Friend: Are You Crying Over The-

Secrets - Part 1

BakuDeku X f!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Kacchan has been a bit rocky lately. It was really bothering you and you didn't know how to fix it. Super slow burn. Bakugo's feelings for deku are resurfacing. How will this play out when he's still in love with y/n? Keep reading to find out. ;)

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, shower sex, biting, angst, language, Bakugou x Deku ship (KiriMina and DenkiShinsou as side ships) Everyone in the fic is aged up 21+ except for flashbacks. (there is no smut in the flashbacks)

A/N: ᕱ⑅ᕱ- This is the first fic that we (@dabislilbaby and @haru-x-ren) have written together. it's meant to be a sequel series to Your're The Only Thing That Makes Sense, which is a Bakugo x reader I (@dabislilbaby) wrote a few months ago. You should definitely go read that before starting this series. Haru had some ideas, so we collaborated on this sequel :) He didn't want to take much credit for the fic but it is Co-writer.

✷*はる*✷- Just want to say, hey everyone. It's haru. we can answer any questions you have through asks.

This is just the first of many collabs we'll be doing. Let us know if you'd like to be added to a the Tag List for the series, enjoy<3

Word Count: 8.8k

@electricnovaa @juslili

It was winter. You didn't take well to the cold, but the snow was so pretty. Sparkling from the streetlights and the big full moon. It was quiet and you could hear the snow crunching underneath your boots. As you walked home, you think about the last 6 years. The start of your relationship with Kacchan, U.A. graduation, moving in with him and starting your hero agency together. You were on your way home from the local supermarket. You picked up some groceries you needed, treating yourself to some sushi, making sure to get spicy udon noodles (his favorite) to bring home to him.

Yours and Katsuki's relationship has been rocky lately. And it had been making you a little uneasy to say the least. You'd had a few big fights and both of you had been working a lot, not having much time for each other. Recently, it's felt like there's been a heavy tension whenever you'd see him. It bothered you. You hated how things had been lately, and you wanted it to go back to the way it was. You'd been feeling like this for a while and it's made you fall into a bit of a depressive rut. You felt stuck. It's not that you didn't wanna be with him. You loved Bakugo, more than anything. But this bump in the road the two of you were having was frustrating and you didn't know how to fix it.

You'd finally made it home to your shared apartment. "Baby? Are you home?" You called out into the empty room. Silence. You checked the time on your watch. It was already 11, he still wasn't home? You set down the few grocery bags you carried on the kitchen counter. You pulled your phone from your pocket, getting ready to call your boyfriend, but you stopped yourself. Surely if he was still at work this late, then he must be busy with something important. You thought it best not to bother him, and just wait for him to come home. You finished putting away the groceries, putting the noodles you bought for him in the fridge with a sticky note on it, saying that it was for him. You changed into something more comfortable and found your way to the couch. You ate by yourself in front of the tv, watching something mind numbing.

You looked at your phone. It was 1:20 and he still wasn't home. You wanted to stay up and wait for him, but before long you'd fallen asleep. You were still in the same spot you'd been all night. On the couch, facing the tv, waiting for him. You didn't like going to bed without him, so often times you wouldn't. You'd stay up and wait for him, or until you were so tired that you couldn't keep yourself awake. You'd gotten so used to the way he held you, that it became hard to rest comfortably without his presence. The past couple of weeks he'd been coming home from work later and later. Which meant you had been getting less and less sleep.

Around 2:30 in the morning, Katsuki had finally come home. He made sure to enter the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping. Which he was positive you would be at this hour. He kicked off his shoes and he noticed the sound of the tv. Either you were awake or you'd forgotten to turn it off before going to bed. He walked towards the noise, stepping into the living room. The room was dark other than the fast-changing colors coming from the tv. He leaned over the coffee table to find the remote, and he noticed your hunched over sleeping form on the couch. You must have stayed up waiting for him again, he thought. He quickly turned off the tv, laying the remote back on the table. He knelt down to the edge of the couch, stroking a finger over your cheek softly. He slid his arms underneath you, picking you up bridal style. In your unconscious state, you instinctively buried your head in his neck, mumbling something incoherent.

He carried you into your shared bedroom. He gently laid you down on your side of the bed, trying his best not to wake you. He covered you with a blanket before finally getting out of the clothes he'd been wearing all day. He was too exhausted to do anything else other than go to sleep. He climbed into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His nose was buried in your hair, and he could smell your scented shampoo. He laid there for a few moments, waiting for his mind to relax the same way his body did. Suddenly, the thought of Izuku flooded his brain. He missed him.

Before you'd come back into his life, the two of them had a secret relationship. It was hidden from the rest of your class, including you, for many reasons. Mostly because both of them were just discovering their sexualities. It was difficult for them both, but especially hard on Bakugo. It made him question everything. Especially since the person who made him discover these feelings was someone he thought he despised. It lasted for a few months at best. But in those few months they both became so attached to each other. Of course, in front of everyone else, he was still mean to Izuku. The same bully he'd always been. But behind closed doors, he would soften. A kind of behavior that only you and Izuku had ever been able to pull out of him.

Your return stirred up a lot of trouble in their relationship. At first, everything had been fine. They were both happy to have their childhood friend back in their lives after such a long time. But Izuku became jealous of how much time Kacchan was spending with you. And then that night you spent in his room caused a huge fight between them. The memory started to fill Katsuki's thoughts as he began to replay that day.

6 years ago at UA highschool

Izuku sat off to the side, watching everyone fight at ground beta. He'd just finished up his fight with Sero, moving him up one spot in the bracket. He was watching your fight with Kacchan. At the end of the fight, he watched how Bakugo had you pinned to the ground. He watched the look in your eyes while they stared into his. It made him uneasy. He wished he could see the expression on Bakugo's face, but he couldn't at this angle. It made him nervous. The way you looked at him. The same way Kacchan looked at Deku when they were alone. He leaned over to Shoji, who was sitting next to him. "Hey, do you think something is going on between the two of them?" Deku asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the two of you. "Y/n and Bakugo? Probably." Shoji replied. Izuku flinched. He turned his head to Shoji, wanting to know more. "W- uh...why do you say that?" Shoji crossed two of his many arms, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, she spends like every night hanging out in his room. And I saw her leaving his dorm this morning." Deku sat up straight in his chair. "What? She was leaving his room this morning?" Shoji nodded his head. "Don't tell anyone though, I told them I'd keep my mouth shut about it." Izuku relaxed his expression, not wanting to give away his thoughts. He nodded to Shoji, assuring him that he wouldn't say anything. He leaned back in his chair, and his brain was running a million miles an hour.

'Y/n spent the night in his room...'

That same thought kept playing in his brain for the rest of combat training. After the brackets were finished, he headed straight back to the dorm, too in his head to focus on anything else.

He sat in his room staring at the ceiling. He fidgeted with his fingers while his thoughts ran wild. This must have gone on for hours because the next thing he knew, the sun was setting in his window. His overactive thoughts were becoming too much. He needed to talk to Kacchan about it. Especially since their relationship was always a secret. Closed doors and no affection from Bakugo in public. Does Kachaan really love me...? Doubts flooded his mind. The image of your and Bakugo fighting still fresh in his mind.

He dragged his phone out of his pocket, opening Bakugo's contact and sending him a message. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." There was a small lake just off campus. There was a spot at the edge of the water that was shielded by trees. There was a park bench there, though no one ever visited the area. Kacchan and Deku would meet up here a lot in the middle of the night. It was somewhere they could spend time together without the worry of being seen. They used to come here a lot but since you'd come back, they haven't as much.

Bakugo sat at his desk, doing some homework on his laptop. His phone dinged. It was a message from Deku. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." He looked up at the top corner of his screen, it was 9pm. Usually you would have come to his room by now to hang out, but tonight you didn't. He worried that he messed something up by the tension he caused earlier in the day after your fight. But he didn't have time to think about it. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and closed his laptop. He wasn't sure what Izuku wanted to talk about, but he was happy to have some alone time with him, nonetheless. Maybe "we need to talk" was just code for sex. He really didn't know. It wouldn't have been the first time Izuku called him there for something, just to pounce on him once he arrived.

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Izuku stood at the water's edge, hands stuffed in his pockets, waiting for Kacchan to show up. He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet ripple of the water, in an attempt to calm his nerves. The moonlight glistened off of the lake. He heard footsteps in the grass behind him. He turned as Bakugo approached him, and out of habit, leaned in for a kiss. Something they normally did when they met here. But Deku pulled away. Bakugo was confused. He'd never refused his affection before.

"Are you mad or something?" He questioned. Izuku immediately shoved him backwards. Not very hard, but enough to make him stumble. Katsuki froze, unsure how to react. Izuku stepped closer to him, shoving him again. And again. And again. Katsuki grabbed his wrists when he tried to push him a fifth time. "Hey, what's up with you?" Deku had never initiated a fight between them before, something was wrong.

Izuku struggled in his grasp, breaking free from his grip almost immediately. He pushed him back again, this time using his quirk. Bakugo flew back a few feet. Green lightning flickered around Izuku's body. The look in his eyes was dark. "Fight me." He said sternly. "Deku, I'm not gonna-" Kacchan was cut off by Izuku yelling. "I said fight me!" He threw a hard punch, making Bakugo's face bleed. He kept throwing punch after punch. At first, he didn't fight back. But he realized that his attempts to get him to calm down weren't working. So, he fired up his palms and started swinging. He'd never seen him like this before. Angry and letting his emotions get the best of him. It wasn't like him at all.

