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chapter 1: jealous!katsuki bakugo x oblivious!reader
synopsis: jealous!katsuki bakugo has started to realize that he has romantic feelings for one of his classmates, oblivious!reader, and just as he's coming to terms with his feelings, his friends find out about his infatuation as wellâŠ
content: mdi â third year timeline, canon universe, playful teasing, friendly banter, complicated feelings, introduction to main character
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katsuki bakugo wasnât one to dwell on his feelingsâ let alone romantic ones, though he rarely had those. at eighteen years old, he could count how many crushes heâs had his whole life using just one hand.Â
 one.Â
 how pathetic is that?Â
 itâs clear heâs had other prioritiesâ he still does. being the number one hero is still his main goal, thatâs all heâs wanted since he was just five. but now? now it seems like besides wanting to be the number one hero, he also wants to pursue a certain classmate, romantically.Â
 that classmate being none other than reader.
 he had known her since he started at u.a, having been sat near her since the first day of class. he didnât pay much attention to her at firstâ well he didnât pay much attention to anyone when he started high school, far too egotistical to focus on anyone but himself. but, over the years, especially with the war over, he started to notice everyone more often.
 he started to notice her more often.
 how intelligent she was, even more than he was if they were using test scores. how effectively she used her quirk, and how strong her quirk was at thatâ he didnât praise others often for their quirks but he found reader particularly interesting (and that wasnât just because he found her interesting, or at least thatâs what heâs been telling himself)...Â
 katuki could go on about how he found reader intriguing, and how he slowly developed feelings for her over the two and a half years theyâve been at u.aâ but, it already took him far too long to admit how he felt to himself the first time around. heâs come a long way with understanding his feelings and coming to term with the various emotions heâs been bottling up for so long, but it still wasnât the easiest process for him.
 he was always more of an actions speak louder than words guy anyways.
 right now, his actions consist of staringâ constantly.
 katsuki sat in his seat, listening to present mic drone on about something with that painfully irritating voice of his. but, instead of looking up at the board and giving the lesson his undivided attention, he had his attention directed at the girl sitting two seats away. stupid kaminariâs fat head was in the way but if he leaned forward just a bit, he could get a decent view of her.
 he wasnât creepy though! not by any means! his staring was never perverse or too intense, he just appreciated the look of her focused face as she jotted down notes, paying full attention even though this was just a filler lecture.
so thatâs how bakugo stared at reader in classâ but class wasn't the only place where he stared at her.
 it was much easier to stare during lunch as she was somewhat a part of his friend group, quote on quote.
 the group consisted of mina ashido, denki kaminari, hanta sero, kyoka jirou, eijiro kirishima and katsuki bakugo. they were his closest friends, beside izuku. reader was close friends with jirou so she often sat with the group at lunch, giving katsuki another chance to easily admire her, even talk to her a bit.
 he didn't strike up conversation often but when he did, it was mostly coming from concern, or care, that he covered up with a gruff voice and an uninterested tone.Â
 âyou've been eatinâ rice and pork for the past three daysâ are ya too lazy to cook anythinâ else?â he would ask her with a quiet scoff, observing her bento with narrowed eyes. reader looked up from her food at his comment, quickly shaking her head and reassuring him that she enjoyed the simple meal.
 katsuki wasnât bothering her about her lunch cause he thought plain rice and pork was badâ it wasnât a bad meal, just plain. he was just worried at the fact that she wouldnât enjoy her lunch when it had been repeated so many days in a row. plus, if cooking was a problem, he could easily make her whatever meal he wanted. he was 3aâs best chef and wouldnât hesitate to make reader her daily bentos if she wantedâŠ
 but heâd never offer to just make her food. it would seem far too forward, and he didnât want to make too many sudden moves and scare her off. staring and light conversation would do, for now at least.
 besides class, and during lunch, he also spent much time observing her when 3a had full-class mandatory training periods. her quirk and strength was what caught his eye in the first place, so why wouldnât he enjoy watching her spar with classmates? it always amused him seeing her beat sero in hand-to-hand.
 katsuki stands off to the side, panting quietly as he leans back against the cool metal of the vending machine, catching his breath and taking a deep sip of water after an extensive sparring session with eijiroâ who was standing beside him doing the same. as katsuki's breath steadied, the heaves of his chest starting to slow down, his eyes drifted to the side, finding reader. his head tilts slightly as he watches her spar, laughing quietly while she moves.
 eijiro, now finished with his bottle of water, quickly noticed katsuki's stare directed not at the ground but at someone else instead. when he follows his gaze and realizes that heâs staring at reader, a gentle grin quickly appears on his face.Â
 bakugo is snapped out of his little trance when eijiro roughly elbows him in the ribs, making him jerk forward slightly. his head whips around to glare at the red-haired boy, but before he could open his mouth to yell at him, eijiro spoke up first.
 âyou shouldnât stare at her so much, you look creepy.â he comments bluntly, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.Â
 katsuki's mouth snaps closed, the tips of his ears starting to turn pink from the embarrassment of being caught practically ogling a friend of theirs. â... âm not staring at her..â he grumbles a few seconds later, turning his head to look off to the side.
 âand âm all might.â his friend snaps back with a scoff not even a second later, making it clear that he didnât believe the other boy for a second. âyouâve been staring at her a lot lately dude, anythinâ ya wanna tell me?â eijiro nudges katsuki in the ribs again, earning yet another irritated grumble from the blonde.
 âi donât have anythinâ to tell you, moronâ so just drop it, ok?â bakugo grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, tucking his half-empty water bottle underneath his arm.
 ânope, quit deflecting. i know ya better than that man.â kirishima laughs quietly, swinging a heavy arm over his shoulders and yanking him a bit closer, trying to persuade him to open up. ânow, do you have anythinâ to tell me?â
 two years ago, he wouldâve started yelling, shoved his friend off of him and told him to mind his own businessâ but that wasnât him anymore. the war, and his injuries, had really made his attitude far more subdued than it used to be. so instead of shouting and overreacting, he just let out a deep sigh, reaching up to scrub a calloused hand over his face, which was now lightly flushed.
 âi think âm jusâ kind of interested in herâ reader, i mean..â katsuki confesses with a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat while eijiroâs whole expression lights up with excitement.
 âinterested is an understatement!â he chuckles, yanking him even closer to his side so he can punch at his ribs, again. at this rate, katsuki was going to have bruises littering his chest.Â
 âoi! quit that, will you!â katsuki finally squirms away from eijiroâs grip, gently shoving him off and straightening up. his eyes briefly find reader across the field before they focus back onto his friendâ he just couldnât help it, could he?
 âitâs not like âm in love with her.â he states bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest again. âi jusâ think sheâs cool, that's all.â his gaze drifts across the training grounds, heading back to her like they were magnetized. Â
 âshe is cool. you two would make a good match.â eijiro comments with a gentle smile, his expression softening as he realizes that his friend was still a bit sensitive about his feelings.
 âwhoâs cool?â a third voice questioned.
 when the two boys turned, they saw another friend of theirs, mina ashido, approaching them with a curious expression, clearly wondering who and what they were talking about.
