a pathological people pleaser

𐔌 paring: k. bakugo, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, a. mina, k. jirō 𐦯

a/n: I know the band is not really composed like this - but like, HEAR ME OUT!!

baku!band who simply can’t function, nor live without you.

drummer!bakugo who allows you to keep him company during his solo drumming sessions. letting your body rest over his. your hands on his shoulders, coddling his tired, exhausted muscles. your head on his chest - listening to his heartbeat, slowly increasing every time your lips glide over his damp, sweaty skin. your legs parted, on either side of his big, strong thigh.

drummer!bakugo who slithers an arm behind your back, keeping you grounded, keeping you steady. his leg softly bouncing under your body, following the heavy rhythm of his music. too absent in his own work to even notice the way your breathing catches in your throat. or the way your lips part, and your cheeks reddens.

drummer!bakugo who senses you move on top of him - erratic, yet subtle. your hips gently grinding over his thigh. your sweet, needy pussy crying at the absence of attention, leaking all over his expensive trousers - leaving a big, nasty patch of tears after her every move.

drummer!bakugo who drops everything once he fully understands the gravity of your needs. his hands on your hips, pushing and guiding you to move faster, harder on his leg. his thigh flexing, bouncing, moving for and with you. everything to help his sweet, favorite girl get off. his hands plastered over your candied, trembling figure. his fingers toying with your clit for you, amplifying your pleasure at every little circle he traces.

drummer!bakugo who talks you trough it, the whole time - whispering, groaning, growling debauched little phrases in your ear. “i can fucking feel you baby, pulsing like that onto my leg — fuck” “shh, you keep going f’me, c’mon. i’m just touching her a lil’, miss my favorite fucking girl” “you’re making a mess. aw, look at that — holy shit — she’s crying, baby. that’s so mean, you lettin’ her cry like that? tut-tut make yourself cum. no begging. on your own, c’mon”

drummer!bakugo who watches you convulse as your orgasm hits you. your body stiff, arched, fucking perfect. your face scrunched up, your cries like the filthiest of symphony hugging and dancing though the air. and fuck, he can’t help it - not when you look like this, not when he loves you so much.

drummer!bakugo who just creams his pants at holy the sight of you.

thinking unholy thoughts about kirishima being obsessed with you even though you're his best friend's gf 🤭

like every time you come over he's placing pillows on his lap to hide his erection, has to tuck his cock into the waistbands of his sweats when you surprise him in the kitchen late at night

eavesdrops on you and bakugou fucking—can you blame him? the second he hears that obscene plap plap of skin on skin he's imagining his face in between your thighs, cleaning you up between sessions

bakugou immediately knows that his friend has a massive crush on you. he might be possessive but he also love love loves when his baby is getting attention, lives for showing you off

and he's no idiot, he sees the way you look at kirishima, knows that sometimes you moan a little bit louder than you need to in the hopes of the red-haired man hearing. he'd be lying if the thought of teaching his best friend how to fuck his girl doesn't turn him on

"listen to her squeal kiri, she gets so fuckin' loud when you're rough, don't worry about hurting her"

kirishima is so sweet in comparison to bakugou, peppering kisses down the column of your throat, whispering in your ear about how good you feel

"how come he's not over here complimenting you, pretty girl?" as he's manhandling you onto his lap, spreading you open so he can see how wet you are for him

bakugou coming up behind you, hands steady on on your shoulders, admiring the curve of your body as you start to sink down onto kirishima, "you've already got enough of an ego, don't ya baby?" he tips your chin up with a thumb. "now don't be rude, look him in the eye when you ride his dick"

fuck i'm gonna have to write a one-shot

update: that one-shot happened

The sleek, dark interior of Katsuki Bakugo’s brand-new car smelled like fresh leather and, unfortunately, cheap bar snacks.

It was late, and the city lights blurred past the windows as Bakugo drove down the highway. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. Even though he had clearly told these idiots he was not their personal taxi, he didn't stop them anyway.

"Man, this ride is so smooth." Kirishima sighed from the passenger seat, leaning his head back against the headrest. "Pro Hero Dynamight driving a luxury car. We've really made it, guys."

"I am going to throw all three of you onto the highway if you spill a single crumb of whatever the hell Ashido is eating back there." Bakugo growled, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.

"I'm being careful, Katsuki, relax!" Mina Ashido laughed from the backseat, dangling a fry over Denki Kaminari’s face. Kaminari happily took the food. "Besides, you're just grumpy because it's past midnight. Usually, you're asleep by ten to keep your 'peak hero condition' or whatever."

"I will end both of you..." Bakugo muttered, though his speed didn't change.

Suddenly, the dashboard screen lit up, cutting through the low hum of the engine. A sleek holographic display appeared above the steering wheel, showing a contact name that made the entire car instantly go quiet.

[ Calling: (Y/N) 🤍 ]

Before Bakugo could even reach for the controls, the system automatically answered, switching to the car's Bluetooth speakers.

"Katsuki?" Your voice filled the car. It was calmer now than it had been before, carrying the steady, comforting tone of an experienced Pro Hero. Over the speakers, the faint sound of a cup being opened and closed could be heard in the background.

