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❥ IN WHICH, Y/N and Katsuki had always been stubbornly alike—a trait built over years of childhood friendship that was finally turning into something much deeper.
"Put it on."
"I don't want your stupid bandaid." The two kids kept bickering, just like they always did.
"Take it, dumbass! You're bleeding on the sand!"
"I don't care! It doesn't even hurt!"
It did hurt, but admitting that meant letting Katsuki win, and Y/N would rather eat the sand than give him the satisfaction. They had been like this since they were old enough to speak—far too stubborn to back down.
To everyone else, Katsuki was terrifying, but to Y/N, he was just a angry boy who thought he was the boss.
"You're an idiot." Katsuki huffed and dropped to one knee, grabbing her ankle with a grip that was far softer than his harsh voice.
"Now shut up and hold still." He muttered in deep concentration as he slapped the bandage on before standing up to look down at her with a proud smirk. "There. Now stop crying about it."
"I wasn't crying!" Y/N yelled, scrambling to her feet to match his height, glaring at him with a flushed face. "You're the one who's gonna be crying when my ankle heals!"
"Like hell I will!" Katsuki barked back, popping a tiny spark from his right palm. "Your ankle's weak anyway! I could beat you even if you had rocket boosters on your feet!"
"My ankle is not weak!" Y/N stomped her good foot into the dirt. "I just tripped because the stupid rock got in my way! It has nothing to do with me!"
"You tripped because you weren't looking where you were going, blindy!"
"I am not clumsy!"
"Are too!"
Even as pro heroes years later, they still held onto the same stubborn attitude they had as kids.
A fierce storm raged outside, but the silence inside Dynamight's office was heavy.
Y/N sat on the desk with her legs dangling, her hero costume peeled back to reveal the deep cut across her forearm. She stared hard at the floor with a clenched jaw, ignoring the dark bruise forming around the stopped wound.
Katsuki stood between her knees, still in his costume with his gauntlets tossed carelessly by the door. He stood there holding a bottle of antiseptic and a fresh roll of medical gauze.
He was no doctor, but caring for her was a routine he knew by heart. Especially since her ego never allowed any non-professional to handle her wounds. He was surprisingly calm after pulling her out of the storm, replacing his typical loud lecturing with a heavy tension.
"I can do it." Y/N muttered, her voice rough. She reached for the gauze, her hand trembling just the slightest from exhaustion—which didn't go unnoticed by him. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse."
Staring at her hand without letting go of the roll, he told her to shut up in a low, raspy whisper.
Pressing the antiseptic to her arm made her sharply inhale, but she refused to cry out, gripping the desk with all her might. She did everything she could to keep her composure and hide her breaking point from him.
"You're an idiot." His low voice broke the silence while his hands worked with steady precision, gently wrapping the gauze around her cut. "You always do this. You think you're invincible."
"I did what I had to do." She whispered, her eyes tracking the movement of his hands. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his chest, wrapping around her in the chilly room. "If I didn't take the hit, the villain would have—"
"I don't care about the damn villain." Katsuki's voice carried a rare emotion he almost never let surface. He pulled the gauze tight and left his thumb resting on her wrist, finally looking up to lock his fierce eyes onto hers. "I had it covered. You don't jump in front of a blade for me. Never."
The space between them felt nearly non-existent, charged with years of unsaid things, of boundaries they constantly pushed but never crossed.
The stubbornness that usually kept them apart felt different tonight—it felt like a protective wall they were both leaning against, desperate not to let the other see how terrified they actually were.
"I'm not going to just watch you get hurt, Katsuki." Her voice was softer now, losing its defensive edge. "You know I can't do that."
He glanced briefly at her lips before locking his eyes back onto hers. His grip on her wrist tightened just enough to let her feel the tremor in his own fingers.
He hated it—He hated how much she mattered, how easily she could throw him off his focus just by being careless with her own safety.
"Then get stronger." He grumbled, lingering for a moment as he finished the bandage before stepping back. "So I don't have to waste my time patching you up."
Y/N looked down at the perfect bandage on her arm, looking back up with a small, bittersweet smile once he turned away to throw away the trash.
"You're a terrible nurse, Katsuki."
"Keep talking and I'll rip it off." He muttered back, though the tension in his shoulders had finally begun to ease.
When the silence softened, he stepped forward and caught her staring at his lips, causing a small smirk to form as he leaned in close to read her mind.
"You done talking shit?" He used the quiet voice he saved only for her.
"If I'm not?" A small smirk slowly mirrored his own as she whispered back.
"I can think of a few ways to stop you from talking." He made his solution perfectly clear, hooking his finger under her chin to tilt her head up.