Kacchan was on the defensive. He tried desperately to pin Deku down so he could talk to him for just a second. He didn't want to hurt him, but he fired a few heavy shots at him anyway, hoping it would wear him down. The fight went on longer than he wanted it to. But he finally managed to catch Deku slipping.

He could tell that Izuku's emotions were getting in the way. He was usually so coordinated and precise in battle, but right now he was being sloppy. He caught him off his guard with a blow to the knees, making Izuku fall to the ground. Before he had a chance to get up, Katsuki pinned him to the ground. Straddling his waist and holding his wrists against the grass. Izuku squirmed and struggled beneath him, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Hey- HEY!" Bakugo yelled, making Izuku sit still. "Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you or what? You said you wanted to talk." Izuku let out a deep breath, feeling defeated. Katsuki took that as a sign that he was done throwing punches. He got off of him and stood, reaching out his hand to help Izuku stand.

Deku sat down on the bench, wiping the blood from his nose on his sleeve. Kacchan sat next to him, resting his arm over the back of the seat. Neither of them spoke at first, but Bakugo broke the silence. "What's going on? What are you so upset about?" Deku was silent. His hands balled into fists as they rested on his thighs. After a long pause, he spoke. "Do you wanna be with her?" He said softly, voice a bit shaky. Almost like he was afraid to ask.

"What?" Bakugo replied, readjusting his position so his body was facing more towards Deku. Izuku took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and reining in his emotions. "Y/n. Do you wanna be with her?" His head turned, green eyes meeting red. Kacchan hesitated. "...no... yes... maybe? I don't know..." He second guessed his answer every few seconds. The time he spent with you and the growing feelings he felt came into his brain. But just because his feelings for you resurfaced, doesn't mean that he loved Deku any less. Maybe never saying it was a huge mistake. He started to feel... scared. Izuku's eyes shut, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. Bakugo put a hand over Izuku's balled fist. "That doesn't mean I don't wanna be with you though..." Deku's eyes opened. The look on Kacchan's face was something he couldn't read. It was a mixture of a concerned, loving gaze and fear fueled by self-doubt.

Bakugo hadn't quite figured out what exactly it was that he had with Izuku. He was never good at anything involving feelings, much less feelings as complicated as this. All he knew was that he wanted him to stay. And yet when he thought of you, it was the same feeling. He had feelings for you both, strong ones, and it was so confusing and frustrating. He didn't know which way to go, or what he was supposed to do. But he knew that he couldn't have you both.

Both of them fell silent for a few minutes. Neither of them really knowing what to say. Bakugo put a hand to Deku's cheek, wiping away the tear that threatened to stain his skin. He leaned in, hesitating before pressing a kiss to his lips. Deku didn't pull away this time, placing his hand over top of Kacchan's. He pressed his forehead against Deku's. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. They both shut their eyes, staying in that moment.

Deku sniffled, nose stuffed from his tears. There was another long pause before he responded. "I..." he hesitated, unsure if he should really say what he's about to say. "I love you Kacchan. But I...I can't...not like this." Bakugo felt like his heart stopped when Deku said those words

'He...loves me?'

He was at a loss for words. But he had to say something right? When he opened his mouth to speak, they both heard distant footsteps, so they quickly pulled away from each other. Separating themselves on the bench by a foot or two.

Mr. Aizawa emerged from the bundle of trees that shielded the area. He stopped, noticing the two of them on the bench. Both Bakugo and Izuku looked bruised and battered. "I swear to God if I catch you two fighting in the middle of the night one more time, I'm gonna make you both do summer classes." Izuku stood from the bench, inconspicuously wiping away his last tear, pulling himself together. "It won't happen again sir, it's over now." He walked past Aizawa, heading back to the dorms. To anyone else it would sound like he was talking about the fight. But Kacchan knew what he meant by "it's over now." And his heart sank.

The two of them followed Aizawa back to the dorms, only to be scolded for their behavior while they stood in the common area. Bakugo wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, he'd heard it a million times before. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking around the room waiting for Aizawa to be done with his lecture. You caught his attention; you were leaving the girls washroom and your hair was wet. He fidgeted with the toy he kept in his pocket that used to belong to you. He watched as you walked towards the elevator, meeting Iida at the door. Your eyes met. His red irises catching in your e/c eyes. He saw you whisper something to Iida, and Iida whispered something back to you before you both disappeared in the elevator.

Aizawa finally finished his scolding, sending them both to their dorm rooms. Kacchan and Deku both stood in the elevator in complete silence. It stopped on the second floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator without a word. Not even bothering to look back at him. He watched him walk away as the elevator doors closed again, taking him up to the fourth floor.

He hesitated outside his bedroom door. His head was all over the place and he didn't really want to be alone right now. But who else could he go to? Clearly, he couldn't go see Deku like he usually did when something was wrong.

He thought of you. You brought him so much comfort when he was around you. And to be honest, you were the only thing that was making sense to him right now. He was contemplating going to your room. He fidgeted with the toy in his pocket again and sighed. He walked away from his dorm, around the hall to where yours was. His knuckle came up, hesitating before giving a light knock.

You opened the door, and the sight of you calmed his thoughts. "Kacchan, what are you-" he interrupted you. "You didn't come to my room tonight."

[A/N: If you have some confusion about this part, please read the fic this flashback is from. Again, this is a series sequel to You're the only thing that makes sense. with established relationship between y/n and Bakugo. -]

Katsuki sighed, remembering that night. It was both one of the worst, and the best nights. he hated the fact that he lost Deku. But he was so happy to have you. He felt so guilty for having these thoughts lately. For the past couple of weeks, Izuku had invaded his mind on a regular basis. He thought he'd gotten over it a long time ago but now he was starting to question if he ever really did, or just pretended like it didn't happen.

He's never spoken of it since then, never even admitted to being interested in men to anyone aside from Kirishima. His best friend was the only person who knew. Not even y/n. Though Deku had come out as bisexual not long after. But Bakugo decided to remain in the closet publicly.

He wasn't sure what caused this influx of thoughts about him. Maybe it was the fact that him and Deku had been working so closely together lately? The two of them, as well as a few others had teamed up to work a big case against a dangerous villain. You were part of the team too, of course. But having Deku around so much lately might have been causing these feelings to resurface. Or maybe he was just making excuses.

He had to get rid of them. What happened with Deku was a long time ago and he needed to focus on his relationship with you. He knew he'd been distant lately. Staying late hours at work, avoiding you. It wasn't because he didn't want to be around you. But you were good at reading him. Too good. He didn't want you to know. He didn't want you to question what he was thinking about. Because if you'd asked him, he knew you'd catch his lie. He just needed a little more time to get over these resurfaced feelings. And then everything would be okay again.

It wasn't long before he finally drifted off to sleep with you in his arms. Letting the thoughts fade while his consciousness went black.

He dreamed that night. He dreamed that he had you both. He didn't have to choose. He never had to lose Deku. He dreamed that the three of you were happy. Together. But was that even possible? It was just a dream after all...

The next morning, you woke up to Katsuki's alarm. He slept right thru it, but you were now wide awake. You leaned over and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm. You took note of the fact that you were in bed, and so was he. He had his arms wrapped around you in a tight bear hug, like he always did. You laid there for just a minute. Taking in this moment when things felt okay.

You rolled over, still engulfed in his arms. You brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked so calm when he slept. He wasn't angry, or sad. He wasn't frustrated or stressed out. He was just at peace. As nice as it was, you decided to wake him. If he didn't get up soon, you'd both be late.

You gently tapped on his nose; he was a bit ticklish there. You watch as his face scrunched, and his nose twitched under your touch. He hummed out a low groan. "You gotta get up so we can go fight crime" you teased in a low whisper. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours. You smiled at him. "Good morning, Teddy Bear." He sighed. "Good morning" you responded. He slowly sat up, while you stayed in your laying position. You watched his back muscles flex when he stretched his arms above his head, the sunlight peeking thru the curtains making his skin glow. He climbed out of bed, heading towards the large master bathroom. You rolled out of bed soon after and followed not far behind. The two of you had a semi-consistent morning routine when getting ready for work, and today was no different.

When you stepped into the bathroom, he was readjusting himself in his boxers while he stepped away from the toilet. Over the last 6 years you've been together, you've both become extremely comfortable with each other. He walked over to one of the double sinks in the bathroom and began washing his hands. You stepped over to the toilet, pulling your shorts down and following suit. "What time did you come home last night?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Around 2:30 I think" he responded, drying his hands on the towel to his left.

He picked up his red toothbrush that sat next to your purple one, wetting the bristles and squeezing the light blue paste onto the brush. You finished quickly and joined him in that action. It was silent for the length of two alphabets. He spit into the sink, picking up the glass he kept next to the faucet and rinsed out his mouth. then shut off the water and put his toothbrush back in its spot.

He turned with his back to the mirror, leaning on the counter and his head turned to you while you finished up. He broke the silence. "I got a call from an Agency in the states yesterday."

"Yeah? What'd they say?" You mumbled with your mouth full of paste. He sighed. "They need me in America for a big case they're working on. They asked me to go overseas for a bit, Kiri and Shinsou too." You spit in the sink and rinsed your mouth. Putting your toothbrush back next to his. "What did you say?" Your eyes didn't leave the sink. He hesitated before answering. "The both of them already agreed to go, so I figured I might as well if they needed the help."

Your heart sank a bit. It wasn't the first time he had to go away for hero work. It usually wasn't overseas, but even then, it wasn't really a big deal. You just didn't like being alone. After you'd finally escaped the hell that was your father, you and Kacchan moved in together immediately. He was your home, and whenever he was away for too long, you'd get anxious. It was a trait about yourself that you greatly disliked, but he's assured you many times that he didn't mind how much you tend to miss him.