"Yeah. I'm here." Bakugo’s voice dropped lower, the rough edge instantly disappearing from it. It was a change so small, yet so obvious, that Kirishima, Mina, and Kaminari immediately exchanged wide-eyed grinning looks in the dark.

"Are you still on patrol? You usually answer when you're heading back to the agency." you asked. There was a brief pause. "Wait... Are you driving the new car?"

"Yeah." Bakugo grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. "I'm driving."

"Did you pick up the stray puppies?" you asked, clear amusement in your voice. From the passenger seat, Kirishima couldn't help himself. He leaned closer to the dashboard microphone. "Hey, (Y/N)! We're not stray puppies! We are respected top-fifty heroes!"

"Eijiro? Ah, I knew it." You chuckled softly through the speaker. "Are the others there too?"

"Hey girl!" Mina chimed in immediately, leaning between the front seats. "We're all here!"

"(Y/N)!" Kaminari shouted from the backseat. "Please tell Bakugo to stop driving like we're carrying the fate of the world in this car."

"I am driving normally."

"You sped up because Mina dropped a fry."

"That fry was headed for my seats."

"See what I mean?" Kaminari sighed dramatically and you laughed. "Hi, Denki."

"Thank you! Finally, someone acknowledges my existence."

"I noticed because you're the loudest one." Kirishima burst out laughing. "She's got a point."

"I thought we were friends." Kaminari said, sounding genuinely hurt.

"We are."

"Oh… Okay, that's actually nice."

"Shut up before I leave you at the next gas station." Bakugo growled.

"You hear that?" Kaminari said into the microphone. "This is the abuse I deal with every day."

"No one is forcing you to be in my car."

"Friendship is forcing me."

"Don't worry, he won't..." you replied smoothly, completely unbothered. "He spent three hours waxing that car last weekend. He'd never risk the inside getting dirty if you guys had to walk home in the rain."

"SHUT UP! I'm hanging up on you!" Bakugo yelled at the dashboard, his face turning a bright shade of red that the passing streetlights painfully showed off. "Why the hell are you even awake? You're supposed to be resting your eyes after that tracking mission!”

Even after all these years, your vision still needs careful management according to the doctor's orders, and Bakugo was infamously strict about your recovery schedule.

"I was just finishing the incident reports. I'm going to sleep now." you said softly, your voice becoming much gentler, meant only for him. "Don't drive too fast. I left the porch light on for you."

Bakugo’s chest rose and fell in a heavy sigh. The tension in his shoulders disappeared completely. He looked at the glowing screen, his expression softening into something so openly affectionate it would've terrified his enemies.

"Yeah. Whatever. I'll be home soon..." he murmured. "Go to sleep."

"Alright, Katsuki. Bye everyone!"

The call ended, and the dashboard returned to the navigation map. For a second, the car was completely silent. Then Kaminari suddenly gasped, sitting straight up in the backseat, his eyes wide.

"Did... did Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight just use a soft voice? Did he just say 'I'll be home soon' like a loving husband?!"

"Shut your damn mouth, Kaminari!" Bakugo barked, though the blush on his ears gave him away completely.

"Oh my god, 'I left the porch light on for you.'" Mina copied in a high-pitched, dramatic voice, clutching her heart. "They are literally so domestic I'm going to cry. Kirishima, did you see his face? He looks like a whipped puppy!" Kirishima agreed, wiping a fake tear from his eye as he looked at Bakugo. "We're so proud of you, man."

"I am locking the doors and driving this car straight into the ocean!" Bakugo roared, stomping on the gas pedal as the car sped down the empty highway.

But despite his shouting and his friends' endless teasing, Bakugo couldn't stop the small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He checked the clock on the dashboard, eager to drop these idiots off so he could finally head home to the light you left waiting for him.

↬ synopsis :: your a freshman in college when you meet this amazing group of friends, you've only known them for a semester and you're sure you'd jump in front of a train for all of them. except, they'd never do the same for you. that's what you tell yourself anyway.

↬ tw: angstt, slowburn, reader has low self esteem & insecurities about her value/purpose as a person, bakugo is kinda a blunt asshole, polybakusquad x reader, (mina not romantically included for this one srry 😔) highly suggestive, implied sex—no smut, lowercase on purpose, incorrect portrayal of collage housing, courses, lifestyle etc. underage ingestine of weed/alcohol, happy ending, plot improv, slow updates

i :: ﴾ paranoia ﴿‏

➘ you smoke too much with your friends.

ii :: ﴾ avoid at all costs ﴿

➘ ignoring 4 people is alot harder than you expected.

iii: ﴾ getting over it ﴿‏

➘ apparently you find yourself immune to feelings. or not.

iv: ﴾ out of the loop ﴿‏

➘ the boys were busy while you were gone.

v: ﴾ hey party people ﴿‏

➘ social gatherings aren't your strong suit, clearly.

vi: ﴾ ﴿‏

➘ tbc

⌗ ... short series! have fun. ( crossposted on ao3 )

a few people asked, just to be clear, i don't do taglists of anyform, please stalk for updates! happy reading! 🫶🏾

{Idk what to call his blackwhip things so I just use whips. But they are just tentacles}

✦ ──────── ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ──────── ✦

We can all agree, even if you don’t think izuku is a dom-

That if he was pissed off at your lil games, either teasing or acting up, even fake flirting to get him jealous— he’d use blackwhip on you in a number of ways.

