STARGIRL

Satoru Gojo was by all standards, painfully shy.

In front of family, friends, especially in public he was this awkward quiet boy who was too busy admiring his girlfriend to really pay attention to anything else, which you found adorable

He walked half a step behind you everywhere through the quad, across crowded streets, even into the classes you didn't share. always close enough that his presence pressed into your space. One hand always found your waist, like if he let go for even a second, you’d disappear.

“Baby, wait—” he murmured softly as you tugged him toward a storefront, eyes wide behind his glasses when you suddenly stopped in front of a window display.

“Ooh, look at that necklace” you awed, squeezing his hand and leaning closer to the glass. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, his arms slid around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as he stared not at the jewelry, but at you.

“ Toru?” you giggled, looking up “Hellooo?”

He blinked like he’d just woken up from a dream. “S-sorry sweets… yeah. It’s pretty, real nice.”

You smiled knowingly and stood on your toes to peck his lips, quick and teasing. His face went pink instantly, a soft, flustered squeak leaving him as people walked past like nothing was happening.

To everyone it was absolutely adorable.

The Beautiful popular girl and her nerdy valedictorian boyfriend. Always watching you like he couldn’t believe you were his. So whipped that with just one look of yours he'd jump into the depths of hell and come back with Cerberus as a gift.

Your friends teased that you were walking him like a dog, and that he looks like he'd never been touched by a woman. That you were polar opposites and he had to be the luckiest guy in the world for miraculously landing you

And maybe that was true.

In public.

But the thing no one ever saw was how the energy shifted when you were alone. The moment his dorm door shut behind you, things were very different.

“holy shiit, baby,” Satoru groaned, craning his neck to look down and see where you two were connected, “f-feels so fucking good.” he shuddered, head falling forward as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. you watched his broad chest heave with every breath,

strayed white hairs stuck to his forehead as he cursed obscenities through gritted teeth. moving his large hands to the curves of your hips, he urged you down, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, and the other gripping the roots of your hair as his mouth latched onto your neck like he was trying to suck the blood out of you.

“ohh—oh fuuck” you cried out when he started fucking up into you, the lewd plap! plap! plap! of his skin meeting yours making your cheeks heat in more ways then one.

The soft campus noise died. The shy air fell away.

And despite the genius he was Satoru couldn’t comprehend anything else save for the hypnotizing scent of your perfume, the softness of your skin, and the wetness that surrounded his cock with every delicious thrust

You yelped when he grabbed a handful of your ass without any of that gentle kindness you've come to be so familiar with, teeth nipping at your skin as you reveled in the pure raw pleasure threatening to swallow you whole.

“You do that on purpose?,” he grunted.

You raised a brow fighting to remain conscious. “Do what?”

“Pull me through crowds,” he murmured, groping at your tummy “Kiss me where people can see? Act like I'm your pet bitch. Like I'm some doe eyed virgin”

he chuckles lowly "Well look who's creaming like a virgin now"

before you could register his words, Satoru was pulling out and scooting down the bed so he could sit you on his face, his beefy arms locking around your thighs before his tongue was flicking against your clit.

doubling over, your fingers tangle in his hair as you choked on a moan. “oh G-god!” you squealed, your shoulders dropping in defeat upon feeling the familiar tension beginning to coil in your belly. Satoru didn’t give a shit about being soft or sweet when he had you like this, when he was devouring you like a man starved. times like this called for your ass and thighs to smother him in a way that made your pleasure feel entirely worth dying for

Your legs are shaking. one hand grips the sheets like they might save you, the other claws aimlessly at his head, searching for something solid while he tongue fucks you like he hates you.

You were boneless in his grasp it felt like you were seconds away from seizing and his eyes—god, his icy blue eyes they never stop looking at you. even when it feels like your getting split open

THIS was the man who'd never felt the touch of a woman? yea right..

"Satoru"—fuck! feels soooo good!—gonna cum!" you gasped when he eased up a bit, drool gathering by your lips, voice wrecked and hoarse

He made sure to hold you in place when overstimulation set in so that you couldn’t pull away from him until he was done, your orgasm ripping through you as you shook in his hold.

“don’t pass out on me yet, baby,” Satoru's voice dipped into a hoarse laugh,

“A-already c-came 'Toruu 'hic—I'm s-sorry ” you whine out pathetically, but Satoru’s not quite done with you, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips, " Awe I know you are sweetie" he coos with fake sympathy

"But You got another in you right hun? You can cum again,” he orders softly now, sadistic little undertone, now your the one whimpering like a virgin

" 'Sides I needa' hear that 'sorry' a few more times 'fore I believe it. Your a big girl baby you can take it" and as he flashed that evil smile you knew you were in for it.......

Afterward, when your legs won’t stop trembling and your body’s aching in the best way he has you all close and pressed against him, in the warmth of his bed as he brushes the fallen hairs from your face and smiles like he didn’t just suck the soul out of you.

He could never ever get enough of you,

Not when every time felt like the first time all over again. hearing you cry, seeing you squirm, there was never going to be another feeling that could top this one and if appearing as your little lap dog to the entire student body is what it took to get it

Satoru was more than prepared to make that sacrifice.

a/n: Hey guyss had some free time so new fics are getting written as we speak (especially Boxer!Mattheo) missed u sm!!!! Also y tumblr tryna play w me and flag my content like I don't already put out disclaimers?

The night was buzzing with laughter you, kie and Sarah lounging in oversized t-shirts braiding hair, watching trash TV, and hypocritically talking shit about kooks

"Bullshit!" Kie yelled eyes alternating between you and the phone. "You did not wear that to The Wreck. Its two scraps of fabirc being held together by hopes and a dream"

You bit your lip, guilty smile tugging at the corners. “And did, didn’t get carded. either” you said proudly

Sarah cackled, half-sprawled on the bed. “I bet rafe looved that.”

You snorted. “What he doesn’t know wont hurt him.”

What you didn’t know was across the island, Rafe, was in his room phone in hand, jaw tight as hell and plotting all the ways to kill a man. A story just popped up on Kelce’s alt account an account he only used to creep in peace.

