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peppering kisses on them + pda with them

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, tenya

izuku midoriya

izuku had been beaten up badly by a villain around a week ago but was quickly nursed back to health due to recovery girl. once he came out of the health room with only a limp and an arm in a cast, he was smiling as if he was as good as new. he always found a way to stay happy even when times were difficult.

he sent you a big, toothy grin, and he hugged you with his good arm. you gently held his face in the palms of your hands, and peppered soft kisses all over his face, though mostly around his freckles. soft chuckles came from his mouth, and once you let go, he pushed his lips against yours, finally being able to kiss you again.

although this was mostly in the hallway, no one was there to watch your intimate moment. izuku is fine with showing pda as long as you aren’t doing anything too sexual. anything like making out in public is off the list for him. he just gets embarrassed and feels like only you and he should see each other in such a vulnerable state like that.

katsuki bakugo

katsuki sat on the couch in the common room, scrolling through his phone when he saw something that reminded him of you. it was simply a trend where couples would make bracelets with beads the colors of the eyes of each other, and he smiled. you had been wanting to do that trend for a long time, but never found the perfect time to.

you heard a small sigh from katsuki, who sat right next to you. his eyes were soft and pure, an actual smile on his face for once.

he often didn’t let people see that side of him, the side where he could show that he cared for people in ways other than tough love. normally, he was all grumpy and yelling at anyone who stepped in his path, but with you, you were the love of his life. you got to see his vulnerable and sweet side.

you scooted closer to him, and he instinctively pulled you closer, having your legs draped across his lap. you looked up into his crimson eyes, and he stared back with the same intensity.

eventually, you pounced and gave him kisses all over his face. he grumbled, “the hell are you doing?” and tried to keep his grumpy façade, but you didn’t miss the low chuckle from his mouth.

it was a bit of a surprise that he hadn’t gently pushed you off yet, or taken you back to your room. katsuki isn’t too big of a fan of pda, as he isn’t so outwardly affectionate in public. sure, he’s protective of you, but the most he does is gently grab your face and kiss you when no one’s looking. in private, however, his hands are all over you.

shoto todoroki

shoto ate the soba you bought him from a stand near his house, although he persisted in buying it himself. he had plenty of money and didn’t want you to waste yours on his, though you claimed it would be a good investment. it would be rude for him to not let you pay, at least that’s what you told him, so he finally let you use your card, although he watched you pay with a frown on his face.

the two of you sat on a bench in a park, and you watched him eat his soba, occasionally telling random stories or conspiracy theories you heard on the internet. he would respond with short but interactive and interesting answers, then continue eating his noodles.

the more you watched him, the cuter you thought he was for simply eating. you told him that watching him scroll through instagram was attractive, and he still hadn’t understood why. how could you find him attractive for doing the most mundane things?

you rested your cheek on your fist, and your elbow was propped up on the table. a giddy grin stretched across your face, and shoto finally looked up at you, confused as to why you were smiling.

he stared at you back, though continuing to eat his noodles.

you squealed, and once he was done chewing, you reached across the table to kiss all over his face. he leaned in slightly, making it easier for you as a slight smile appeared on his face, just visible enough for you to notice it.

when you were done, you apologized, but he then reached over the table and softly cupped your cheek, giving you a sweet, long kiss on the lips. he pulled away, then smiled at you, and ate the rest of his noodles like nothing happened.

shoto isn’t too against pda, it just never comes to his mind. he doesn’t yearn to kiss you everywhere in public, but he’s okay with it if it ever comes up. he hardly thinks of making out with you, so he doesn’t think of it, especially in public. he guides you with a hand on your back, protectively leading you through crowds. occasionally, you’ll get a little peck on the cheek or a kiss on the lips as he passes by.

eijiro kirishima

eijiro read a book on his bed, having you lay down next to him, occasionally reading along the lines with him when you became bored. it had become increasingly harder for you to sleep for some unexplained reason, but hopefully being with him would help. sometimes, when you asked him to, he would read out loud to you.

though tonight wasn’t one of those nights. you still had much energy left, eijiro seemed calm and collected, but matched your energy at all times. he wasn’t tired, and you bet if you woke him up to ask to train at two in the morning, he’d say yes.

but for some reason, you caught his attention. he put the book face down on his stomach and grinned down at you, pulling you closer.

“you don’t seem tired, babe,” he commented, petting your hair.