Holding you up in the air while the black strings hold you in place with he fucks you so good and rough, using them to slam you back down to the base of his cock every time. Or, using them as tentacles and fucking you with them. Using one to fuck your throat. Two to play with each of your nipples. Or even one to constantly slap your ass.

Izuku would also be so mean when he’s pissed off when he wants to be.

“Why do you have to be a brat?” His fingers carefully tugged at your chin. You continue to sob as the whips keep fucking onto you and rubbing and handling your sex with fast care. “I swear I fuck being good into your skull until a month later you’re acting like a bad whore,” he sucks his teeth while his eyes trail down on the tears on your cheeks.

“And I can’t tell if I wanna use my cock to silence those pretty cries or reach further down with another whip.”

Yes, izuku would be a pleasure dom but I believe this man could be a scary dom- I respect all povs on deku. Because I believe he could be a full dom in the relationship or be a switch. Theses are my opinions.

¡!Don’t repost my posts on other websites, don’t translate them, theses are for me to publish on my own!!

note: chapter came earlier than expected! not proofread

✦ ✦ ✦

"so tell us minne pie, did [Name]...ya' know...have an actual boyfriend n' stuff?" kirishima whispered though there was no reason too.

he, bakugo and mina were all seated quietly in their room, mina stripped of her faux party clothes and stretched across kirishimas bed.

"look ei, i already said she didn't and that im not gonna tell you anything she hasn't told you herself. you can't tempt me to break girl code just because you miss her."

this made kirishima pout, beefy arms crossing over his chest in disappointment, "well than what am i supposed to do! she obviously doesn't trust us anymore, not after whatever happened to her...whatever it was."

bakugo pokes his side, annoyed. "and what makes you think it's our fault, or responsibility to fix it?"

mina interrupts them both, "first of all, yn is perfectly capable of answering all these questions you have herself. secondly if we're really speaking about trust here, isnt it better to be open and transparent instead of going behind someones back and trying to pry secrets out of them that way?"

kirishima cringed in shame, mina was completely right and yet his pride wouldn't let him back down.

"and bakugo stop acting like you don't care enough about the girl to show up for her and at least wonder." she continued, very annoyed that this is what the men had called her over for. it was a complete waste of time.

"im just saying its not our fault she lost trust in us, she told us herself none of this had anything to do with us. " bakugo snapped, matching eijrous arms.

mina sprang up from the bed, "ugh, you're missing the point! god, im done here, if you want real answers, try to be a real friend and ask her yourself." kirishima didn't stop the woman from leaving and sat in silence with the other man.

bakugos forehead was a slightly tinted red, he was mad, or at the very least annoyed at what just happened. "minas right, babe. i mean, we don't even know what boy troubles mean for her. what if was a crazy ex? or a metaphor for a shit friend or father who knows? there are thousands of possibilities that we don't necessarily have a right to know."

bakugo sighed deeply and looked at the redhead. "but...?"

"but..shes still our friend, and friends take care of each other, just like you and me!"

bakugo scowled, "oh because that's what we are huh? friends?"

kirishima frowned, "what? no kat, you know i didn't mean it like that..."

bakugos heart twinged, he knew he hadn't but hed said it on purpose to rile himself up. uncomfortable with the idea of kirishima caring for you that way, plausible or not.

"did i? because ever since [Name] came back you've been awful keen on trying to "help" and "fix" whatever the fuck happened to her. "

"katsuki.."kirishima trailed.

"no don't katsuki me, its true! you've been babying the girl and she isn't even here!"

"are you horny?" kirishima stares, half lidded eyes trailing up his chest.

"—and–I—what?" katsuki flinches, taken aback. "what the fuck kinda question is that?"

"are you? it's a simple yes or no."

"genuinely what does that have to do with what were talking about." bakugo deadpans and fights the heat crawling up his chest and in between his legs.

"i know we haven't done anything in a while...you know how busy it's been with school and sports and now [Name] who we just got back finally!—"

"see and there you go again! im sure shes fuckin fine, you're worrying isn't going to make her get closer sooner-"

"so you admit you want her closer?" kirishima is full on grinning now. warm, ridiculously large palms engulfing bakugos thighs.

"thats not what i said—!"

kirishima cuts him off by kissing him, tongue slipping between his lips and on the roof of his mouth.

bakugo melts like putty, holding onto the man in a heated embrace.

they both pull away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, "you're right babe, i'm too worried about her, right now, i think we should focus on you hm?"

bakugo, beet red and bothered couldnt have agreeded more.

✦ ✦

thankfully you make it back home in one piece, surprisingly mina was home already. something about the party getting cancelled and men and their decision making.

you on the other hand felt wonderfully relieved, sero had immediately been happy you were back, denki too, kirishima was simply relieved to hear from you and bakugo wasn't nearly as mad as you'd thought he'd be. especially considering how adamant you were on avoiding him.

things were finally looking up.

your phone buzzed, pulling your attention out of your mind.

it was from the group chat.

han-ture 🥸 okay! since were all back to our regular scheduled program, how bout we meet up at the usual spot a week from tomorrow and finally hang out again! i have the supplements of course just show up 🙂‍↕️ 7-8pm maybe? 🤔

narination (DNI) 🫩 ouuu yes pleaseeee, ive been dyinggg to get high again 😵

han-ture 🥸 dude we literally smoked today...

narination (DNI) 🫩 babe, we all know thats not the same...

katsuki Sure I'm down.

