AHHH I LOVE

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

— 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒀/𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚.

⋆☆　 husband!katsuki bakugo x wife!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆　warning : swearing , p in v , pussy eating , blow job , fluff , comfort , MDNI ! , ( let me know if I missed anything ! )

•❣•୨୧　wc : 2.6k

-ˋˏ authors note : I have no words. Just enjoy! 😭

Katsuki had started working later hours, which meant he was coming home much later than usual. It didn’t worry Y/n too much—she knew their schedules rarely aligned. Still, Katsuki always did his best to make time for her, no matter how tough things got.

It was one of those nights—Katsuki was working late again, another shift that wouldn’t see him home until 2 a.m. His sleep schedule was wrecked, and his body screamed with fatigue, every muscle tight and worn down. Y/n could see the toll it was taking on him. Even with her own packed schedule, she gave everything she could to support him. She did whatever was in her power to ease his burden, to bring him even a small moment of peace. Katsuki stumbled through the door at 3:30 a.m., exhaustion etched into every line of his face, and his body weighed down by stress and fatigue. Y/n was still awake—she had made sure to cook something so he wouldn’t go to bed on an empty stomach. In his worn-down state, Katsuki called out, “I’m home, sweetie,” his voice heavy with pure exhaustion. “Welcome home, baby,” Y/n said softly, her voice tinged with concern. “Come eat—I made something light, easy for you to chew and digest.” With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, the apron Katsuki had brought her from overseas. "Thank you," he says with a sigh, though his voice carries a hint of affection. "Of course, baby," Y/n replies with a warm smile as she walks over, offering him a steaming bowl of udon and a plate of onigiri. Katsuki accepts the food with a grateful nod, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Thanks for the food," he murmurs before digging in, quickly stuffing his face.

As Katsuki ate, Y/n watched him for a moment before turning to tidy up the kitchen. She glanced back occasionally, noting how his body seemed to relax with each bite of the warm udon. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she caught sight of him, completely immersed in his meal. Katsuki looked up, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. "What?" he asked, his usual stern expression in place. "Nothing," Y/n giggled, eyes lingering on the tiny bit of food clinging to the corner of his mouth. Katsuki scowled lightly, still unsure why she was laughing. "What, woman?" he asked again, voice firm but curious. "You're that hungry? What happened to the bento I made you this afternoon?" Y/n asked, stepping closer with a teasing smile. She grabbed a napkin and gently wiped the corner of his mouth. Katsuki froze, eyes locked on her as she moved. His cheeks flushed, a soft pink creeping up to the tips of his ears as he stood there, quietly flustered. "I shared some with Deku," he mumbled, glancing away. "Ahh, that explains it, hubby," Y/n chuckled. "You had a tiny piece of cilantro on the corner of your mouth, silly." She turned away, slipping off her apron with a satisfied grin. "Could’ve said something," Katsuki muttered, his tone low but clearly flustered. "And I did," she teased, tossing him a wink. "Tomorrow’s your day off, right?" Y/n asked casually as she dried the plates and set them in the dish rack.

"Yeah, but I’ve still got a ton of damn reports to finish," Katsuki grunted. "Is that so?" Y/n replied, eyeing him curiously as she noticed his body tense again. Without another word, Katsuki walked over to the sink, washing his dishes and helping her tidy up the kitchen. "Echo dropped off stacks of paperwork from today’s mission," he started, his voice low and irritated. "There was a damn terror attack later in the day. Deku, Shoto, and I had to clean up the mess. We ended up catching those idiot villains, but it was a pain in the ass." He rambled on while Y/n sat nearby, listening with a soft smile as he vented. "I’m glad my strong husband saved the day with his two best friends," she said sweetly. Katsuki let out a grunt at her words. "They're not my friends—icyhot and the damn nerd," he muttered. Y/n gave his arm a quick smack. "Hey! Speak nicely, damn it!" she scolded, hands on her hips as she gave him a pointed look. “Damn, woman—that actually hurt,” Katsuki winced, rubbing the spot on his arm where she’d smacked him, still eyeing her with a slight glare. “Deal with it, big guy,” Y/n replied with a dramatic eye roll, drying off the last dish before heading upstairs. Katsuki trailed after her, still grumbling under his breath. As she opened the door to their shared bedroom, Y/n glanced back. “How about we stay in tomorrow? Just relax and catch up with each other?” “Sounds good to me,” Katsuki replied, stepping inside. “I’ll knock out those damn reports in the morning—just need to get the stupid things signed.”

