed hard against the tiny bulge forming in your belly.

how many times have you cum so far? three, four?

“i’m gonna cum in that fucking pussy of yours until i’m sure you’re seeing stars, you hear me?”

© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

what lurks in the dark pt.1

sub!bakugou x soft dom!succubus!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, titty fuck, reader is obsessed with suki, kinda dubcon, mommy kink, reader is curvy, she talks him through it hehe, 3.9k words

a/n: had to watch porn as a reference, i hath been scarred by “SiR lOok AT aLL tHAt CUM FoR Me.”

Once darkness envelops the world, you rise. It’s your time. Time to feed upon the lewd desires festering in the human world. And there’s one man who’s caught your attention.

In silence, you’ve been watching him. You’ve memorised his daily routine; the way he groans and scrunches his eyes when he wakes up in delirium, to the little ‘ahs’ he releases when pushing till failure in the gym, and the thud of his black duffel bag landing on the floor after a long day at work.

Such a delicious treat, you can’t help but lick your lips and purr every time he gets in the shower. The steam leaves far too much to your imagination as water pelts down his hard body.

Your fellow succubi call you odd for your fascination. I mean, your purpose is to get what you need and get out. There’s no time to linger, always moving on to the next victim. But, you feel so drawn to this one man. His lopsided grin is so charming, and his crimson eyes are the shade of your wings. And those veiny hands and forearms— You feel as though he’s meant for you. Meant to be ruined by you, that is.

It all started when you caught a glimpse of him on your travels all those months ago. Sweat-soaked to the bone, clad in his hero costume with blood smeared down the side of his face. What a sight, you had thought. You lurked in the shadows, edging closer and closer to him. Your eyes were trailing the taut pull of his muscles as he delivered blow after blow to the poor villain. You giggled, excited by the violence.

After the villain was taken away, the blond stalked off, shouting about how this sudden incident had interrupted his plans. Intrigued, you followed him home. Much to your surprise, there were no such plans after work. No, all he did was go home, clean himself up and grumble, eat leftover takeout, and go to bed.

Since then, you’ve been visiting him and over time, your abstinence has only heightened your obsession. Now, you are nearing the point of madness. So desperate for his seed, yet too nervous to take it.

You’re a succubus! A demon so seductive men can’t take their eyes off you. They obey your every command, pliant to your desires. Why would this time be any different? Did you want it to be?

You resolve that tonight will be the night you’ll finally have your fill. With a sweet chuckle, you hide in his wardrobe just in time for when the bedroom door clanks open. In walks a muttering Katsuki (as you’ve learnt, that’s his name), his brows are furrowed and his eyes narrow as he strips off his black tank.

You hum quietly in delight, the blond oblivious to your presence. He throws his top on the floor before unbuckling his belt (your favourite sound) and shimmying out of his jeans. He groans as he kicks his clothes into a crumpled pile in the corner.

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes glued to his rolling contours of muscle and exposed skin. His slight tan, those scars and veins all for your enjoyment. Your heart rate picks up and tingles disperse throughout your body as your mind conjures the most unholy images of your shared night to come.

He hastily turns off the bedroom light and flops into bed, grumbling something about hero rankings. You wait until he’s settled beneath the blankets, drifting in a dreamless consciousness, to make your move.

You creep out of the wardrobe and tiptoe to his huge window. Moonlight pours into the room, illuminating a half-asleep Katsuki. The blue glow settles on his face, making him look ethereal, even with that small crease in his brow.

Bobbing down, you rustle the curtains. He stirs instantly, causing a smirk to rise to your lips. You knew he was a light sleeper due to his line of work. Always ready for a threat, he sits up, scrunching then rubbing his ruby eyes. They look iridescent in the low lighting. You brush your hand through the curtains again, drawing his shrewd gaze.

He blinks wearily, trying to discern whether something was there or if he was really losing it. You’re lost to the dark crevices between his bed and side table. He stares at the window for a moment before grunting and crashing back down, throwing the blankets over him.

You crawl to the edge of his bed, grinning from ear to ear. Your eyes feast upon his figure, making out all of his limbs. You lean down and pinch his toes with precision. He shouts and sits up, his pretty eyes wide as he stares at you in shock. A winged creature, beautiful, dangerous, and in the skimpiest little clothes.