Perhaps something had changed after all these years, something much sweeter.
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𑣲 you always admired katsuki's strength. especially when he used his strength on you in all the right ways. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
he took every chance to carry you, lifting you effortlessly from the car to the front door when your feet were tired.
and when you were both too eager to wait, unable to even reach the bedroom—he held you up easily, hands gripping your ass while he buried himself inside you, legs locked tightly around his waist.
otherwise, he’d simply toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.
he changed positions with ease, shifting your body effortlessly. he’d pin your hands above your head or push your legs back to hit the perfect angle.
hands held behind your back when fucking you from behind, pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your back—completely ruining you.
using his strength on you was never to hurt you, only to care for you deeper.
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Complain about the stress, hook up in private, make each other feel good—call it a friendship, and repeat. A perfect strategy to avoid the vulnerability of a real relationship.
So what the hell was on his screen right now?
He gripped his phone so tight he completely forgot about his workout. The sun was barely up, but he was already frozen in the empty gym, staring at a blog post that took only thirty minutes to blow up.
"Pro Hero Y/N spotted with a special someone! Is a new romance blossoming?" The bold, obnoxious headline was completely impossible to miss.
Katsuki glared at the photo, which was obviously the work of some parasite photographer who didn't know the meaning of privacy.
But he knew exactly how the internet worked, always making assumptions miles away from the truth. If you really went out on a date, you would've had the decency to tell him and cut ties—or so he hoped.
He shut his phone off and tossed it aside, grabbing a pair of heavy dumbbells in a useless attempt to erase the image from his mind.
Heavy lifting usually cleared his mind, but today the weights felt light. Too light. Not even a brutal workout could distract him from that damn photo. The image of some extra sitting across from you at a cafe, smiling while you drank your coffee.. It drove him fucking insane.
He also wasn't about to force an explanation from you or be up your ass. He had no right to be this pissed when you two weren't even in a fucking relationship. Still, he wasn't about to sit around and let his chest burn all morning.
Your morning had started out busy but peaceful, but that didn't last for long. "Thank you so much for taking the time to meet for coffee and go over everything, Y/N—I promise I won't let the agency down." Looking at how perfectly he carried himself in his professional attire, you knew he’d be an asset to the agency.
"I know you won't. See you tomorrow!" You waved goodbye and watched him disappear around the corner toward the train station.
With the meeting wrapped up, you pulled out your phone and sighed in relief, completely unaware that your quiet morning was about to end. Your screen lit up with a flood of notifications. Your agency’s media team, group chats, tags on social media—It was a mess of missed alerts that had piled up over the last half hour.
Your eyes didn't waste a second lingering on the media frenzy. Everything else completely blurred the exact second you saw a single, demanding text sitting right at the top of your lock screen.
Katsuki.
You froze right there on the sidewalk. Forgetting the rest of the internet completely, You instantly tapped the only notification that actually mattered right now.
Katsuki : Who the hell is the guy.
Y : Good morning to you too! What guy?
Katsuki : Don't play dumb with me.
Katsuki : The cafe. Who is he.
Y : Relax, it’s just the new sidekick hire. My assistant is out sick so I had to do his onboarding over coffee.
Y : It’s strictly work, Kats.
Katsuki stared at the words, his thumb hovering over the screen. You weren't seeing someone else. You hadn't replaced him.
But his possessiveness didn't care about paperwork or sick assistants. It cared about the fact that the entire internet was matching you up with someone else, while what you and him had going on was forced to stay hidden in the dark.
Katsuki : Tell him to keep his distance.
Katsuki : The internet is already shipping you two. It's annoying as hell.
Y : Wow are you jealous that someone else had my attention?
Katsuki : Shut up. I couldn't care less about that. It’s just pathetic how clueless everyone is.
Katsuki : They have no fucking idea that I’m the only one who gets to hear how loud you really get.
Y : Sounds like you're reminiscing, Bakugo. Are you missing me already?
Katsuki : In your dreams. Just reminding you who really gets your attention.
Y : Loud and clear, loudmouth.
Y : I gotta start my shift before the agency completely loses it. Stay safe today, Kats!
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𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There it was—the exact knock he'd been waiting to hear.
He opened the door only to find you looking completely worn out from your day. Gently pulling you inside, he immediately took your heavy bag and slipped the shoes off your tired feet.
He didn't ask any questions—He didn't need to.
You and him had rules. Boundaries. But watching you curl into a ball on his sofa, Katsuki knew deep down that no other man could look after you the way he did. No one else would know the exact pressure needed for your tense shoulders, or notice you were overwhelmed by the slight shift in your breathing before you did.