 âno one!â katsuki quickly spoke up, not wanting anyone other than kirishima to find out about his so-called interest in reader.
 âbakugo has a crush on reader.â eijiro announced casually, watching as katukiâs brows furrowed with irritation and minaâs expression lit up with pure joy. âi said it wasnât a crushââ the blonde quickly tries to argue.
 âah! this is so awesome!â mina chirps with excitement, leaping forward to grab katsuki's shoulders. âsheâs the sweetest person ever! i mean, sheâs way too nice for you, but i think you two would look cute together!â she smiles up at him.
 âwha- what do you mean sheâs too nice for me?!â bakugo exclaims, âiâm like the nicest person ever!â he shouts, shaking his head.Â
 âpfftâ whoâs the nicest person ever? cause it sure as hell isnât you, bakubro.â kaminri chimes in as he also approaches the group, coming to a stop beside kirishima, both of them grinning down at bakugo as he tries to wrestle mina off of him.
 âweâre talking about how bakugo likes readerââ mina comments before bakugo screams, continuing to attempt to squirm away from her.
 âquit telling everyone my business!"
 by that evening, their whole friend group, plus izuku, knew about katsuki bakugo's interest, quote on quote, in reader. he wasnât exactly happy about everyone knowing, but what could he do now other than grumble? the cat was out of the bag..
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five fratboys + one nerd. will you join them as they try (and fail) to romance the reader with each otherâs help ? inc: fratjo(sato), nerdjo(toru) , toji , sukuna , geto , nanami
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toru gojo wants you bad. when the fratboys of sigma-chi â toji , sukuna , nanami , geto & his twin brother sato â come together to give him various âalpha maleâ tactics used to manipulate women into falling in love , will he succeed in winning your heart , or will it blow up in his face ? wc: 4.5k
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sato gojo has it all â the looks, the money, the popularity. but when the one girl he wants on campus rejects him because of his playboy reputation, can his frat brothers â and real brother â help him prove heâs not a player ? wc: 5.2k
prompt: you and katsuki tell the class you're getting married, but they're surprised because they didn't even know you guys were dating.
pairing: pro-hero!bakugo x fem!pro-hero reader
genre: established relationship, kinda fluff kinda angst, kinda suggestive, non-linear (ish)
warnings: the entire class is so dumb, mina keeps trying to set you up with people, the class is kinda annoying lowk, it's a tiny bit suggestive, mentions of blood, sad backstory, intentional lowercase
word count: 2.9k (don't ask... i tried to aim for less)
a/n: just finished mha, all of them are still so hot even as they're older AND IT'S NOT FAIRRRRRRRRR. so here you go. also to note, i made you guys a lefty just because i can ? idk
you didn't come to ua to make friends; at least, that's what you told yourself on your first day. everyone looked kind enough, but you knew that at the end of your tenure, the race to the top of the hero ranks would make you all competition. so you only focused on strengthening your quirk, being the best and keeping to yourself.
but in comes katsuki fricking bakugo. a hot head with an arrogant personality, but the skills to back it up. he was strong and he knew that he was. he was smart and he knew that he was, and boy did you hate him. he was a natural hard worker that kept getting better and better as time went on, and you hated that about him.
until you didn't.
you've seen how being strong made him a target for all kinds of stupid things, and you found a new appreciation for him after secretly witnessing the fight he and midoriya had after all might retired (you never told him you knew about it, even after being together all these years). you still hated him, but you now had a bit of respect for him.
and then he changed. he was still loud, abrasive, arrogant, and a tad bit pompous, but he was also thoughtful. he was quick on his feet when it came to pairing up with anyone, and he's shown you numerous times that he doesn't see you as a weakling. that he doesn't see anyone in his class as weak.
he calls you an insulting nickname like he does everyone else, he calls you an extra like he does everyone else, and he yells at you despite you telling him not to because "why should i make an exception for someone like you?" yet when you guys were on the frontlines against the league of villains for the war, the only time he shouted at you was when he got your attention against the villains.
your selflessness and loyalty to your classmates almost got you killed many, many times in battle, but your strength and determination always let you bounce back. and you have the scars to prove it. being pierced by one of all for one's ... things in your left shoulder to take a hit for the number one hero before katsuki even woke up was the biggest one you had.
the other one was on your forearm after trying to make a way for midoriya to get to the ofa possessed shigaraki. it's crazy to think that bakugo often traces those scars before he goes to sleep now.
the aftermath of the war was a brutal one. you weren't the most banged up, but knowing that you had a friend in the rehabilitation centre was enough for you. well, he wasn't much of a friend then, but you guys got to that point eventually.
you found it easier to talk to him when he wasn't annoyed by his friends all of the time, and your shared bond of having to relearn to use your dominant hands made it easy to talk to each other.
[âąâąâą]
then, he started asking you to train with him. he said that your quirks worked well together, and learning how to mesh it can help in the long run. you found yourself agreeing.
then one day he yelled a little too harshly at kaminari and it triggered the past you tried so desperately to hide from everyone else. after all, you did declare that you weren't there to make friends. and sure you talk to your class because you should at least be civil with them now before you pummel them in the rankings when you graduate, and who knows? maybe one day you'll have to work together in a similar situation like what happened with the war. you hope something like the war never happens again.
but no one knew your past. no one knew about your parents or your trauma or the fact that when everyone else's parents took care of them in the hospital after the war, you had to take care of yourself. no one knew about the nights you went to bed hungry because you couldn't get a technique right and your dad shouted so much it made your ears bleed.
no one knew and you tried to keep it that way. but when katsuki's insult to the blond boy landed a little too close to home, you're walking away to catch your breath and find your bearings. you know that katsuki's a little rough around the edges, and that he's quick to anger, but you've never reacted to his yelling this way. or maybe you have, and you just reverted back to the times where you've had to ignore it before crying in the comforts of your room.
you stay outside for a while, hugging your knees to your chest and trying your best not to let anything get to you. but it's so hard. katsuki's words just reminded you of a time you tried so hard to bury. you didn't even know you were crying until you felt calloused fingers wiping away your tears.
the heart to heart you and katsuki had made him change his entire perspective of you. he knew you were strong, but to know what made you this way added a new level of tolerance to his mind when it came to you. he found himself wanting to kill your parents for you, despite not seeing you as anything other than a slightly tolerable extra who got hurt because he didn't wake up fast enough to save you and all might.
[âąâąâą]
and then came the final exam. winter breeze battered down on your backs, but you guys were anything but cold. and you demolished the fricking competition. somewhere, somehow, the closeness you guys accumulated over the semester bloomed into some sort of attraction by the time you guys got into your third year.
and katsuki's not a weakling, if he wants something, he'll do everything he could to get it. so on the first night of school, while you and him are in rehab, he confesses to you. and you thought he was joking. you didn't laugh at his confession or anything, but it took him twenty-five minutes to actually convince you that he was serious.
you didn't give him an answer right away. after all, you had just come to terms with the fact that you didn't hate him as much as you used to. but thinking back on it, you never actually hated him. you were just envious.
but katsuki was thoughtful. he remembered things about you that you forgot you told him, and he never once made you feel inferior to him. in fact, looking back at it, there were signs that he started liking you a little while back, you were just too blind to notice.
after mulling it over (and a few instances after the confession where he made your heart race - and made you realize that he's been doing that for quite some time) you accepted his confession. you guys didn't immediately become boyfriend and girlfriend either.
he took you out on dates, let you explore his hobbies while he explored yours, and then when he was absolutely certain that he wanted no one else but you (he's been certain for a while but extra reassurance never hurt anybody) he asked if he could be your boyfriend. and you said yes.