You giggle, enjoying his gaze. He shakes his head and stares at you, questioning if this is all a dream. You grab his ankles and tug at them, dragging him partway down the bed.

He shrieks, “WHAT THE FUCK?!” The blond claws at his sheets as you release him. He quickly moves into a low crouch with his hands outstretched. The pale light catches the beads of sweat dotting his palms. You smirk.

He shouts, “WHAT’S GOING ON?! HOW’D YOU GET IN HERE?!” You place your pointer finger on your lips, shushing him. He glares at you as you sway your hips, slowly walking to his side of the bed.

“DON’T COME NEAR ME, FREAK!” He shuffles back, afraid of what you might do if you come too close. You giggle as you place your knee on the mattress, sitting down so the slit of your skirt shows off your thigh’s tender flesh.

You pout, “Freak?” Cocking your brow, you say smugly, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You lean forward, both hands pressing into the blankets as you approach him.

“I’LL PUT YOU ON YOUR ASS!” He yells at you, small sparks flaring from his palms. With lightning speed, you launch at him. Your soft body slams into his hard one, pushing him down onto the bed. He shouts in fright at the force; you pin his wrists by the sides of his head. You hum playfully, revelling in the sight of his eyes blown wide and jaw slack.

You coo, “What’s wrong, Katsuki?” His chest heaves, a contrast to your steady breathing. He groans as his gaze accidentally drops to your full chest. Fuck. Why did you have to look so delectable?

You lick your lips, ready to devour him whole. You lean down, pressing your chest against his while your lips ghost his ear. You nibble on his ear lobe, earning a choked-up sound from him.

He grumbles, “The fuck you think you’re doin’?” He knows he could probably throw you off. I mean, he is a foot taller than you and a literal wall of muscle. But he’s paralysed. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t move. Not a single inch without your command.

You whisper teasingly, “Aren’t you gonna put me on my ass?” He tenses up as you let go of his wrists, your hands stroking down his forearms. You squeeze them, groaning in his ear, “These drive me insane.” Your grip then shifts to his biceps. “And these,” you exhale hungrily.

He gulps as your hands slide to his bare pecs, your fingers circling his hard nipples. You suck on the sensitive spot beneath his ear, eliciting a groan as you pinch his nipples. You pull back with a sloppy sound and admire the fresh red mark you’ve left on his skin.

Your eyes find his as your hands slide up and wrap around his neck. You feel his Adam’s apple bob beneath your stroking thumbs. Giggling, you apply the lightest pressure and observe as Katsuki’s breath stammers.

He mutters, “Whaddya doin’ now, woman?”

You click your tongue at him, tutting low, “Don’t use that tone with me, baby.” He rolls his eyes at you. Fuckin brat. You grab his chin harshly with one hand, your long, cherry-red nails pressing into his cheeks. You tilt his head back, his lips parting just how you want them to.

Keeping a firm grip on his throat, you lean forward and brush your lips against his. You state against them, “You should know better than to sass me, Katsuki. I am a demon after all.”

Hearing your words, he lets out the quietest little whimper; music to your ears. You smirk against his full lips, “That’s it, honey. Now open up for me.” He’s obedient, letting you tip his head back and part his lips just as you requested.

Katsuki swears his heart misses a beat as you spit in his mouth. He stares at you, eyes dark as the clouds shadow the moon, unmoving. Your saliva spreads like wildfire across his tongue, so sweet. And as you push his mouth closed, he has no choice but to swallow it.

You praise him, “Look at you, being such a good boy for me, huh?” He opens his mouth to speak, but no words escape. Because there are no words.

He’s never been treated like this before. Never had a woman take control like this. His mind is racing just like his heartbeat, an anomaly in the quiet calm of the night. You chuckle before pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. Your lips are even sweeter, unlike anyone he’s ever tasted before. Your kiss provides him with much-needed clarity, while your wandering hands have blood rushing to his neck and ears… and other places, too.

He yearns to touch you, yet a phantom still pins his hands next to his head. He tries to move them, but he can’t. Frustrated, he gently nibbles your lip, causing you to pull back in surprise. Your lips are slightly swollen, and your gaze is soft, twinkling in the renewed moonlight. You look so sumptuous in these small strips of fabric that dare to be called clothes.