Rafe normally ignored it, but the moment he saw your face all angelic, sexy, and wearing a tiny ass skirt with a matching top that was basically a bra? something inside him snapped.

And the caption?

“Putting ts on the spam ain't crazy?"🔥 #urwelcome”

Kelce had screenshotted your story.

But Rafe didn’t recognize the username.

Not as yours, anyway.

It was a private account. The profile picture was a manicured hand sticking up the middle finger. One that after enough staring he identified as yours Rafe made a new profile and requested to follow. You werent tagged in any of the posts but he knew you. He knew that smile. That pose. That goddamn outfit he specifically told you to get rid of.

And the longer he scrolled through months of content, videos of you dancing at parties, outfits he’d never approve of your followers being full of people he knew. The more that rage built in him, tidal and unforgiving.

You had a fucking Finsta.

And everyone knew but him.

Rafe stood up, eyes glowing with something dangerous, "Fuck!" he screamed tossing his phone onto the bed only to pick it up again and grab his keys.

He knew exactly where you were and you were non the wiser

Back at Kie's you were layed upside down on the couch watching Mean Girls when the most obnoxious knocking and yelling scared you right off the couch "Yo open this shit up" someone barked on the other side

You and Sarah locked eyes, silently praying it wasn’t who you both knew it probably was.

Kiara glanced at her phone in confusion “I didn't invite anyone else.”

Then the knocking turned into pounding.

Sarah stuck her head out the front window Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Umm guy's...." she said wide eyed "Dont freak, but that’s Rafe’s truck in the driveway.”

Your blood ran cold.

Before you could move, the front door slammed open.

"Rafe what the— Oh my god my door!" Kiara screamed the hinges loose and creaky

You stood up suddenly very aware of how furious he looked and how hard his eyes were locked on you .

“You got a fucking secret account?” His voice was low like he didnt belive the words coming out of his mouth “That’s what we’re doing?"

You froze.

“Rafe, what’s going on—?” sarah tried but he didnt let her words drop "Shut the hell up sarah" He was back to you

“What you thought I wouldn’t find it?” he barked, Holding his phone up with a picture of you bent over some bar with men in the backround clearly lusting over you on it's the screen. “Posting your ass all over the net like some fuckin’ influencer?”

You swallowed eyes darting toward Sarah and Kie, who were both frozen behind you and the embarassment started to kick in.

“I asked you,” he said, stepping forward veins pratically popping through his forehead “ No, I told you to keep shit like this between us.”

Your face flushed, shame and panic crawling up your throat “I—Rafe, it’s just for fun—”

“No it’s not. It’s for attention.

“Can we not do this here?” you squeaked

"What? Can we not do this here? " He mocked, laughing humorlessly "Get in the damn truck"

“Hey—calm down,” Sarah tried to step between you two.

“For the last time stay out of this, Sar" he spat “This ain’t about you.”

His eyes were burning holes into you.

“You’re insane." you breathed, trying to stand your ground even as your voice wavered. " I’m not going anywhere with you when you’re like this.”

Tears blurred your vision. You weren’t scared of him but the guilt, the thought of him being genuinely upset it crushed you more than any yelling ever could..

“Go wait in the car,” he said to you, voice tighter than before.

You didn’t move.

He lowered to your level “You can walk out like a big girl or i can carry you either way you’re not stayin’ here around people who don’t respect what’s mine.”

Kie scoffed. “She’s not a thing, Rafe—”

“She’s mine.” His voice echoed

head hung low you made your way out the house feeling the heat of all the eyes on you

The ride back was silent.

Though the second the front door slammed shut behind you, the air went heavy. You folded your arms across your chest, refusing to look at him "Don’t start sulking now," Rafe muttered, throwing his keys on the counter, jaw tense. “You earned that one.”

You scoffed, dragging your feet toward the stairs. “Yeah, whatever.”

“What’d you say?”

“I said whatever,” you snapped, still not facing him. “You humiliated me in front of everyone Rafe. They just watched the whole scene it was embarassing!"

“And you humiliated me,” he said like it was a shock you could be the vicitm here, “Every post, every fucking comment from some loser under pictures you kept from me? That wasn’t just lying. That was disrespect.”

“God, you’re such a drama queen,” you rolled your eyes.

Before your foot could hit the step, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you backward into his chest, his breath hot against your ear.

“You wanna act like a brat?” he muttered, voice gravel. “Fine. I’ll treat you like one.” he shoved you off him "Upstairs, now." and you didn't dare rebel, not this time.

You sat on the edge of the bed, arms still crossed, jaw set like a spoiled girl who knew she’d pushed too far. Rafe stood in front of you, calm now but that was always worse. Angry rafe was predictable but this eerily calm side of him let told you, you were in deep shit

“You had every bum on the island thinking they had a chance,” he murmured, brushing your hair off your shoulder. “You really thought that was smart?”

“I didn’t think you’d ever find it rafey” you muttered.

“Oh, I know you didnt. You made damn sure of that, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and looked away but his fingers gripped your jaw forcing your head up You swallowed.

“Thought you were smart, baby?” he stepped forward slowly, so close you could smell his cologne and the faint scent of a finished cigarette “But you forgot something.”

“What?”

He tilted your chin higher.

“I always find out.”

And then his hands were on you.

In one swift motion, he gripped the hem of your sleep shorts and yanked them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but a t-shirt and those pretty little panties you wore just to piss him off

You'd pushed him to far this time did a little too much and now you were paying the price. Bent over his thigh, your too big shirt hiked just above your hips

“You know what pisses me off the most?” he asked as he rubbed a soothing hand over your almost bare cunt. “It’s not the clothes. It’s not the parties. It’s not even the Insta.”

His hand landed on your ass with a crack, sharp and fast. You gasped.

“It’s the fact that you hid it from me. You let everyone else see, and not me. You gave them a show, but kept your own boyfriend in the dark.”

"Rafe thats not—"

Smack

You whimpered as his hand connected with your ass again, the harsh burn making you jolt upwards "Hush baby, its not your turn to talk" he cooed all condescendingly

“You want my attention, that bad?” he hissed, mouth right at your ear. “You got it. You got all of mine now.”