Katsuki settled onto the bed, and his eyes followed her as she began slipping out of her clothes. "I'll be right back," Y/n said as she made her way into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Katsuki followed in, grunting as he peeled off his clothes and stepped into the shower beside her. Y/n looked up, surprised by his sudden appearance. "Got lonely," he muttered, barely meeting her eyes as he reached for the soap and began helping her wash up. After the shower, Katsuki and Y/n began settling in for the night. "Hey, Katsu," Y/n said softly, pulling one of his shirts over her small frame, "do you ever think about having kids someday?" Katsuki slid into bed beside her after setting his alarm for 9 a.m., the soft glow of the screen fading out. "I do," he answered honestly. "But now’s probably not the right time… not with how crazy our schedules are lately." Y/n gave a small nod, understanding, as she nestled in beside him. Katsuki leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to her lips, full of quiet tenderness. Y/n returned it gently.

"Mmm," Katsuki hummed, letting out a low groan as his hand squeezed her side. Y/n deepened the kiss slowly, drawn in by lust. Katsuki’s hands slowly trailed up her body, cupping her chest with a firm squeeze that drew a quiet moan from her lips. "Katsu," Y/n breathed out between moans, her voice melting into the heat of their deepening kiss. The moment grew more intense, rougher, until she found herself lying on her back beneath him. Katsuki’s lips left hers, trailing down her skin until he reached her chest. Her head tilted back, soft moans slipping past her lips as her fingers tangled in his messy ash-blonde hair. He smirked against her skin, taking in the sight of her. Katsuki’s lips trailed lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses along her stomach before moving down to her thighs. He nipped at the sensitive skin playfully, then soothed each spot with gentle kisses, working his way toward the inside of her thigh. Y/n gasped at the sensation, biting back a moan as heat rushed through her. Her breath hitched when his lips brushed more intimately against her center, sending shivers up her spine. A soft whimper escaped her when she felt his fingers slip beneath the fabric of her now-soaked panties. "Katsu…" she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation. He let out a low chuckle, rich and teasing, before pushing the fabric aside with slow intent.

Katsuki slid his middle finger between her folds, drawing out a sharp gasp from Y/n as pleasure pulsed through her. “Katsu, please…” she whimpered, voice trembling with need. He glanced up at her, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. “Please what?” he asked, eyes drinking in the sight of her unraveling. “Please touch me,” she breathed, desperate. “Mmm, I don’t know,” he teased, fingers still lazily brushing her heat. “Has my princess been good enough to deserve it?” Her hips shifted, a soft, needy cry slipping out. “Please, Katsu… I need you.” Chuckling low in his throat, Katsuki gave in. “So damn needy for me.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her soft, aching pussy, letting his mouth work its magic. Each slow lick, every teasing suck on her clit sent her spiraling, her mind slipping into bliss as his tongue pushed her closer to the edge. “Oh fuck—Katsuki,” Y/n gasped, her back arching as pleasure surged through her. Katsuki’s mouth stayed busy, lips and tongue working her over with relentless attention. A sharp moan escaped her as he slid two fingers—his middle and ring—deep inside, thrusting with an urgent rhythm that sent her senses spiraling. “Ahhh, Katsuki!” she cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging gently. He let out a low groan in response, the sound vibrating against her, only driving her further toward the edge. “I’m—ahhh—coming!” Y/n screamed, the tension in her body snapping as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her legs trembled, her entire body shaking with the intensity. Gasping for air, she barely noticed Katsuki rise above her, his lips finding hers, letting her taste the remnants of herself on his mouth.