Just thinking about anyone else holding you—or taking your fragile trust for granted—sent a wave of possessive jealousy through his veins.
As he sat beside you on the couch, he could see how heavy and exhausted your eyes were. Without a word, you reached out and let your fingers catch the hem of his shirt. Such a small gesture was enough to send a surge of pride through his chest.
When you reached your absolute breaking point, he was the only person you went to.
"Yeah, I know." Katsuki whispered, his hand gentle on your arm as he pulled you close against his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head, soothing you with a gentle back rub as he breathed in your familiar scent.
You were all his, and he was going to make damn sure you never doubted that he was the only one who could hold you together.
A moment like this was never something he took casually.
You turned your tense back to him at his gentle nudge, letting out a soft, grateful hum the second Katsuki's large hands found your shoulders, kneading the stress right out of you.
He knew exactly where you carried your tension, exactly how much pressure to apply without hurting you. Hell, he knew every inch of your body better than you knew it yourself.
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, murmuring in a low, exhausted voice about your absolute hell of a day—the day's frustrations, setbacks, and the exhaustion of trying to meet every expectation.
Katsuki didn't interrupt. He just listened with a tight jaw as he absorbed every word, his thumbs smoothing out the tension in your back as if he could physically pull the burdens off your shoulders himself.
When you finally ran out of words a peaceful silence settled over the room. The stress melted from your shoulders, leaving you completely soft under his hands.
Katsuki let his thumbs trace one last, lingering path down the curve of your spine before his hands rested on your waist. He desperately wanted to pull you against his chest, turn you to face him, and tell you straight to your face that he wanted to do this for you every single night for the rest of their lives. Fuck, maybe that was too much..
But he didn't want this just for tonight—He wanted it forever.
"I needed this.." He could practically hear the relieved smile on your face. "I needed you, Kats."
A sudden flicker of hope lit up in his eyes at your words, only to be completely crushed by the casual, easy tone of your voice. It wasn't the confession he yearned to hear. It wasn't an admission of love, or a plea to change what they were.
Swallowing hard, Katsuki buried his own aching desire and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. He knew exactly what you meant. He was your perfect escape, a familiar and reliable comfort to run to after a brutal day just to get your head straight before reality caught up.
You meant it with the same casualness you'd shared for months, just friends who took care of each other when things got heavy.
After all, it was what you two had agreed on in the first place. He swore he'd never fall this hard—yet here he was, never wanting to let you go.
"Yeah, well.." Katsuki mumbled quietly, sliding his warm hands under your shirt while his lips traced a slow trail of kisses straight down your spine.
Each tender touch and soft kiss said everything he couldn't say out loud right now. "I'm right here."
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Y/N is out having fun with her friends, but Izuku can't stop thinking about her. As the hours drag by, everything reminds him of the girl he loves, and he finds himself checking his phone nonstop. When a simple text from Y/N finally arrives, Izuku realizes that sometimes the hardest part of loving someone is waiting for them to come home.
Izuku sat on the couch staring at his phone after what seemed to be the thousandth time, he sat there waiting for a text back. Y/N had only been out with her friends for a few hours, but to him it felt like days.
He sighed and plopped himself backwards
“She’s having fun,” he reminded himself “I should be happy.”
Yet everything he owned in the apartment reminded him of her. The plushie with her face on it. The countless pictures of them on his walls. The scent of her spray was everywhere. Even the show that they would watch together felt wrong watching without her.
Even trying to play video games to distract himself didn't work.
His thumb pressed into their chat and he started typing.
I miss you.
Then he deleted it it didn't want to seem like a bug to her he wanted her to enjoy her time out but it was killing him how much he missed her.
He typed again after.
I really miss you.
But yet again he deleted it but then his phone buzzed.
Y/N: Having fun, but i miss you too.
Getting this message Izuku's face instantly turned red.
Before he was even able to respond she texted again.
Y/N: I'll be home soon.
A huge smile spread across his face as he hugged his phone to his chest.
katsuki bakugo who is secretly obsessed with the dominant way you take full control over his body and claim what's yours.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who attempts to stay loud and bossy while you're on top, but loses all his words to a pathetic whimper when you graze the sensitive skin along his chest.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who hides his burning face in the crook of his elbow, his fingers digging bruisingly deep into your thighs as his body shudders beneath yours.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who clenches his jaw shut or bites his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan, furious at how easily you make him vocal.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who tracks your every movement with a dazed, heavy stare, too proud to ever admit how addictive it is to look up and see you completely taking charge.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who pulls you down by your waist so he can bury his face in your chest, blindly catching your breast with his mouth to suck hard and drown out the dirty sounds he's making.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who lets out a strained whimper when the tightness becomes too much, gripping your hips tightly to beg you with breathless curses to slow down—"Slower, baby—fuck, you're trying to ruin me, aren't you?"