He grabbed your hair, tugging your head back, and whispered, “Count.”

“W-what?”

He smirked. “Every time I spank you, your gonna count f'me and if you mess up even once”

His hand caressed your cunt, slow and teasing, right before delivering another harsh slap.

“…we start over.”

Crack.

“One,” you gasped.

Crack.

“Two—”

Crack.

“Ah! Th-three…”

Your voice was shaky but he kept going, slow and painful between every spank, his hand would caress you softly, his fingers dipping lower just to brush between your thighs, feeling the wetness practically drooling from your heat.

“You’re dripping,” he chuckled. “Didn’t even make it to ten.”

You whimpered. “Rafe…”

“You don’t get to moan yet,” he muttered. “Not until I’ve ruined that bratty little mouth.”

He pushed you down onto your knees rough carpet contrasting against your plush skin your skin feels raw but your still clawing at his buttons. “That's it, thats my good little slut” he murmurs you pull down his boxers and his legnth sprung out like it'd been waiting all night.

His thumb brushed your lower lip as he stared down at you, eyes blown wide and jaw tense. “Open up,” he ordered, soft but sharp.

He was down your throat instantly, using your mouth like his own personal toy dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him.

"look at you" he cooed "Yeah takin' me so good pretty, least you could do after tonight" you hummed the vibrations going straight to his dick . He was so mean with the way he kept your head pressed against him not letting you up for even a second of air fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes as you choked on his length and all he could do was smirk at the sight

With a hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, your lashes flutter once his thick cockhead kisses the back off you throat. “mmphh” you gulp, saliva pouring down the corners of your swollen lips. Rafe groans, feeling how messily you were eating on his entire meaty length face dripping in precum and drool.

you hollowed out your cheeks and that was all it took "Fuuck" he groaned cumming right down your throat he gripped your jaw "leme see hun" you opened your mouth wide proudly showing how you swallowed it all.

You were panting with exhaustion jaw all sore and shit, but rafe didn't give you a moment of rest because a second later he was pulling you up from the ground and onto the bed

He flipped you over onto your back and climbed over you, staring down like you were something to devour.

“I should make you beg to ride me,” he said, gripping your jaw. “Make you cry until you say you're sorry for every damn post.”

You blinked up at him, dazed " didn't mean to upset you rafe"

“I know sweethart, just wanted my attention huh?"

he carresed your cheek

"You gonna let me remind you who you belong to?”

You nodded.

When he pushed in—deep and slow—you both moaned. The stretch burned. Your legs wrapped around him instantly and the sounds comng from you the look on your face it was down right embarrasing.

“Nuh-uh none of that eyes on me baby,” he demanded, one hand on your throat, holding you in place. “You look at me while I fuck you .”

He dragged his cock slowly along your folds, teasing, just watching you squirm. Your hips jerked with every nudge of the tip, breath hitching every time he bullied his length in a bit too far.

Your eyes fluttered open, tears spilling over the corners, and he knows your close

He spits right on your clit warm and thick rubbing it in with the swollen head of his cock until you’re crying at the loss of contact your walls clenched around nothing, and your lift your hips desprate for more. You felt so empty you could cry,

"Say you’re sorry." he teases pushing in just the tip

Your brows knitted together "I—I’m s-sorry"

" Y'know I don't fucking believe that" He says pulling out again "Say it like you mean it." he grunts

"I’m so sorry, rafe please I need it, pretty please, I'll delete the account, I swear—"

He lets out a pleased chuckle "I know you will sweethart," taking in your fucked out demeanor. Finally he pushes all of himself in knocking the wind straight outta you and Your convulsing as you feel him bottom out "Fuuuck," he hisses your eyes are roll back and he stuffs you full with every inch

"Taking me so fucking deep you feel that? Feel how full you are?"

You nod weakly, pussy fluttering around him.

You felt your orgasm build from rafe's thrusts as he hurried his pace again. that coil in your stomach about to snap his orgasm approaching too. "R-rafe im gonna—." your head fell forward, words so incoherent it was more like babbling "Aw pretty girl 'boutta make a mess all over this dick?"

and you nodded frantically like it was too good to put into words

Rafe was beyond entertained seeing you like this, all fucked out, and senseless from pleasure. "c'mon, show me how good that dick is sweetness." with his hand still around your neck, he made you look at him again.

" 'm c-cumming, rafe! fuuckkkk—" your voice cracked as your whole body seized up, back arching, eyes rolling, thighs trembling as you came all over his cock You felt his thrusts stutter and he groaned out a deep, guttural, “Shit—” as he spilled inside you. thick hot and heavy

You lay tangled in sheets and sweat, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, eyes fluttering as you blinked back into reality. Your skin was sticky and thighs still twitching. Rafe’s arm was heavy around your waist, pulling you back into his chest like he hadn’t just turned you inside out.

The only sound in the room was your shared panting.

“You good?” he asked, quietly

You nodded slowly, still catching your breath.

He chuckled, soft and smug. “Still mad at me?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t answer—just curled closer into him, cheek pressed against his chest.

“Still mad at me?” you murmured back, your voice barely audible.

He tilted your chin up again, kissed you "Not if you delete that shi—"

a/n: yall mybbb I been tryna get this fic out for 2weeks but I jus kept getting stuck Anyway got a bunch of boxer!Mattheo requests I can start now

The party started off calm. You and Kiri had arrived fashionably late, your hand in his, and a black thin strapped dress clinging to your frame like a second skin.

It was one of those frat house parties. lights dim and hazy, the air thick with sweat and regrets, blasting music friends you don't like, and a hook up in every other bedroom y'know the usual.

You only agreed to come because your Boyfriend begged. "Just a little while", he promised. "You need a night out baby" he coaxed. And he wasn’t wrong school’s been hell, and sleep was even rarer than free time lately.

You didn’t plan on staying long just enough to enjoy yourself.

But your boyfriend, shot glass in hand and a smile that promised trouble had other plans

You left him alone for literally ten minutes—ten. Enough time to do a lap, check your phone, say hi to some friends maybe even answer Momo’s texts.