[âąâąâą]
you guys kept it a secret at first. no pda, no sneaking glances, acted like normal in front of the class. and when you guys decided not to be so secretive anymore, you soft launched him on your instagram. you liked the social media thing, so he let you do it. and after that, you guys got a little more bold and a lot more open about it.
a little hand holding there, being all in each other's personal space. tag teaming in the project to buy midoriya his suit because as much as katsuki never liked admitting it, aside from you, he also wanted to kick villain butt with the green haired kid. it was the two of you who brought it up together to everyone else, and they were more than happy to pitch in. technically it was your idea to tell everyone else because katsuki wanted to do everything himself.
then you guys graduated. you went to an agency you interned with second year to be a sidekick and katsuki decided to immediately go pro. a year into the hero business, you guys moved in together. a year after that, you joined his company.
the class noticed that you two got closer during rehab, but no one guessed that you guys were together. even though you constantly posted bakugo on your socials and stories. even though your most liked post on instagram was a picture of katsuki smiling at the cake you gave him for his birthday. you even captioned it "happy birthday to the best guy everđ€"
"all you do is work all day with bakugo, (name). let's go out together. i've got a few guys that's interested." she'd always say to you, and you always shut her down.
when telling her you were busy stopped working, you just started to ignore her. you even told her that you're currently in a relationship and that you like your partner but she didn't believe you. in fact, she laughed in your face when you told her it was katsuki.
"you know they have no idea we're together, right?" you asked him one day when you guys were getting ready for a dinner with the class.
you put your earring in your right ear and kept rubbing your lips together to make your gloss shine. you didn't even have to look up to know that he was staring at you.
"hah?! with how obvious we've been? what else do we have to do? make out in front of them?!" he asked incredulously.
"i'd rather not. every single time we make out, you never keep your hands to yourself." you chastised.
"and why should i? you're my fiancee. i can keep my hands all over you all i damn want." he defended.
"alright. different sentence. last time we made out, i couldn't walk for two days." you told him.
"be grateful it was only two. i was goin' easy on ya anyway." he replied.
you rolled your eyes and went back to fixing your jewelry. you twist at your engagement ring in silence.
"i'm just saying. we should tell them. the engagement party invites are gonna be sent tomorrow and i know you'd rather not getting a million text messages asking about the suddenness of it all."
"we wouldn't have to worry about any of this if they weren't so fricking blind. you post me all the time. with your cheesy captions. what more do they want from you?"
"maybe we should kiss in front of them." you thought out loud.
"and give them a show?" his voice suddenly goes down an octave, "i like the way you think." he said, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips.
"back up off of me you freak." you pushed him away.
you stood up and smoothed out your dress, jolting slightly when you felt his rough palm smack your ass. your glare at him gets ignored.
[âąâąâą]
and then you're at the dinner table with the gang. you guys talked about life with each other, and some of the group drank to their hearts content. your rehab hand does its best to squeeze katsuki's under the table, and he can tell that you're nervous.
every single time you've tried to talk to the group, someone's always there to talk over you. you were getting annoyed. so you looked at bakugo's friends and decided to start there.
"how's pro-hero life going for you?" you asked kirishima, who was to your right.
"it's so demanding! but i wouldn't have it any other way, y'know? how's it being number four?" he asked you cheekily.
both of you ignored katsuki's glare at the sore subject. he loved letting you know that he'll catch up to you soon. you don't deter him otherwise. you knew that he was waiting on midoriya.
"it's interesting. i always told you guys i was the strongest in the class, but no one believed me." you teased.
"HAH?!" you heard beside you.
here we go. you and kirishima thought.
"you're just up there right now because i'm making you look good, airhead." he told you.
"i don't need to hear you say the same thing even when i'm eating, kats. why don't you make yourself look good for once like the self centered brat you are?" you asked him, not noticing the table looking between the two of you a little warily.
"not my fault these extras can't handle me." he retorted.
"that's what you always say. but who has the higher rank between us? oh! that's right!"
"shut your hole before i shut it for you."
"i'd love to see you try, 'suki."
"don't say something you'll regret. we all know i know how to make you shut up."
you and katsuki glared at each other for a little too long, his hand giving yours a slightly tighter squeeze. you'd love to squeeze something else.
"are they actually arguing or are they flirting? i can never tell." you heard kaminari not so subtly whisper to jirou.
"you whisper so damn loud you idiot." jirou chided, slapping kaminari's head.
"but it would make sense, no? they've been business partners for years, sparks are bound to fly." sero piped in, not realizing that the topic of their conversation can hear them.
"puh-lease. (name)'s as single as ever. if anything she's married to her work. bakugo doesn't stand a chance." mina decided to say.
before you could even defend yourself (and your soon to be husband), the group decided to get loud, and you looked at katsuki to see that he was starting to get annoyed. so were you, but you knew you had to change the topic and fast.
"actually, there was something i wan-"
"and don't get me started on (name). i've been trying to get her with this guy for weeks. but she keeps blowing me off. if that doesn't spell 'married to the job' then i don't know what does." mina added to the debate.
"guys if you can just-"
"maybe she's just not interested in the guy?" momo supplied.
"she doesn't even know him!" mina whined.
"then why are you so upset that she doesn't want to be set up? maybe you should respect her wishes, ribbit." tsuyu said.
"CAN YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP?!" katsuki exploded.
everyone looked at him in shock. he hadn't exploded on them in a long time.
"(name)'s been tryna get you guys's stupid attention this entire time. stop talking over her, dammit." he started, "and pinky. if she doesn't wanna be with your sad excuse of a setup then leave her alone."
he started to lift up your intertwined hands, glaring at everyone as he did so.
"as a matter of fact. (name)'s been telling me you guys are idiots, but i didn't think it was true. so listen to me cause i'm only sayin' it once, you got it?"
then he slammed your hands on the table. it hurt a lot more than he thought it would've but the sound brought everyone's eyes to his and her hands. then you look to see almost everyone's jaws sliding across the floor.
"this idiot is my fiancee, alright? tell whoever's interested in her to piss off. stop pestering her about stuff she doesn't like, and give her the respect she deserves. don't let me tell you extras again." he stated, glaring at them all.
after a few minutes, no one else said a word. it was silent.
"well, i just wanted to say that we're having an engagement party on saturday. the official invite will be sent out tomorrow." you said.
that broke everyone out of their trance.
"what the fu-"
"you guys are together?! since when?!"
"wait you weren't joking?!"
"i'm proud of you bakubro!"
everyone talked over one another in their classic class A way, but it's overwhelming. as a matter of fact, your annoyance is getting to you, so you decided to address one thing.
"oh and mina?" you called out to her.
she looked up at you to notice your anger, and it had her stiff in her chair.