"Mmmm, you taste good," Katsuki whispered, his voice low, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers brushed against her sore clit, and she winced, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her. It was a sensation she had come to crave. Y/n sat up, her eyes locked onto Katsuki's. She pushed him down onto the bed, the soft fabric cradling him as she lowered herself to get a better view. His grey sweats clung to him, outlining the impressive bulge that was straining against the fabric. A wicked smile spread across her face as she pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his cock, which sprang free, eager and ready. Y/n licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight. She gripped onto him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the warmth and weight of him in her hand. She leaned in, planting soft kisses along the length of his cock, teasing him with her lips. Katsuki groaned, the sound deep and primal, echoing in the quiet room. "Princess..." he breathed, his voice thick with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You like that, don’t you?" Katsuki grunts, trying to figure a way to respond. His breath hitched as she continued teasing his friend. She took her time, taking every part of him as every sound that escaped his lips run LG like a choir into her ears. Katsuki's body responded to her touch. The way his hip slightly thrust upward as his tip hit the back of her throat. As she continued to suck, she could feel the twitch within him. Y/n pulled back slightly, not letting him come to finish. "Tell me what you want, Katsuki," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper.

He groaned again, his hands gripping the sheets as he fought to maintain control. "I want you to take me, princess. I want to fucking feel you." Her heart raced at his words. She positioned herself above him, her body hovering closely. With a slow, steady motion, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her completely. A gasp escaped her lips as she sank down, his huge cock taking up every gap, every spot in her. Leaving no room for air. Katsuki's hands found her hips, guiding her as she began to move, and their bodies began to rock. "Fuck yes, just like that, oh shit" Katsuki grunted loudly as Y/n picked up the pace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel the way his tip was touching her uterus on repeat. Katsuki's groans filled the air, causing him to grip harder onto her sides more tightly, helping her keep in motion. "Fuck woman! You feel so good. So tight, this pussy is mines- ughhh" he gasped, his eyes rolled away. She could feel her own release approaching, the heat pooling in her core as she rode him harder, faster. "Katsuki... I’m so close," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Shit, me to princess. Just a little more, too tight," he urged, his grip on her tightening as he flipped over to be on top, taking in possession. His hips snapped into her, causing her to scream in pleasure. The two continued, Katsukithrust soon became sloppy as Y/n felt the way he was twitching inside of her. "Fuck- cum with me." Katsuki moans as ge picks up his speed. With one final thrust, they both tumbled over the edge.

"Katsuki!!" Y/n cried out, the sensation washing over her like a tidal wave, and she could feel Katsuki's release milking her insides. With every drop deepening into her core, there was nothing to be left out. Katsuki heaves as his sweaty palms let go of Y/n, pulling out of her core only for her to whine softly from the lost. As they both came down from their high, Katsuki fell down beside her as him and Y/n gaps for air. “You were a bit tight,” Katsuki teased. “Oh, shut the fuck up,” Y/n rolled her eyes, her tone playful. Katsuki chuckled softly. “I’m just messing with you,” he said, scooping her into his arms. “Maybe we should think about starting our family now. “Yeah, maybe we should,” Y/n smiled, resting her head against his bare chest. “I love you, princess,” his voice was gentle, almost vulnerable. “I love you too, Katsu,” Y/n replied with a smile. As the night settled in, the two of them drifted off to sleep, nestled in each other’s arms. Just before Katsuki succumbed to slumber, his mind wandered back to their memories. How had he gotten so lucky to have her as his wife.

↳ ❝ TWITTER PORN LINKS | KATSUKI BAKUGO ! ❞

"you like humping my thigh that much? cute. you gonna cum just from this, yeah? grip my shoulders, there you go. use me however you need, pretty girl."

"shit, you’re so fucking hot while touchin' my dick. god—you feel how wet you get when you see me like this? wanna cum together like this, baby?"