"How long will you be gone?" He hesitated again before answering. "...Five weeks at most." You looked over to him, the look on his face was sympathetic. He knew you hated when he was away for long periods of time. "...when are you leaving?"

"Three days." You nodded your head. You didn't really know what to say, you couldn't protest. Ask him to stay. No, that would be too selfish. He was a great hero and people needed him. What right did you have to keep him all to yourself. "Okay..." The tone in your voice was a bit sad, and he caught that.

"Come here" he pushed off the counter and took a step towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and yours lazily rested at his hips. He pulled your face into his chest and let his chin rest atop of your head. "I'm sorry things have been so rough lately, Teddy Bear. I know it hasn't been easy...but we'll be okay. I promise, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed the top of your head, and you fully wrapped your arms around his waist. Then two of you just stood there for a few minutes, holding each other. He'd gotten a lot better at knowing when you needed comfort over the years. And he'd also gotten better at giving it to you.

You finally pulled away from the hug. "I'm gonna take a shower." you sighed while your arms dropped from his waist. He removed his from your shoulders and placed his hands on your hips. "Is it okay if I join you?" He smirked, pulling you a little closer and kissing your cheek. You nodded your head, face turning a little red. He let go of you and let you turn on the shower. He came up behind you while you stuck your hand under the water to test the temperature. His hands snaked up your shirt and slid over your soft skin. He kissed at the nape of your neck. He was being very soft and gentle with you. Once the water reached your desired temperature, you removed your hand from under the water. His fingers hooked into the hem of your oversized shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it off your arms. He kissed your neck again, wrapping his arms around you and taking one of your breasts in hand. He squeezed lightly and pressed himself against you. You felt the bulge in his boxers and your face ran hot. Even after so many years, he still managed to get you flustered.

You stuck your thumbs in your shorts, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Bakugo's hands left your body, and he did the same. You stepped into the shower, and he followed close behind. The water was warm against your skin, the steam filling the air. Kacchan grabbed your purple loofah that hung on one of the hooks on the shower wall. It was already wet thanks to the large shower head hitting the wall before the two of you stepped in.

He squeezed some of your lavender scented soup onto the loofah, rubbing it in until it turned to suds. He dragged the spongy material across your shoulders, coating your skin in soapy bubbles. "You remember the first time we did this?" His voice was soft. His hand that held the loofah snaked around to the front of your body. He pressed his chest against your back, letting the soap cover him as well while he coated your breasts with suds. "You were so nervous" he chuckled, smiling at the memory. You felt the loofah travel to your neck, covering it in soap as well. "Your hands were shaky..." He paused, moving the loofah towards your lower stomach. "...and you wouldn't even look me in the eyes." He shoved the loofah in between your legs, bringing a small yelp from your lips as you felt the material drag across your clit.

"Yeah, I remember" you spoke quietly. Your hand grabbed onto his large bicep that wrapped around you. Your hand slid down his arm until it was over top of his. You pulled his hand, along with the loofah, up your body until it was at your chest again. You took the loofah out of his hand and turned to face him. The steaming water hit your bare back and it felt so nice. He peered down at you as your hands raked over his muscular torso, coating him in your lavender soap. You dragged it over his shoulder and around the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer to you. Your lips pressed against his, and his tongue found yours. His hand rested at the back of your jaw below your ear, thumb on your cheek. His other reached around and squeezed your ass hard. His lips left yours and met the skin of your neck, a spot where there was no soap. He sank his teeth in you, and you moaned. "I'm gonna miss those pretty noises you make, teddy bear" you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together. His praises never failed to soak you at your core.

He slid both his hands to cup the back of your thighs and lifted you up so easily like he always did. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, looking for stability. He turned slightly, resting you on the metal bar of the shower wall, though he still held most of your weight. He kissed you passionately, pushing your back against the cold, wet tile. He shielded most of the water from you with his tall figure.

He grinded against you, dragging the wet skin of his shaft across your clit. He kissed your neck again. "Please Kacchan" you moaned out. You knew how much he liked it when you'd beg for him. It made him feel wanted. Desired. Something you did a good job of anyway, but this just sent it home. You felt him twitch against you. His hand reached between you, and he lined himself up with your entrance, not bothering to give you any kind of prep. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls. Your breath hitched and your eyes shut, followed with a sinful whimper.

He really would miss this feeling while he was away.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. You moaned and whimpered into his ear while he fucked you against the wall. It was driving him absolutely mad. His palm slapped the tiled surface, looking for stability when he quickened his pace. His other arm wrapped around your arched back, holding onto you tight. Your moans got louder. So did his, echoing in the small space. You'd figured out a long time ago that neither of you were very good at being quiet. He was hitting so deep, abusing your sweet spot. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes rolling with it as you reached your climax.

Your scream echoed off the shower walls and you tightened around him. So much so that it became difficult to move in and out of you without a bit of force. But that didn't stop him. His thrusts became rougher, bullying his way inside of you. The feeling caused your orgasm to last much longer than it should have. The way your walls gripped him, and the sound of your broken cries sent him over the edge. It wasn't long before you felt hot, sticky ropes of cum shoot into you. He slowed down but not by much, continuing to push it deeper. His breathing was heavy, yours shaky. He finally pulled out of you, slowly. He looked down and watched the cum drip out of you and onto the shower floor. God, what a pretty sight this was. The woman he loved most, filled to the brim by him. Screaming for him.

He leaned over you, resting his head on the wall next to yours, still catching his breath. "I love you. So fucking much" he panted in your ear. "I love you too." You spoke softly thru your broken breathing.

He lifted you off the metal bar, though your legs were a little weak. He let you hold onto him for support. The two of you finished washing up in the shower, feeling the cold air as you both stepped out naked. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you before grabbing one for himself. He grabbed another smaller towel and ruffled his wet hair. He laid that towel around his shoulders while you both walked out of the bathroom and back into your room. You stood at the foot of your bed and continued to dry off your wet skin. Kacchan slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and some jeans. Following with black hoodie, pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

You were just pulling on a pair of panties and clasping your bra when you felt his hand on your waist and he leaned over your shoulder. "I'll make breakfast while you finish getting ready." He kissed your cheek before walking out of your bedroom. It'd always taken you a bit longer to get ready then him, since you had more steps.

He was being extra sweet today. At least more than he'd been lately. You'd hoped this meant that things were getting better and this rocky period wouldn't last much longer. You went back into the bathroom, blow drying your hair and putting on light makeup. You pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a cream-colored knitted sweater. You left your hair down, like you did most days and grabbed your phone before walking out into the apartment.

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and you followed it into the kitchen. You saw a bowl of egg yolks on the counter with a whisk sitting in it. You watched as Katsuki laid two pieces of egg-covered bread into a skillet, listening to the sound it made with it started to sizzle. "Bacon AND French toast? Is it my birthday or something?" You teased as you sat in one of the island counter stools. He smirked flipping over the bread in the pan. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and put one large piece of French toast on it along with a few strips of bacon. He grabbed the maple syrup out of the fridge and set them both on the counter in front of you. He walked around the counter to where you were sitting and grabbed your face gently. He turned your head to look at him and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Thank you for the udon. I'm sorry I wasn't home to eat it with you, but I'll make sure to take it for lunch today." You paused for a moment. This felt weird. Not in a bad way, but just... Different. He was being nice. Too nice. This was unlike him. "...you're welcome?" Something was up but you weren't quite sure what. "Are you feeling okay?" You asked him as he made his own plate and sat next to you. "Me? Yeah I'm fine. Why?" He responded before dousing his toast in syrup. "You're super lovey dovey this morning, and I just wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong."

he scoffed. "Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection?" He teased, trying to break the heaviness of the question. The truth was that he felt really guilty about being distant. About thinking of Deku. And on top of that, leaving for five weeks while you guys were working stuff out. He'd never say it to your face, but he'd always had a fear of losing you. Scared he wasn't good enough or that one day you might see him the same way everyone else did. So, he was trying to make up for it by doing all the things he knew you liked. But he didn't expect to be questioned about it.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I like it, it's just..." You paused, trying to find the right words. "You don't usually act like this, so I was just checking in." You felt a bit insecure about questioning his behavior. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything, after all it wasn't really a problem. You couldn't complain.

There was that tension again. That heavy tension that hung in the air. The one that has been bothering you for so long.

The two of you finished your breakfast in silence and headed to work. The drive to the agency was silent, apart from the radio that played at a low volume. You walked into the building together, still in silence. You separated into a different locker rooms, both of you returning in your hero costumes.

You both stepped into the elevator and headed up to the 5th floor where both of your offices were. "I'm going to hold a team meeting today so be in the conference room at 10, okay?" He spoke, adjusting the sleeve of his suit. You responded with a simple mhm before it fell silent. As the two of you stepped out of the elevator, you were both greeted by your many sidekicks and assistants. "Diana, could you do me a favor and get a hold of everyone on the PVT case? Tell them I'm holding a meeting at 10am." He instructed one of his assistants. She nodded to him before walking away, presumably to do what he asked.

The PVT case was the "Pit Viper Tokara" case that everyone had teamed up on. The investigation had been running for a few months now and the past couple weeks have been full of immense progress.

Tokara Doku is the high-class villain that's been wreaking havoc on Japan. Up until now, Japan's biggest threat was the league of villains. But since the war had ended, and the new generation of heroes took over, things have been pretty quiet.

Tokara's first appearance was just 3 years ago. There had been a string of Murders linked with poisonous venom. None of the victims had a pattern that the detectives could see, and the type of poison used couldn't be matched in any database. It was a hard case for the police to crack, so they brought it to the pros. It was Chargbolt who made the first discovery of the Venom Villain, a young man by the name of Shio Takumi, more well-known now as the villain Tokara Doku.