"the next time you ask me about something and i tell you no, don't pester me like that again, got it? and don't ever insult my man in front of me again." your glare sent shivers down her spine.
[âąâąâą]
you didn't join ua to make friends. but somehow you left with a family. an annoying, very dense family. and you left with the love of your life.
and as you watch everyone have a grand time at your engagement party, with your head on your fiance's shoulder as you talk to mitsuki about everything under the sun, you're glad you didn't stick to your original plan to not be close to anyone.
how else would you have bagged your hottie if you did?
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contains: a mix of crack and smut but i got carried away. still, please do not take this seriously.
wc: 615
kento nanami is a man of faith.
he goes to the temple every sunday, sometimes on saturdays too, if there's an opportunity to volunteer. he reads his book of mormon so often that he could recite it word for word, backwards, and in a foreign language if required.
he's also strictly celibate in every single way that matters. no kisses that last longer than three seconds, no unnecessary hand holding that could lead to premarital affairs.
and definitely no intercourse.
"ken, are you sure this isn't breaking any of your little rules?" you inquire from the foot of the single bed that came with his dorm. you're on all fours, panting like a dog, and trying to ignore the ever present burn in your backside while also making sure you aren't sweating too bad.
kento, who is, by all accounts, much more composed than you are, only nods. "joseph smith didn't say anything about anal."
you roll your eyes. "did he tell you that himself?" you ask, and you try your best to keep the sarcasm to a minimum.
however, it obviously isn't minimal enough, because a sharp smack to your left cheek is the immediate answer to your question. "be respectful," kento lectures.
"you're in my asshole," you deadpan.
"don't be so vulgar!" he hisses.
"you're in my asshole!" you repeat, because it seems as though he didn't get it the first time.
kento lets out a longsuffering sigh. "what is the matter with you?"
"i'm just saying, if you're stretching out my poor butthole," you say the last word mockingly, because he somehow behaves as though you cussing will damn him to the depths of hell, and not him being buried balls deep in your puckered hole at least three times a week.
"we may as well just-"
"don't." his voice is low, serious and unamused. he hates it when you suggest having sex. he already feels like he's toeing the line between sainthood and sin, and every time you give him that look and ask him in that voice to just fuck your pussy already, he feels his resolve crumbling moe and more.
"we can't," he continues. "you know premarital sex goes against what i believe."
"kento nanami, you are in my asshole!"
with a resigned groan, kento pulls out and flips you over so you're on your back. "what's your deal?"
"i hate anal," you confess. "it doesn't get me off in any capacity. but i thought this was just a...thing you did, before you actually fucked a girl properly. but i guess it isn't, and all you do is anal, and i can't endure it. i mean, you won't even touch my clit, dude."
"because that would be sinning," he tries to explain, as if you're too stupid to actually understand.
"and you edging yourself using my asshole isn't? you don't even let yourself cum, so you actually just hurt me for no reason."
kento is at a loss. truly. the only way to satisfy you would be to either completely renounce his faith, or...
"will you marry me?" he blurts out before he can think better of it.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?!" you exclaim. you're complaining about what a shitty boyfriend he is, and now he thinks you'll marry him?!
"no, no, listen," he quickly stutters, holding a hand out as if you're about to slap him even though you've never hit him.
not yet, at least.
"if we get married, we can..."
"fuck," you offer, and he nods.
"yes, that. and we can even..."
"cum," you fill in, deadpan.
"yes, that," he repeats. "it's a win-win!"
"you must be out of your fucking mind."
author's note: don't even ask me y'all. don't even ask.
olderbf!nanami who you meet in your first year of college after matching on some dating app. heâs around ten years older than you, but heâs attractive and seems sweet off the jump.
olderbf!nanami who takes you to some french inspired pastry cafe for your first date. he admits he doesn't usually go for younger girls, and you believe him. he's a total gentleman, what more could you ask for in a guy? so what if he was older.
olderbf!nanami who is always picking you up from campus for cute little dates or shopping sprees, letting you run up his cards on whatever things college aged girls like. he never spent much money on himself and that little smile you give him after he tells you to just "grab the bag" you've been staring at makes his heart race.
olderbf!nanami who ties your shoes for you or helps you slip on a pair of heels before going somewhere, always making sure his girl is always taken care of.
olderbf!nanami who never pressures you into anything. did he fantasize about you? well...yeah. he felt guilty whenever you'd bend over in a little skirt and he got a glimpse of a frilly pair of panties, or when you'd lean over the table while sitting across from him and your cleavage was daring him to just take a little peak. he felt like a total pervert...but it didn't stop him from fisting his cock in the car after dropping you off at your dorm or apartment.
olderbf!nanami who is on edge the first time you spend the night. he makes sure his apartment is spotless, stocks the fridge with your favorite snacks, even gets you a little gift. he needed this to be perfect, what if you got uncomfortable? what if you hated his sense(or lack there of) of style?
olderbf!nanami who makes you your favorite dish for dinner after getting a recipe off facebook of all places. he makes sure to set the table, light some candles, and pull your chair out for you before you sit.
olderbf!nanami who is surprised when you make the first move after dinner. a simple hand on his thigh while watching some movie you said seemed funny; it wasn't his vibe but he watched it for you. the second your fingers brush his broad thigh every hair on his body stands up, he feels his cock twitch against his slacks and he prays to whatever god there is that you don't notice
of course you do though.
olderbf!nanami who has his larger hand over yours as he teaches you how to jerk him off properly. your hands are so soft and small compared to his own overworked ones, so pretty with his pre glistening on your nails. his free hand slips up your waist to your head where he brushes your hair back gently, petting your head.
"thats my girl"
"twist your hand a lilâŠah!-yeah, thats itâŠâ
olderbf!nanami who, like a gentleman, holds your hair back while you suck him off.
olderbf!nanami who praises you even when you struggle to take past his tip. even when he fucks his hips up and listens to you gag when he hits the back of your tight throat.
olderbf!nanami who is already addicted to the way a string of saliva connects your flushed lips to the tip of his twitching length. your eyes lock with his and he debates cumming down ur throat right then and there.
olderbf!nanami who indulges in teaching you how to ride him. he guides your hips down agonizingly slow onto him and nearly busts just feeling your tight cunt swallowing him up. he wonders why he never went for a girl like you before, someone so sweet but so fucking needy to learn how to please him. when he finally lets you move, your hips snapping into him while little huffs and whines fall past ur glossy lips, he swears hes died and gone to heaven.
âpretty girlâŠmâ filling you up good, right? nice and fullâ
âneed me to teach you how to pleasure a man properly? hm?â
âkeep going- fuck!-sorry sweetheartâŠgonna cum if you do that againâŠâ
olderbf!nanami who has the decency to pull out and cum on ur soft belly, grunting out a curse while watching his seed pool there.
olderbf!nanami who cleans you up and wraps you in one of the throw blankets on the couch, asking you how youâre feeling. he doesnât hesitate to bring you water and/or make you tea. anything for you.
olderbf!nanami who is already planning out the next time you stay over so he can show you how a real man touches a girl.