"i can’t stop lookin’ at your tits, sweets. just lookin’ at them makes me wanna fuck you senseless. bet you love it when i nibble on them, huh?"

"goddamn—so fuckin’ sweet. my favorite fuckin' meal. could eat you out like this all fuckin’ day. love you, baby. love makin’ you feel like this."

"you think you can get off without me, huh? fuckin' brat, you didn’t even wait for me. you like it when i spank you, don’t you? fuckin' turns you on, huh? that’s what you get for jerking off without me."

"shit—so tight. so goddamn tight. you gonna squeeze me dry? so fuckin' greedy. you're doin’ so good, baby. so good for me. fuck, can’t believe you’re mine."

"fuckin’ hell, you just squirted all over my hand. tch, and now you’re shy? fuck that. ’m gonna make you do it again. gonna fuck you so good after."

“’m too fucking hard for this shit, just let me fuck you. please, baby? i need you so bad, it hurts. fuck this—just leave it on. i don't care if we make a mess."

"you just gonna let me eat you out like this, huh? makin' such a mess on my face, pretty. can’t handle it? your boyfriend's addicted, so shut up and take it."

"where’d all that attitude go, huh? you were actin’ all tough earlier. fuck, pretty—look at yourself. look how pretty you look, ridin' my dick. fuckin' made for me, aren't ya?"

"you like it when i'm rough, don't ya? little brat. bet you been thinkin’ about this all fuckin' day. shit—gonna fill you up. you want that? want me to fill you up, sweet girl?"

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ hiii im sorry for delaying this lmao, busy with school and shit 🤕 consider this as a late valentines day gift, and also another 2k special!! ohmygod!! i cant believe so many of you like what i write omgomg, lmk if any of the links arent working nymore!! and i hope you guys enjoy more of what i post💜

i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ BIRTHDAY BOY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Bakugou used to love birthdays.

He’d be the center of attention. With every year being bigger than the last (because, honestly, did you expect his well-off parents to hold back on their only son?). Cameras clicked, kids shouted his name, and adults smiled in awe. He never cared if they liked him or feared him—he was admired.

And for a time, that was enough.

But somewhere along the line, the spark in those birthday candles started to feel dull.

His parents still celebrated, of course, usually with a home-cooked meal, a cake from his favorite bakery, and a gift he pretended not to like but secretly adored. His grandparents would always show up with noisy hugs and poorly wrapped presents, and his mother still made him wear a stupid little birthday crown at the table.

It was embarrassing, but it was also safe.

Familiar.

Then came UA.

By high school, the world cracked open in ways he hadn’t expected.

Everyone was strong.

Everyone had dreams.

He wasn’t the only one aiming for the top, and it was maddening—but also, for the first time, grounding. And he got friends—real ones. Not sycophants or kids scared of his quirk to say anything—so they just stay behind him, but people who challenged him through his shouting, his pride, and his anger.

Shitty Hair was the first to barge into his dorm room on his birthday with a lopsided grin and a poorly wrapped gift. “It’s a protein bar sampler! Thought you’d wanna see which one you could crush with one hand!”

After that, it became a tradition. Racoon Eyes brought handmade cards with glittery explosions. Soy Face made crown cut-outs from construction paper that Bakugou refused to wear but never threw away. Dunce Face bought the same grocery store cake every year with a new dumb nickname written in icing (he gets more creative each year—it’s starting to piss Bakugou off).

It was stupid. It was chaotic. It was good.

It became his day again.

And now—now he was 23.

The world around him had changed again.

He was a pro now. He had his own agency, his own patrols, and his own damn business cards that got passed around in hero circles and used to shut down villains on sight. Dynamight—no, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, they called him, like he was some unstoppable force (and an unstoppable force for a long-ass hero name). Which he was, most of the time.

But today?

Today, he just wanted to come home.

The celebration at the agency had been loud, grand, and grating. His staff meant well. Hell, even his sidekick (wow, surprising, he only had one because he was the only kid with the balls to directly say to Bakugou that he’ll surpass him during a personal interview) had pooled money to get him a custom gauntlet case with engraved initials.