Since then, his attacks on innocent civilians have become increasingly frequent and his methods seem to be more and more sadistic. A handful of agencies thought it best to work together and share what information we had on the villain, spending months on detailed investigations. The people attending are Pinky and Red Riot with their shared agency, Creati, Hitoshi and Chargebolt (also together) Shoto Todoroki, along with Deku, and last but not least Bakugo and your's shared agency.

~

You opened the conference room door, noticing Kacchan and Eiji talking at one end of the room. A few of your fellow pro heroes littered the large space in various locations. The room bright with florescent lights, a long dark Mahagony table with chairs surrounding it. You took a seat at your usual spot, right beside Katsuki's chair at the head of the long wooden table. You sat and waited for the meeting to start, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve to keep you distracted. Quiet chattering filled the room while your brain scattered.

Thoughts about this morning filled your mind. 5 whole weeks without Kacchan. Come the think of it, the two of you never spent more than just a few days apart since high school. Only ever a week at most maybe.

What if being away from you for that long made things worse...

You were pulled from your thoughts when the chair next to you was pulled out with a quiet scraping against the white tiled floor. You heard a familiar voice. "Hey pup!" You looked to see Izuku beaming his sweet smile at you. "Oh- hey zuku." His smile faltered for just a second before he turned soft.

He noticed something seemed... Off.

"You alright y/n?" He tilted his head down just slightly to level with you. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but he just had a feeling that something was weighing on your mind. "What? Oh- yeah no no I'm fine." You waved off his concern. He leaned his head forward, raising his brows and giving you a look thru his lashes. "You sure?" You nodded and gave him a soft smile, assuring him that you were indeed, fine.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, you heard your boyfriend's booming voice fill the room. "Okay, a few things we need to get thru today. But first..." He paused, readjusting his posture, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight onto one foot. His frame towered over the table. "Kirishima, Shinsou, and I will be leaving in a couple days to take up a mission in America for a few weeks. While I'm gone, Deku will take over on leading this case with y/n." He glanced over to the two of you before continuing.

"As of now, we only have one lead on a possible location on where Tokara is hiding out." He picks up a small black remote from the table and turns to the white projector screen behind him. He turned the screen on and cleared his throat gruffly. "He's been able to escape our surveillance for about 2 weeks now, but one of Red Riot's sidekicks said he spotted him outside Shizuoka prison, and he was headed into this abandoned factory just a few blocks away." He clicked the remote and a slideshow of photos popped up of the abandoned building he was talking about.

He turns back to the group at the table. "We will not be taking any steps of action until I return, unless it is absolutely necessary." at the opposite end of the table you heard Hypno huff in annoyance. Bakugo turned towards the purple haired hero. "Got a problem, Shinsou?" he glared at him, red eyes burning. "As a matter of fact, I do, Dynamite." he said gruffly. "Denki still hasn't fully recovered from the most recent attack. He barely made it out of that fucking fight alive. I don't think we should be waiting to solve this issue just so more people can end up hurt!" his voice raised, and the rest of the group looked at Bakugo with expecting eyes. He replied, "I don't think rushing into something this serious, with the little information we have, is such a bright idea, idiot." the last word coated in malice.

Momo chimed in from the seat across from you, trying to lower the tension before it got worse. "Are we positive he's working alone? I know we've found no evidence of a partner or other villains, but his crimes as of late seem to be too complex for just one person to accomplish alone." Katsuki sighed. "We aren't positive, no. But just like you said, we have absolutely no evidence of him working with anyone else. I don't underestimate him to do all of this on his own, however we will be prepared for the possibility of other participants." he said this with a certainty in his voice. Strong and confident.

The meeting continued like any other, after 2 hours of heated conversation, it ended with a final conclusion of what was to take place while he was overseas. Though the two of you started this agency together, and it belongs equally to you both, Kacchan ran this place like a well-oiled machine. Always on top of things, keeping everyone organized and in check. There was a reason he was second only to Deku. And he never let being "number 2 hero" phase him. Getting his job done with efficiency.

On your way out of the meeting, Izuku catches you by the arm. "Hey, so uh, I didn't really have a chance to say this earlier... But we should get lunch sometime, we haven't really hung out in a while and I miss you" there was that sweet smile again, the one that always felt so warm and welcoming. "Yeah, that'd be great! I miss you too Zuku." You replied eagerly, returning his smile. "Maybe I'll even get ya another pup-cup" he teased, brushing his knuckle on the end of your nose.

Two years ago...

The four of you in Deku's black BMW, sat in the drive thru, waiting for Izuku to finish placing his order. You sat in the passenger seat being the DJ (He always gave you the aux.) Kacchan and Eiji were squeezed in the back seat with Ichika, Zuku's black and white spotted Great Dane.

You turned down the music while Izuku spoke the order out the window and into the speaker, mindlessly scrolling thru your phone. You weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, but you did hear your name. "Y/n, what do you want?" You looked up from your phone. "Uuhh I don't really know the menu all that well. Just get me whatever it was you brought me last time that tasted like cookies and cream." He turned away from you and continued with the order.

Next thing you knew you were being handed a cardboard tray of drinks and a little paper bag with warmth radiating from its contents. "Here baby" you handed Kacchan his drink, following with Eiji's right after, then setting yours and Zuku's in the front seat cup holders. He then handed you two small paper cups that were filled with nothing but what looked like whipped cream. You'd never seen this before.

You stuck your finger into one of the cups and tasted it. It was sweet and fluffy against your taste buds. You stuck out your tongue and licked at the cream some more. As Izuku turned back to you, he noticed. "y/n? Why are you eating the pup-cup?" He laughed, and you paused. "The what-cup?"

Out of your peripheral, you saw Ichi with her head poking thru the seat, head tilted, and ears raised as she watched you eat her treat. Izuku laughed again, picking up the second small paper cup and holding it up for the dog. "a pup-cup. It's supposed to be a treat for Ichi." He looked over to his pet, whose large tongue was going everywhere but the whipped cream. Your eyes darted between the two of them for a second as you realized. You heard Eiji in the back seat start laughing when he caught on.

"How's the treat, pup?" Izuku teased. And he never let you live it down. you laughed embarrassed as the three of them chuckled, blushing as you hide your embarrassment behind your hands.

The memory of where his nick name for you originated, seeped into your thoughts as you watched him walk away, pulling his coat over his hero suit before the elevator doors closed.

You could see the last sliver of sun peak over the horizon from your office window as it set. Mostly everyone had left the office by now, only few employees stayed late to finish their paperwork. Kacchan came thru the elevator doors, finishing up his evening patrol. Through your open office door, you watched him enter his own and set his gauntlets in the small chair.

You quickly logged off of your desktop computer, making your way over to him. footsteps quietly echoing in the empty office hallway. You leaned against the open-door frame and lightly knocked on the wood to get his attention. He turned to face you, taking off his green and orange gloves and setting them on the corner of his desk. "You 'bout ready to head home?" You asked quietly as you shoved your hands in your pockets. "I've got some paperwork I need to finish up, but you should go get some rest." He replied, stepping closer to you, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket and handing them to you. "Go ahead and take the car, I'll get a cab when I finish up." He cupped your face and pulled you a bit closer to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "Okay." You mumbled. He sighed, moving his hand to lift your chin and look him in the eyes. He saw the slight pout on your face. He pursed his lips slightly, mimicking your pout. "I love you." He said in a bit of a whiney voice, trying his best to make you feel better. You let out a huff, staring into his vermillion eyes for a moment. "Yeah, yeah I love you too... Idiot."

He smirked. "That's my girl." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before turning back to his desk. "Drive safe, I'll text you when I'm on my way home."

~

Katsuki sat at his desk; chin rested in his palms while he filled out reports. Sun fully set now, and only soft fluorescent light filled the room.

"Why am I not surprised that you're still working?" Kacchan looked up from his computer to see the green haired hero leaning against the door frame of his office. "What are you doing here? Thought you left after the meeting." His eyes turned back to his computer screen to continue his work.

"I did. But I had a sneaky feeling you'd still be here, and I wanted to talk. " He pushed off the door frame, taking a seat at one of the chairs opposite Katsuki's desk. "Talk? About what?" He continued to type.

"Something's been off with you lately." Izuku stated. "Hm? Nah I'm good." Kacchan brushed it off.

"That wasn't a question. I can tell." He paused as Bakugo looked over to him. He smirked. "You forget that I can read you like a book." Katsuki scoffed, turning back to his computer once more. "Okay. And if there was something going on, what are you gonna do about it?" Deku shrugged as he spoke; "We can talk about it?" Bakugo scoffed again. "You've known me how many years? And you think asking me to talk about my feelings is gonna work? Yeah, okay." He shook his head.

Izuku pressed his lips into a thin line, not surprised by his apprehensive behavior. It was quiet for a moment before Izuku broke the silence. "I was invited to go drinking with some of the team tonight, you should come."

"I'll pass, thank you very much." Bakugo didn't even bother looking away from his computer. "Oh, c'mon Kacchan, when was the last time you took a breather from all this hero stuff? You're a worse workaholic than me."

"I'm also not number one." He retorts. Izuku stayed quiet and Bakugo looked over at that signature puppy-dog pout that always got him what he wanted. He sighed, rolling his eyes. " who's gonna be there?" Izuku smiled a little. " Kiri and Mina, and also Denks and Shinsou. And me of course." he chuckled. Katsuki looked over at him again, noticing his smile.

'That damn smile...' He felt himself caving to Deku's request. 'it's just a night out. Maybe a few drinks and CASUAL conversation will help me get over these feelings. He lied to himself.