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Nanami Loves Your Ass â Top 10 Worst-Timed Slaps
cw: explicit sexual content, public ass-slapping, spanking, biting, grabbing, inappropriate touching, risk of being caught, dubiously appropriate timing, Nanami canât keep his hands to himself. Bend that ass over, bitch! m.list
Nanami really, truly loved your ass.
Too much. He loved grabbing it, smacking it, coming on it. He loved watching it jiggle when you bent over, loved sinking his teeth into it just to leave marks heâd admire later.
And it became a habit.
A bad one.
Because Kento Nanami had no damn self-control when it came to you.
So here are the top ten worst-timed moments heâs slapped your ass:
10. The first time it even happenedâby accident, reallyâwas in the office when you brought him lunch. Problem was, Gojo was leaning against his desk, running his mouth as usual. Nanamiâs hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack before his brain caught up, and Gojoâs jaw dropped. âNANAMINâS A PERVERT! I KNEW IT!â
It took a full hour to calm him down, and he still brings it up at every opportunity.
9. In the classroom. Heâd been lecturing when you walked in to deliver files. You bent slightly to hand him the folder and his hand came down on your ass before he could stop it. The students went dead silent before snickering erupted. You barely kept a straight face. Nanami? He just cleared his throat and continued the lesson like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears were bright red.
8. During training, in front of Principal Yaga. You were standing beside Nanami, clipboard in hand, when he smacked your ass hard enough that Yagaâs eyebrows nearly flew off his face. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. âYou two done?â Yaga asked dryly. Nanami didnât blink. âApologies. Muscle memory.â
7. At a Jujutsu Tech faculty dinner. Gojo, Utahime, Shoko, everyone there. Nanami had his hand on the small of your back, gentlemanlyâuntil it dropped lower and gave a firm squeeze-slap hybrid. The sound of Shoko choking on her sake is burned into your brain. Gojo pointed a chopstick at you both, grinning. âWas that an ass grab or a slap? Or both?â Nanamiâs glare shut him up, but not before Utahime muttered,âUnbelievable horny fucks.â
6. While you were on the phone with your mother. She was rambling about family drama, and you were trying to keep your voice steady while Nanami smacked your ass every time you said âmhmm.â You nearly choked when he pressed you against the counter and squeezed hard, mouthing, say goodbye faster. Your poor mother had no idea why you hung up so quickly.
5. Outside a mission briefing, with half the higher-ups lingering in the hall. You were in heels, files pressed to your chest, trying to look professional. Then came the sharp smack that made the folders slip right out of your arms. Everyone turned. Nanami just stooped to help pick them up, expression unreadable, before murmuring, âControl yourself.â
4. Grocery store. You bent down to grab something from the bottom shelf, and his palm cracked down on your ass so hard the woman next to you in the aisle cast you a jealous look. Nanami didnât even look guiltyâhe just muttered, âThat skirtâs too short,â and dropped the soy sauce in the cart.
3. In a meeting with higher-ups. You thought youâd be safe in such a stiff, professional settingâNanami sitting with his tie perfectly straight, his posture rigid, the picture of composure. Until you leaned over to refill his tea, and he smacked your ass under the table. The sound wasnât loud, but your sharp gasp was, and every head turned toward you. Nanami didnât flinch. âHot water,â he explained coolly. âToo close to her hand.â You wanted to strangle him.
2. Mid-mission, during a stealth recon in an abandoned warehouse. You were crouched behind a crate, trying to stay quiet, when Nanamiâs hand landed on your ass so hard you yelped. You froze, heart pounding, while Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji, and Gojo all turned in unison, eyes widening. âNanami!â you hissed, face burning as you tried to retaliate, swiping your hand at Nanamiâs ass as he stepped past you, but your aim was offâYuuji, eyes wide, practically shouted, âHit him again! Hit him harder!â You froze, cheeks flaming, glancing at Nanami. Nobara rolled her eyes and muttered, âPervert,â as you leaned closer to Nanami, whispering, âIâll get you back later.â
1. Worstâor bestâmoment? After sex, when Gojo barged into his apartment unexpectedly. You were still bent over, dripping cum, thighs, Nanami slowly pulling out of you. His hand came down on your assâsmack!âjust as Gojoâs voice rang out, âOH MY GOD, NANAMIN!âÂ
You squealed, scrambling for Nanamiâs discarded shirt. Gojo had the nerve to cover his eyes with one hand and grin through the other. Nanami, utterly unfazed, just tucked himself back into his slacks and said, âGet out.â Gojo laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. âNext time invite me.â Youâve never seen Nanami look closer to murdering him.
to be honest i lowkey love reader who's a crazy sexed out maniac that has a tantrum when they're not getting fucked constantly. imagine someone as composed as nanami having to deal with that, especially since he's so calm and reserved and probably more opposed to voyeurism and public sex, and you'll just be out with him and seeing his big muscles and how he's standing over you in the subway, leaning behind you to make sure you don't fall when the tracks hit a particular bump that makes you bump your ass back against his bulge.
and you're so very blunt about it, too. "kentooooo i want sex."
"not now, sweetheart, maybe when we get home, okay?" he'd been planning this trip to the museum for weeks. it's downtown, and so it's not ideal to drive through the busy streets with all the construction and traffic, meaning he can't even fuck you in the car because it's back at home. "no, i want it now." you complain, leaning back so you can push your ass back on his cock, that's now starting to swell.
"i said later, sweetheart. would you please behave?"
it's safe to say you don't listen. you keep rubbing yourself against him, and he has to bite his tongue and imagine other things so he doesn't start leaking in his slacks. it's bad enough that you've already got him rock hard, talking about how you want to be fucked now now now. you are just insatiable.
he thinks you'd calm down a little once you get there, but you're worse, pawing at him and whining and trying to squeeze his bulge in front of an exhibit- that's his last straw. he grabs you by your forearm and drags you to the nearest gender neutral washroom, shoving you into a stall and fucking you stupid with his fingers shoved deep in your mouth so you don't make too much noise. "there's the fucking sex you wanted so bad." he hisses in your ear, slamming into you roughly.
even gagged, you can't help but moan and whine around his fingers. he must be mad, he's never fucked you in somewhere as dingy as a washroom before, even though it's pretty clean. and he just continues, round after round after round until his cum is dripping down your legs and you can barely hold yourself up because if you're going to keep pestering him like this, you're going to get ten times what you asked for.
he's glad he can now browse in peace. there's a sweet, almost innocent smile on his face as he guides you through the museum, making sure you don't fall on those shaky legs of yours.