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 YOU'RE DOWN!????!!

katsuki yeah

katsuki dont make me change my fucking mind

narination (DNI) 🫩 damn usually we have to beg him to even show up, and thats only if kiri even decides to go...

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 well, this time were ALL going...

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 right [Name]...?

you paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to think of a response. this wasnt even hard and yet your hands were shaking. when had you become so awkward with them?

you'd never changed their contact names. it really hadnt even been that long really and yet you still felt uncomfortable. like this was new, and it kinda of was. the last time you'd hung out with them you cried, you werent even sure if you wanted to brave the humiliation again.

if there was one thing clear you'd learned about last time was that bakugo was NOT interested in you, at least not in that way.

and clearly the boys had been busy whilst you were gone, you still followed their social media, kirishima had just won a tournament for the rugby team, sero was probably going to be the next elvis presley at the rate he was playing. katsuki scored perfectly on nearly all his exams and kaminari was quite literally 100 followers away from hitting 13k on his streaming channel.

there'd be so much to talk about, so much to catch up on, you didn't want to spoil the mood again especially with boring shit that had happened in your past few months which mostly consisted of you avoiding them and feeling sorry for yourself.

but this was your only chance, your only option in getting them back, you had to take it no matter what.

right, ill be there! :you

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 YOOOO LETS GOOO

narination (DNI) 🫩 FUCKING SCOREEEE

han-ture🥸 cool! well see you there.

you chuckled then smiled softly at the responses, youd be lying if you said the enthusiastism didn't make you feel better about the whole thing.

bakugo noticeably didnt respond. but you hoped the group setting would get him to feel comfortable around you, like before. or maybe not like before, considering all that had happened anyways.

either way you were ready, no matter what happened. or at least you hoped you were.

✦ ✦

you found midoriya bright and early the next morning, waiting for you at the door. you greeted each other breifly before moving into the classroom where your professor was standing.

"alright now, class, presentations start in 2 minutes, take some time to go over final touches, we'll begin at 8:15."

you and izuku did a quick one over of the slides and began quickly. fortunately the man could talk for days and fill in when needed so your part only took up about 40% of the presentation, which you expected.

you high-fived after you were done, that was one thing off your shoulders and one less thing to worry about.

the relief was short lived however. cali blonde hair permeated your eyesight as you walked towards the door, izuku in quick steps behind you.

"deku." bakugo nodded at him as he walked by.

"kacchan." izuku waved, glancing at you with the sort of expression that made you think this entire interaction was sure to go poorly.

"uhm–" you tried to start.

"im–" he paused, waiting for you to finish.

you cleared your throat. "no you go ahead."

bakugo sniffed, glancing at your figure. "oh no don't start that awkward shit. just ask what the fuck you want to ask."

"i uhm—what are you doing here? i thought we weren't meeting until friday?" you peeped, face warm.

bakugo had that sort of effect on you, the kind that made you sweaty under your arms and legs wobbly. you felt clumsy under his gaze.

"what, now you're only exclusive to a group chat?" bakugo sounded offended with every word he uttered. weather the offense was true or not you couldn't tell. though you never could with him.

"no I just-Im' surprised that's all."

bakugo hummed. "didn't know you and deku were friends."

"oh, yeah? we share a few classes together i guess. same major n all, education and stuff." you trailed off pathetically.

the both of you said nothing after that, the silence palpable. bakugo made no move to relieve you of the tension.

you shifted, avoiding eye contact with the man. seriously what the fuck was he doing here? his initiative to search for you couldn't have been for no reason, right? you weren't sure you wanted to find out.

"well, i have a class, so ill see you around." you couldn't even make it past his shoulders before he grasped your wrist.

"fuck-wait, I uhm. you should come with me and the guys, tomorrow. there's this party at some frat house—anyway, be there."

it was strange to see the man fumble with his words so uncomfortably. you ignored where the discomfort could have came from and instead his words.

it had you wondering...

"why didn't you just text me? was there some special reason you needed to see me?"

bakugo scowled at you, "christ [Name] does there need to be a special reason to talk to you or something, it's not that fuckin' deep."

ouch. ok. he was right, and there was truly nothing offensive about the words, but it still hurt for some reason. coming from him especially.

bakugo seemed to notice your expression and quickly tried to backtrack but you stopped him.

you didn't need to make it a thing, it was just a party, it was just bakugo.

"okay i'll be there, but i'll pass on the walk though, thanks." you couldn't even imagine what it would be like to actually walk the 10 minutes it took just to get to your next class with him.

plus you didn't trust yourself not to overthink and internally sob over the fact he'd said "it's not that deep." like he was saying everything you did was made more serious than it needed to be. which to be fair wasprobably true.

bakugo didn't fight yog to stay and you strided away to class.

god you seriously to find easier people to crush on.

suddenly a flash of red came to mind. fuck why did your brain do that all the time? everytime bakugo seemed to reject you, you liked to delude yourself with the idea of kirishima. kirishima and his soft sweet smile. kirishima and his arms of steel. kirishima and —fuck!