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who looks up at you with completely dazed, heavy-lidded eyes, while he purposely thrusts his hips up to meet you, losing his mind over how perfectly you clamp around him.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who won't let you look away for even a second, his hand gently wrapping around your neck to hold you centered just to watch you both go over the edge together.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who completely melts into the mattress after you finish, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while his fingers stay tangled in your hair, refusing to let you move away.
𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.
"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.
"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.
"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.
"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.
his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.
"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."
he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.
a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.
"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."
another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.
"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."
she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.
"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."
katsuki wants more than casual, but duty calls first.
He’s trying. He really is. He has spent the last two hours trying to focus on literally anything else—the stupid sports broadcast on the TV, Kirishima’s rambling about a new training regimen, the grime on the condiment bottles. But every single time you laugh, his eyes betray him.
His gaze snaps right back to you, tracking the way your eyes crinkle, the way your shoulders gently shake, and the way you effortlessly lie through your teeth about being single.
Because you aren't single. Not really.
"Come on, Y/N!" Mina whines, propping her chin on her hands. "There has to be someone. Your love life cannot be this dry!"
Katsuki is gripping his chopsticks so tightly his knuckles are white. He shoved a massive mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing with an aggressive intensity that screamed mind your damn business, even though he’s doing the exact opposite.
He was usually great at lying and caring even less, but this time was different. The higher he rose in the ranks, the more he realized he wanted to balance both his career and you—But that was something he'd keep to himself.
He refused to complicate your busy life or ruin the dynamic.
"I'm telling you, Mina, it's completely nonexistent. Between patrol shifts and agency paperwork, my bed is the only thing I have a committed relationship with." You played the part so well that, for a split second, even he almost believed you.
You belonged to him behind closed doors, both too busy climbing the hero charts to afford a real relationship. This—the late-night knocks on the door, the shared heat, the quiet understanding that you have each other's backs unconditionally without the messy labels—was supposed to keep things simple.
It was meant to keep distractions away and make life easier.
Instead, you’re all he can think about. And it left him wondering if he was the only one falling.
"Hey." Katsuki’s gruff voice cut through the goodbyes as everyone parted ways, gesturing to his car. "I'm driving you home. Get in."
You waved goodbye to the others and got in, the click of the door sealing you both in sudden isolation. The ride was suffocatingly silent—Katsuki shifting gears with brutal force while refusing to look your way.
You knew him too well. Knowing his moods all too well, you could tell this wasn't explosive rage, but a quiet, simmering irritation.
"Careful, Bakugo, you’re gonna break the steering wheel if you grip it any tighter." You teased lightly.
He let out a low grumble, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before anchoring back on the road. "Shut up. Drive's fine."
"Mm-hmm." You hum, shifting in your seat so you’re facing him more directly. "You’ve been glaring at me the entire night, until now. Is this about what I said to Mina?"
Katsuki’s hands tighten even further. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't give a shit about whatever garbage comes out of your mouth."
Having your full attention eased his tension, but his hidden desire for you was becoming impossible to ignore.
Stopping right outside your building, he cut the headlights but left the car idling, letting the soft motor purr fill the silence.
The moment he let go of the wheel and looked at you, his eyes softened, everything he'd been suppressing for months suddenly rushing to the surface as his gaze flicked to your lips.
He’s tired of the secrecy. He’s tired of the boundaries. He’s ready to just admit it—to tell you that the arrangement isn't enough anymore. He doesn't want to break it off; he wants more. He wanted all of you, completely.
But the moment he parted his lips to say your name—
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The harsh, loud vibration of your agency phone cut through the air like a knife—a brutal reminder that you were both far too busy for this—for love.
Your expression flipped from playful to strictly professional. "It's the sidekick from the night shift. There’s a containment breach near the commercial district."
Katsuki freezes, the words dying in his throat. He watches you hit answer—"Yeah, I'm down the street. Give me three minutes, I'll intercept."
With practiced speed, you locked your phone and unbuckled your seatbelt. The bubble is gone. The reality of your lives has crashed back in, cold and demanding.
"I have to run." You turned to him with an apologetic, breathless smile. "Thank you for the ride, Katsuki."
Before he can even process the use of his first name, you lean across the console. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek—a lingering, warm touch that jolted his chest—before you threw the door open and sprinted into the night, your coat fluttering behind you.