âŽïž synopsis // Katsuki is well known for his less than graceful attitude. A thriving fanbase on Youtube, climbing the streaming ranks (so far heâs top 5 *winks*) I forgot! his pr is horrible so he has to date Youtube's beloved (name) to win the hearts of the people!?âŽïž contents // streamer!au , smau and writing , fake relationship , tags will vary every chapter , language , attempt at humor , possibly ooc , maybe suggestiveâŽïž pairing // Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader
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Video #1 âź âSnipers are crazyyyyy these days.â
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he's been coming home in better spirits these days. his wife notices it the moment he walks in. his shoulders aren't as hunched, the faint shadows under his eyes have softened, and there's a steady rhythm to his steps that wasn't there before. he looks healthier, yes, but also quieter. less interested in everything. the way he used to greet his wife upon coming home with long hugs and affectionate kisses has shrunk down to quick pecks. on some days, just cheek kisses and head pats you'd give to a child or a friend.Â
you're the one he's been letting get dangerously close lately. his cute little intern who shadows his every move, learning the ropes but also testing the edges. everyone murmurs half-jealous, half-incredulous that you're his work wife. though you've caught wind of the gossip, you don't correct them.
your bond started slow, innocuous. a shared laugh after shitty clients had left, long eye contact, little touches, like when you were helping him sort a stack of files and your fingers brushed over one another. then, a shoulder leaning into his as you crowd together over the same laptop screen. then, wanting to test how far boundaries would go, you pecked his cheek after he complimented you on a job well done, but his head turned last second and your lips brushed.
you'd apologized profusely, extremely anxious about his reaction, but instead of being upset, he offered you the gentlest kiss on your lips to settle your nerves. a return of the favor.
then, little kisses everyday. simply affectionate, normal between people as close as the two of you. it's meant to be quick, harmless; but they're the kind that send a pulse through your whole body. every time it happens, it feels like you're stealing something, a secret he's letting you in on, and maybe he doesn't even realize he's doing it.Â
or maybe he does.
the front desk hums with the quiet chatter of speculation. a cluster of your of your coworkers, the sales guy, the HR people, tech support; they're all gathered to talk about the two of you. periodically, their eyes flick towards the boss' office where you and he disappear for long stretches.
"have you noticed how he's been taking his ring off lately?" whispers a secretary, young, glossy nails, huge crush on the boss. her voice carries quietly enough to sound like idle office gossip, but sharp enough to be resentful. she's jealous of you. "leaves it on his desk, or sometimes on the conference table... and doesn't seem to care."
one of the HR guys snorts derisively. "yeah. i've caught him fiddling with it all the time, like he's deep in thought. and it's always when the intern's talking to him, too. so odd."
the secretary woman snorts, leaning in to the group. "i'm sure i can guess why. have you seen her? buttons undone and skirt so tight i'm surprised she can bend over without everything being visible. and she's always strutting around beside him and giggling like a cheap whore. she's practically throwing herself at him."
"trashy. no wonder she's his favorite."
another person chimes in, glancing toward the direction you'd both gone. "where the hell are the two of them anyway?"
á„«áĄ.
your cheek presses flat to the table, your skirt pushed up, panties shoved aside carelessly. your boss wedges every inch of his fat cock in you slow and steady.
this is the only part where he takes his time, because he can't ruin your poor, sweet little hole with his girth by slamming in all at once. when he manages to push inside you to the hilt (albeit with some resistance on your end; apparently being soaked from flirting and hanging off him all morning still isn't enough to bottom out all at once), he grunts softly and gathers saliva in his mouth, spitting down onto where his cock enters your pussy. he needs it as sloppy and wet as possible.
you whine, wanting to turn back to look at him, but you're too focused on not moaning like a whore at the biiiiiiiig stretch of him inside you.
"look at that," he huffs out, dragging his cock halfway out before shoving it back in harder this time, making the table creak. "squeezing that hard and i haven't even fucked you yet."
his palm settles heavy between your shoulder blades, pressing you down flat so your ass stays tipped high, cunt helplessly wrapped around him, twitching every time he drags that thick cock out and thrusts back in deep.
"oh my-fuck!" you squeak against the table, nails scratching weakly onto the wood in an attempt to regather your bearings. you feel so absurdly full and unaccustomed to a size like this. no matter how many times you take it, you feel like a fucking virgin, squirming and trying to run away from dick. not that he lets you, though. he's holding you down so firmly that you don't move an inch out of the position he put you in. "boss- sir, s-slow down please,"
"stay down." he orders.
your body jerks each time he fucks into you, and your breath comes out ragged and panted as you let out weak little moans and curses each time he hits too deep inside you. "i'm t-trying," you pant out weakly. you shove your hand over your mouth to try and stay quiet when he shoves into you a little too rough, but he hears how you fall apart regardless. hears the wet slap of his cock sinking into you. "pathetic," he mutters, leaning in again to whisper into your ear. this new position makes him push into you even deeper, his balls pushed up right against your entrance. "bent over in a copy room with your mouth shut and your cunt dripping on the floor."
you bite your lip hard to ensure you keep quiet, but it's proving to be nearly impossible with how hard he's pounding into your soaked cunt.
his hand snakes down to your pussy and reaches the spot where you're stretched wide around him; where he's buried all the way to the base and your slick is dripping down his balls. he presses his thumb into the sensitive skin where your folds meet his cock, pushing your swollen pussy lips open just enough to watch how you clench back around him on instinct.
"greedy -ah, damn- little hole," he mutters, more to himself than you. "so fucking sloppy. you should be embarrassed." you can tell even though he's patronizing you that he's close. his cock throbs inside you consistently, and his thrusts are getting slower, harder, and sloppier. your ass bounces with each thrust and your pussy's talking more than you, letting out nasty squelches as he fills you.
your eyes roll back when he grinds in again, "oh-mmmff...please, please, don't stop, feels s'good, i can't," you slur, your hips try to jerk away from the intensity of it. doesn't work. he follows you wherever you go, pushing deeper, deeper, until you're trembling.
"please," you beg again. he simply slides a hand under you in response, fingers zeroing in on your clit with an unerring precision that makes you cry out as your pussy clamps down tight around him. your orgasm hits hard and fast, watery cum oozing out of you in splurts and coating his cock. he groans when he feels you squeeze around him, hips stuttering.
"squeezing me too tight, can't move." he chokes, cock spasming inside you. if you don't quit clamping on him, he's going to breed you. but he can't. it's far too risky. so he shoves you down and gives your thigh a pinch so you squeal and loosen up, and he's grateful because any longer and you'd be stuffed with his load.
he pulls out just before he finishes, giving himself just two rough, milking strokes, before he finishes all over your ass in multiple thick, creamy globs.
his cum paints your skin in slow, heavy ropes. you flinch when the first strand hits your lower back, but he grabs your hips again, thumb digging into the soft curve just above your thigh, keeping you still as he pumps the rest out onto your ass. he lets out a low groan through clenched teeth, trying not to be too loud, but it's fucking hard.
you're both breathing hard. your cunt's still pulsing, clenching around nothing now as trickles of his cum slide down your skin. he watches it for a beat too long, thumb brushing over the mess before dragging the tip of his cock through it again.
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katsuki bakugo is the type of man to randomly announce heâs dating someone in an interviewâŠ
âmr.dynamight, any plans after this patrol is over?!â
he glares at the camera, shoving the lens right out of his face. âtskâ! fuck off, you money hungry extras! itâs none of yourââ
the blonde pauses mid-rant, catching everyone off guard as he suddenly leans down.
ââactually, give me this crap!â
he grabs ahold of the no doubt expensive ass camera, essentially blogging on national television in an unfaltering angle zoomed right into his nostrils.