"Fine. Let me finish up this last report and we'll go." He finally agreed, tongue in cheek. Izuku beamed a triumphant smile, telling Kacchan he'd meet him outside before leaving thru the elevator.

He shot you a quick text.

Kit-Kat❤️:

Deku wants me to go drinking with him and a few others, you wanna come?

Teddy Bear🧸:

I'd love to, but I'm really tired :( I haven't gotten much sleep lately

You have fun tho baby<3

Kit-Kat❤️:

Okay teddy bear, love you💕

Teddy Bear🧸:

Love you too🥰

he smiled softly at the message, warmth in his chest from your quick reply. He really was in love with you. Although he was confused and distracted those feelings never changed. He headed to the agency locker room and quickly shed his uniform before finding Deku in the parking lot.

He didn't realize what was about to come...

✰🅱🆄🅽✰ + ❦︎ʜᴀʀᴜ❦︎

Part 2

💕

Hello, can I get a short fic a/b reader who's dating Deku, but both are unaware that Bakugou likes reader also? Reader isn't a fan of Bakugou and always complains to Deku about how he kisses his ass too much and lets him get away with ish. Reader is definitely more sensitive/indignant than Deku tbh.

*ahem* this took embarrassingly long. But,, here. I like it <3

Bakugou X Reader X Deku

SFW, mild angst

Contains: yelling, insults, implied self harm *briefly at the end, very vauge*, bakudeku if you squint, references of suicide *in refrence to middle school Deku*

    Katsuki Bakugou was not jealous. Bakugou was confident and was going to be a top hero, and top heroes didn’t have time to be jealous. And, above all that, he was not jealous if stupid Deku. 

    Sure, maybe he was mad that dumb Deku got a partner before he did, but it wasn’t personal. Bakugou definitely didn't think about you. He didn’t think about the way your hands would look in his, the way it would look when his much larger arm rested around your waist. He didn’t think about sparring with you all the time, the way your body would look glistening in sweat as you cave him all you had. He only thought about sparring with you because he wanted to kill you, you were just another extra… right?

    But you were soft, delicate even. But, you also were assertive, not all peppy like the other girls. You were always looking for a fight. You wanted to protect people, not just save them. You weren’t afraid to kick Mineta in the balls (both sets), and you weren’t afraid of hero work. You never hesitated to jump into the fight. You were heroic- worth Bakugou’s time. 

It made sense you would like Deku more than him, it made sense Deku would get you. Deku was going to be a pro hero too, and with the way All Might dotes after him, he would be a hell of a hero too. Deku was smart, he was kind, and he was a decent fighter. He was everything that Bakugou wasn't. 

Because to you, Deku was a hero. He was going to save the world one day. But Bakugou was just a villain who managed to fool everyone into letting him be a hero. To you, Deku was kind and caring; Bakugou was just loud and violent. When Deku was emotional, Bakugou was just loud. He was a prick to you, and he knew it-and that destroyed him. 

***

“Hey Kacchan! Come hang out with us tonight!” Deku stood over Bakugou's desk, freckled face glowing as he smiled. Bakugou noticed your presence behind Deku. You were trying to hide your annoyance, Bakugou noticed. 

“No way would I ever hang out with you losers.”

Kirishima grabbed Bakugou’s shoulders, squeezing him playfully. “C’mon Bakugou! It’ll be fun.”

“Fuck off, shitty hair. I’m not going.”

Deku looked defeated. You knew how badly he wanted to hang out with Bakugou again. You didn’t see why of course- Bakugou was a jerk and wasn’t worth your boyfriend’s time. But, alas, you would do anything for the green haired boy.

You gave Bakugou a side glance, “Everyone is going- it would make you lame if you were the only one who missed.”

Bakugou looked at you, both angered and intrigued. “Huh? What did you say to me?” He rose from his seat, leaning around Deku to see you closer.  You looked him in the eyes, not intimidated or threatened. Deku looked vaguely panicked next to the both of you.

“I said you would look like the class loser to skip. It’s just a group hang out, Kacchan.” You teased his nickname, knowing it would set him off. 

Bakugou tried to leap forward to you, sparks setting off from his hands. “Shut up, dumb bitch!” 

You were about to hit him first, before Deku grabbed you to hold you back, his large arms containing you. Kirishima held down Bakugou, having to harden his arms to hold the explosive boy back. 

Deku drug you off somewhere, whispering in your ear in an attempt to calm you down. Kirishima sat Bakugou down. “Dude, you have to accept that she doesn’t like you.”

Bakguou rolled his eyes, looking out the classroom window. He knew you didn’t but he wasn’t going to accept it. 

“You have to move on. It isn’t manly to fight a girl.”

“It’s plenty okay to fight her, she started it!” Bakugou sat down in his seat, mumbling angrily. “and I don't like her- she's just as shitty as all of you extras.” 

Kirishima looked Bakugou up and down, seeing through his bullshit. “Whatever you say, bro.”

Bakugou let out a ‘tch’, thinking back at your interaction. He never wanted to actually hurt you, maybe playfully rough you up, but not genuinely hurt you. He never meant to yell at you either, you clearly preferred softer guys anyway. 

***

“You really shouldn’t fight Kacchan so much-”

You snapped your eyes to Midoriya, blood still boiling. “And why is that?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

“He did everything. He’s a jerk.”

“He’s going to be a hero just like us, Y/N, one of the best-”

“Not with the way he treats people. He’s going to be a shitty hero-”

“Don’t say that. You don’t know Kacchan the way I do.” Midoriya tried to reach for your hand, but you swatted it away. 

“Do you even know him? He bullied you in middle school and was never really your friend as a kid. Honestly, Izuku, I don’t know why you kiss his ass so much, he will never respect you back and is always going to make your life, everyone’s life, hell.”

Midoriya’s jaw dropped at your words, unsure of what to do. You had never been this mad at him, or at anyone. Small fits of anger were a normal occurrence for you, but normally a minute alone and a kiss to the forehead would put you at ease- but this was beyond Midoriya. 

You crossed your arms, walking away from Midoriya. He ran behind you, trying to catch up. 

“Wait, Y/N, you can’t just leave.”

“Yes I can. I can’t be around that blond headed shit stick anymore or I’ll fight him.”

“You would win-”

“Don’t kiss my ass now, Midoriya.”

Midoriya looked to the ground. He really wanted to support you, but he also knew that he respected Kachan. To him, Bakugou was a hero, someone he looked up to. Bakugou was powerful, his quirk was amazing. He had the talent and skills to become a hero. He was someone who demanded authority and respect, he was a talented hero. He was amazing. 

“I’m sorry, just don’t go yet-” he peaked up at you, your body leaning against the wall, head in hands. 

“I won't go anywhere.”

“Good. Perfect.” Midoriya walked to you, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms to rest on your waist. He placed soft kisses on your hairline. 

“I’m sorry I got mad.” Your voice was not much more than a mumbled, muffled in his shirt. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry Kacchan doesn’t listen.”

You tensed, aggravated Midoriya just wasn't getting it. 

“Why do you respect him?” You peeled back, looking up at him. Midoriya’s arms stayed firm around your waist. “To me, he just seems mean. I mean, the kid bullied you your entire life. He told you to kill yourself ‘Zuku. Why do you keep pining after him?”

Midoriya blinked. “I don’t know. I just think hes going to be a great hero, and I admire that.”

You let out a defeated sigh. “So is Todoroki, and he’s nice to you!”

“I do respect Todoroki-”

“Not as much as you respect Bakugou.”

Midoriya stayed silent. You were right, he just didn’t agree with you. He was someone of reason who tried to work his way through things logically, but your view of Kacchan didn’t make sense to him. Yea, he was sort of loud and abrasive, but that was just one of those things about him, like how Todoroki is blunt and Iida is controlling. It wasn’t bad, it was just part of him. He knew that he didn’t have the best relationship with Bakugou in the past, but things can change; people can change. It was all water under the bridge now. You were all going to be heroes soon, none of that middle school stuff mattered, not to Midoriya anyways. 

“Let's just go back to class. We can worry about this later.” You started to pry yourself out of Midoriya’s grasp, his arms only pulling you in closer to him. 

“Thank you for trying to listen to me. I promise Kacchan wont lash out to you again, okay?” 

You nodded, not really believing him. Most of the time, you were the one who pissed Bakugou off first anyways. Midoriya placed a chaste kiss to your lips, letting his hands fall from your waist to find your hands. He placed a small kiss to your knuckles, watching your grow pink with the familiar blush he loved to see. 

***

Bakugou watched Deku kiss you, his arms holding you close. It made him sick. You should have been in his arms, his hand on your waist, his lips on yours. His hands tightened into fists, small burns forming on his own palms. He knew he wasn’t what you wanted, he knew you weren’t ever going to like him, but he couldn't stop pining after you. He couldn’t stop daydreaming about you, how he would treat you, the places he would take you. 

When you walked back into the room with Deku, both of you avoided his traveling gaze. You shot him a fast glare before Deku could usher you both back to your seats next to each other, Iida immediately lecturing you. 

It was the first time you saw Bakugou without his angry scowl, but rather, a sad frown. 

How could he do this to my poor heart?? 🥺🥹

JOSEPH QUINN 2022 | Bartek Szmigulski ph. for Wonderland Magazine

Bibliophile Brew

Pairings: Bakudeku x barista!reader

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: SFW. No smut, but (bc I'm me) it may be included in part 2, so Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, minor SA mentioned briefly but not described (old perv gets handsy with a teenage barista), language, misunderstanding, eventual BKDK x reader. Lmk if I forgot anything!