There were banners (too flashy), snacks (pretty good), an off-key song, and a gaudy cake that someone ordered with indoor-safe sparklers instead of candles. He’d smiled (barely), given a thank-you speech that was short and gruff but genuine, and then dipped out the first moment he could without looking like a total ass. Bakugou knew exactly where he wanted to be.

Home.

You were waiting for him there.

Because you are his home.

He inhaled and instantly recognized the scent of soy, garlic, and ginger—it hit like a nostalgic punch straight to his gut. Home cooking. His home. You.

You peeked your head out from the kitchen and grinned. “Took you long enough, birthday boy.”

He let out a long breath, shoulders dropping, mouth tugging into a real smile as he kicked off his boots and unzipped his jacket, haphazardly draping it on the coat rack. “You been cooking this whole time?” he asked, padding toward the kitchen, hands already aching to hug you.

“I had to start late since someone had a fancy party,” you teased, arching a brow.

He caught your waist and pulled you in, burying his face into your shoulder. You were warm. Always warm. Always his to come home to. “Smelled it from the driveway. Thought I was gonna cry.”

You laughed, carding your fingers through his hair. It’s soft. It’s real. It’s what Bakugou, for the longest time of his life, thought he didn’t deserve.

“Well don’t cry. You’ll ruin your grumpy old man image.”

“You keep sayin’ old like I’m ancient,” he grumbled, voice muffled against you.

“You are! Twenty-three? That’s basically the beginning of the end.”

Bakugou snorted, lifting his head just enough to kiss your cheek. “Then I guess you better start takin’ care of me, huh?” he murmured, giving you another kiss on the cheek—and he’s tempted to bite into those round cheeks of yours, but he holds back; maybe later, he thinks. “Gonna live up to your promise?”

“I already do,” you said, smug.

Dinner was spread out in neat portions on your little dining table—fried karaage, miso soup, tamagoyaki, mapo tofu (yes, you finally lived up to surpassing Fuyumi’s recipe), Japanese curry, and a bowl of white rice shaped into a neat little mountain with a pickled plum on top. Comfort food. His favorites.

You even laid out a folded napkin at his seat and put a can of his favorite cold tea beside it.

But it was the bento cake in the center that made him pause. It was small—round and modest, clearly homemade. The white frosting was a little uneven, and there were three stubby candles jammed into the top in a crooked triangle. The frosting on top attempted an explosion shape but looked more like a flower in bloom. He loved it.

“You made that?” he asked, lowering into the seat and staring at it like it was some rare artifact.

“Baked and frosted. Don’t look too close, or you’ll see my fingerprints in it,” you said, sitting across from him. “And before you ask—no, I didn’t buy it from some store. I wanted to make it for you. Even if it’s ugly.”

“It’s not ugly.”

“Liars go to hell.”

He huffs. “Well, I think it’s fuckin’ adorable.”

You two ate slowly. Bakugou didn’t scarf it down like he did in the breakroom or during hero meetings. He savored each bite as you two shared a warm conversation over dinner. You told him how a kid at daycare tried to make you a birthday card to give to him but ended up scribbling dinosaurs fighting a volcano instead. You showed him a crayon drawing folded in your bag. It said, “Happpy Brithdai KATSOOKY.”

He laughed so hard he snorted.

After dinner, you two sat at the table for a while, talking about nothing, hands brushing occasionally, until you leaned forward and lit the candles. When you’re close like this, Bakugou could clearly remember every feature on your face—it’s something he wants to commit to memory every night.

“Make a wish.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought.

“Make a wish quickly before the fire alarm sets off, dummy,” you smiled, joking.

He looked at you through the candlelight—lips slightly parted, eyes soft and loving. Yeah, he wants your face engraved in the deepest corners of his brain.

Bakugou made a wish. Then blew them out.

“What’d you wish for?” you asked.