âi know yurâ ass is watching this, y/n, so answer your god damn phone already!!â he shouts, unknowingly becoming a worldwide meme the literal next day.
everyoneâs jaws drop as the cameraman scrambles to catch the equipment bakugo tossed back like nothing.
âmr.dynamight, please elaborate! who is this y/n you speak of?!â they exclaim, mics quickly shoved into his face as the paparazzi lights began flashing for the latest hero gossip in town.
âhah?â he scoffs back, frowning like the answer is completely obviousâand like their the idiots for even asking such a thing. âmy wife.â
letâs just say your identity was trending the next day on all platforms⊠#answerthephoney/n
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â„you & bakugo wonât say youâre dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #1.
observed by â mina ashido
ây/n says she and bakugo arenât dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.â
âĄ
mina assumes itâs a trick of the light.
seroâs stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, minaâs quick to assume the sightâs caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesdayâs physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on seroâs eyeglasses. theyâre purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGPâs A-Level biology guide & pretends she isnât observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugoâs face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, heâs simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesnât miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #2.
observed by â sero hanta
âbakugo swears y/n isnât anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as âmine?â
âĄ
the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, heâs stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isnât usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: heâs grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like itâll make time go by sooner. it doesnât.
âiâm gonna kill that damn shitty hair.â
âweâre the ones whoâre thirty minutes early.â
âshut the fuck up.â
dumb dog sero hanta does as heâs told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides heâs had enoughâor till the anger reaches his bladder. ââm going to the bathroom, watch my shit.â
katsuki doesnât bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between seroâs palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzesâ& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mineđ«: mina and i are otw
mineđ« : hope weâll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach andâwait.
is that text from y/n?
heâs quick to take a picture, send it to the âinBESTigators đ”ïžđâ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiriâs response comes in.
ripped riot đ„: could be a typo
ripped riot đ„: like âmineâ could be short for miner
pikachu âĄïž[replying to ripped riot đ„] : are we deadass
seroâs about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsukiâs back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #3.
observed by â denki kaminari
âwhen the fuck did bakugo get funny?â
âĄ
autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denkiâs shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & youâre here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isnât right.
& denkiâs not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. heâs talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. thatâs fineâbakugoâs always been able to tell which apples are good & which arenât.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denkiâs pretty sure thereâs nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminariâs eyes flit to katsukiâs. if he was any other classmate, heâd say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denkiâs no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinksâno, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishimaâs fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
âyo, kiriâiâm not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??â
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. âI downât see âtâ
âbro. chew.â
âI donât see it,â kiri gulps. âdonât you think we should respect their privacy?â
âweâre at a costco??â
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says thereâs nothing, thereâs obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #4.
observed by â literally everyone
âkatsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiriâs getting kicked from the group chat.â
âĄ
mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isnât either. kaminariâs flipping through a scrapbook titled âPHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.â seroâs screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishimaâs got his laptop open, looking over âevidence spreadsheetsâ he swears arenât empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
âkirishima, cell B-4. whatâs written in there ?â
âIâuh, cell? what do youââ
âahaââ mina shuts her book. sheâs towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri likeâwell, acid.
âyouâre not really doing anything.â
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
âmatter of factâŠâ mina continues, âyou havenât done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you havenât done anything weâve asked you to.â
âyeah,â sero quips. his phoneâs in his lap now. âmatter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldnât.â
âmatter of fact,â denki joins, âyouâre always trying to deny evidence. talking about us âbeing delusionalâ.â
oh, kirishimaâs in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. âIââ
mina canât make up what happens next.
The door opens. Itâs katsukiânot surprisingâtheyâre literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill todayâthe usual. kiri is bakugoâs roommate. getting in isnât a fuss.
but youâre right beside bakugo.
and your fingerâs in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you havenât noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your fingerâs looped around the belt-hole like youâve done it a thousand times before, andâ
is that katsukiâs hoodie?
âwhat the fuck are you losers doing here?â
kiriâs already scrambling to defend the situationâsomething about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didnât know, donât blast us allâbut minaâs not listening. sheâs wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
youâre still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. seroâs joined in. kaminariâs farted because he thinks no one will notice.
ây/n, is that bakugoâs hoodie?â
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
âno, itâsââ
âitâs mine.â katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didnât say something scandalous. âgot a problem, pinkie pie?â
âi could never.â
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yoursâand he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
âwhatâs all this?â
âevidence.â
âhomework.â
ânot evidence.â
tongue click. âevidence of ?â
âthe refractive index of light.â
âyou and y/n dating.â
ânot you and y/n dating.â
âuh-huh,â katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: youâre tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. youâre giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. âyou guys are a bunch of fuckinâ idiots. and youââ he turns to kirishima,
âno, no bro listen,â kirishimaâs palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, âI did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldnât listen!â
âaha! so you were a traitor!â
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now youâre full on laughingâ
âoh my god,â you sniffle, âyou guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?â
âtell us when?â sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. âit seems kiri here already knew about it.â
bakugo grunts. âwhy do you idiots think youâre here?â
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. seroâs avoiding eye contact. kaminariâs avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. youâre leaning over katsukiâs thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. youâre pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugoâs looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesnât know how she didnât see it sooner.
âi think we owe you two an apology.â
katsukiâs got his fingers twisting your knuckle. âyâthink?â
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
âweâre sorry.â
âfor what?â
âfor stalking you guys.â
âand not trusting that youâd tell us.â
âand being idiots.â
katsuki hums, satisfied. but heâs not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. âshould we forgive âem?â
âmaybe. if they can send some of these photos.â
bakugo nods, turns to mina. âyou heard the missus.â
âgirl, take the whole book. likeâseriously. omg.â
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugoâs fighting a smile.
âright. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.â
the three protest. kiri interrupts. âi think itâs for the best. itâs been a long day.â
âthat includes you, shitty hair.â
âhuhâwhat?! this is my room too!â
âdonât care,â katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
âand didnât ask,â he glances over his shoulder, âall of you, out.â
Synopsis: frat boy!gojo, your boyfriend, got himself blocked on all of your socials. it was his fault, even he knows that - spamming your girl with dick pics whilst she's studying for an important exam was only ever going to end one way.
you've practically forced him to resort to a means of communication he didn't know still existed. and well, he's gonna have fun with it.
Warnings: some sexual content, 18+, cursing, college au, can be read as a standalone but is a part of my EdenU au, gojo is dramatic, reader is done with him, reader is goth and female, established relationship, not proofread
Dear most gorgeous girl in the world,Â
Youâre killing me.Â
Please unblock me on iMessages, Insta, Snap, Facebook/Messenger, Whatsapp, X (sorry Twitter or whatever liberal agenda youâre on now), Discord, Reddit, Letterboxd, LinkedIn, Spotify, and Tumblr. How did you even know I was stalking you on Tumblr? Do you have a girlfriend sixth sense? Like does your clit tingle when you realise Iâm near? Cause my balls speak to me when youâre within a mile radius, like âyeah, boys? you feel her? where? lead the way!â
If you gave me a chance, instead of instantly blocking me (heartless meanie), youâd know I am very, very apologetic. Iâll stop spamming you my dick pics, even though you should be honoured to receive reminders of how hard just the thought of your name makes me.