I’ll release part 2 when this reaches 100 likes and 25 reblogs!

Word Count: 5.5k

God, the morning rush sucks. You wish something more creative or productive was swimming in your head while looking at the long line of impatient people crowding the cafe. You send a silent prayer that you don’t catch whatever illness plagued your morning barista that caused her to call out so suddenly before her shift that caused you to cover for her…on your one day off. Sometimes helping with running your family's business sucks.

"Thank you, and have a great day!" you say sweetly as you hand the customer their order before rushing back to the cash register for the next order. The entire morning was a back-and-forth of rushed orders, messily thrown together coffees, and half-listened to thanks. Luckily, most were your regulars, and you had a fairly solid routine down for the typical orders. It was all going very smoothly for a solo shift. Until near the end of the rush when some new people came in.

The dwindled crowd of customers parted like the Red Sea with the presence of a spiky-headed blonde with red eyes and a bubbly man with a black cap over a head of curly green hair. That man stopped to talk to a few of the customers who swarmed him, pulling the mask down his face and offering a dazzling smile. The other man's face fell into indifference while his partner busied himself with chatting, and he made his way up to the front of the line as the rest of your customers broke formation in crowding the other man. If you hadn't been so sleep-deprived from the closing shift the night before and running around the entirety of the opening shift, you might have recognized the customer in front of you and his friend as pro heroes number one and two in their streetwear, but you were dazed and too tired to realize that fact. You give your signature customer service smile—the exact same one that you give to all your customers—and then ask for his order. In a gruff, perpetually agitated tone, he recites his and the other man's orders. The rest of the cafe seems to be bursting with nervous energy, something you dismiss, thinking that maybe these people know each other (you don’t know them so can’t rule it out)—the green-haired man certainly is friendly enough with everyone to have so many connections—or maybe these men were idols—they both are by far pretty enough, and it's not like you'd know either way since your life was far too busy to keep up with the trending celebrities. But something about them does strike you as familiar...whatever, you don't have time to ruminate on that now.

You scribble down both orders and you utter the simple question, "Name?" without looking up while you're writing. A moment passes and you look up at the blonde, confusion hitting you at the shock on his face.

"You...don't know my name?" He almost scoffs while asking the question, and a huff of a breathless, disbelieving laugh passes his lips as if that explanation is utterly ridiculous.

"Umm," you felt stuck. If you answer honestly, you have the feeling that he would take offense. If you lie, well, you don't lie. You hate liars and you've learned that dishonesty has a way of making any situation worse. Not to mention, he would be expecting you to write his name on the cup, and you seriously doubt your ability to pull a name out of your ass and be right about it. "I—umm—should I?" Yeah, he seems mad, or at least, incredulous at the idea that you don't know who he is.

He opens his mouth to respond but before a syllable leaves him, the green-haired man comes behind him, patting him on the back while sending you a charming smile over his shoulder. He maneuvers to stand next to his partner, circling the three of you in your own conversation. "You can just put it under Kacchan," he says sweetly, smiling brightly. The blonde scoffs while the greenette pulls out 10,000 yen from his wallet and hands it to you. You scramble to gather his change before he waves off your slightly panicked monetary calculations. "You can keep the change."

"But..." you're dumbfounded while staring at the half-collected change in your hands. "But I can't—I mean, you're order was only 1,700 yen–"

"He said take the fucking change!" the blonde bursts out, crossing his arms with a scowl and sending your shoulders jumping from the harsh sound. "Just be grateful for it! Geez!"

“Kacchan!” The green-haired man pats the blonde's arm soothingly with a juxtaposed pointed look on his facial features.

"I-I am grateful!" you stammer, bowing slightly to the two men. "I apologize, I just didn't want to unwittingly take advantage and wanted to be certain. It-it was just a bit shocking, is all."

"Oh, no need to apologize!" The greenette man begins to ramble, shaking his hands in front of himself. "I really appreciate your integrity! It means a lot! Not a lot of vendors are so honest, so it is a really admirable quality! N-not that I meant that I don’t trust workers! I’m not making a generalization to your profession or anything! We're sure you work very hard and that it’s a difficult job! You know, you just hear all these horror stories about service industry jobs and the sort of nightmare customers you're sure to put up with. Not that anyone in here seems like a nightmare customer! Though, I am sure that you put up with plenty of those kinds of customers too...I'm sure that we seem like nightmare customers...Just ignore Kacchan, he's always had an--umm--explosive personality. But consider this as a tip. Not that--uhh--not that it looks like you need it or anything! This isn’t charity...It's more like an apology, I guess. The point that I was trying to make is please keep the change and please don't feel uncomfortable about it at all." He ends his ramblings with a somewhat nervous smile and a slight blush over his cheeks, which oddly enough, eases your own anxiety. You offer a shy smile and nod.

"Thank you, sir," you say as you put the change back into the till. You give them the receipt and move to make the drinks, finally noticing the amount of eyes that are on the two customers. Were they all watching?

You make the new order with lightning speed and accuracy, giving them their drinks with a sweet smile and a friendly, "Thank you, and have a great day!" The boys smile at you—well, the green-haired man smiles and the blonde offers a half-hearted nod of recognition—and you hop right back into your flow, taking the next customer while the blonde grabs the greenette’s arms to drag him away from heading to the door and instead taking the corner booth. You can't help but notice the number of people whose eyes are instantly drawn to the two, even as you're taking orders from your newly distracted patrons. Eventually, the crowd dissipates, each customer making sure to pay a visit to the corner booth before leaving. You can't help the way your eyebrows pull together at the way everyone is acting towards the two. You decide that they have to be idols or something, but it's not your place to ask or bother them about it. They're your customers, their business is their own.

With the sudden lull of having only a few patrons left, you start making the cleaning rounds, wiping down every inch of your parent's cafe with disinfectant, bouncing from table to empty table, picking up trash, and cleaning every surface. You try not to let your eyes drift to the mystery men, but you can't help the way your curious mind keeps drifting back to them. You could swear that they look familiar, though you're also sure that you would remember two handsome faces such as theirs.

While you're distracting yourself by cleaning the front glass on the display case, you feel an unnatural heat coming from behind you. Turning your head, you jump back into the glass case, startled by the blonde's sudden appearance and close proximity. You gather that this man isn't well-versed in social normalities, otherwise he wouldn’t be invading your space. He's not even phased by your skittishness, though you're suddenly sheepish about your dramatic reaction.

"Sorry," you stutter softly, nervously scratching a nail at the back of your ear. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry," he huffs, turning away instantly to pout at the ground.

"Umm, I don't—"

"For earlier," he interrupts. “It’s been brought to my attention that I was apparently being rude.”

"Oh no!" You wave off nervously, smiling sheepishly. “It’s really okay! No need to apologize.”

"SEE??" He snapped, whipping around to face the other man who was sitting at the booth shaking his head in his palms. The sudden shout pulls a small yelp from your lips in surprise. "I told you, ya damn nerd! Making a big deal outta nothin'!" You look away bashfully, your face hot when the few remaining patrons direct their attention towards the two of you. You turn to walk back behind the counter but you're stopped by an arm that reaches out between you and your exit route to lean against the freshly polished glass. You pout at the new smudges and meet his vermillion eyes with your own sad ones. His eyes study you for a moment, looking for something on your features. You felt like a bug under a microscope with the scrutiny you felt from his glare. "So, before...did you really not know who we are?"

"Umm," your eyes dart to the side, noticing the other man dragging his feet towards his comrade. You suddenly feel cornered, wishing that you could be back behind the safety of the counter. "I—sorry..."

"Hey," the emerald-haired man smooths, "no need to apologize. We should just introduce ourselves. I'm Midoriya Izuku, and this is Kacch—I mean, Bakugo Katsuki." Oh. Those were names that you knew. You stand stunned for a moment, tired eyes wide and a blush spreading at the embarrassment of not knowing before.

Bowing your head, you shyly say, "It is nice to meet you both."

While you're still bowed to the two men, a look passes between the both of them over your head. By the time you lift your face again, their eyes are back on you and your eyes are shifting to look at anything besides the bulking pro heroes in front of you as you give your name.

"It's nice to meet you, as well," Midoriya says while Bakugo folds his arms over his chest and nods in acknowledgment. "The tea was amazing, by the way."

"Thank you," you softly reply. "It's a fan favorite here. My mom taught me how to brew it perfectly."

"Well, it was delicious," he answers. "Your mother taught you well." Your lips turn up bashfully as you nod.

"I'll be sure to let her know, thank you."

"The coffee was good," Bakugo muttered. His voice was so quiet, you nearly missed it, already used to his typically booming voice since you met him the mere hour beforehand. You weren't expecting him to express his delight in the drink, and you could tell that he was one to withhold such approval. Your smile couldn't help but widen at his comment, instant pride filling your gut with flutters at the praise. While his words fill your stomach with butterflies, the brightened expression on your face sends the pro heroes' stomachs flipping.

"I-I'm glad you enjoyed it," you beam. A moment passes between the three of you, eyes flickering between one another before the front door rings with a new customer. "I-I should get back to work...but, let me know if you want anything." You smile sweetly and scoot away from the men, padding around the counter to welcome your new patron with a sugary, “Welcome to the Bibliophile Brew.” Katsuki smirks as he watches you kindly speak with your customer, turning to Izuku and leaning in to lowly say to him.

"I know what I want."

Some days you cursed yourself for being such a good daughter. Days like today when you sat crammed into a corner booth to keep an eye on the cafe while also juggling between the reading assignment you had for your college literature class and organizing the barista schedule for the next two weeks—a task infinitely more difficult now that you had two baristas out because of sickness. Thank God for Michi who agreed to take a couple extra shifts in their place, taking a bit of the load off of you!