He got up, walked around the table, and pulled you to your feet. “You.”

“You already have me,” you tilted your head to the side.

“Then I wished for more of you,” he replied, pressing your foreheads together.

“You’re sappy when you’re full,” you murmured, brushing your thumb across his jaw.

“I’m sappy when you bake me cake and feed me curry.”

You fed each other bites of the bento cake, poking fun at how sweet it was, until he dabbed a bit of icing on your nose. You retaliated by smearing it across his cheek. It turned into a mini war. Hands, faces, even his shirt took frosting damage. He scooped some off his collar and flicked it at you.

“I surrender! Oh my god, we’re a mess.”

“We can always take a shower later,” he says.

...

“Is that a suggestion or a promise?”

“You’re fuckin’ shameless,” he taunted, though showering together after isn’t that far off from what he was thinking.

“Uh huh. And who’s now old?”

“Still not me,” he said, wiping his face clean with a napkin. “And even if I was—if I hit fifty and go bald and need reading glasses and fall asleep at 9PM—if you’re still here with me, I’ll be fine.”

You paused.

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

“Even if I go gray first?” you asked.

“I’ll dye it with you.”

“What if I need a cane?”

“I’ll get one with spikes, and we’ll match.”

You laughed so hard you almost fell onto him. And when you looked up again, your eyes were glassy with affection.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki.”

He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with care he rarely showed anyone else.

“Best one yet.”

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c.ai wont let me log in. my life is over.

you’ve been locked in a tower for years.

and yet, the moment you spot the man climbing up the side of the tower, your first thought isn’t what the hell is he doing here or how do I stop him or is he some thief trying to rob me.

it’s more like: is this what freedom feels like?

you sit there, watching as the man makes his way up, all confident and smug, like he owns the world. something about his cocky grin makes your chest tighten. he’s definitely not a normal person.

he finally reaches the top, and your hands tighten around the edge of the window as he peeks his head over the ledge.

“oh, great,” he mutters, brushing his hair out of his face. “another damn tower.”

you blink. “who are you?”

he looks at you like you’re the one who just asked a stupid question. “the name’s katsuki. who the hell are you?”

your jaw drops slightly. “you climbed up here—without permission?”

“yeah. what of it?”

you stand up, grabbing the frying pan you keep tucked away (you’re not stupid, you know how to defend yourself). “i’m gonna have to knock you out if you try anything funny.”

he raises an eyebrow. “do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“do you know how ridiculous you sound climbing into someone’s tower?” you shoot back.

he shrugs, still standing there, like he couldn’t care less that he’s in someone’s home. “i wasn’t planning on being a good guy today.”

you narrow your eyes at him, gripping the frying pan tighter. “you should’ve thought of that before breaking into my home.”

katsuki glances around, seemingly trying to find something to occupy his attention. “i’m just trying to hide from some people. didn’t expect to find a princess up here.”

your eyebrows shoot up at the word princess. “i’m not a princess,” you snap. “i’m just trapped here.”

he quirks a grin at that. “sounds pretty princess-like to me.”

you sigh, turning your back on him and walking toward the corner. “whatever. just… stay out of my way.”

he snorts but doesn’t follow. instead, he walks around, casually inspecting the room with the disinterest of someone who’s seen it all.

you’re not sure why, but there’s something about him that feels different than all the other intruders who’ve come into your tower. there’s a confidence to him, yes, but also an edge—like he’s not afraid of anything, but he’s got something to hide.

—

after a little awkward silence, he finally speaks.

“what are you doing up here, anyway?”

you look up from your window, your hand absentmindedly tracing the long strands of your hair. “i paint. i… i always wanted to see the floating lights.”

“the what?”

“the floating lights,” you repeat, your voice soft. “they float up every year, the night of my birthday. no one ever told me why. but… i want to see them. one day.”

he glances at you, and for the first time, there’s a spark of something softer in his eyes. “and you’ve never been outside?”

you shake your head. “no. never. i’ve tried. but—” you pause, pulling your legs up to your chest. “i don’t know how to leave. i don’t know what to do.”

there’s a long silence, and you’re not sure if it’s pity or something else, but katsuki finally shrugs.