Love,Â
Your sad big-dicked daddy :(((
Dear Gojo Satoru,Â
Clearly you canât take a hint. Let me spell it out for you.
I.
Am.
Busy.
Leave.
Me.
Alone.
Unhappily,Â
Your girlfriend
P.S. Do not call yourself âbig-dicked daddy.â It upsets me greatly.
From: [email protected]
Subject: keep being mean to me please im close
Dear adorable goth baby,Â
Youâre so hot when youâre being mean. I already know youâre frowning in that cute way that makes me want to smother you in kisses and youâre rolling your eyes so hard NGH!
I already said Iâm sorry.Â
Please give me another chance.
Iâm so damn bored I started playing spin the bottle alone in my room. I made out with that picture of you sleeping with drool down your chin. Picture You was even getting handsy. âDown girl!â I said. âBad!â
Stay tight,Â
Toru (not Gojo Satoru, thatâs like a slur coming from you, very triggering stuff)
P.S. I am your big-dicked daddy tho Iâm confused?
Satoru,Â
I gave you multiple chances when I asked you to stop and give me at least 5 hours to study before we go out for dinner and I entertain you, you giant freaking child. But no, you just had to hound me with your dick, like I was supposed to be dickmatised and persuaded to drop everything at your beck and call.Â
Fuck, Iâm getting mad all over again.Â
Stop emailing me. Youâre gonna see me at 7pm for our date anyways. You can last 4 more hours.
Yours not for long,Â
Girl who just wants to pass
Sweetiepie :(
Iâm sorry.Â
I thought it was gonna motivate you to work hard. Pwease forgive me. Pwease? Towu is vewy vewy sowwy.Â
In fact, Iâm so so so sorry, Iâll pay for dinner tonight. Scoutâs honour.
Asking for mercy and forgiveness,Â
Your boyfriend no matter what
From: [email protected]
Subject: dinner? that the best you can offer?
You always pay for dinner. Last time I offered, you damn near wrestled me in the middle of the restaurant so you could get your card out first. Weâre still banned from there, remember?
Btw, you were never a Scout, donât play with me.
Dear love of my life who doesnât understand how email etiquette works,Â
Of course I always pay for dinner â youâre broke and your family is destitute, I remind you lovingly. But even if you were as rich as me, or even richer (which isnât possible, not to flex), I would still pay every single time. Itâs the least I can do for reparations for the violence committed by my gender against yours. Plus, that restaurant sucked anyway â the owner is problematic towards immigrants and the servers donât even know if the meat is locally and ethically sourced, like hello??? In the big 2025?!?
Howâs studying going?
Do you need a snack or a smoothie to boost you?Â
I can drop by. Promise I wonât linger. I just didnât see a purchase on my card for breakfast or lunch. Please donât starve. If I canât watch your ass jiggle when I hit it from the back, Iâm gonna be devastated.Â
Yours most sincerely,Â
Satoru
P.S. You have to be a Scout to say Scoutâs Honour? Crazyyyyyy
Dear Satoru (happy now?),
Please donât remind me of my familyâs shortcomings. You know I like to pretend I came from a normal background. And stop being more woke than me. Itâs hot.
Studyingâs fine, I guess. I think I forgot how to study. Iâve missed a lot of content too. If a certain someone hadnât been clinging to me so tightly every morning, maybe I wouldnât be so behind. God, you make my life so hard.Â
A smoothie and pastry would be lovely, actually. I canât be bothered leaving my room to get some food. Just drop it off outside and disappear by the time I open the door â if I see even a glimmer of white hair, Iâm going to freak.Â
Thanks.
Love begrudgingly,
A girl whoâs gonna fail her exam
Dear cutie,Â
I donât cling to you that hard. Youâre dramatic. I wonder where you got that from. And last I checked, we have a safeword you can use anytime to get me away from between your legs if you really wanted to get to class. But I like our game where you pretend youâre not just as obsessed with me as I am with you (I know you get all hot and bothered when I reference Marx, dirty girl)
Foodâs outside babe. The line was stupid long and I ran into Fushiguro â remember the guy I told you has the highest body count on campus?
Heâs in a relationship now and heâs so pussywhipped lmaoooo
Couldnât be me.
Hoping youâll stuff your face and get all the brain power you need,Â
Satoru
I told you to disappear before I could see you.Â
You didnât have to kiss me and hump my leg you animal. My neighbours were NOT happy with the pornographic noises you made, asshole.Â
Yeah, I remember Toji. Cool dude. Always wearing gym wear no matter the weather and for some reason hates you. Donât make fun of him for being loyal and loving to his girlfriend. Youâre probably so much worse. I envy his girlfriend. She probably doesnât have to put up with a yapper who spams her with dick pics.
Thank you for the food though. Very appreciated. What I didnât appreciate, however, was the number and the smiley face on my drink. I already told you, if someone tries to hit on you, bark at them and tell them you have a girlfriend you worship endlessly.Â
Look:
Dear angry girlfriend I do in fact worship endlessly and beyond,Â
Iâm sorry I didnât follow your exact orders but I desperately needed a kiss from my girl. If I donât get my daily dose, I wilt, like a rose. You know this.Â
And disrespectfully, f your neighbours. It wasnât anything they hadn't heard from us before. Sensitive ears ahhh
About Fushiguro â he does not hate me. Why does everyone say that?Â
Weâre actually besties. Weâre like dumb and dumber, but dumber is him obvi. Plus, once he gets some shots in him, heâs super in love with me. I get more over the clothes action from him than from you lol
You never need to thank me for feeding you. I fear thatâs like bare minimum. Get those standards up girl.
Oh and sorry about the drink. I didnât even notice. Leave it outside your door and Iâll get you a new one. Iâll even make a scene and call the manager over. Maybe Iâll buy the store and get everyone fired. Just give me the word babe.
Yours forever,Â
SatoruÂ
Dear my sweetest, most frustrating boyfriend,
Fine, Iâll forgive the kiss (I might have needed it too). And yeah, f my neighbours because the guy on my left loves playing Doctor Who Season 8 on repeat and on full volume every night like clockwork. Itâs not even the best season!
Forget about the drink. Just donât ever go back there again. Number and smiley face aside, the drink is abysmal and tastes like bog water. Pastry is great though. 10/10
Youâd really make a scene for me?
Yours occasionally,Â
No longer starving girlfriend
Dear the Morticia to my Gomez,Â
Iâd make a scene for you at the drop of a hat. Iâd serenade you in malls, on campus, in a Michelin star restaurant, and in a lecture. Heck, Iâd yell âBOMBâ in an airport if you asked me to â just maybe not an airport we frequent.
Thereâs quite literally nothing I wouldnât do for you. If you didnât know that already, then Iâm not as great of a boyfriend as I thought I was. I will remedy that immediately, my goddess eternal.
Obsessedly yours,Â
Your husband in every way but legally (we can fix that)
Dear Toru,Â
Stop being sweet. Itâs disgusting.
Come inside already. Iâm done pretending Iâm getting anything from the textbooks. Iâm only giving myself a headache.
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