You coo, “What is it, Katsuki?” You thumb the crease in his brow as you lean back down, your lips caressing his. “What’s got you all worked up?” You say far too innocently.

He huffs, “You do.” And now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

You exhale, “Well, obviously.” Your gaze flickers to his lips for a moment before you continue, “It’s something else, though, isn’t it?” You kiss him once more, hoping that’ll soothe his nerves. But it seems to have the opposite effect. He grumbles into your mouth, “Fuckin’ pervert. Comin’ into my room, pinnin’ me down like this—”

You chomp on his bottom lip, making him yelp. He curses, “Like a fuckin’ piranha you are!” You chuckle, sitting back on his hips. Your mouth makes the cutest ‘O’ shape as you feel his bulge poking into your ass. You rock slightly on it, and Katsuki groans in response.

Your hands splay on his strong chest as you slowly grind your core against his hard-on through his trunks. You moan as his clothed tip brushes against your bare clit. You remark, “Already leaking for me, huh?”

He grunts, “Shut up.” You can see his flush and the red tips of his ears. It looks good on him. Really good.

You smirk, “You like that, baby?” You press down harder on him, earning you a delicious moan.

He chokes out, “G-get fucked!” Bakugou Katsuki, stuttering? In the past six months you’ve been watching him, he’s never stuttered. Not once. Not as he stubbed his toe. Not as he stitched his own wounds together because he’s stubborn shit who refuses to go to the hospital. Not even as his ultimate rival (and now “friend”), Deku, announced that he would be getting married before Katsuki could find a fucking girlfriend.

You giggle as you lean forward, seductively dragging your lower lip up his chest till you kiss his jaw. All the while still grinding on him. You purr in his ear, “Believe me, I’m trying to,” as you press your soaking entrance against the growing wet patch on his underwear. A groan is torn from his chest. It’s so yummy, you savor it.

As you lift your chest from his, you catch his wild eyes. They’re frantic, and his pupils are nice and big. You chuckle, the sound ringing in his ears.

He utters, “C-can I touch you?” You stop moving, half on his body, your clit against his heavy balls. You tilt your head to the side, watching the sea of emotions churning in his eyes.

You coo, “What was that?” You angle your ear toward him as he clears his throat. He hesitates, disdain filling him up at the thought of repeating himself. Of making such a desperate request.

He mumbles, “Can I touch you? Please.” He adds that last part as an afterthought. You hum as you lower your chest back to his, your noses brushing.

You stare at him dead on as you say cockily, “Do you think you deserve it?” He’s gagged by your words. Every muscle in his jaw has ceased to work as he tries to comprehend your words.

Eventually, he stutters, “D-do I? Of course I do I-I…” You slightly suck in your cheeks and pout your lips, thoroughly unimpressed by his answer.

You say bluntly, “That’s not good enough.” You cross the empty space between your lips, whispering against his, “Beg for it.” As you pull away, you can’t help the smirk curling on your lips from his doe eyes looking up at you; those soft kissable lips parted and so damn tempting.

You chuckle as you thumb his bottom lip, “Come on, honey. You do wanna touch me, don’t you?” He licks his lips, the tip of his pink tongue brushing your finger. You lean back down, grazing your noses softly as he takes a shaky breath in and inhales your sugary, velvety musk.

He closes his eyes as he exhales, “Please, let me—”

“Like you mean it, Katsuki,” you cut him off.

He grumbles, “I do mean it, fuckin’ hell!” Neither of you speaks for a few seconds. The only sounds permeating the silence are the distant honks of cars and the shaking of train tracks. He whines, “Please just-just let me feel you.”

You shrug, “Keep going.” He tries to avert his gaze from yours but he doesn’t have many options (your tits are the most appealing one).

He sighs heatedly, “It’s driving me fuckin’ insane not bein’ able to touch you. So please fuck, just let me.”

You like how pathetic looks on him. Giggling, you cup his cheeks and give him a chaste kiss.

“Maybe next time, Suki,” you chirp. “Can I call you that? Suki?” You tease him.