While your new load of responsibility was exhausting, you figured that it was the least you could do for your poor parents who had to travel across the country to take care of your grandparents in their old age. You wanted to help your family as much as possible while your parents were away, meaning that for the rest of the summer, you’d be bouncing between your summer classes and managing the cafe. Luckily, you decided not to take on too many classes during the off-season, and what you did enroll in were all online courses, so you could focus on the classes in your own time—though that time was becoming less and less with the sudden boom in business the last few days. Word got around that your parents’ cafe was a hang-out spot for pro heroes—not true considering the number one and two heroes only came in that one time—but the rumor still helped business so you weren’t going to complain about the sudden influx of cash.

You also weren’t going to turn down more tips for yourself and your baristas. Apparently, someone had also posted a video of Deku’s rant on the difficulties of the hard-working service-industry employee and the importance of tipping—not what you thought was the intent of his rambling but you still appreciated the sentiment of it—and people just took off with it. You noticed an inflow of better tippers and friendlier customer-barista exchanges since then. The impact that a simple video with the Symbol of Peace had over a nation was astounding to you. It left you in complete awe of his incredible influence.

“Hey, boss,” Sukki’s voice called out, bringing you out of your Deku daydreaming, and reminding you of the focus you should be having on your mountain of work. Turning your eyes up, you take a look at Sukki’s concerned features through your reading glasses. Your mind immediately drowns in word, and you begin looking past her around at the café.

“What’s wrong? Something happened?” She’s place is a hot cup on the table in front of you.

“Nothing happened,” she says. “Everything is running smoothly. Almost perfectly.”

Your brows pull together and confusion. “Then—”

“So smoothly in fact,” she interrupted, kneeling at the side of the booth, and looking up at you gently, as if speaking with a toddler, “that we don’t even need you here.” She gently prize the schedule paper from your white-knuckle grip.

“But—”

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Ooh, you did not want to answer that. However, you didn’t have to verbally answer since the way your face contorts into a cringe is answer enough. “Go home, get some sleep. Me and the girls can figure out the schedule for you.“

“But you shouldn’t have—”

“And you shouldn’t be working yourself like this. It’s unhealthy.” You want to argue, but you can’t, so instead you pout.

“Why did you bring me a coffee then?”

“It’s hot chocolate. I don’t like giving you any sugar, but I also know that you need a treat, it’s better than another cup of coffee.”

“So you're trying to make sure I crash on sugar, then?”

“At least you may actually get some sleep, then.“ You snort and roll your eyes, trying to hide your touched smile behind the lid of your cup. Suki has known you since your high school days, having started as a classmate, then best friend, which led to being coworkers, too. Because of this Sukki would take care of you, whenever you would be teetering on the edge of burnout, which was often as of late. He struggled to take breaks for yourself, fearing that your responsibilities will pile up, and you’d eventually let everyone else down.

“Can I at least finish the reading?”

She takes a moment to consider this before sighing. “Fine. But if you’re staying here, you’re not working.” She swipes the handwritten schedule from the table and holds it out of your reach. “And I am taking this. Now, finish your homework, so you can go home and sleep.” You offer her a two-finger salute as she walks away, mumbling about how she doesn’t understand why you’re still handwriting your stuff.

After a while of reading, the words begin to blur together, and your eyes grow heavy. The hot chocolate—half drunk and lukewarm now—seems to be the only thing your tired eyes could focus on. For the past moments—God only knows the true measurement of time, but it only felt like a mere few minutes—your gaze had been trained on your abandoned beverage instead of the words dancing over the numerous pages. You didn't look away from the abnormally interesting cup until a tall figure plopped into the booth seat across yours, a large shadow being cast over the object of your attention. The sudden presence drew your eyes to your unexpected visitor and to say you were shocked by the identity of your mystery guest would be an understatement. You gape at the green-haired pro hero sitting across from you, smiling brightly, his eyes sparkling underneath the curls falling in front of them.

"Umm..." You look around, wondering if you were seeing things correctly or if you had actually fallen asleep in the booth and were now dreaming. But looking around the cafe, everything seems normal, except for the amount of eyes on you and your surprise guest. Your eyes fall back into Deku as you swallow thickly. "Hi?"

"Hey!" he beams, the freckles and dimples on his face becoming more apparent with the brightness if his features as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you again," he says sweetly, and you can't help the way your stomach flutters or how your heart picks up pace, a flush filling your cheeks.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you, too," you reply. "You here for another matcha?"

He chuckles a bit, flattered that you remember his order from his first visit. "Well," he states, leaning forward with his elbows on the tabletop, his voice lowering, "I couldn't think of anywhere else I could get tea as delicious as yours."

You didn't know what his was about that compliment that sent your heartbeat racing. Maybe it was his pretty virescent eyes trained on you or maybe it was the hush in his voice that made it feel as if his words were meant for you and you alone, but whatever it was, the comment had your face flaming.

"Thank you, Mr. Deku," you bashfully say. "I'm not sure I'm deserving of such high praise."

"You are," he states matter-of-factly. "And you can call me Midoriya. I doubt that I'm much older than you are, and I'm definitely not old enough for 'Mr.'" He teasingly cringes at his own use of the title, causing a giggle to slip from your lips. You don't notice the pride that puffs out his chest as he watches you laugh, knowing that he caused such a sweet sound to bubble from your throat.

"Sorry," you say, your tone much lighter and relaxed after your small giggle fit. "I won't make that mistake again, Midoriya."

"Please don't," he chuckles. He nods towards the book sitting on the tabletop with your hand resting atop the open pages. "So, business or pleasure?"

"School, actually," you answer, tucking your bookmark between the pages and closing the book to offer the pro hero your full attention.

"Oh, then both." You giggle again and he can't help but join you until Sukki stops at the table with Deku's tea and a second hot chocolate for you.

"Your tea, Mr. Deku," Sukki says tightly, obviously starstruck and nervous, it reminds you of Deku's early interviews where he seemed so frightened of the camera. It only worsens when he flashes her his number one hero smile, followed by a sweet and peppy, "Thank you!"

Sukki squeaks a bit, face flushing, and she bows slightly as she utters, "Umm, my pleasure, sir!" When she straightens her spine she gives you a pointed what-the-hell-is-happening-here look which you answer with a subtle I-have-no-idea shrug. You decide that you should get some answers.

"So, is there anything I could do for you, Midoriya?" He stops to look you in the eyes, the cup stalling in mid-air before completing its journey to his lip. He chuckles and sets the beverage onto the countertop.

"You assume I have an ulterior motive for being here?" You shrug, not wanting to offend him with an accusation, but that's exactly what you were implying.

"I'm just curious why you want to sit with a stranger."

"But we're not really strangers, you call me Midoriya now." You raise an eyebrow at the evasiveness, and he relents with the simple motion. "Okay, I'll admit that I didn't just come here for the tea." You fake gasp, dramatically smacking a hand to your chest in faux disbelief. He rolls his eyes. “I came to apologize.”

Your nose wrinkles at that and you can’t help the disbelieving chuckle that escapes your lips. “For what?”

“For that video,” he answers simply, obviously. “I’m sure you’ve seen it by now.”

“I mean, yeah, but I was there so I didn’t really have to watch it,” you giggled a bit. He didn’t seem to find it as funny as you did though.

“I’m sure it’s made things more difficult around here, too, though. Right?” You watch the crinkle of his brow, realizing how much he was internalizing any slight inconvenience he may have caused you.

“Business has actually been great since the last time you were here,” you beamed, trying your best to ease his misplaced guilt. “And the tips are better, too.” He seemed to perk up at that.

“Really?” God, this grown man was practically a puppy dog wagging his tail in front of you. It takes everything in you not to giggle at the thought.

“Really.” You shrug. “There's nothing to apologize for so don't worry about it.” He looks a little shocked at your response, the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks brightening with pink. He smiles at you gently.

“Well, good. I’m glad," he says sweetly, flashing his signature adorable smile. "I--well, I also wanted to make sure that you weren't having any issues. I know how some, umm, super fans can get outta hand with people they see me in a video with. Speculation can get out of hand."

“Oh," you respond, slightly taken aback. "No, I haven't had issues. Do people actually harass random video extras though?" Izuku snorts a bit at your choice of words, causing your brow to twitch and your head to tilt in confusion. Clearing his throat, he presses his lips into a disappointed line, nodding in confirmation.

"Unfortunately, yes," comes his mirthless reply. "Don't get me wrong, I love all my fans...but some of them make it a bit difficult to love them all equally."

You can't help the giggle that bubbles past your lips, the tingling sound building into your lovely laugh. "Y'know, it's okay for you not to like everyone, Midoriya."

"Oh, the nice guy in me disagrees," he sasses back, smirking to himself as he makes you laugh again.

"It's also okay to not apologize for every minor inconvenience you may or may not cause someone," you accuse pointedly. He at least has the decency to look slightly embarrassed for the point you're trying to make. "And I hope you didn't make the trip here just to check on me. I'm sure that there are more important things that deserve your attention, and I'm sure this is time you could have used for yourself."

"Well, as long as we're pointing fingers, you're allowed to take time for yourself as well," he retorts smugly. You suck a harsh breath before you bite your bottom lip sheepishly.

"How'd you know?"

"It looks like you've been overworking yourself," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm assuming this," he starts, thumbing the book's pages that rest in front of you, "and this," he gestures to the cafe, looking around at the bustling space full of patrons who are beginning to take notice of his pro hero presence, "are responsible for your lack of self-care."

"I think you're forgetting that anything can be a form of self-care," you point out. "This can be self-care," you say holding up your cup of hot chocolate.