But right now?

your immediately regretting leaving Kirishima near the jungle juice.

You found him lazily spread on a couch in the living room nursing a red solo cup tipsy off what must be his third round, and two many thoughts of you.

He was shameless cheeks flushed almost the same red as his hair, chest rising in slow deep breaths and smile wide and dopey as he leans into a convo with Denki and Sero. Or… more so a monologue.....

Because he hasn’t stopped talking.

About you.

He's pointing sloppily toward the hallway where he saw you last jaw slack and the coordination of a drunk elephant. “Swear to god, I thought I saw her walk past and I almost forgot how to breathe.”

“She’s, like, insane, bro,” he says, eyes glassy with affection and alcohol. “She fixed my stance in two seconds If that. Said my footing was all wrong and boom! Like that No more leg cramps. She’s a genius.”

Sero laughs, clearly entertained. “Dude, we know she’s cool 'don't think we need convincing.”

“No, like—you don’t get it. She’s not just cool, she’s- She’s perfect.”

Across the room, two girls in too tight dresses and itty bity heels glance over, clearly interested in the red-haired hero, probably recognizing him from headlines and sports features.

They continue their brazen staring before stalking across the room and slumping in the couch on either side of the pro hero. One leans in, saying something too soft to hear over the music caressing his muscled arm in the process.

Kirishima blinks, confused and silent for probably the first time all night then waves them off with an oblivious sloppiness. “Nah, I’m good. I got a girl.”

The girls share a look.

“She went to that sushi place last week,” he continues, totally oblivious to the flirt. “Said it was mid. I trust her taste more than my own. If she says it sucked? It might as well be poison 'cause 'mm not touchin' it.

Kaminari lets out a un-filtered cackle slapping the table like this is the funniest thing he’s heard all night.

The girls tho weren't so amused.

They scoff and walk off, heels clicking sharply against the floor—and still, Eijiro’s got no clue he just rejected them.

Because his gaze is on you now.

Somehow, even in his haze, he finds you in the dim corner of the room walking towards him. and his whole body lights up like someone hit a switch.

“There she is” he murmurs proudly. “Told you guys she was perfect.” he all but screams

You stop mid-step.

Half the room turns and you glare at him, embarrassed as he stumbles toward you like a puppy off-leash.

You bite back a smile watching him weave through the crowd—big, dumb, and entirely yours.

When he reaches you, he doesn’t say a word as he ushers you to the couch, just flops down and throws his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close with a content little hum.

The others laugh, wave, and inevitably leave you two to it—but in the mist of all the party action he’s still not letting go.

“Hi, pretty girl” he whispers, burying his face in your neck like he’d rather die than spend a second not touching you.

You don’t say anything at first.

Just run your fingers through his hair

“You good?” you ask softly hands cupping his face " Enjoying yourself "

He nods, blinking slow. “Had fun jus' missed you”

You hum, “I was here the whole time.”

His eyes flick open. “Yeah? didnt see you tho.” he slurs "And i was loooking- trust me"

You chuckle, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “I believe you babe but I was there, saw those girls talking to you and everything.”

He frowns, brows furrowing like he doesn’t even remember.

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “You turned them down.”

He pauses then grins. "course' I did.”

“But baby your drunk.”

“I’m always yours, even when I’m drunk.” He leans in, nose brushing yours, voice dipping into that low, gravelly place he only gets when he’s half-hard and clinging. “Especially when I’m drunk.”

Your breath hitches.

the thought of him being so loyal—so gone for you—even with soft hands on his arms, even with perfume in his face and compliments slurred into his ear? He didn’t flinch.

He just smiled, shrugged them off, and talked about you.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Alright, lover boy. Time to go.”

He whines softly. “But I was warm.”

“You’ll be warm in the Uber home too.”

Another whine. “Not as warm as you. You’re hot coco-temperature warm. Like—like a heated blanket. But alive and gorgeous.”

You laugh, pulling him up by his calloused hands with all your strength. “Say bye bye to everyone babe cars gonna be here in '5.”

He turns a little too fast and you tuck yourself into his side for stability. The party’s still loud, Kaminari's reenacting something way too animatedly and Mina’s dancing like it’s not well past 2 a.m

You raise your free hand. “We’re heading out guy s'been fun”

Mina spots you first. “Awww, already?”

“Yeah someone’s a lightweight gotta get home 'fore we all find out everythings he's eaten today" you say gesturing toward Kirishima, whos waving happily but never lets go of your waist.

“Love you guys” he says loudly.

“Get home safe!” Someone calls.

“Use protection!” Someone else adds.

The second you’re outside, the cool night air hits hard. Kirishima stumbles forward, swaying into you with all his weight.

“Whoa” you laugh, gripping his jacket tighter. “You’re massive when you lean like that.”

“You’re strong,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your shoulder. “I trust you. Wanna go wherever you go.”

You eye the Uber icon on your phone. “Well, I’m going into that black Camry pulling up over there.”

“Cool,” he breathes, like it’s the most romantic thing he’s ever heard. “Love that car. Great car mama 'world needs more of that car.”

You snort. “You’re a menace.”

He suddenly stops, eyes wide. “Wait. Did I tell you I love you tonight?”

You blink, thrown. “Yeah like a 100 times pretty sure you told everyone you love me babe"

“Not enough.” He cups your cheeks, leaning in close. “Love you. More than my muscles. More than protein. More than Bakugou loves yelling.”

You burst out laughing, dragging him toward the curb.

He holds the car door open, then turns around and hugs you instead of getting inside.

You sigh and manhandle him into the car, guiding his head to your shoulder as he melts into the seat with a dramatic groan of relief.

“Ohhhh yeah. Mmm.”

You shoot an apologetic glance to the driver, who just chuckles and starts the ride.

Halfway home, Kirishima’s fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, warm and slow against your skin. Not grabbing. Just touching, holding.

You glance at him. “Behave.”

“I am,” he whispers. “I cant touch my beautiful girlfriend anymore?”

You roll your eyes. But your smile betrays you.