“how about i help you?”

you blink, stunned. “what?”

“i’ll take you to see these damn lights of yours,” he says, crossing his arms. “just one night. that’s it.”

your heart skips a beat. “you would do that?”

he smirks, his usual cocky grin returning. “you’re not the only one trapped here. i’ve got my own reasons for needing to disappear for a while. so let’s call it even. you don’t kill me, and i take you to the lights.”

you hesitate, your fingers twitching nervously. this is crazy. he’s a total stranger. but there’s something in his eyes… something that feels like trust. or maybe hope.

“okay,” you say, finally. “okay, let’s go.”

—

the day passes in a blur of frantic packing, hasty escapes, and the feeling that this is your first taste of freedom.

katsuki’s the one who leads the way, even if he grumbles under his breath about “getting out of this place before anyone finds us.” you follow him, every step feeling like you’re walking out of the only life you’ve ever known and into something else—something real.

you don’t notice the first time his gaze lingers a little too long. maybe it’s while you’re laughing at something stupid, sunlight hitting your cheeks just right. or when you’re brushing your hair back behind your ear as you look up at the sky. it’s fleeting—barely there—but his expression changes.

a small, teeny tiny smile. the kind you’d miss if you blinked.

he doesn’t say anything about it. he just walks a little closer beside you, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

—

the boat ride down the river is quiet. the lights above start to flicker, rising like stars stretching their wings.

you’re almost there.

you’ve never seen anything like it. the sky is full of floating lanterns, glowing softly in the night.

you sit at the bow of the boat, staring up at the lights with wide eyes. you could reach out and touch them if you wanted to. you could feel them.

“this is… this is amazing,” you whisper.

katsuki’s gaze is on you, not the sky. his lips quirk into that same soft, secret smile. “yeah. i guess it is.”

you look at him then, really look at him. and maybe it’s the lanterns, or the water, or how your heart is racing, but something feels different. like this moment matters.

“you’re not like anyone i’ve met.”

you smile back, breathless. “neither are you.”

you both sit there, eyes locked. the world feels too still. too quiet.

katsuki reaches out slowly, almost unsure, brushing your hand with his. when you don’t pull away, he links your fingers with his, gently. like it means something.

“hey,” he murmurs, barely loud enough to hear over the water.

you look up, lips parting.

“can i—” he leans in, slow, cautious, voice dropping lower—“kiss you?”

your answer is a breathless nod.

and then he’s kissing you, tender and slow and so incredibly soft you forget how to breathe.

it’s not rushed. it’s not wild. it’s careful.

like he’s memorizing every second of it.

his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking just under your eye as he deepens the kiss a little. not too much. just enough to make your fingers tighten gently around his.

you pull back, lips still brushing, and his forehead rests against yours.

neither of you says anything.

you don’t need to.

the sky is full of the light you spent years praying to see up close.

but somehow, all you can focus on is him.

HELP OMG

U CANT MAKE THIS UP 😭

just an average saturday evening

piece i made for guardian: an aizawa zine

B-B-BOYFRIEND!

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: he wants that cookie so effing bad but reader is oblivious to it all.

clueless.

you were damn clueless about what you were so sure you wanted.

look. bakugou didn’t mean to overhear unlike other times (ehem the sports festival) but you weren’t really being quite about it. often complaining to the other girls about how you’re looking for a boyfriend, how you want someone to be there for you yet no one seems interested.

mina in particular would glance over where he sat, laughing at your obliviousness. pointing out your blindness to the fact that someone IS interested but you waved it off like a fool as if he doesn’t cook your favorite food each time when he’s assigned dinner duty, as if he doesn’t walk by the road so you’re on the safer side, as if he doesn’t let you ramble whatever it is you wanted to talk about listening genuinely and how if it were anyone else he’d walk away without a second thought. yet you can’t see all the lengths he’s going through just to show you how capable he is to fulfill that role.

it’s getting to the point where he thinks you don’t like him specifically because how can you not get it? are you avoiding him by pretending not to know on purpose to lightly let him down?

fuck, he even talked about his situation with his self proclaimed friends and they all told him to just fess up to you but damn it do you make him feel like a fool himself.