A harsh, necessary slap in the face from reality. Confessing tonight, breaking the rules of what you had built, would have been the wrong choice. Your lives are too loud, too dangerous, and too occupied to carry the weight of a traditional romance right now. The boundaries were there to protect both of your careers, and you had just proven exactly why.
He didn't say it. He couldn't. But Katsuki knows it doesn't change a single damn thing. The unspoken love he has for you doesn't vanish—it just settles deeper into his chest, burning just as fiercely, waiting for the next time you knock on his door.
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After Y/N had been craving and talking about apples. Izuku sets out on a mission to make sure he gets the best apples for her.
All Week Y/N Had been talking about apples. Apples this apples that, the only thing that she had been talking about was the apples.
While cooking dinner, she mentioned craving sweet red apples. The type of apples she used to get with her mom as a kid. The apples where at this little market her and her mom used to go to but she seemingly forgot where it was.
She had gone on a grocery run to the area but she went to the wrong store. The Apples didn't taste the same at all.
But By the 5th day of hearing about her apple craving, Izuku decided he was gonna go on a mission and find these perfect apples and surprise her.
After work, he had stopped at three different markets before finally finding a cute small little fruit stand hidden behind two stores. As he got to the stand he carefully checked every single apple for bruises, softness and weird spots until the owner pointed him out and started laughing.
“You’re taking apple finding way too seriously” The owner says with a chuckle
“These are for someone important.” Izuku said quietly continuing to inspect another apple
“You know, most people just grab the fruit and leave.”
“O-oh- I'm sorry. I just need to make sure they’re good, you know?”
“They for your girlfriend?”
Izuku’s face immediately turned red
“How- did- yes”
The owner laughed warmly.
“Relax kid, I only asked because you’ve been staring at the apple like they personally offended you.”
Izuku awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
“She’s been talking about these apples all week, and I wanted to surprise her. She used to come here with her mom as a kid all the time. I wanted her to taste that again.”
“I remember seeing a little girl and her mom all the time, she loved apples so much I used to have a selective batch for her all the time. But as time went by other stores my little old stand was forgotten. I only have 2 customers every day but I still love doing this.”
“But let me help you out, wait here for a second.”
Izuku had waited for the owner to come back and when she did she reached over and handed him a basket.
“Try this batch instead, it's on the house.”
Izuku blinked. “Really?”
“Yes of course she's gonna love them trust me, shes lucky to have a boyfriend that cares this much, and a quick tip if they smell sweet they taste sweet.”
Later that night, Y/N walked into the apartment to find a basket on the kitchen counter with a sticky note attached.
For your week long apple craving. - Izuku
I
zuku sat down on the couch with a bright smile waiting for her to take a bite.
The second she bit into one her eyes widened
“These are amazing izuku, they taste just like the ones I used to get with my mom. I love them. Thank you so much.”
“Really? Im glad it took a lot of searching but I got the perfect ones for you.”
“Where did you even find these Izuku?”
The proud smile on his face answered enough already.
Peppering katsuki with kisses while he rests from injuries 🥹 but then lowkey turns into a heated make out sesh 👀
Peppered Kisses ɞ·˚ KB — SPICY FLUFF! ♡♡
Katsuki completely forgets he was supposed to be resting, getting entirely carried away as he melted under the sweet barrage of her soft kisses.
Katsuki was propped up against a pile of pillows, looking entirely annoyed—not because he was in pain, though his heavily bandaged torso and braced shoulder suggested he should be, but because he hated being sidelined.
Y/N sat on the edge of the mattress, watching his jaw clenched in that familiar tight, stubborn frustration. He wouldn't admit it, but the latest training mishap had knocked the wind out of him, and the recovery girl's stamina-drain had left him exhausted.
"Quit staring at me." Katsuki muttered in a rasped tone, trying to glare at her through his heavy eyelids.
"I'm not staring, I'm supervising." Y/N replied softly, leaning over him with a small smile.
Before he could snap back, she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss right between his furrowed brows, making him instantly stiffen as a faint pink covered his cheeks.
"What the hell are you doing?" He grumbled, though his fingers gently catching the hem of her shirt to keep her right there.
Staying silent, she moved lower and carefully peppered feather-light kisses across the bridge of his nose and his scuffed left cheek, careful not to jostle his injured shoulder.
"Y/N..." He mumbled warningly, his face heating up as she continued to pepper his face with kisses.
She ignored his warning completely, leaving soft kisses across his cheek, his jawline, and finally right on the corner of his grumpy mouth.
She felt the tension melt from his muscles as his breathing hitched, his tough-guy facade crumbling right under her affection.