“‘m not,” you mumbled, bored out of your mind.

but another burst of energy caught you by surprise, and you jumped up onto him, straddling his lap and looking down at a perplexed eijiro. you placed your hands on his chest and kissed him all over his face, and with success, he began to giggle, feeling tickles all over his face.

once you pulled away, he repeated what you did to him.

eijiro is the most loving man ever. he does not care about the public seeing how much he loves you and is not embarrassed about pda. he can and will kiss you, hug you, and have sentimental conversations with you in public and private spaces. he does prefer making out with you in private rather than in public though because he knows some random people don’t want to see a couple sucking face at ten in the morning.

denki kaminari

as denki opened a present and ripped apart the wrapping paper, he soon realized he now had a pikachu plushie. he grinned and picked it up from its box, then chuckled at the reference. his classmates always used to joke around and call him pikachu because of their similar powers and appearances. it was just an inside joke.

he exclaimed, “thanks babe, this is so cool! when’d you get me this?” he leaned over and gave you a big kiss on the cheek, and you jumped on him with intensity.

he yelped, and when you started to pepper kisses all over him, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. the kisses tickled, and he tried to hold onto your hips to ground himself. he was just too cute to resist.

as soon as you stopped and got off of him, denki flipped you over and attacked you with kisses as well.

social anxiety is afraid of denki kaminari. he’s not embarrassed by doing a lot and is rather bold with his moves, but sometimes gets embarrassed once the realization of his actions sinks in. he’ll kiss you anywhere in front of a million people, and he’ll brag about you being his partner too.

hitoshi shinso

hitoshi lay on your bed with his cheek on his fist, listening to you rant about some show you’re interested in and its lore. he asks you more questions to further engage in the conversation, feeling entertained by each second that passes. when you pause, he tilts his head.

“is something wrong? why did you stop talking?” he asked, a tinge of concern in his eyes. he just wanted to hear your voice.

you paused for a moment, “you always listen to me so intently.”

he smiled, “that’s just basic respect, honey.”

you shyly smiled and kicked your feet, causing him to let out a low chuckle. when he was caught off guard, you pounced on him, causing the bed to slightly bounce, and you cupped his face with your palms before pressing your lips all across his face, giving him many kisses.

he didn’t seem to react much, but when you pulled away, he hardly gave you the chance to see his now rosy cheeks. he put a gentle hand around the back of your neck to guide you back to him, and he gave you a long, intimate kiss. his hand lingered on your neck, and his other gently rubbed your hip.

a relaxed sigh came from your mouth, and as soon as you pulled away from the kiss, you went back for more.

hitoshi gets a bit nervous showing pda. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, far from it, but he also feels like extreme affection should be in private. he wants you all to himself, though he does admit it’s a bit selfish of him for that need of his.

neito monoma

only after you convinced neito to study with you, did he begin to receive a’s on his report card each year. when he received his first test back after studying with you, he was ecstatic to see he got a perfect score. he came to your dorm after school and held up the paper proudly in his hands, showing it off like it was his child.

you congratulated him, and he grinned with pride, always loving it when you complimented him.

you tackled him onto the bed and peppered kisses all over his face, the test left behind on the floor.

neito rubbed your back, and then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them together. he teased, “you could’ve just told me you were proud of me,” then rolled his eyes, still with a cocky grin on his face.

neito doesn’t think much about showing pda but he’s fine with it. if you want to make out in the hallway, he’d do it, he’s down bad for you but wouldn’t admit it straightforward. he loves wrapping an arm around your shoulder and giving you long kisses just to piss other people off.

tenya iida

tenya was somewhat easy to catch off guard because he was comfortable around you. he wasn’t as strict or tense around you, perhaps more lenient because you were his favorite person.

but you still tried to catch him off guard, so one day, as he wasn’t doing anything too important, you walked up to him. he looked down at you and asked, “hello, my love. do you need my assistance?”

then you pushed him onto the bed and kissed him all over the face, his hands still fisted at his sides. when you pulled away with a grin, his face was beet red, and his glasses were slipping off. when you pushed them back up for him, he let out a small, ‘thank you,’ and cleared his throat.

he took a few minutes just staring at the ground in disbelief.

tenya isn’t too fond of making out in public, but he’s fine with some pda. he isn’t afraid to kiss you or hug you, and he’s a gentleman while doing it too. he’s always polite, never letting his hands slip where they shouldn’t be, and always holds the door open for you. the only time he won’t show much pda is when he needs to protect you from a villain.