He grumbles, “Whatever,” as he watches you with lidded eyes pepper his jaw and neck with kisses. You work your way down to his pecs.

He moans shamefully as you take one of his nipples into your mouth and suck on the little peak. Your mouth is so hot, a welcome contrast to the cool night air. He wishes he could thread his hands through your hair, maybe tug on it— especially tug on it as you nibble on his nipple, causing him to cry out. You can’t help but feel cocky, his sounds spurring you on.

You latch onto his other nipple now, sucking it much harsher, which makes him curse beneath his breath. Your fingers play with the hard peak you can’t pleasure with your mouth, pinching and twisting, much to Katsuki’s (denied) delight.

Once you’re satisfied, you lick a strip up from the waistband of his trunks to his sternum. The blond can’t take his eyes off yours. You look so pretty like this, staring up at him all smiley. He notices just how long your tongue is, how it narrows with its length. He feels this overwhelming urge to kiss you. To have your tongue lapping at his own. To suck on it.

Your hands grip his ribcage and squeeze gently, more so to feel his bones than anything else. His heart rate picks up once more as you kiss each rung before easing down his abs to his underwear. Your fingers slide past the waistband and wrap around it before you yank them down with both hands. His cock spills out, hard and thick, with precum spewing down his length.

You chuckle, “Look at you, baby. So needy.” Katsuki frowns at your words, but the expression quickly fades as you wrap your hands around his cock and start firmly jerking him off. You spit on his tip, priding yourself in how your saliva drips down your fingers and mixes with fresh precum. You listen to his breaths grow more shallow and watch as his cock grows even harder in your grip.

You lower yourself down, face close to his length as you stroke it. After a few more jerks, you finally suck on his tip. His taste explodes all over your tongue like popping candy. That flavour. You moan, unable to hide how fucking good he tastes. You’ve been starving yourself for far too long, anxiously awaiting the moment you would have him in your mouth. And now that he is, you’re ravenous.

Slick oozes from your hole as you take more of his length into your mouth. Your eyes gaze up at him as you bob your head, your hands still working his shaft.

Katsuki starts to think he might be in love. Maybe the pleasure is getting to his head (it is), but you’re a sight for sore eyes. He’s drunk on the hollow of your cheeks, on your captivating eyes staring up at him, and on how magical your mouth feels. He swears he’s ascended to heaven from how pleasurable your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. He grunts as you deepthroat him, praying to the Lord for one chance. For one fucking chance to buck his hips and fuck your face.

He’s losing it, his eyes fluttering closed as you gag on him. He whimpers from that, the sound triggering even more arousal to slide down your inner thighs. You pull off his cock, just stroking it as you catch your breath.

You giggle, “Do you fuck mommy’s titties, Suki? I see you staring at them.”

He groans, “Ngh-no, no I don’t, mommy.”

You raise your brow at him, a teasing “Oh?” falling from your lips. “Is that right?” You tease. He nods frantically as if the last thing he wants you to do is titty fuck him. But you know better.

Sitting back on your haunches, you smooth your hair back and pull your little bralette to the side. Your breasts fall out and bounce together, making Katsuki spill even more pre-cum.

He grunts, “Fuck please, please don’t!”

“Why not?” You say sweetly, climbing off the bed to kneel on the floor. You grab his ankles once more and pull him toward you, making him cry out. You grab his cock and stroke it a couple more times before squishing your tits together around it. The softness of your breasts unleashes an unholy growl from his lips.

He grunts, “For fuck’s sake, I told you not to!”

With a creased brow, you retort, “Speak to me like that again and I’ll edge you until you’re crying, is that clear?”

The blond goes to grumble about how you can’t tell him what to do when suddenly, you glide your tits up his length. He hisses, silenced as you slide your chest down and then back up. The movement has Katsuki’s head tipping back, his lips parted as soft groans fall past them. Your soft skin, now wet from his cock, feels unreal. He can’t hold in his little cries for much longer.

You pant, “Look at me.” His body responds before he can, cock twitching and head snapping back to look down at you.

So perfect. You look so fucking perfect like this. On your knees with his cock between your tits.