"You're annoying." He mumbled, his good hand coming up to tangle into her hair to keep her close rather than push her away. "Think you can just walk in here and soften me up?"
"It's working, isn't it?" She whispered against his skin, just before pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.
Stripped of any anger, the low growl rumbling in Katsuki's chest was a sound of pure, possessive hunger. The amount of her sweet, gentle kisses was driving him insane. He didn't want gentle anymore. He wanted her.
Before Y/N could pull back to look at him, Katsuki's grip on the back of her neck tightened in a firm but careful hold. He guided her head up and pulled her down into a real kiss.
Replacing the quiet moment with an instant, intoxicating heat, Katsuki kissed her with a demanding intensity while Y/N sighed against his lips, shifting closer while staying mindful of his bandages.
The kiss deepened quickly. Katsuki's tongue slid past her lips, claiming her mouth in a way that made Y/N's head become fuzzy. His hand slid from her hair down to her waist, pulling her flush against his side, needing her as close as physically possible on his lap.
Her soft whimper drowned against his lips as the frantic heat of the kiss took over, nearly driving them both to completely forget about his injuries and need for rest.
Just as his hand reached down to squeeze her ass, Y/N caught his wrist and whispered against his lips—"You need to recover.."—despite wanting him just as badly, leaving him groaning in frustration.
Katsuki threw his head back against the pillows with a heavy groan, lacing his fingers through hers in a soft grip as he muttered—"Don't start somethin' you can't finish."
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Peppering katsuki with kisses while he rests from injuries 🥹 but then lowkey turns into a heated make out sesh 👀
Peppered Kisses
Katsuki completely forgets he was supposed to be resting, getting entirely carried away as he melted under the sweet barrage of her soft kisses.
Katsuki was propped up against a pile of pillows, looking entirely annoyed—not because he was in pain, though his heavily bandaged torso and braced shoulder suggested he should be, but because he hated being sidelined.
Y/N sat on the edge of the mattress, watching his jaw clenched in that familiar tight, stubborn frustration. He wouldn't admit it, but the latest training mishap had knocked the wind out of him, and the recovery girl's stamina-drain had left him exhausted.
"Quit staring at me." Katsuki muttered in a rasped tone, trying to glare at her through his heavy eyelids.
"I'm not staring, I'm supervising." Y/N replied softly, leaning over him with a small smile.
Before he could snap back, she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss right between his furrowed brows, making him instantly stiffen as a faint pink covered his cheeks.
"What the hell are you doing?" He grumbled, though his fingers gently catching the hem of her shirt to keep her right there.
Staying silent, she moved lower and carefully peppered feather-light kisses across the bridge of his nose and his scuffed left cheek, careful not to jostle his injured shoulder.
"Y/N..." He mumbled warningly, his face heating up as she continued to pepper his face with kisses.
She ignored his warning completely, leaving soft kisses across his cheek, his jawline, and finally right on the corner of his grumpy mouth.
She felt the tension melt from his muscles as his breathing hitched, his tough-guy facade crumbling right under her affection.
"You're annoying." He mumbled, his good hand coming up to tangle into her hair to keep her close rather than push her away. "Think you can just walk in here and soften me up?"
"It's working, isn't it?" She whispered against his skin, just before pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.
Stripped of any anger, the low growl rumbling in Katsuki's chest was a sound of pure, possessive hunger. The amount of her sweet, gentle kisses was driving him insane. He didn't want gentle anymore. He wanted her.
Before Y/N could pull back to look at him, Katsuki's grip on the back of her neck tightened in a firm but careful hold. He guided her head up and pulled her down into a real kiss.
Replacing the quiet moment with an instant, intoxicating heat, Katsuki kissed her with a demanding intensity while Y/N sighed against his lips, shifting closer while staying mindful of his bandages.
The kiss deepened quickly. Katsuki's tongue slid past her lips, claiming her mouth in a way that made Y/N's head become fuzzy. His hand slid from her hair down to her waist, pulling her flush against his side, needing her as close as physically possible on his lap.
Her soft whimper drowned against his lips as the frantic heat of the kiss took over, nearly driving them both to completely forget about his injuries and need for rest.
Just as his hand reached down to squeeze her ass, Y/N caught his wrist and whispered against his lips—"You need to recover.."—despite wanting him just as badly, leaving him groaning in frustration.
Katsuki threw his head back against the pillows with a heavy groan, lacing his fingers through hers in a soft grip as he muttered—"Don't start somethin' you can't finish."
❥ IN WHICH, A frantic mistake leaves Y/N's nude photo "forgotten" but definitely not ignored, leaving Katsuki alone in the dark to handle his hard cock—all thanks to his clumsy assistant.