By the time you get him home, he’s practically glued to you still drunk, but significantly more sober than at the party, hands wandering constantly—up your sides, over your hips, down your arms like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he stops touching you for even a second.

You barely get the door closed before he crowds you against it and your unable to do anything but take it.

There’s something almost primal about kirishima

Not literally of course —he’d never hurt you but there's something about the size difference in the way this big, beefy man's body curls around yours like instinct, like need. In the way his voice rasps in your ear when he's like this so completely enamored, absolutely full of you.

“Yer so fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles against your throat, breath hot, lips grazing the delicate skin beneath your jaw as he sucks deep purple bruises every where he can. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about you. All night—all night, baby, all I wanted was to come home and do this.”

His mouth is on you before you can respond—open and wet and desperate. He kisses like he’s starving, like you’re air and he’s been holding his breath his entire life. His hands slide under your shirt, fingers dragging along bare skin, calluses rough.

“My baby. So perfect, it hurts.”

Your back hits the wall. Then the couch. Then the floor, maybe—but it doesn’t matter. Not when he’s all over you like this. Not when every kiss gets hungrier, every breath heavier.

And then come the marks.

His teeth find your collarbone—sharp and sudden—and you gasp. He groans like it’s his name you moaned, not just a sound. Like you gave him permission to wreck you, gently and thoroughly.

He moves lower. Your shirt gets tossed somewhere. His lips travel like they’ve got a map of your softest places, leaving violet blooms and dusky red petals behind. Each hickey feels like a signature.

You try to match his energy, act just as confident—but every time he mouths over a new spot and hums against your skin like he’s savoring it, you feel weak all over again.

He’s warm and heavy and everywhere, kissing down your neck and growling low when you whimper its like your vibrating, like he's too close and too far all at once.

His hands slide beneath your waistband, dragging fabric down just a little—and that’s when your mind catches up to the haze.

“Wait.” You press a hand to his shoulder.

He pauses immediately, lips still against your skin, but his whole body going still. “What’s wrong?”

“You were like gone, earlier,” you say gently, fingers brushing his cheek. “Are you… okay now?”

He blinks. And then, like the fog clears in real time, his eyes sharpen. “Yeah,” he says, slower, firmer. “Yeah, I’m okay 'promise baby I sobered up a lot—too much, really you’re, like, painfully hot right now and I'm hyper aware feels like m'on crack”

You let out a breathy laugh, the tension easing.

“I just—” you glance away cheeks warm. “I want to but not if you wont remember by tomorrow.”

“I'll remember” he says quickly, and then softer “I wouldn’t let it get that far if I wouldn't. I’d wait. I’d always wait for you. to good not to savour”

He’s Still a little flushed and smiley from earlier, but very much here.

You nod slowly. “You good too?”

" I’m a little buzzed not gone tho. I know what I want.”

“Yeah?” His voice dips low again, warm breath on your stomach. “What’s that?”

You smirk, tugging him down by the collar of his hoodie. “You.”

He’s kissing down your down your collar bones and absolutely living for each of your little whimpers.

Your skin is flushed, your breath shaky, his weight pressing into you as his mouth trails slow, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your chest.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he groans, voice like honey. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

Your hands are tangled in his hair, fingers knotted in soft crimson strands as you try to keep from combusting on the spot. Every graze of his teeth Every kiss just sending you farther away but your mind drifts—just for a minute—to those girls from earlier. Hands on his arms. Laughing in his face like they knew they had a chance.

You know better now. You saw it. But still.

Then it came out you say it without even meaning to “Those girls were all over you tonight.”

His head lifts just slightly, a sharp glint in his eyes. “Really?” he murmurs, already smirking, voice slurred not from alcohol anymore—but from need. “You jealous, baby?”

You scoff, even as your legs tighten around his hips. “No. Just… surprised you didn’t feed into it, not even a little.”

He leans down until your noses brush again, his breath hot across your lips. “You kidding?” he says, and it’s almost a growl. “They don’t even exist to me.”

You blink.

He kisses you again, slower this time, his voice dipping even lower. “All I saw tonight was you. Every time I talked about you, I meant it. Every word. You’re everything to me."

You shiver.

he grips your throat fingers just below your jaw sloppily leaving open mouthed kisses on your stomach “I knew you were gonna bring it up. Knew you’d get all flustered.” He sucks gently on the spot until you gasp. “You got nothing to worry about, baby. But if you need proof—”

His hips grind just enough to make you jolt, and his smirk turns feral.

“I’ll give you proof.”

You open your mouth to reply—but he’s already moving. Shifting downward, tugging the blanket out of the way with little effort, the rough pads of his fingers sliding under your waistband.

What follows is… unhinged.

He strips you slowly, reverently, every inch of skin he reveals becoming another place to mark, to claim. His mouth trails lower, tongue flicking, teeth dragging, until you’re moaning helplessly and clinging to his shoulders.

He doesn’t tease long—just enough to make you twitch, make you beg, before he’s pulling his sweats low and pressing into you in one slow, hot thrust.

“F-fuck—” he groans into your neck, arms braced on either side of your head. “like heaven, swear to god.”

Your hands claw down his back. You can barely breathe.

He sets a steady rhythm, every roll of his hips sending heat through your spine. His voice never stops—muttering against your ear, into your skin, telling you how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, how good you feel around him.

“You’re it for me,” he pants, pushing deeper, slower. “No one else, baby. No one ever.”

You choke on a moan, your body trembling beneath him as he hits that spot again and again.

“You believe me, right?” he breathes.

“Y-yeah—” you gasp.

“Say it. Say you believe me.”

“I do—I believe you—”

That’s all it takes for something to snap in him.

His pace changes, hips snapping forward with a new hunger that makes your breath hitch. You can feel how close he is—how the tension’s wound tight in his frame—but he’s holding back, waiting, watching your face twist in pleasure with every thrust like it’s the only thing that matters.

“You’re so tight, fuuuck—” he groans, voice breaking.

You manage to smirk, drunk off the feel of him. Something wicked and satisfied curling in your chest—because you did this. You made Eijiro Kirishima—the man who never loses composure—come undone. You brought him to the edge and pushed him right over.