You squeeze your breasts tighter around his length and start bouncing faster, making him whine uncontrollably. Never in his life did Katsuki think a woman would turn him into a mewling mess, but here you are, doing exactly that. And as frustrating as this whole situation is, he wouldn’t have it any other way. At least, not for tonight.

He can feel himself nearing his end, his cock twitching more and more violently as the seconds pass. You’re aware of just how close he’s getting. A grin is plastered across your face as he whimpers loudly, “Fuck mommy! Fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

You purr as you press your breasts even harder into his length, “Then cum f’me, baby. All over my tits.” That’s all it takes. His cum spurts all over your chest, the hot ropes searing into your skin as he groans loud.

Katsuki’s lying on clouds, watching the birds whirl past him with a drink in hand. Bliss. Pure blinding bliss as he rides out his orgasm. But his pleasure soon turns to stinging pain as you show no intention of stopping.

He whimpers, “Please-fuck, please, mommy, I’m done.”

“Be a good boy for mommy and take it, yea?” You coo, your tits still squeezing his length up and down, milking every last drop from him. He can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from how overstimulated his cock is right now. He tries to tough it out and suck them back in like a man. But his body betrays him again as a few tears slip down his cheeks.

The soft lighting catches on those small streams, and you stop moving once you see them. Pulling back, you admire his work. You don’t try to wipe his cum off as you fix your bralette. You let it rest there, wearing his seed like a badge of honour.

Slowly, you stand up. You’re eye-to-eye, watching each other intently as the tension between you crackles and flares. What’s next? You wonder. You raise one of your hands to your mouth and make a show of licking his cum off your fingers. You see stars behind your eyelids as you taste it. A guttural moan tears up your throat. This is what you’ve been living for. What you’ve been craving for centuries. No one has ever tasted as good as he does.

Fuck.

Your slick has dripped down to your knees and your clit pulses with need. But you can’t fulfil those desires. Not tonight. Because for a split second there, you wanted to climb into his lap and brush his tears away and then shed some of your own. You wanted to cling to him as you tell him you’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.

But that’s not what succubi do.

In the blink of an eye, you’re gone. Katsuki stretches his hands out to where you were standing, confused and sombre. He calls for you, but he doesn’t even know your name. His voice is strangled as he yells into the darkness, ordering you to come back. Pleading for you to come back.

For the rest of the night, Katsuki questions whether that was real or not. But when he wakes up the next morning with the darkest, ugliest hickey he’s ever had, he knows that he’s been visited by a demon.

soft domestic katsuki sighhh

Thinking about Bakugo—all grumpy and exhausted from a grueling day at work. New scars stretch across his rough skin, marks you’ll be sure to kiss better come morning. But right now, you’re peacefully asleep, and he knows it—knows it before he even reaches the front door of your shared home.

He wants so badly to slam that door, to let the pent-up rage from the day crash out of him in a storm of noise and haphazard explosions. He wants to stomp through the house, muddy boots and all. But he doesn’t. Why?

Because his precious baby is sleeping.

So instead, he exhales through clenched teeth and fumbles with the keys, biting back the frustrated grunt that aches in his throat. The door opens with a soft click. He knocks his heavy boots off by the mat, not bothering to untie them, too worn down to care—but careful all the same, because you're upstairs, dreaming peacefully.

He creeps up the stairs, every muscle in his body burning with fatigue. He's got a raging migraine, grime still clinging to his skin, fingers twitching from adrenaline mingled with leftover fury, and a desperate need to touch you. But none of that matters. Not when he sees the little signs you left behind—proof you tried to stay up for him.

A blanket tossed over the couch. A half-melted pint of your favorite ice cream abandoned on the counter. A tipped glass of wine, the red staining the coffee table in a messy splash. It should annoy him—hell, with anyone else, it would—but with you? You're so messy and soft and sweet that he could drown in it. And oh, he would. Happily.

Everything that spills from your mouth is like honey to him. He’s desperate to lap it up, memorize it, let it coat every raw part of him. He makes a silent promise to himself to clean everything up in the morning. Maybe even stop by that café you like on his morning run. The thought soothes something in him.

But for now, his soul aches for you.

His body is breaking down, his head pounding, but his heart won’t let him rest until he’s by your side—until he’s close enough to feel your warmth in the quiet dark. So he continues up the stairs as silently as a man of his stature can manage.