It was well past midnight, but Katsuki's mind was still racing with upcoming agency proposals. Remembering a crucial set of notes from earlier that afternoon, he aggressively tapped out a text to Y/N.
She was usually the most reliable assistant he had.
Katsuki : Send the picture of the board from the 2 PM meeting. Now.
He tossed the phone onto his chest, crossing his arms as he waited. Seconds later, it buzzed. Katsuki unlocked the screen, expecting the blurred whiteboard text and his own chaotic scribbles.
Instead, his eyes widened.
The image that filled the screen was definitely not from the meeting. It was Y/N, captured in a dimly lit room, completely naked. The camera angle was perfectly framed, showcasing her flushed skin, her tits, and her soaking wet pussy all in a single, devastating shot.
Katsuki froze, his breath hitching in his throat as his brain scrambled to process what he was looking at. Before he could even blink, a frantic barrage of texts started flooding the screen.
Y/N : OH MY GOODNESS IM SO SORRY
Y/N : PLEASE DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW
Y/N : I was trying to clear my camera roll and my thumbs were moving too fast please I beg you unsee it
Y/N : Just act like it never happened I am so incredibly sorry boss!!
He wasn't entirely sure if it actually was a clumsy mistake or some kind of bold move on her part, but his brain's confusion didn't stop his body's immediate reaction. Beneath his sweatpants, his cock hardened almost instantly, straining against the fabric of his boxers.
A low growl escaped his throat as he shifted on the mattress, his grip tightening around the edge of his phone. He didn't text back right away. He couldn't..
Instead, Katsuki slipped a hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock. His eyes were locked onto the image of Y/N on his screen.
He began to stroke himself, his pace slow and deliberate as his mind flooded with thoughts of her.
He imagined how tight she would feel around him. He wondered if she would make those same breathless, panicked noises if he was the one making her wet.
Every time she was around him at the office, her scent lingered in the air long after she left—a sweet, subtle fragrance that always drove him crazy, even if he'd never admit it aloud.
Now, staring at her completely exposed, that memory of her scent seemed to fill his bedroom, fueling the heat pooling in his gut. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N.."
His strokes grew faster—harder, his thumb occasionally brushing against the screen where her body was displayed. He gritted his teeth against a groan as he neared the edge, completely consumed by the image of his assistant.
When he finally came, it was a messy, heavy release that left him breathing heavily against his pillows. He threw an arm over his eyes, waiting for his heart rate to slow down—all he could think about was her, completely intoxicated.
Once his head cleared, Katsuki looked back down at the phone. He scrolled past her frantic apologies and typed a blunt, short response.
Katsuki : Don't let it happen again.
She wanted him to act like it never happened? Fine. That was exactly what he would do when they're at the agency tomorrow. He'd be his usual loud, demanding self, and she would be his efficient assistant.
But as Katsuki moved his thumb to select the image, he hit the option to save it securely into a locked folder in his gallery. He would act like it never happened—but he was absolutely keeping the picture.
Hey girly! I was wondering if like, you could write Katsuki and readers morning after thier FIRST first time together? Like, super fluffy aftercare type stuff?
Also, I LITERALLY LOVE U AND UR BLOG! 🩷🩷😘🥰
Morning Tenderness ɞ·˚ KB
The morning sun filtered softly through the bedroom window, casting a warm, golden glow across the sheets. For the first time in what felt like forever, the explosive energy that defined Katsuki Bakugo was completely gone.
Y/N was laying with her chest pressed against his side, her head resting comfortably over his heart. Each thudding beat against her cheek grounded her completely.
Katsuki’s warm hand rested gently on her bare back. It was a silent reminder that their shared vulnerability hadn't faded from last night.
Sensing his eyes on her, Y/N tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Katsuki’s crimson eyes held a rare tenderness, a side of him few would think possible.
A faint pink blush crept up his neck and cheeks the moment their eyes locked. He was completely flustered—the fresh memory of their night still fresh between them. It was something that was going to be cherished forever.
He cleared his throat, briefly looking away to find his composure before looking back down at her.
"How.. How are you feeling?" He murmured, his voice incredibly soft. "You doing okay?"
Her heart swelled at his gentle voice, remembering how affectionate and careful he had been all night.
It was a side of himself he had never given to anyone else, born from a profound well of love and trust that he had built solely with her. He cherished it just as much as she did—this quiet realization that he could let his guard completely down.
Y/N’s sleepy smile and soft "Mmhm" only made his blush deepen.
"Fuckin' beautiful." He whispered under his breath, his hand sliding up to stroke her hair.
