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+ grown up reader and bakugou and living tg

The absolute best part about dating Katsuki Bakugou—aside from the fierce loyalty and the fact that he was a phenomenal cook—was his wardrobe.

Because he was a top-tier pro hero, his agency kept him heavily stocked with custom merchandise. His favorite pieces were the thick, heavy black hoodies with his orange-and-green explosion logo stitched discretely on the chest. They were oversized, incredibly soft on the inside, and permanently smelled exactly like him: a intoxicating mix of caramelized sugar, smoky ozone, and his sharp, clean cologne.

Katsuki had been gone since 5:00 AM for a massive patrol shift across the city, and by mid-afternoon, your separation anxiety had fully set in.

Seeking immediate comfort, you had marched into your shared bedroom, raided his side of the closet, and pulled out his absolute favorite, heaviest winter hoodie. When you slipped it on, the hem hit you mid-thigh, the sleeves completely swallowed your hands, and the collar rose up past your chin. It felt like being wrapped in a giant, heavy hug from Katsuki himself.

Fully content, you dragged a blanket to the living room couch, curled your legs up under you, and put on a movie, letting the familiar scent completely soothe your brain.

You were so relaxed that you didn't even hear the front door unlock.

The heavy thud of Katsuki’s combat boots hitting the entryway floor startled you. He was home early.

"I'm home, brat," his voice boomed through the apartment, rough and raspy from barking orders at sidekicks all day. "Patrol got cut short because of the rain. Where the hell are you?"

You peeked over the back of the couch just as Katsuki rounded the corner into the living room. He was unbuttoning the top of his hero undershirt, his jaw tight with residual work stress—but the second his eyes landed on you, he stopped dead in his tracks.

His gaze traveled from your face, down to the massive orange-and-green logo stretching across your chest, down to the sleeves pooling around your wrists.

Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth twitched.

"Is that my damn jacket?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked over to the couch. He tried to lock his face into his usual harsh scowl, but the sudden flare of heat in his cheeks completely gave him away.

"Maybe," you mumbled into the high collar, pulling your hands up inside the sleeves so only your eyes were peeking out. "You were gone too long. I missed you."

"You look like you're drowning in it," Katsuki scoffed, though his voice instantly lost its sharp, post-work edge. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of the excess fabric at your shoulder and giving it a playful, gentle tug. "That’s the heavy-duty one. I’ve been looking for that for a week."

"It's mine now," you declared, completely unbothered.

In your typical clingy fashion, you didn't give him a chance to argue. You tossed the throw blanket aside, uncurled your legs, and slid right off the couch—launching yourself straight into his chest.

Katsuki’s reflexes were flawless. Even though he pretended to complain, his arms opened instantly, catching your weight and pulling you flush against his chest. You locked your legs around his waist, burying your face right into his neck. The heavy hoodie bunched up between you, making you feel like a tiny, soft ball of fabric in his massive grip.

Katsuki let out a low rumble of a laugh against your ear, his large hands settling firmly over the thick fabric covering your lower back and thighs.

"You're ridiculous," he muttered, carrying you effortlessly over to his favorite armchair and sitting down with you pinned securely to his lap. "You have your own damn hoodies."

"Yours are better," you murmured, nuzzling your face against his jawline. "They smell like you. It makes me feel safe when you're working."

The raw, casual honesty of your statement hit Katsuki right in the chest. His grip on you tightened immediately, his possessive streak flaring up in the best way possible. He looked down at you, his crimson eyes incredibly dark, full of an intense, heavy affection that he only ever showed behind closed doors.

He reached up, his rough fingers catching the edge of the oversized hood and pulling it back to look at your face.

"Yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, gravelly register.

"Yeah," you whispered, smiling up at him.

Katsuki leaned down, his lips catching yours in a deep, fierce, incredibly warm kiss. His hands slid up under the hem of the hoodie, his bare, naturally hot palms pressing flat against the skin of your waist, making you gasp softly into the kiss. He tasted like home, and the lingering stress from his long day evaporated completely into the quiet space of the room.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your skin. A smug, dominant little smirk played on his lips.

"Fine. You can keep the jacket," Katsuki growled softly, his fingers gently squeezing your waist, anchoring you so tightly against his hip that you couldn't move even if you wanted to. "But if you're wearing my clothes, you're staying right here for the rest of the night. You don't get to take it off, and you don't get to leave my lap. Deal?"

You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, burying your face back into his skin with a happy sigh. "Deal."