And there you are.

Your pretty, doll-like head rests on the pillow, soft locks spread around you like a halo. Your lips part slightly with every gentle breath, forming a perfect “O,” and your lashes flutter in sleep like you’re dreaming something sweet. He stares, caught in the stillness, overwhelmed by how much he loves you.

He wants to crawl into your arms, bury his face in your neck, and feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest. But he needs to shed the day first—to wash the grime and blood and exhaustion from his bones.

So he moves to the bathroom, runs the water scalding hot, and lets it sting as it washes him clean. He stands there, eyes closed, letting the heat dig into his muscles while images of you flicker behind his eyelids.

When he finally steps out, he dries off, slips on a pair of boxers, and pads back to your room. The bed welcomes him like a sigh, and he lowers himself slowly beside you, careful not to wake you—at least not fully.

But like always, you stir.

Just enough. Your lashes flutter again, and your body shifts instinctively, head turning until your ear rests over his heart. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. You never do.

But both of you lie there, breathing together, listening to the rhythm of each other's heartbeats in the dark.

Because everything is okay, as long as you end the day in the same bed together.

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katsuki bakugou // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

if tides could speak (they'd call you home)

sleeping aid

cover shot (through the heart)

command me

pumpkin spice and everything nice

she's my wife

on my way (to you)

savvy

you wear them well

countdown

mamamatcher

you're the one that i haunt

backup

signal

you are the reason my heart is still beating

and you take me the way i am

organic chemistry

flower crown

safe haven

reinvention

a thousand petals for one unrequited love

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who woke up in the hospital after a tough battle, only to realize he had lost his hearing. Fueled by overwhelming anger, he went on a rampage, demolishing his hospital room. The doctors had to step in, applying calming drugs to try and bring down his intense emotions.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who, upon being discharged, adamantly declined any assistance offered to him by you at home.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who fell silent and staunchly refused to communicate with you or others in any way.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who struggled immensely to come to terms with the significant change in his life, frequently shedding tears during the silent depths of the night while you slept.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who quickly learned sign language with remarkable speed

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who found warmth in his heart upon discovering you had learned sign language to communicate with him. He deeply appreciated this gesture.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who realized that despite losing his ability to hear you and the world around him, he continued to fall more and more in love with you and all the little things.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who regrets the most that he won't hear your child calling him "daddy" ever again.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who melted on the spot when your child ran to him one day, climbed onto his lap, and signed, "I love you, dad." Before he could control himself, a few tears rolled down his cheek — the first tears in his life he wasn't ashamed of.

imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. he’s gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring that’s good enough for you.

after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.

shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes

explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds

shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.

explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do

shitty hair: 🤷‍♂️ just my opinion man

you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didn’t say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.

but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you can’t know about. he hasn’t changed how he treats you. if anything, he’s been even softer and sweeter with you lately.

you decide to confront him about it.

you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.

you’re on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.

when he turns around, you’re looking at him angrier than ever. there’s fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.

you spit out, “where have you been?” katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.

this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, “where have you been?” you sigh, “i’ve been waiting for you since eight.”

he grunts thickly, “why’d you stay up, babe?” you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.

you say exasperatedly, “because i was worried about you. you’ve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.” you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, “so where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?”

katsuki shakes his head, whispering, “baby, s’not like that.”

you catch his words and scoff, “so then, what is it like? i clearly don’t know so why don’t you tell me?”

his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you he’s been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl… and that he’s finally found one. it wasn’t easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.

he bites his tongue, mumbling, “look, i’ve just been busy, yea?”

you chuckle derisively, “you’ve been busy? right, okay.” you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.

he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.

you shout, “just fuck off, katsuki!”

wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, “no more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.” his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.

you grumble, “it’s not about the late nights, katsuki. it’s about you keeping things from me.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.

he mutters into your hair, “i’ll tell you soon, okay?” you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.

you murmur, “so you’re not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?” your boyfriend’s mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.

he grumbles, “cheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!” he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, “for fuck’s sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? d’you really think i’m a cheater?!” you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.

he shouts, “I’VE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THEN—”

you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, “okay, okay, honey, it’s okay. i know you’re not a cheater.” after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).