"[Name], will you please just shut the fuck up?" you growled to yourself, slapping two hands on your cheeks.

"what'd you just call me?" a voice sounded in your ear, causing a sharp turn of your head to find purple streaked eyes staring at you.

"huh? oh no I wasn't—I was talking to myself–that wasn't—"

the man in question grinned and cut you off. "m' teasing pretty. you're [Name] right?"

you blinked, choosing to ignore the petname in favor of your dignity and instead answer him cautiously.

"yes that's me, why?"

"i'm shinsou, we share english together."

you flushed at his words, embarrassed at your own defensiveness. "oh..sorry i guess i never caught your name..shinsou."

the man only grinned harder, a sly sort of smile etched on his face.

"thats ok, m' not very loud about myself anyway."

you nodded at that, clearing your throat. "got it..well..uhm shinsou, what can i help you with?"

shinsou paused for a moment before rembering why he'd gotten the courage to go up to you in the first place. "right well, i think you're pretty. and i promise i won't disappoint you if you let me take you out on a date sometime."

your heart jerked awake that was not what you were expecting in the slightest. though you weren't exactly opposed to it.

you would be lying if you said you didn't find shinsou attractive, he sort of reminded you of sero. they both had that same easy going sneaky sort of vibe that hypnotized you.

but even still this was a bit out of the blue considering you'd never even seen the man before today.

shinsou filled the silence for you both. "it's no pressure, theres this party tomorrow though, i'm sure you've heard—if you want I could catch your number and pick you up? leave early if its lame?"

maybe it's because you were still a little heartbroken still.

maybe it's because you were slightly excited at his insinuations

or maybe it's because this whole ordeal with your friends felt like one big joke, like the most effective solution to getting over a man, was simply getting under another one.

you took his phone into your hands.

✦ ✦

bakugo had fucked up, he knew he had the moment you declined his offer to walk with him and now he was facing the consequences for it.

" you WHAT!?" sero blanched, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"i mean—i didn't mean it exactly like that, i just meant she didn't need to act so fucking awkward around me, like we don't know each other or somethin'."

sero pinched the bridge of his nose on the other side of the phone, he knew his friend was bad at communicating, just not THIS bad.

"good fucking grief, remind me to never send you on a trip to soothe somebody again. hey kam! kami come here, let me tell you what this asshole katsuki did!" sero yelled, putting the phone down so it was facing the ceiling.

"what the fuck? how was i supposed to know it was a mission to soothe? all you told me was to ask her if she wanted to come, and she said yes anyways so what's the big fucking deal." bakugo sneered.

but kaminari was already in the room listening to the brunette moan about his supposed failures.

oh hell no, two could play that game.

"kirishima get your ass over here!" he yelled, prompting sero to pause his rather dramatic retelling of what happened and pick the phone back up.

"dude could you stop being a dick for like 2 fucking seconds please, of course you called mom, pussy!" sero glowered.

now it was a full blown disaster, as usual, both of them refusing to back down unltill kirishima and denki were pretty much threatening them into silence.

"jesus christ, you'd think you would have fucked each other by now the way you two argue." kaminari breathed.

bakugo spoke up again, "okay shit for brains please don't start with that shit again—"

"whaaaaaattt, i'm just sayingg–" kaminari smiled into the camera, a little too gleefully.

"alright well you've said enough, i'm done here. if you have an update text me." bakugo hung up the phone before the men could say anything more.

denki was always like that, flirty, sly, faux innocence that made his gut churn with guilt. he got it from his boyfriend he suspected, though katsuki wasnt entirely sure they were dating. eitherway his little comments and touches were infuriating.

despite the his best efforts to keep his—whatever it was—at bay, the man made it increasingly difficult to do so. the memory of denki at a different party, back in highschool, burned in his mind.

that's why they needed you back. you made it easier to be around him, it gave bakugo something to focus on. you, were very easy to focus on.

bakugo sighed, leaning back against the couch. kirishima slipped under his arms, "did you really say that to her? that it wasn't that serious?" his voice was gentle when he said it.

bakugo looked down at the mans red perfect eyes, and only felt worse.

"yeah. but it's not like i meant it like that." his voice was gruff when he said it, thumbs red frok being knawed on so much.

kirishima, eversweet took his palms into his hands. "i know, so why'd you say it?"

katuski couldnt look him in the eyes. "i just—i don't know how to talk to her anymore, i mean if were being honest, she clearly hates me or something. or hated, at least, i don't fucking know."

kirishima eyes shot wide,"what makes you say that?"

the blonde almost didn't answer. "it's just–it's stupid."

kirishima frowned, a scolding expression on his face. "katsuki."

"what." he mumbled, eyes cast away.

kirishima took that a que to scoop up his face into his palms and force him to look at him. "katsuki." he said again

they'd had conversations like this before. ones that involved only open and honest answers that bakugo constantly struggled to give.

but bakugo knew him. loved him. no weird hormonal feelings could change that.

"when she was, gone or whatever." he cleared his throat.

kirishima nodded, a satisfied look on his face.