Impatient Toji

Toji didn't do things halfway. When he wanted your attention, he took it, looming over you until the air in the small kitchen felt thick and scarce. He backed you against the counter, his large hands planting themselves on the marble on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you in the heat of his shadow.

"You've been avoiding looking at me all night," he rumbled, his voice dropping to that dangerous, gravelly low that made your pulse erratic.

He leaned in closer, the scent of him—sandalwood and something sharp, masculine—overwhelming your senses. The scarred corner of his mouth tilted into a slow, knowing smirk when he saw the way your breath hitched. He shifted, one heavy thigh sliding between yours, forcing you to tilt your head back to keep eye contact.

"Toji—"

"Hush," he commanded softly, his hand moving from the counter to the column of your throat. His thumb traced your pulse point, feeling the frantic rhythm you couldn't hide from him. "I told you I was impatient today."

His gaze dropped to your lips, dark and predatory. He didn't rush; he took his time, savoring the way you shivered under the weight of his stare. When he finally leaned down, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and deliberate.

"Bedroom," he muttered, his teeth grazing your earlobe just enough to make your knees weak. "Now. Before I lose what little patience I have left."

ex boyfriend megumi fushiguro pt 2

pt 1 🔝

he hugs you back. just a moment after, you feel something pressing your lips. its his lips. the kiss was soft, meaningful, and passionate. you were shocked. but then you let him in. you missed him. he was and is still everything to you and you would do anything to go back to the way it was. and he would too

“im sorry-“ he stops almost embarrassed. like he couldn’t help but resist. you pull him back into the kiss a little harder this time “don’t stop… please” you murmur into his lips.

he was a little shocked but he understood. this kiss was deeper this time. more hungry. like he was trying to make up for all the months he lost you in.

this kiss keeps going on. more hungry more needy. megumi picks you up and walks towards your bedroom. of course he knew where your bedroom was. he remembered everything about this place. where to go. the memories. he places you slowly onto the bed as one of his hands are behind your head to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

the kiss keeps going. it hasn’t stopped since. you two didn’t say anything but you both know what you two are.

he’s on top of you. the kiss is non stop. the next second your both undressed. you held onto him like if you let go you would fall. he still knew what you liked. what pleased you the most, and of course asked if you were okay.

moments after you two were done. he cleaned you as always, you were cuddling on the bed. “i missed you... so much” he says gently as he kisses your forehead. you smile. you were waiting to hear that since he left. “i love you” you say softly. you meant it, you did love him and you always did. “i love you too” he replies.

ex boyfriend megumi fushiguro

megumi was your ex boyfriend. you still loved him and he still loved you. but you didn’t know that. you think he hates you, you think he left you because you weren’t good enough. but megumi couldn’t go past a day without seeing your face in his thoughts

today was different. it was supposed to be your one year anniversary if everything just stayed the way it was. you stare at your phone then back to the ceiling trying to fight the urge to text him.

fuck. you grab your phone, scroll through your contacts. “megumi🤍” your thumb hovers over the phone for a little. thinking. “is this right?” “is this okay?” “will he be mad?” you decide to send a text anyways.

hey

you send as you slam the phone down on your bed. he texts you back. he was quick. did this mean he might miss you back?

hey

megumi🤍

hey

i miss you

megumi🤍

don’t do this.

I’m sorry today was

supposed to be our anniversary

megumi🤍

i know

fuck fine I’m coming over

what? he was coming? you stare at the screen for a full minute. eyes wide. shocked. and of course you let him. you couldn’t help it. you missed him and you wanted to see him again. at least as a friend. you hated the thought of him just being a friend, you wanted so much more than that. you wanted him to touch you like how he used to, you wanted him to talk to you like how he did, saying the sweet words to make up your horrible days. he was so cold and dry to everyone else, but when it was you. its different.

after a few minutes of thoughts. you get ready. you wait for him to come.

there was a knock at the door. he’s here. you slowly open the door and see his sweet face and the dark blue eyes you always adored. you wanted to burst out crying at the moment but you know you couldn’t. instead you forced a tired smile with a little tear in your eyes. there was a slight small one on his eyes too. and you saw it. “hey.” he says softly.

you two are now sitting down on the kitchen table. many memories now flow through both of you two’s heads. the times you two would make out and cuddle on the couch. the one time he bent you over the kitchen counter.

you two had a small conversation. you two laughed, smiled, just like before. you couldn’t take it. he couldn’t just sit there and pretend everything’s okay because it really wasn’t. you had many questions running through your head and all of them unanswered.