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play fighting with katsuki

katsuki hardly admits it to anyone, but he loves roughhousing, or ‘playfighting,’ as you call it. as he didn’t have siblings growing up, he didn’t have many people to play with, and izuku was always against violence, even if it was pretend and with no malice behind it.

and katsuki doesn’t even know he likes playfighting until he’s standing in his dorm, phone in hand as he stares at a video, and you’re standing across from him with a silly plan in mind.

you state, “put your phone down.”

he raises an eyebrow in confusion but does it anyway, and as soon as he does, you run and try to take him down by his legs, but he wraps his arms around your torso, and suddenly you’re upside down in the air. giggles leave your mouth, and he throws you onto the bed, immediately jumping on top of you with a mischievous grin.

his arms are still wrapped around your body, and he’s on top, and you’re on your side, almost curled up into a ball. he thinks he has you stationed in that position until you grab his pillow and whack his side repeatedly. eventually, he’s forced to get off, and you immediately throw the pillow on him, as he’s lying down.

you pounce, and your chest collides with the pillow. he feels your weight above the soft cushioning on top of him, and he lets out a loud laugh.

but again, once he’s caught you off guard, he smacks your ass hard, and you feel the sting immediately after. you let out a yelp, and with your surprise, he picks you up bridal style, but then throws you onto the bed.

you giggle, and your stomach begins to hurt from not being able to take a breath in. even as he climbs on top of you, you think he’ll strike again, but he has you caged in. his hands are on either side of your head, but then he leans down to give you a softer kiss, still panting once his lips leave yours.

and once katsuki’s calmed down, he’s peppering kisses over your face when you murmur, “my ass hurts.”

he scoffs, “your ass is fine,” and doesn’t hide the smile after he speaks.

megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.

one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.

the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.

“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.

the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.

a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.

the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.

the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.

“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.

he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.

“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.

he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.

“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”

you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.

footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.

gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”

you curiously look up at him, “huh?”

“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”

you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”

when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.

gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.

he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.

as soon as you are on the front porch of hitoshi’s household, aizawa greets you with a rare smile and messy hair pulled up into a ponytail. he opens the door for you, and once you pass by him, he frowns. he’s a bit disappointed hitoshi didn’t open the door for you himself, he’s sure he taught him better than that.

so he announces, “hitoshi, come down! y/n’s here!”

not even a few seconds later, two pairs of feet are running down the stairs, and once hitoshi sees you, he gives you a grin before slowing down, now just walking to you when a flash of light blue hair jumps up at you, and into your arms. quickly, you catch eri and hold her on your hip, and she’s already giggling and hugging you like she hasn’t seen you in forever, when in fact, she saw you a few hours ago when she was visiting your school.

“hitoshi didn’t tell me you were coming today!”

you grin, “well good thing i’m here now, right?”

“yeah, yeah!” she replies, pumping her fists in the air.

you walk over to hitoshi, who has a big old grin stretched across his face. he guides you to his room, but as soon as you’re next to him, he covers eri’s eyes, and she giggles, trying to pry his fingers off, but to no avail. when she isn’t able to see, he places a kiss on your soft lips.

eventually, you, eri, and hitoshi are drawing animals with crayons when eri randomly runs out of the room, bringing already cut-up apples from aizawa. you and hitoshi sit across each other on his bed, going through photos of him and his family. small steps run into the room, and eri sits on the bed behind you, gently grabbing your wrist and putting a colorful bracelet on you, one she made a few days ago but forgot to give you. you quietly thank her, brushing your hand through her long hair as she smiles.

“hey, don’t hog my girlfriend—“ hitoshi jokingly starts, but he’s softly interrupted by eri.

she says, with a wobbly and shaky voice, with tears springing in her eyes, “but— but i want to spend time with her…” and she looks up at him with big, sad eyes as she hides behind you, fiddling with her fingers.

you pat her head comfortingly and assure her, “eri, honey, he was just joking, but we can all spend time together, don’t you think?”

she nods, glassy eyes looking up at you sadly, before you burst out laughing once you look at hitoshi’s hand-drawn giraffe, which was weirdly off colored. you point, and eri starts laughing too, throwing insults at his poorly made and lazy drawing. hitoshi begins laughing as well, relishing the scene of his two favorite girls getting along so well, though at his expense.

but soon, in the middle of a movie, eri’s passed out and lying on your chest, as you’re cuddled up to hitoshi, with blankets covering all three of you. it’s then, when he sees that you’re amazing with children and his whole family, that he decides he wants to marry you.

today was luckily, uneventful. you were called into your agency to capture one villain, then were sent back home because there was nothing else to do. it truly was a happy and calm day for you, which hadn’t happened in a couple of years.