"when i tried to look for her, it was like i killed her or something. she would avoid me in places i didnt even realize i saw her at."

kirishima cocked his head, and action that would have been cute if not for the situation. "yeah but...she did that to everyone."

bakugo huffed, "yeah but like, it was like different. like this one time, i found her in the library and she fucking flinched when she saw me. like i was about to hurt her or somethin'."

the words felt like needles on his tounge, periced with none of the safety equipment needed to ensure the least amount of pain.

kirishima said nothing for the moment, panic flaring in bakugos chest. "eijiro– i"

"you don't need to explain yourself. i know, you would never so something like that. it just...is shocking thats all. it makes me wonder.."

"wonder what?" he tried not to sound alarmed but he knew the red could hear it in the shakyness of his voice.

"if you, were the reason..." kirishima trailed off, seeming more and more sure of whatever idea was conjuring up in his mind.

"reason for what? that she ghosted us and decided she didn't care about her friends anymore? yeah i just said that–"

"no you idiot, a different reason. think about what [Name] said.."boy troubles"? i mean come on, what else could that be?" kirishimas looked relieved, a complete opposite to how bakugo felt.

"i don't fucking know, that she had a crush on someone and it didn't work out?" bakugo said it out of stupidity. the idea wasnt even feasible.

"exactly!" kirishima exclaimed brightly.

"so w-what are you getting at. that—that it was me? ejiro you must be joking.."

the redhead had never looked more serious.

"oh im serious alright. and i know it's true, ill prove it to you."

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note: im late and for that i apologize, next chapter there are no empty promises. not proofread.

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you planned to submit the final piece of your project then head to seros place, this time prepared for two people instead of one, as more likely than not kaminari would be over his house as well.

it was around 8pm the next day when you finally finished. you were glad to be done, but the nerves in your tummy made it hard to celebrate.

"[name], im leaving now! call me if you need anything!" mina shouted already halfway out the door, headed for a party you wanted nothing to do with.

the encounters with bakugo and kirishima were already enough, you needed less excitement in your life not more.

you picked up your phone and your bag, glancing in the mirror. god, was this shirt stained? it's not like you were going to the met gala but you at least wanted to be presentable for them.

you weren't as close with the two, sero especially, he wasnt ever mean thats for sure, he saw you cry for fucks sake. just, reserved maybe? closed off in a way you knew came from his personality, not personally.

you ended up changing your entire outfit, bag included. you decided on some shorts and a cropped shirt covered by a clean jacket. you were already running late because your apology was a little more vauge, you wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible.

there was always something about being around the two for an extended amount of time that turned simple tasks into a wirlwind of things.

your hands shook as you pulled into their house, you would have parked in their driveway had there been any space but by the looks of it the boys were busy with the 20 other people crowding the place.

bad sign, a party left way to much room for disaster. and that was the last thing you needed today. you didn't plan on staying long but you had a feeling if you turned back now you wouldn't ever come back.

“get yourself together [name]." you spoke aloud, trying to amp yourself up. if you wanted to talk to them, you'd have to find them first. and though every bone in your body was telling you to turn around for the sake of your sanity you began walking towards the entrance leading to the back yard.

In hindsight it was a stupid decision, all you could spot from the farthest corner of the area was even more people either smoking, drinking, making out or violently throwing up on the grass.

no kaminari, no sero in sight.

before you could retreat, either back to your car or a different area (you hadn't decided yet) an arm slung around you.

“hey sweetcheeks, who do you know here?" you gagged, the guy was obviously drunk and fucking reeked of it. you immediately pushed him off disgusted. you didn't have time for this, i mean seriously where were the hosts to this party anyway?

"ew, get the fuck off me dirtbag.”

"yeah, get the fuck off her dirtbag, who invited you anyways monoma." a voice reiterated from behind you. you whipped around too see denki kaminari, black and blonde hair slicked back and an appropriate sly expression resting on his face.

you stuttered, confidence plummeting along with your heart. all of a sudden you weren't so eager to see the man in all his 5'8 smoking glory.

the supposed manoma, or dirtbag you should say, was soon escorted away leaving just you and the blonde to stare at each other in the grass.

"hey pretty, knew you'd be eventually, but jeez what took you so long?"

"kaminari, I-"

you hesitated, this wasn't exactly the environment to be chatting so seriously. "can we go up to your room or something? or i guess, sero's room, i uhm have a few things to say to you both."

"things, what kinda things? cause if it's not about you and your undying love for me i’m not sure i wanna hear it babe…”

he was always like this with everyone but with you especially. at one point the attention was nice if only to quell your unrequited feelings for his friend. now it made you squirm under his gaze, heart in irregular palpitations.

nervous to say the least.

he would never know that though, if this was before your little breakdown you would have served him with a slightly amused eyeroll.

now you could barley look him in the eye.

“well uhm..i’m sorry to dissapoint.” your response made the man frown, arms crossed over his chest.

“here how ‘bout we wait in my car, han is out getting more beer.” he didn't wait for a response as he walked back toward the driveway.

he flipped his keys into the air and before you could open it, he was around the corner to let you in, a cheeky smile etched on his face.

the gesture didn't go unnoticed, “o-oh, thank you.” the man only grinned harder before turning towards his side and slotting himself into the driver's seat.

the car smelled mildly of weed and food, which was strangely comforting. If you had to be honest, you missed your friends, even with how awkwardly painful it was to be around them sometimes. you missed the company. and mina was great, she just had a bigger circle than you which more often than not left you alone to your own devices.

this talk you wanted to have was really more for you than them, it was like the final piece too finally getting over it.

and you would do that if sero would just pick a can and meet the two of you here.