tears fall on your eyes. mid conversation because of the thoughts you were thinking. megumi notices immediately. “y/n. wha- whats wrong.” he says softly and worried as he slowly stands up and so do you. you wipe your tears and head to the kitchen counter as he follows you. you keep ignoring his whats wrongs because you couldn’t bare to look at him.

he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, cupping your cheeks. “whats wrong.” he says more stern now. you pull his arms down as you speak “why” your voice slowly breaks. “why did you leave me!” you say as your voice gets slightly louder. there was silence until tears fall on megumi’s face as well. “because you’re too good for me.” he says softly, remaining calm. “what?” you say in disbelief. “i felt like i was hurting you, after that one argument, i felt like the worst person ever, i’m sorry i don’t know how to react seeing you cry because of me”

“megumi.” you say softly as you notice the tears falling down his face continuously. you pull him into a hug, he’s stunned but then after a second. he hugs you back.

pt 1 ⤵️

satoru snaps at you

it was dark outside. its been a long day for satoru. he was exhausted, overstimulated, and didn’t want to deal with anyone or anything and maybe including you.

you were waiting for your husband at home unaware of his mood. you were laying on your stomach on the couch scrolling through your phone. bored. excited for satoru to come home.

the door slowly opens. satoru was home. you heard him. you came running to the front door excited. with a big smile on your face giving him a hug. he doesn’t hug you back. he stands there with a blanks expression. slowly pushing you away and walking towards the kitchen.

“what the fuck?” you say pissed. you were expecting him to hug you tightly calling you the sweet nicknames he always calls you. you were expecting to spend a well night with him.

satoru doesn’t respond. he rolls his eyes. you walk towards him standing in front of him. “whats wrong with you?” you ask over and over and he ignores you. until he snaps “just fucking leave me alone i don’t wanna talk to you!”. oh fuck. it slips he didn’t mean it. he loved you. he didn’t want you to leave him alone.

one thing about you is that when someone yells at you. its over. you can’t help it but tears fall down your face. you were standing in front of him teary eyes. you wanted to leave. you were embarrassed that he was seeing you like this.

“oh fuck baby i didn’t mean-“ he says softly and more tender now. but you couldn’t take it. you wanted to burst out crying into his arms but obviously you can’t right now. you run into the bedroom tears falling down your eyes. satoru is full of regret. why the fuck did i say that? repeats countless of times in his head

he decides to give you space for a bit. because he knows what you need. he knows you.

after 30 minutes he slowly comes in the bedroom. “hey..” he says softly. “hey" you respond eyes a little red, hugging the soft pillow next to you as you were laying down on your bed. “i’m so sorry honey, i was having the worst day ever” he says slowly walking towards you and sitting down next to you on the bed as you sit up. “just because you had a bad day it doesn’t mean you could ruin mine.” you say softly. your still upset but you still loved him enough to forgive him over something this small. “i know i know. i’m sorry ill make it up to you.” he says softly as he gets closer to you.

wedding day with satoru gojo

it was 5pm. dark but still a little light. you didn’t want anything big so there was only close friends and family. everybody patiently waits sitting on their black wooden seats in the dark forest both you and satoru decided to get married in.

there she comes. you walk down the small pathway slowly. arms wrapped around your dads. you were wearing a pretty backless wedding dress that comes tight on the top and more flowy and longer on the bottom. everyone stands up smiles on their faces as satoru cant help a tear fall on his face. cinnamon girl by lana del ray is softly played which made more tears come out of satoru.

it was like a movie to them. a moment. something very very special. like it was just them and the guests weren’t there. you stand in front of him smiling as he smiles back as well with tears still falling from his eyes. you were so beautiful. oh my gosh how did he get so lucky. the moments you two have shared slightly plays on yours and his head as you two were also listening to the pastor speak.

you two shared your vows making each other want to cry even more. the audience was in absolute awe. everything was perfect. he wanted to look at you all day. he never wanted another moment without you. he wants all of you.

“you may now kiss the bride”. you both slowly lean in sharing a soft passionate kiss. he wanted to stay like that forever. like letting go was gonna cause a death sentence for him. you were everything to him.

moments play in his head about what the future was gonna be like. you having his kids, the nights you two would share, the comfort he’d give you when you have a bad day. he never wanted to leave the world now that you’re here. you hold onto him and he holds onto you. it stays this way and this marriage never comes to an end.