The look on your face must give it away, because his eyes catch yours—and he growls.

His heart clenches with a sudden rush of need—not just lust, but something deeper, possessive and raw. His head dips, lips finding your neck as he sinks his sharp teeth into the curve of it—just enough to make you whimper.

“Mine,” he growls against your throat. “You look so good with my marks on you.”

He doesn’t stop there.

He sucks hard, his mouth moving in tandem with his hips, each thrust brutal and precise, perfectly timed with each needy moan that escapes your lips. You're barely holding on now—your nails dragging down his back, your legs shaking from the overstimulation.

“Pretty girl,” he mutters again, kissing over the fresh bruise he just left. “My pretty girl. Always so good for me.”

You clench around him—tight, desperate, overwhelmed—and he feels it.

“Shit—baby, I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Y-Yeah,” you pant, eyes fluttering. “Me too, just—don’t stop—”

His hand slips between you, thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit, and it tips you right over the edge.

You come hard, soaking him as your body convulses, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. The sensation is too much and not enough and everything at once.

Kirishima follows you with a broken moan, spilling deep inside you as his hips falter. He buries his face in your shoulder, your name falling from his lips like prayer, like worship, like he’ll never stop saying it.

He collapses on top of you, panting into your neck, still whispering soft things you can’t quite catch over the ringing in your ears.

And for a while, everything’s still.

Only the sound of your mingled breathing fills the air, and the warmth between you sinks into your skin like something sacred.

BONUS SCENE

It wasn’t uncommon for Bakugou Katsuki to storm through the halls of UA with his usual scowl. loud reckless, mean, he treated everyone the same. Cursing anyone and everyone who dared to get in his way. Even the teachers would catch strays from his his easily triggered temper he was like a fire unpredictable, explosive. But there was one person in his life who had managed to slip past that fire, to see beyond that rough exterior and that person was you. You had been dating Bakugou for a little over a year now, and while the two of you were very much an odd couple by most standards—him loud, hot-headed, and fiercely independent, and you quiet but firm, with a calm confidence and a smile that could light up a room—something about it just worked. The fire and the calm. The chaos and the peace.

But bakugou wouldn't allow his time to just anyone you were powerful. quirk explosive and devastating practically a mirror to Bakugou’s. Maybe that’s what first caught his attention, the way he had to try a little harder to best you in training than he would've with shitty hair or dunce face, but it for sure wasn’t what kept it. Something was different you had a hold on him that even he couldn't understand. His prickly attitude didn’t disappear— of course not, he was still gruff, still barking orders and mummuring insults under his breath but his actions showed otherwise.

When you were sick and without energy to cook there was katsuki, shoving a steaming bowl of homemade miso soup into your hands with a grunt. When you were tired, he didn’t hesitate to carry you to bed, grumbling about how “a gremlin like you needs her beauty sleep.” And God forbid you complain about your textbooks straining your back. Bakugou would immediately snatch the bag off your shoulder and carry it effortlessly without a word, silently daring someone to say anything about it. Braids falling in your face during class? He’d lean over, gently grab them, in calloused hands, and tuck them back like it was second nature

The gestures were small and meaningful. Small enough where he thought they'd be over looked. He was wrong. Everyone noticed. Teachers gossiped in the lounge students spied on you two in between classes, even his parents picked it up when he seemed in happier spirits after talking about you. The whole building buzzed and whispered about it about Bakugou’s “favoritism" but for the life of them no one really understood why? what make him hold you to such high esteem?. That is until exams.

On a Friday evening during finals week, the library was practically deserted most students likely had plans and the library was abandoned. The sun was setting, casting a warm glowy light through the windows. You and Bakugou were tucked into a quiet corner, his plain books and notebooks in clear contrast to your sparkly colorful ones spread out across the table.

It had been a long, insufferable week, of cramming information and writing so many notes your hands were cramping and your mind was running a million miles a minute you were so occupied with the stress of finals you hadn’t even noticed how it had be weighing on you until now.

here you were staring down at an impossibly complicated quadratics formula in your textbook, the same one you’d been trying to crack for the last hour it was so overstimulating you could sense everything. the quiet clicking of the clock on the wall the soft breathing of bakugou the scent of stale paper the creaking of floor boards it was to much.

Something snapped all of a sudden the frustration was too much you felt your mind just stop. The numbers swam, the letters jumbled. Next thing you knew your throat tightened, hands were beyond sweaty and before you could stop them tears welled up in your eyes and started spilling over.

Bakugou noticed immediately.

"what the hell—?" He started Face still partially in a book His voice softened mid-sentence as he looked up to see your shaking hands

Without a second thought he was making his way to your side of the table and kneeling down to eye level. His rough thumb swiping the tears as they fell with all the gentleness he could muster. He cupped your cheeks softly cradling your brown skin like it was the most valuable thing on earth.

"Hey, hey look at me” he soothed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead ”Breathe” he whispered. Then another, right on the nose pulling a hoarse laugh from you “ I’m sorry for freaking out I hate this class, I just feel so stupid” you sigh frustrated at yourself at that he firmly grasped your wrists " Hey don’t say that shit you hear me? You’re not stupid you’re stressed. And with the way you’ve been working I’d be too.” You sniffled, nodding wordlessly, heart threatening to pound right out your chest. He pulled you in flush against him, letting you lay there as you calmed down, his hand stroking your back “ We’ll take a break, yeah? Head to the dorms and steal some of shitty hairs snack stash”

you laughed a genuine laugh feeling much better.

However what neither of you realized was from the end of the aisle, Mina and Kaminari had seen everything.

They didn't stick around to see what happened next.

Once Bakugou successfully calmed you, you and he packed up and with that he grabbed your hand and tugged you along to his dorm room.

Inside, the real Bakugou the one only you got to see came out

He pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple, cheek, lips, anywhere he could reach really, over and over like he couldn’t get enough. His hands roamed gently, not out of lust, but of love rubbing soothing circles onto your back it was times like these where time felt still and you knew just how much you meant to him

"You’re not just some girl to me," he muttered into your head sounding muffled by your bonnet, voice low but firm."You're mine. Always been, always will be."