“so, how long did you say he would be?”

“oh i actually don't know. could be 5 minutes, could be an hour tops.” this was nothing but the truth from him. he and sero had the exact same tendencies which is why they worked so well together.

If they weren't smoking or kissing each other they were out and about doing god knows what, partying, failing classes, retaking classes. all the kinds of things they could get away with at this age.

right now, denki was just glad he found you before hanta did, he knew about his little crush on you, and while he can't say he didn't understand why, he wanted to know why the brunette was insistent on you so badly.

why you got the emotional affections denki craved and practically had to beg the man for years. from the moment you came into their lives down to the very moment you left, hanta was there to comfort you, as if somehow that would win you over when all you could stare at was bakugos biceps.

denki could recognize that longing look anywhere, it was his favorite expression to wear afterall.

now though, you didn't seem so preoccupied with him, even denki was clueless as to what caused you to turn away from them.

now that you were in the car with him you could see him up close.

“right well…do you think maybe you could call him or something? it’s getting a little late.”

the sun was setting at this point, you were already way past the time you planned to stay though that wasn't exactly your fault.

“you know what, how about we go look for him instead, im sure he cant be too far.”

you checked your phone again. “are you sure that's okay? what about everyone still here…”

the blonde thought for a moment. “your right…just gimmie a sec.” denki the hopped out of the car, rounding the trunk to pull out a comically sized megaphone.

“POLICE YOU FUCKERS, GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HOUSE.” you were surprised at how quickly that got people to move.

he then stepped back in the car, pushing the keys into the ignition and starting up the car.

“woah wait, uhm i drove here you dont have to–”

“no it’s cool, i’ll just take you back here.”

you couldn't get another word out before denki was speeding off and out of the neighborhood.

“right.” you mumbled, but you weren't complaining much. it was nice, the windows rolled down, a beautiful sunset behind you. it really would have made for a peaceful car ride had you not opened your mouth.

“is that a new piercing?” you glanced at his face which had jewelry you remember along with two matching studs in his lips.

the man grinned, “yup, im surprised you noticed. and there's more.”

kaminari lifted his shirt, cruising the wheel with one hand to reveal swirling ink patterns on his abs that curled around to his side.

it suited him, you thought. It was also rather attractive which you would have told him had it been any other timeline.

“wow uhm..they did a great job with it.” your dry response caused another frown on his face, he was clearly fed up with your lack of enthusiasm, which you think prompted the jarring question that came from him next.

“soo, i hear you broke up with your ex?” if you had water to spit out you would've.

“i–my what?” you gawked, eyes bulging out.

kaminari wasn't fazed, as usual the man had surprised you and was either clueless or careless to your reaction.

“a little birdie told me you let go of a bad apple.”

you said nothing. still in shock. “and who was this little birdie exactly..”

“isn't important really, i just wanna know who got you before i did honestly.” he said this while propping his feet up on the dashboard completely unbothered.

“nobody got to me who?–fuck.” bakugo. he haunted you before and haunted you now.

he and kirishima were the only ones you'd spoken to besides mina who knew the truth and you heavily doubted kirishima of all people would go blabbing to anyone about your problems.

and god, why didn't you remember the groupchat! of course as soon as you made it known to them you were kinda okay now the others would know too.

you shouldn't have muted it, now you were scared to look.

kaminari noticing your inner turmoil, tried to mellow your heart. “look, eiji didn't mean any harm when he was asking but i’ll be honest, he was the most worried about you this whole time. i think he just wants to know what…” he looks for a word. “..distanced you for so long.”

the day was just full of surprises, kirishima was the one telling them you had some nasty breakup with a nonexistent ex? god, you felt embarrassed, you’d assumed it was bakugo, again. even in your head you were so obsessed with him and like usual he paid no mind to you.

you really wonder how kirishima did it with him. although it was likely you were the problem not him.

“well, he’s partially right. It was a lot of things honestly. many of which are not his fault, or any of you guys for that matter. i’ll explain if we find sero..when we find sero.”

“sure thing, babe.” was all he said before cranking his music up to a deafening tone.

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when you finally made it to the decided location you were surprised to see the awaited sero there. he was still at the liquor shop, and looked to be hassling with shop employees.

“DUDE, you know i fuckin come here all the time really whats the deal now?” sero didn't even turn around as denki snaked hands around him trying to rile him up.

“and denki seriously you had one job. watch the house, my record player is probably in a trash can by now.”

“don't worry they're all gone, or should be..anyway [names] here!” he announced.

“what?” sero turned around practically throwing the man's arm off of him, longlegs striding towards you unreasonably fast. he immediately scooped your face into his palms, inspecting your face as if it would disappear. “no fuckin way…”

“uhm, can yfou wet go of me now..?” you tried to say between squished cheeks.

sero just stared, nose nearly touching yours. “not sure if i want to princess..”

“OHHKAY, let her breath han..” kaminari said, swooping in on your side and yanking you away from him. “[name] here has a lot to say to us so how about we listen carefully in the car hmm?”

he didn't wait for him to follow, beer cans forgotten as he trailed back to the car, this time opening the backdoors and shoving both you and himself into the backseat.