"A lukewarm beverage is self-care?" He raises a pensive brow.

"You're one to talk, Mr. Pro Hero Deku," you snort. "You're spending your free time here. I wouldn't exactly call that self-care."

"Well...what if I told you that this is what I wanted to do for my free time?" he shyly answers, suddenly sheepish. "If I'm honest, I kinda wanted a do-over at meeting you."

"You...did?" He nods, and you stare for a moment with wide, ruminant eyes. "How come?"

"Well, that first meeting was such a disaster," he chuckled. "It's not exactly the kind of impression I wanted to leave on such a beautiful person." He bashfully flirts, his cheeks dusting pink over the constellation of freckles over his face, and it's a whole new type of flustering when a big, beefy hero like Deku looks at you so adorably through his thick lashes with a ducting of blush gracing his freckled cheeks.

You feel your own cheeks flush at the sight, squirming in your seat and bringing your hands up to cover your burning cheeks, mumbling, "Oh...Oh! God, I'm too sleep-deprived for this kinda conversation." Your blush only worsens when he chuckles and coos at you.

"Well, m-maybe after you get a good night's sleep, we could have that conversation then," he offers. "Perhaps with...dinner while we talk about it..."

"Are you...asking me out?"

"I was trying to," he chuckles softly at himself.

"I think that I'd really like that," you answer, your face heating as a shy smile graces your lips. The greenette's face lights up in an elated grin, jade eyes sparkling with glee.

"Yeah?" You nod sheepishly. "Can I walk you home?" He asks sweetly. You nod, shyly avoiding his eyes as he snickers. You silently pack your belongings, your eye flitting toward an elated and shocked Sukki who watches from behind the counter, the coffee pot in her hand drifting away from the cup in her other hand to spill on the floor. For some reason, the sight puts you a bit at ease as you allow Midoriya to lead you out the door, his hand affectionately resting on the small of your back as if the rest of the cafe wasn't watching the scene.

Taking a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose and steel yourself before fixing the offending table with a hard look. Your day was going so well, especially after your walk with Deku Midoriya the night before. You walked into work moments ago with a good night's sleep, wonderful memories of your day before, and brighter outlook on life. However, that sunny demeanor was promptly killed the minute you walked into the shop to see a sobbing teenage girl in your office being comforted by Sukki who then explained the situation in hushed tones. The righteous fury in you burned as you looked at the handsy customer leisurely sipping his beverage as if he hadn't assaulted a young lady. Turning to the teary-eyed employee you offer a sympathetic look and gently smile at her. "Amai, how about you stay in my office and take a break? I'll handle this." Making your way over, you grab an empty cup and lid from the counter.

"Hello, sir," you say in an overly sugary tone. "Hope you're enjoying the coffee. Here's a to-go cup so you can enjoy it on the go. Have a lovely day. Buh-bye now."

"What? The fuck you talking about, girlie?"

"Well, see, you broke our number one rule by harassing one of our beloved staff members," you continue in a tooth-achingly sweet customer service voice, despite the pure condescension dripping from your honeyed timbre. "Therefore, you are no longer welcome here. So, leave while I'm still being nice. Oh, and don't come back again, 'kay?"

"Look, tits—"

"That is not my name," you snap, niceties long forgotten. You also noticed the small audience that had begun to gather, the surrounding dining area falling into a slight hush with only scandalized whispers being exchanged between the audience. "Though you don't even deserve to know my name. However, if you must address me at all you may do so by calling me 'ma'am' or 'miss', but you will not address me or any woman in that manner."

He tsks and rolls his eyes at you. "You don't even know the whole story. That bitch was asking for it."

"Really?" you ask, voice coated in sarcasm. "The teenage girl was vying for the attention of some fat, old fuck like yourself? Hmm, very interesting. In that case, maybe I was too quick in my earlier words. I was being far too kind in letting you leave gracefully and quietly. So, instead, I will be calling the police. Please, sit, finish your coffee, and wait for the cops to haul your ass off."

"Why you—" His hand raises, poised to strike you while you stand emotionless with a fixed, unmoving stance. Before he gets the chance to slap you, a grenade-gloved hand catches his wrist.

"Touch her and you lose it." It's safe to say that both you and the offending customer are shocked by the tall blonde practically made of muscle standing between you and the now stuttering mess of a man. "What? Why suddenly so quiet after spewing such shit?" You're surprised that Dynamight's sharp glare isn't literally cutting the man down in front of you. "Apologize." The man's eyes shift towards you, the venom in the gaze when looking at you, however, is not quelled by the threats of the pro-hero.

"But...she's—" The grip around the man's hand becomes increasingly tight, interrupting whatever insult on the tip of his tongue with a pained grunt.

"Apologize."

He spews his false apologies with tearful pleads accompanying them before Dynamight drops his grip and sends the sniveling man scrambling on the floor and running out the door. The small crowd claps and cheers for the hero before dispersing back into their own activities. He shrugs off the praise, grumbling about how useless the crowd of people is, watching while an old perv nearly puts his hands on you.

"Thank you," you say as he passes you, seemingly lost in his own complaints over the situation. Stopping with his back to you, Dynamight takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before turning back to you.

"You got a mouth on you," he simply says, his tone almost bored.

"Oh," you say, blushing. "Umm...thank you?"

"It's a compliment," he assures matter-of-factly.

"Oh!" you drawl, recognizing the actual weight of the stone-cold Dynamight giving someone a compliment. "Then, thank you!" You flash him a glowing smile, a sign of your gratitude, but you fail to recognize the damage you've inflicted upon Bakugo's poor heart, causing the normally stoic hero to lose his breath, flush invading the apples of his cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just doing my job," he grumbled, awkwardly crossing his arms and looking away. You tilt your head at the sudden aggression in his tone. He takes a moment to calm down with some calming breaths before he peeks at you from the corner of his eyes. He huffs before mumbling out, "Y'know...if you wanted to thank me you could join me for dinner." For some reason, you found his roundabout offer oddly adorable for such an explosive man.

"Are-are you asking me out?" you ask, smiling sweetly as you watch the tips of his ears brighten with a red hue.

"Yes or no?"

"Hmmm," you hum pensively, your finger tapping on your chin in thought. You mentally cackle at the way he groans impatiently, embarrassingly. Giggling, you finally decide to put him out of his misery, "Yes, I'd love to." His face proudly morphs into one of triumph.

"Good," he nods. "Be ready by 7. I'll pick you up." With that, he marches out the cafe doors, and you don't miss the "Fuck yeah!" he shouts once he's outside, startling a few unsuspecting bypassers.

You giggle as you watch his figure swagger down the street. Sukki comes up behind you, clearing her throat. "Did Dynamight just ask you out?"

"Mhmm," you hum out, biting your bottom lip giddily.

"After you agreed to go out with Deku?"

"Mhmm—oh," you blanch. "Oh, shit!"

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Eyes up

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

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Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, dom!eddie, rough!eddie, pet name (princess), multiple orgasms. 18+ only. Minors DNI!

It was too much. How many orgasms had Eddie pulled from you by now? Two or three? No, those were just from his mouth and fingers. How many had he pulled from you just from spearing you on his cock? At least two.

He’d been relentlessly pounding into you, working out all of his frustrations on your sweet, abused little cunt. You watched the flush invade his neck and chest, saw how his abdomen twitched with his movements before finally eyeing where the two of you were connected. A particularly hard thrust sent your eyelids squeezing close, head thrown back and spine arching into him. Not a second later a ring clad hand harshly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into a pair of big, brown eyes.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare look away,” he gritted, punctuating each syllable with a snap of his hips, his pubic bone grinding against your swollen clit. “Eyes up, princess, we’re nowhere near finished.”

okay... but like dreamwalker eddie, who's always been able to visit other people in their dreams. he usually stays out of sight, just enjoys these little looks into people's minds. it makes scary people like tommy h. a little less scary, especially when he sees him dreaming about macking on steve harrington after a basketball game.

speaking of, one day, in the tail end of '83 he figures: ah, fuck it. let's see what harrington's up to these days. especially since the guy had withdrawn considerably after the whole thing with the byers kid going missing and whatever. eddie was a curious man, sue him. so when he goes to bed that night he drifts his non-corporeal ass to the harrington household and into steve's dream.

and it's fucking horrifying. he comes to in a house he doesn't recognise, peeks around a corner only to see the horribly mangled corpses of nancy wheeler and jonathan byers. steve harrington is there, trying to fend off this fucking flower hell beast with a nail bat, all while sobbing and screaming. eddie has to watch, pinned to the wall in fear, as harrington is ripped apart, mauled and eaten by this fucking creature.

and he swears they make eye contact before he's forcefully shoved out of the dream and bolts upright in bed.

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Body & Soul (BKDK x Reader)

Pairing : Bakugou x reader x Deku (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : Fem reader, use of the pronouns ‘she / her’ | PWP | established relationship | polyamory | threesome | praise kink | a bit of degradation (more like them being condescending little shits, but no insults) | edging | oral sex (f & m receiving) | facefucking (kind of) | uhh double-teaming?? | excessive use of petnames | Just the boys manhandling you into oblivion | I’m a whiny sub and it shows in my fics < that should be an AO3 tag | Some shippy moments because I can’t help myself 😌 | This is so self-indulgent huh | Guys life’s too short to choose just one

Word count : 8842 [AO3]

Summary : Just a little birthday present your sweet boyfriends planned for you.

A/N : It’s been literal months, and wow, it’s finally out. So have these 8K of filth while I write something bigger and with an actual plot. Thank you to @hoe-doroki​ for beta-reading and dealing with my pervy ass <3

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