You smiled against his pillow and before you knew it sleep had taken you.

The next morning, daylight streamed excitedly through the windows of the dorms. You feelt great your head was clear, chest lighter. It was amazing what a night full of gruff whispered reassurances, and sleepy kisses from Katsuki could do. You spent a couple groggy minutes rotting in bead trying to make the most of your Saturday free time but he wasn’t having it as Bakugo had long been awake. He stood in the doorway with his classic gray sweats and black wife beater combo he was dripping having just came from washing his face.

Weekend or no Katsuki remained in early riser and you were forced to adapt “s’eight in tha morning the hell’ are you still doin’ in bed?” He said shocked as if Saturday wasn’t the universal rest day. You grumbled throwing the blanket over your self and closing your eyes "M’tired Kat’s few more minutes” you gasped as he snatched the fabric off you in one swift movement "C'mon, woman, we need to eat. You skipped dinner last night."

Together, you got ready Katsuki tugging one of his hoodies over his head and you slipping into some of the spare clothes you leave in his room for sleep overs. His hand found yours as you ou left the room, and without hesitation he laced your fingers together as you made the walk to the common room for breakfast.

The second they stepped into the room they were ambushed with a flood of their classmates you’d think it was an earthquake the way the ground shock with their hurried footsteps

Mina practically leapt over the couch, Kaminari right behind her. "Katsuki Bakugou, you jerk!" Mina shouted dramatically, pointing a very aggressive finger at him. "How could you toy with her feelings like that?!" Kaminari added, looking genuinely betrayed.

“Not cool man, not cool.” Kirishima said disappointed from the comfort of the couch

The rest of the class was there too, some standing, like Lida and some peeking from the kitchen, like Koda all glaring like he’d personally declared war on their favorite person.

Bakugou blinked, completely thrown off. He tightened his grip on your hand and shot you a quick, confused look as if to ask what everyone was on about. You were just as baffled and looking for that answer too.

You ran an irritated hand down your face "What are you talking about guys?" Bakugou barked, scowling.

"He used you!" Mineta spoke up in his nasaly voice “Mina and kaminari saw” at that you raised a skeptic eyebrow “and the ‘hell do pinky and sparks over here think they saw”

looking not as confident as before Kaminari reluctantly explained "Well we saw you kissing her last night, and you were all sweet and comforting! You don't even like people! So we figured you were just being... I dunno, gross assumed you were playing with her or something” he shrugged

"Used me?" You repeated eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. Then, realizing what had happened, you bit your lip to stiffle a giggle Katsuki’s face, meanwhile, darkened like a brewing thunderstorm —not in anger at his classmates, but at the idea that they thought he of all people would ever play with your feelings yeah he was mean but even katsuki wasnt that evil he looked over to see you about to explode with laughter and was not amused.

He let out a long, pissed off sigh, then pulled You against his side, throwing an arm casually but protectively your shoulders.

"We're dating, dumbasses," he said bluntly. "Been together for months. And you stop laughing s'not fuckin funny" he said with a pointed glare at you with no real mean behind his words

The whole room went silent as you and katsuki bickered like an old married couple.

Mina’s mouth dropped open. Kaminari's face froze mid-horror. Sero nearly dropped the cup he was holding.

"Wait, wait, what?" Uraraka gasped from the kitchen.

"How did none of us notice?!" Kirishima shouted, genuinely scandalized.

"Because we didn’t tell you, wasn't anyone's business but ours really" You spoke up, voice warm and amused. you leaned into Katsuki’s side, letting him snake an arm around your waist.

"But why?" Mina practically whined, looking betrayed.

Bakugou shrugged, slipping a hand casually underneath your shirt his voice was softer than usual.

"We're private," he said simply. "Not a secret. We didn’t want a bunch of extras up meddling in shit that that's got not nothin' to with them." He said glaring at Kami and Mina after what was clearly a sub "And I wanted to keep it low-key," you added, giving a little shrug. "At least until we were ready."

"Respectin’ her wishes," Bakugou said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like it was second nature.

Their classmates stood there, stunned, watching Katsuki Bakugou act like a doting boyfriend without a shred of shame. After a long beat of awkward silence, Sero snorted. "Man, this is hilarious." "Bakugou’s whipped," Kaminari whispered, clearly forgetting Bakugou could hear him perfectly.

"Say that again and I’ll blow your damn teeth out," Katsuki growled, but it lacked real heat. His focus was entirely on you which was enough to calm his gruff attitude.

As everyone slowly adjusted to the shocking news, the room lightened again with laughter, teasing comments, and playful nudges you rolled your eyes at the chaos, grabbing breakfast plates for you and katsuki.

Yeah, maybe it was funny to them. But to Bakugou, you werent a fling, you weren’t a secret, and you definitely werent a joke. you were his

And he was yours.

Since the beginning, as far back as you can remember there was never a time when the tall curly headed boy wasn't in your life, this proved to be true when your dynamic duo had matching cribs as babies an inseparable bond as kids and practically soul ties as teens.

It had been Miles and you against the world together for as long as you've been alive. A universally proclaimed couple and you couldn't be happier to have him.

When you we're kid's and your Mom worked as a teacher at your school she did everything in her power to keep you and he close. You'd hold hands during recess share your snacks at lunch and get each other toys on valentine's day it was the purest kind of love.

Then one day as you and your best friend were sat on the stairs of your apartment sharing an empanada he stood up. Miles took the blue ring pop out of his back pocket blush prominent against your brown skin as he got down on one knee in front of you.

"Me and my Mami went to a big party last month called a wedding and she said when you like somebody a lot this is what you do" he smiled fallen baby teeth obvious. His grubby hands pushed the ring on your equally little fingers "And I like you way more than a lot" He huffed proudly.

"I like you way more than a lot too Mile's" your chunky cheeks raised to a smile. Rio accepted you as her daughter in-law with no objections.