“dude why don’t you ask her yourself?” sero genuinely asked, wondering why his strong headed friend who doesn’t hesitate in the face of danger become so suddenly hesitant when it came to you.

“yeah! be a manly man and just do it.” the red headed boy spoke all fired up, patting the unshaken boy on the back whose face never seemed to cease from its frown.

“what? don’t tell me you’re scared kacchan?” kaminari teased and for what’s probably the hundredth time he got blown up by bakugou’s quirk, again, he really never learns his lesson.

so when the end of the year party eventually comes up you find yourself cornered by the explosive boy. dragged firmly away from the crowd of your peers, looking at you with angered brows and an upset pout. you supposed he tried to look indifferent and unaffected but he looked like anything but.

“what’s up bakugou?” you asked smiling up at his sharp expression.

“you’re blind as fuck.”

“what the— not even a hello???” you asked incredulously at his unprompted comment.

“shit. okay wait, let me think. you are unaware of things you should be aware of.”

…blink…..blink...blink

“is this about the homework I totally failed? I told you not to bring it up bakubro—“

“no and don’t call me that!” he shouted, popping a red vein.

“why??!”

“because I don’t want to be your ‘bro’”

“what. you don’t want to be friends anymore?” you wobbly asked, eyes watering like that one emoji you always fucking send him. for instance,

messages

you: can you help me prepare for the test plz

katkat: where

you: wait actually I just remembered you and kiri were gonna study together

katkat: we’re not

you: I heard you two plan it after class?

katkat: he planned it

you: can you ask kiri if I could join then 🥹

katkat: no because I’m coming to your room, get your shit ready.

you: so no kirishima? (➤)

you: so (➤)

you: kk pal!

katkat: don’t call me that.

messages

katkat: mina saw you.

katkat: said you looked upset or something.

you: no I’m fine!!!

you: totally not crying over being stood up or whatever. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

katkat: that business class hataro shitsuko was a loser anyway.

you: it’s shizuku lol

katkat: just come over.

you: wait how did you know who (➤)

you: wait (➤)

you: wa (➤)

you: okay bae

messages

katkat <3: I’m not getting you that mochi

you: please I want you

katkat <3: what?

you: to get it for me PLEASSSEEEE 🥹 🥹

katkat <3: …

katkat <3: fine.

you: yayyyyyyyy

you: I want a specific flavor though.

katkat <3: I know what it is dumbass, I’ll see you later.

you: can you look for (➤)

you: THANK YOU!!

and many more but none of that ever clicked in your mind and so here you two were.

“no I want to be more than that.” he spoke seriously, red eyes set firmly on yours.

“don’t tell me….” you looked to the side shedding a tear as you leaned behind the wall further.

finally you understood.

“you want to be best fri—“

“FUCK NO! WE’RE NOT DOING THAT SHIT SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY IT.” he exasperatedly yelled, grabbing both your shoulders. breathing in once and out he spoke loud and clear, the feelings he held close and dear.

“I WANT YOU, YOU DAMN IDIOT! LET ME BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!”

“what?” you stared at him all startled and wide eyed as your mouth pulled downwards and eyes squinted to tears as you began to cry.

“what the— why are you crying!? do you hate me that bad?” bakugou asked hiding his hurt by wiping your tears away with his thumb as he gently held your face.

“no I want you too!!!! I just never thought you felt that way about me.” you whined planting your face in his chest.

“yeah no shit.”

“what?” you asked, slightly pulling away.

“nothing.” he answered shoving your face back in his body with one hand, relived that you actually felt the same way all this time.

inspo: “don't be scared to come put your trust in me can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend.” — Big Time Rush

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