he grunts, “d’you really think i’d do that?” a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.

you say softly, “of course not. but if you’re not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just don’t understand, suki.” he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.

he murmurs into your hot flesh, “just give me a few days n’ i’ll tell you, alright?” you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.

you shake your head, saying, “you can tell me now.”

he huffs, “babe—”

“no,” you cut him off. “tell me now. i deserve to know why you’ve been coming home so late.” he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.

he mumbles, “stubborn brat.”

it’s like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.

he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, “that’s the reason.” he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but you’re in shock.

your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little you’re registering right now. you can’t think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.

katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, “well, are you gonna open it or not?”

you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.

you stutter, “a-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-too—”

“yes,” he says solemnly. “you’re everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?” you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.

you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.

he mutters, “i don’t tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckin’ love you, baby girl. more than you’ll ever know.”

a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.

🪱💥

forehead katsuki 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Bonus: Catsuki

ALL OUT OF LUCK

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. you had the biggest, fattest crush on bakugou katsuki in high school, which granted you weird looks and judgment from those who found out, because why, when you could fawn over prince-like todoroki or manly kirishima instead? fast forward to 10 years later, though, and now the joke’s on them, because #2 pro-hero dynamight just got dubbed the hottest bachelor of the year. but that doesn’t matter, because you’re over him now. you’ve been over him, ever since that butchered attempt at confessing where he dismissed you as a gen ed extra before you could even get the words out. so why, all of a sudden—and an entire decade later—do you have to work with him on a top-secret mission?

status. completed (42.4k)

tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), a lot of cussing (bkg-typical), several mentions of bullying & discrimination (quirk supremacy), reader has a quirk :0, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, canon-typical violence, mentions of food, mentions of physical and mental health issues, nsfw themes (is there gonna be eventual smut? fuck around and find out)

links. ao3

꩜ .ᐟ chapter one

꩜ .ᐟ chapter two

꩜ .ᐟ chapter three

꩜ .ᐟ chapter four

꩜ .ᐟ chapter five

꩜ .ᐟ chapter six

꩜ .ᐟ chapter seven

꩜ .ᐟ chapter eight

꩜ .ᐟ chapter nine

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ON MY KNEES FOR AN IZUKU SMAU WITH HIM AND MC CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER SOOO BAD BUT THEY'RE TWO IDIOTS WHO GO: "oh they wanna hang out one on one? Damn we're such good friends"

just us? | i. midoriya

just two best friends hanging out one-on-one every weekend, doing couple things, and totally not dating (yet)

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

can you tell im a sucker for the just friends/unofficial bf trope...

Thee kiddos

RANDOM MESSAGES PT.2 FT. MHA BOYS

PAIRINGS…. k. bakugo, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero

again... these are all based on shit I found on pinterest so if they didn't make you giggle i'm sorry LMAOO. also know that i will still not be locked in with posts... i'm purely just a leaf in the wind + bloom be proud i did this for u mwah

k. bakugo

e. kirishima

h. sero

d. kaminari

©juviabrainrot - please do not copy/repost any of my work on any platform <3

𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

pairing: husband!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, light angst (if you squint), hurt/comfort, emotional argument, established relationship

notes: the start of the katsuki fics for his bday aka toke letting the drafts free 💋

516 | your first argument as a married couple is entirely different and yet somehow still completely the same

Katsuki doesn't let either of you go to bed upset. After an argument, you storm back into your shared bedroom at 11 PM, fully expecting him to be asleep, but he’s not. He’s there, sitting against the headboard, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows over the hard lines of his body. His chin rests against his hand, fingers pressed into his check like they’re the only thing keeping him wake. His crimson eyes find yours, tired and unreadable, lingering on you in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Finally ready to talk?” he asks, voice low and rough, as though he hasn’t spoken in hours. As if your name’s been sitting on the edge of his throat all night, waiting for the moment you’d come back.

You swallow hard, shoulders tense. You want to be angry still, want to cling to the pride that made you storm away in the first place. But the way he looks at you, baggy-eyed, distant, but not cruel. It breaks down whatever resentment you had left and for a fleeting moment you think it is unfair.