Your childhood day's went by as fast as they came, and pretty soon you and Miles were in high school, older now. There you and he quickly discovered that everybody had somebody and if somehow you didn't, it was bound to happen. So Miles took it upon himself to fend off any guy that even thought about going their with you acting as personal bodyguard from then on out.

"Ma, that nigga just whistled at you and you want me to do nothin?" he looked down at you with a stunned expression "You can't be serious". One of the underclassman had just wolf whistled at you probably to impress his friends and even though being gawked at was never a great feeling you shrugged him off. Being a girl means getting cat called was inevitable, and despite you trying to convince him it was okay, Miles was gonna knock the teeth down the freshman's throat if you didn't stop him. You sighed hand on his cheek now making him look at you "I know miles but its whatever really, I'm not worried about it so you—" and before you could even get the words out he was gone bolting after the terrified kid.

You also made damn sure to fend of the constant flow of groupies that gravitated to him. When girl's would push past and approach him right in front of you, you'd always keep it classy, but a side-eye or a murmur under your breath sounding a lot like "desperate bitch" when they would shamelessly flirt with Miles right in front of you immediately gave away your jealousy.

"So what's good with you and that one girl?" you tried to say calmly as Miles laid his head comfortably on your lap, but the venom in your voice as you choked out her name was all but discreet. "Who even is that?" he looked up at you lost "Her name Ashley or somethin' you know, tall, blonde, annoying— always has her hands on you even though she got a whole man" you tried to sound nonchalant but that petty quip didn't go unnoticed.

at that, his eyes widened and he scrunched his face with a scoff " Cálmate nena nadie se preocupó por su culo sediento I don't want her hermosa" He smiled squishing your pouting face.

He clicked his tongue mumbling something about how you gotta stop asking him dumb shit "I'on know whats with her and following me around but nah you know I don't be feelin' these other girls" he smirked an emphasis on Other.

The care was mutual you we're always there for Miles especially when the news about the murder of the NYPD chief of police came about. Every step of the way you could be found giving support at the funeral you kept Miles shaking hand in the comfort of your own reassuring he'd get through it.

You were there when he came to your window one night breaking down as you saw him adorned in his prowler suit for the first time. No you weren't the most thrilled when he begrudgingly confessed that he was in fact the Brooklyn vigilante on the news and no this wasn't the greatest way to grief. Still, you stayed by his side and supported him at the end of the day he was a grieving boy confiding in you, something he couldn't with his own mother, so you'd hide the suit in your closet, kiss his forehead and tell him it was okay.

You and he being together for all the intimate moments in life gave you a sense of security, it made it easy for you to assume what you had was more than a friendship. That's why your ever questioning friends cornering you about it resonated all the more.

You were sat at lunch checking your phone when your friend Kim flopped dramatically in her chair "Ughhh its not fair, why all the nigga's here gotta be such assholes" she complained to no in particular. Your group laughed but she was not amused "Nah I'm for real y'all, like seriously where the guys like Miles be at" she pouted "I'd kill to have what y'all do always bein' cute and shit s'damn shame the rest of us mere mortals don't" with a sigh she rested her head on your shoulder now "too bad your not datin' he a catch girl".

"Wait what?" you dropped your fork taken a back "What do you mean we're not dating?" the table looked at you with confusion "Well are you? I mean you don't refer to him as your boyfriend" the same curly headed girl spoke . You were speechless " A'ight so what Kim because I'm not showin' my man to everything that breathes means we're not dating?— we're just private people the whole school doesn't have to be involved to officiate our relationship" you huffed, irritated.

Another friend of yours started hesitantly "Right and that's cute and all hon' but this gives more situation-ship then anything, you two never post each other but your always hanging out and gettin' jealous over the other, You do all the couple things without the label" she raised her hands defensively. The whole table collectively agreed was that really all you and Mile's were? A glorified situation-ship?.

You wanted to argue, but what could you have even said? Mile's didn't ever ask you to be his girlfriend and he wasn't physically affectionate to you in school. If he popped up with a girlfriend tomorrow you wouldn't even have a valid argument. So on the walk home you made up your mind to figure out where you stood with him.

You’re both watching Netflix on your living room floor your back pressed against his chest, you sat between his legs warm breath hovering over your neck while he’s got a soothing hand rubbing your thigh, “Miles what are we doing?” he pauses upon your question registering. “Uh- thought we was watching grand army mami why you tryna do somthin' else?” "Don't be cute Miles I'm being serious" you deadpan losing patience by the second at that he straightens. "Okay whachu' mean by 'what are we doing' Ma? I'on read minds" "What are we doing like relationship wise? like am I your girlfriend—"

He looks confused and a little hurt, his entire face scrunched shocked you'd even ask. He runs a hand down his face in disbelief “All these years of me showing jus' how much I love and obsess over you, and your dead-ass askin' me if your my girlfriend.” he says looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression. “ The late nights, matchin' sneakers random bouquets of flowers? Como oh dios mio chica were the signs not there Princessa?” he says sarcastically an eyebrow raised.

You flush recalling just how much he does for you, “No Miles s’not that kinda stuff. I don't know me and some friends we're talking and they just made me realise you've like never explicitly asked me out before, in school we're not affectionate either and y'know I just started thinkin' i didn't mean as much to you as I thought....” you mumble. he stares at you sombrely thinking from your perspective he could understand why it looked that way.

He yanks you on his lap making you look at him and pushes a fallen curl from your now shy face "Un-fuckin-believable" he murmurs. You're avoiding eye contact when he grips your chin looking you in the eyes and kisses you. It was hopeless with this boy, you walked in radiating a bold confidence and he reduced you to a shy, flustered puddle, you tried you couldn't keep the irritated facade around him Miles made you melt like butter.

"Tienes que dejar de escuchar a tus amigos tontos, pero lo siento Mami. Y'know I never meant to make you think tha' way right? 'course your my girlfriend" he says softly and sincerely. "Sides' it's been me and you against the world since our matchin' cribs" he teases poking your side and you cant help but laugh.

In that moment all the doubts your friends had planted in your head vanished it really was you and Miles against the world. He never doubted it and now you wouldn't ever again.

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