“dude, how do you have my keys?”

“doesn't matter, [name], since were all here now how about you go ahead and tell us what you want to say.”

“well uhm..i really honestly just want to apologize. for ghosting and for avoiding and for not being such a good friend to you guys. thats it, and i hope you’ll accept my apology.”

the car was silent for a moment before the two said. “done and done.” they looked at each other, giggling at first then full on laughing, which was slightly relieving, at least they weren't mad.

“jeez [name] i thought you were here to tell us you were leaving for Tanzania and wouldn't come back.” sero chuckled, starting the engine again.

“dude you couldn't even point tanzania out on a map.” kaminari bantered, buckling himself into the seat.

you liked this, you missed this. you're glad you got it back. “not before you could kaminari.”

they both stopped, silent. and for a moment you felt self-conscious before they erupted with the brightest sounds you could imagine.

“[name], i think that's the first time I've seen you smile all night.”

you looked a him, wondering where it had all went wrong.

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characters included — ( katsuki , eijiro , denki , shoto ) ♡

𑣲 katsuki —

you’re on the gym mat doing deep hamstring stretches, bending over the bench when you glance up and catch his reflection in the mirror wall.

katsuki is standing a few feet back, but his eyes are heavily hooded and glued straight to the curve of your ass. the exact second his eyes shift up and lock onto yours in the glass, he doesn't even flinch or look away.

instead, he steps right up behind you, holding your hips to 'guide' you. "yeah, i'm looking. you're bending over right in front of me, what the hell do you expect?" he grumbled, scoffing to cover his tracks.

"besides, your form is completely shit, idiot." he knows damn well he's lying to himself, and as you lock eyes in the mirror, a smirk spreads across your face, only for him to also smirk with a low chuckle.

𑣲 eijiro —

you’re standing in front of his full-length mirror adjusting the tight outfit you put on for your date, looking in the reflection just in time to catch eijiro leaning against the doorframe, completely mesmerized.

his jaw drops a little the second your eyes meet in the glass, and a huge, proud grin breaks across his face.

he walks right up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull your back flush against his chest as he openly drinks in the sight of how good you look. "yeah, i'm totally staring." he murmured and chuckled against your neck as his hands slide down to your waist.

"it’d be unmanly as hell if i didn't look at my girl when she looks this beautiful. you're making it really hard for us to actually leave the house tonight."

✩꒱ sleazes come in threes ft. kirishima, bakugou & deku .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. pro hero & sleaze!kirishima, pro hero!deku, pro hero!bakugou and fem!reader. established relationship, sleaziness, dubcon, public sex, voyeurism, cucking, soft sex, toxic relationship kinda hehe. ꒰ help i have been trying to answer this for days but every time tumblr deletes what ive written and i want to kms and die. ꒱

sleaze kirishima definitely has his favourites when it comes to sharing or lending you to his friends. the first being izuku because they’re probably most alike in how they treat their partners in relationships and in the bedroom. i think they both play on pleasure that comes from disgust you know what i mean — eijirou dresses you up in something sweet on the eyes that’s out of your comfort zone telling you not to fuss and to look pretty for midoriya. he’ll have you pressed between their big shoulders at the club or on the couch, filling you with drinks you can’t remember the name of until you’re hazed and confused and something burns in your lower belly.

katsuki bakugo is shit at romance.

the first time he laid eyes on you — the first day of ua — something in him shifted. probably his heart.

his body instinctively moved to impress you: standing just a little straighter when near you, lingering at your side ( just enough to notice ), pulling off risky new moves when he knew you were watching.

bakugo was rough, explosive. sharp-tongued that never left anyone okay after talking to him, yet he still found himself dialing it back when talking to you, or even just when you were near.

and it was simple: katsuki bakugo, was absolutely, and completely, shit at romance.

that was the problem.

if you didn't make the first move, he wouldn't make the first move. if you didn't comment on it, neither would he.

and if nothing ever happened?

✩꒱ sleazes come in threes ft. kirishima, bakugou & deku .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. pro hero & sleaze!kirishima, pro hero!deku, pro hero!bakugou and fem!reader. established relationship, sleaziness, dubcon, public sex, voyeurism, cucking, soft sex, toxic relationship kinda hehe. ꒰ help i have been trying to answer this for days but every time tumblr deletes what ive written and i want to kms and die. ꒱

sleaze kirishima definitely has his favourites when it comes to sharing or lending you to his friends. the first being izuku because they’re probably most alike in how they treat their partners in relationships and in the bedroom. i think they both play on pleasure that comes from disgust you know what i mean — eijirou dresses you up in something sweet on the eyes that’s out of your comfort zone telling you not to fuss and to look pretty for midoriya. he’ll have you pressed between their big shoulders at the club or on the couch, filling you with drinks you can’t remember the name of until you’re hazed and confused and something burns in your lower belly.

episodes 54-59 post watch drawings!! DONE!!!! arghhh

It's hilarious how quickly I went from unworried for class 1A to deeply worried once a rescue portion of the test was introduced lmao. Oh bakugou.....

I'm going to watch the rest of s3 tonight...so excited