“I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” you say softly, eyes darting away like you’re ashamed, like part of you wanted him to chase after you when you stormed out of this room hours before.

He exhales through his nose, shifting just slightly. “Of course I am. What kinda man do you think I am?”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. Not because they’re harsh, but because they’re honest. Blunt. Him.

You move slowly, like your body’s still unsure, and he watches you the whole time. Never pushing, never rushing, just waiting. And when you finally cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, you feel the tension in his frame start to ease.

“I hate fighting with you,” you whisper, more to yourself than him. Arms reflexively wrapped round your frame.

“I hate fighting with you,” he says immediately, voice thick with something that makes your throat tighten. You feel. the bed shift and his heat radiated behind you. “But I’ll do it if it means we get better. If it means we don’t let this shit sit between us like poison.”

His hands brush your elbow first. A reminder. He rubs at your skin and something inside you aches. Your smaller hands find his without thinking, fingers brushing together. He grips you gently, just enough to let you know he’s still here, still yours, no matter what.

You don’t apologize with words. Not yet. You both will…. eventually. But for now, in the quiet of your shared bedroom, under the soft glow of the lamp and the quiet buzz of forgiveness hanging in the air, you let him pull you close.

He presses his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. Crimson eyes hidden.

“No goin’ to bed mad, remember?” he murmurs. “That was the deal.”

And you nod. Because when it comes to love, his love, it’s not about being right.

It’s about coming back.

Always.

IM GOING CRAZY AAAAAAA

being on katsuki’s back while he’s doing push-ups

when you received a text from katsuki telling you to come over, you sat up in your bed without hesitation. you texted a quick reply and walked to his dorm, then knocked. he quickly opened it with a small grin, then placed his large, rough hand on the back of your head, and kissed your forehead. you closed the door with your foot and placed your lips against his, then pulled away with warm cheeks.

he walked to the center of his room, only wearing a black tank top and sweatpants, then crossed his arms. you asked, “why did you text me katsuki? you made me think there was an emergency, but there’s not.”

he huffed and averted his gaze, “i need to work out. lay down on my back and tell me about your day or whatever. wrap your arms around my torso if you need to.”

you tilted your head at the sudden command but didn’t think much of it. he probably just needed some extra pressure during training. the truth was, he just wanted more time with you.

so once he lay on the ground and propped his hands up, you lay down with him and kissed his neck, emitting a hum from the blonde. he began to go up and down, lifting you with him when he did push-ups. you began to giggle, loving how he felt a little odd on your body.

“did you do anything fun today, katsuki?” you asked, laying your cheek against his muscular back, arms comfortably against your sides.

he did many push-ups without difficulty, not even breaking a sweat until you began to talk to him. he replied with another question, “didn’t i tell you to tell me about your day?”

you grinned and nodded, “yeah, but i wanna see how long you can last while doing three things. push-ups, carrying me, and replying to my questions. if you can’t do that then it’s fine, it may just be too hard for you.” you teased him at the end, and he felt your lip twitch.

katsuki frowned and mumbled, “damn brat,” before going off about how he beat shoto when they were training together. you knew he saw him as a threat to his climb to be the number-one hero, so you applauded him.

you praised, “good job, katsuki. i’m really proud of you, you know?”

his focus faltered and he staggered with his movements. the tips of his ears turned pink and he mumbled something under his breath, almost too inaudible. you always knew how to catch him off guard, and he loved that about you. the blonde tried to keep the smile from forming on his face but failed, and let out a nervous chuckle.

he tried to flaunt his talent and rolled his eyes, “icy-hot’s real good but i beat him. took a while though, you know?”

you nodded, “is that why i heard screaming and crashing for around an hour?”

he nodded and tried to muffle his groans and pants, wanting to not make any noise besides words. you smiled and decided to tease him more, “you’re doing great, katsuki, just a little more.”

“s-shut up,” he groaned, making you blush at the sounds.

after you giggled once more, he gently slid you off his back. he claimed that was the one and only time he would let you lay on his back during training due to your reaction. of course, that was a total lie. you became part of his daily routine.

sorry if this wasn’t as fluffy or anything i js had this idea idk! i’m trying so hard to make this not too suggestive