Leaning down, he left a soft kiss on her forehead and stayed close against her skin. "You're so perfect.." He whispered an honest, sleepy confession against her brow, gently brushing her cheek for a soft kiss on her lips. "Can't believe you're mine."
With a quiet sigh, he shut his eyes as his hand returned to a slow stroke down her back. Wrapped in the warmth of the bed and his rhythmic touch, the memory of their first time was locked in their hearts.
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This is dedicated to my girlfriend happy 1 year baby
Izuku had been planning a anniversary surpise for Y/N putting in all the effort he can to make sure she feels special
Final preparations izuku prepared for something he was waiting for all year him and y/n’s anniversary he was super excited for the fact to finally surprise her with everything possible spending the whole night before preparing making sure everything was perfect for her.
It had been a year since he asked y/n out. Throughout everything the struggles the management between being a hero a being a hero and a boyfriend.
Throughout the pain and hurt. Throughout the forgiveness and working together. Throughout the arguments and fights. Izuku still loved y/n he was hers and she was his. He knew where he wanted to be which is why he wanted it to be perfect.
Izuku had everything ready he had bought her a ring she had been hinting at for months making it seem like he wasnt going to get it for her but he still ended up getting it. He knew how it would make her face brighten up after she saw it.
Izuku made sure to prepare himself to have enough money for their dinner. Making sure he picked out the perfect flowers for her.
“What kind of flowers does she like.”
“Lilles, pink lilies”
"Okay, come over here and pick out the one you like the most."
izuku made sure to pick out the best flowers not just the best flowers, but also picking it out with love.
"Did you know that flowers picked out with love live longer!"
"Oh.. i didnt know that."
Izuku took that to heart, he wanted the best flowers for Y/N.
And he saw them the most beautiful flowers in the shop and as soon as he saw them, he put all the love he could put in the flowers.
Izuku went to the cashier and bought them.
Izuku was finally ready he had the flowers, the dinner, the ring, he had everything he prepared.
It Was finally time to see Y/N, seeing her with her beautiful brown dress and izuku was matching with her. Her beautiful curly hair, sweet smell, natural makeup, and a beautful lip combo. Always being stunned by her beauty.
He had reached from behind himself where he was hiding the flowers.
Y/N was shocked to see what he was hiding
"These are for you Y/N, i picked out the best ones for you."
"These are beautful izuku, thank you." A huge smile forming on her face.
Izuku then took out the ring, Y/N was in shock she wasnt expecting him to buy her this, they had gotten into a arugement over him telling her that he wasnt going to get it for her, when the whole time he had it for her.
It was a surpirse she wasnt expecting and she loved it, she loved him.
working as katsuki bakugo's personal assistant at his hero agency.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who knew he made the right choice hiring you, the exact moment he saw you.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who stops mid-sentence during a massive board meeting the second you enter the room, his eyes following you until you sit down next to his seat.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who pretends to look at paperwork, just to watch you organize his schedule, secretly admiring how hard you work for him.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who accidentally yells at you on a stressful day and spends the rest of the week apologizing with your favorite coffee and a yummy pastry on your desk.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who proudly smirks from the head of the table when a client praises you, leaning back with a smug "Yeah, the best there is."
𑣲 boss!bakugo who burns with jealousy when other agencies notice your hard work, making it clear that you aren't going anywhere—totally unaware you have no desire to leave his side.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who stands directly behind your chair while you're trying to type, resting his heavy hands on your shoulders to 'help you focus' when he really just wants to touch you.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who glares at the clock every time you take a regular bathroom break, completely restless until he sees you walk back down the hallway.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who casually drops a brand new, expensive tablet onto your desk, barking that your old notepad was giving him a headache to look at.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who pays you outstandingly good, making sure your salary is higher than anyone else in the entire building.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who glares at any co-worker who speaks to you too familiarly, casually stepping into your space to remind them exactly who you belong to.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who blocks out a random two-hour window on his public calendar as "CRITICAL STRATEGY" but he's actually just letting you nap on his office couch.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who stays late working at his desk just because he sees you still typing at yours, refusing to leave you alone in the building.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who scoffs when you point out his tie is crooked, steps closer to let you fix it, and stares down at you while your hands are on his chest.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who catches you yawning at your desk, grabs your wrist, and tells you the workday is over because he's taking you home.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who raises a brow when you ask for a day off, approves it instantly anyway, and then spends that entire day texting you "important work questions" because he misses you.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who locks his office door at the end of a grueling week, pulls you into a tight hug, and mumbles about how he couldn't run this entire place without you.
𑣲 boss!bakugo who realizes you were never just an assistant to him, but the only woman he ever truly wanted by his side.
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