so you sprinted home, having not taken a car to get to your agency, as it was only a few blocks away. you opened the door with the key you kept in your costume, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

once you stepped in, the smell of your favorite food invaded your senses. did katsuki try and make you a meal while you were gone? a smile found its way to your face. the blonde wouldn’t normally admit his admiration or love for someone, but he found multiple ways to express it, like cooking a meal for someone.

the first thing you saw was katsuki’s tall figure with his back facing you. scars lay on his back, scattered, some big and some small, the same as the ones that covered his body. you walked up to him before freezing in your tracks. was he wearing grey sweatpants?

your face heated up at what he chose to wear. he was always attractive, but shit, he knew what he was doing to you.

a hum escaped your lips, “you makin’ something for me, baby?” your fingers ran down his rough back.

his head turned, and a small smile formed on his face. his crimson eyes looked into yours as he mumbled, “making your favorite,” he paused, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, “thought it’d be done by the time you came home, but your mission was pretty quick.” he planted a kiss right atop your head and comfortingly rubbed your hip.

heat began to coat you in a thick layer, making you whimper at the warmth. god, those sweatpants were doing something to you. the way his toned back was so large and his arms were so muscular stood out to you. it was odd. you saw him shirtless all the time, whether he was changing, lounging around the house, or sleeping with you, he rarely had a shirt on. it was especially weird that this time was different. did the pants have that big of an effect on you?

katsuki kept noticing how your eyes were looking everywhere but him, especially not his pants.

you mumbled, “i’m gonna go change,” and pulled away, not without a hug, but a large hand on your wrist stopped you.

he wasn’t going to let you off so easily.

“is it really bothering you that much?” he smirked, forcing you to look at him. “y’know, i would never call you weak, but this is making me rethink that. you’re getting all worked up over some sweatpants.”

your immediate instinct is to deny it, “wh— huh? quit it, katsuki, i don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“oh, but you do.” he teased, leaving you baffled for a couple of seconds. he decided to have mercy on you and rolled his eyes with a smile, “go shower and change. after that, we’ll eat and watch some movies upstairs.” he sent a small smirk your way.

you laughed. there was no way it was just going to be a movie.

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, dabi (touya)

you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.

a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.

but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?

less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”

you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.

you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.

jesus christ. his muscles were huge.

his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.

‘glad you think i look that good’

you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.

katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.

you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”

“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at kyoka’s words, then you squealed and jumped.

your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.

once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.

he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.

katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.

words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.

but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.

she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.

but mina had a different idea.

“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.

she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’

“you’re so handsome, i could die!” you exclaimed, looking at shoto as you sat at his family’s dinner table, though it was just the two of you.

his hand froze, no— his whole body froze. you could die? just because of how attractive he was?

shoto’s eyes widened and his mouth was slightly agape. he had to find a way to become less attractive, and quick! he didn’t know being handsome could kill someone. maybe he should be less around you or mess up his face so he wouldn’t be as appealing to you—

“god, i remember the first time i saw your smile. you flashed those pearly whites and i nearly dropped dead!” you chuckled, leaning your cheek against your fist, unaware of shoto’s panic.

could this really get any worse? first, you thought he was so handsome, and his looks could kill you! then, when he smiled you almost died? he gulped, ashamedly looking down at his food with sad eyes. he didn’t want to kill you, you were the love of his life.

you asked, “honey, what’s wrong?” and tapped your finger against the wood.

he thought for a moment, trying to rethink every decision he ever had with you. he didn’t want your relationship to end, and he didn’t want to be the reason you died.

“i didn’t know my looks could kill you.”

a laugh almost escaped your body, and your worried expression was quickly replaced with a smile. you covered your mouth and tried to hold back a chuckle, but you couldn’t help yourself. giggles came from your mouth, but you tried to keep it to a minimum so you could explain to shoto what you meant.

“baby, i’m just joking! looks can’t actually kill someone, unless there’s a quirk for that,” you mumbled the last part, tapping your chin in wonder, “i’m just saying that the first time i saw you, i fell in love with you because of how beautiful your smile was! your looks are amazing, sho, that’s why i’m saying i almost always pass out whenever i see you. it’s outstanding how handsome you are.”

his breathing evened out and he placed his chopsticks down, mumbling something under his breath. he let out a small ‘oh,’ then stated, “thank you.”

you nodded and continued talking to him, and he, of course, paid attention, but his cheeks were as red as a tomato. he tried to hold back a smile, shy from all of your compliments, although they were just an explanation.

shoto’s cheeks brought your thoughts away from your words and again, to him. you mumbled, “you’re gonna be the death of me, sho.”

his eyes widened like they did last time, “huh? wait— oh…” the two of you laughed it off and forgot about it the next morning.