The Cool, Marble Countertops Send A Shiver Up Your Spine, But You Don't Seem To Care. Instead Of Complaints,

hii, could you please write about katsuki x fem reader and how they just casually revealed their relationship to the class (eg. him cooking and sleepy reader comes down casually in his clothes or sum??) thank youu!!

A Sleepy Surprise

The smell of something delicious fills the dorm common area, making a few of Class 1-A’s students pause in their morning routines. You groggily stretch under the warm blankets before realizing that your usual alarm—Bakugo’s grumbling—has been replaced by the distant sound of something sizzling in a pan. The enticing aroma of food drifts up to your room, nudging you awake despite the sleep still clinging to you.

Without much thought, you pull yourself out of bed, rubbing at your eyes as you shuffle toward the door. Bakugo’s hoodie is the first thing you grab, slipping it over your head, the fabric swallowing your frame comfortably. The scent of him, something warm and familiar, lingers in the material. You don’t bother changing out of his sweatpants from the night before, the waistband cinched just enough to stay up, though the legs are too long and drag slightly as you walk.

Still half-asleep, you slowly make your way down the stairs, guided by the promise of food. As you step into the common area, a few voices murmur, but you barely register them. Your focus is entirely on the kitchen, where Bakugo stands at the stove, flipping a pancake with effortless precision.

He barely glances at you as he shifts the frying pan to another burner. “Sit down. Food’s almost done.”

You hum sleepily in response, dragging yourself to the counter. The class, however, goes completely silent. It’s the kind of silence that feels heavy, like everyone is holding their breath, waiting for something to explode.

You miss the wide-eyed stares, the way Denki nudges Mina, who claps a hand over her mouth, or how Kirishima’s brows shoot up in surprise. You’re too busy resting your head on your folded arms, the warmth of the kitchen lulling you back toward sleep.

“Smells good,” you mumble, voice still thick with sleep.

Bakugo scoffs, setting a plate in front of you. “Yeah, yeah, hurry up and eat before you pass out on the damn table.”

You grab your fork without a second thought, taking a bite of the food he made just for you, savoring the flavors as your brain slowly catches up with the world around you. "This is amazing, 'Suki."

The explosion of noise is almost immediate.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.” Denki practically screeches, making you wince. “Did she just—Did she just call him—?”

“‘SUKI??” Mina gasps, hands on her cheeks. “OH MY GOD.”

“Are you two dating?” Iida asks, pushing his glasses up in pure disbelief.

Bakugo turns his sharp crimson glare on them, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “What, you extras deaf or somethin’? ‘Course we are.”

A chorus of “WHAAAAAT?!” erupts from your classmates, ranging from Kirishima’s proud laughter to Mineta’s dramatic wailing about life being unfair. You just blink sleepily at the chaos, still munching on your breakfast like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Momo clasps her hands together. “Well, I must say, I’m happy for you two! Though… I am surprised. How long have you been together?”

“Eh, a while,” Bakugo grumbles, flipping another pancake. “Didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Uraraka gasps. “A while?! And you never told us?!”

You finally look up, rubbing your eyes. “Didn’t think we had to?” you mumble.

Kirishima grins, throwing an arm around Bakugo’s shoulders. “Bro! You should’ve told me! I could’ve given you relationship advice!”

Bakugo smacks his arm away. “Yeah, like I need advice from your dumbass.”

Sero chuckles. “Man, if she wasn’t literally sitting there in your clothes, I wouldn’t believe it.”

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda cute,” Mina says, nudging you with a knowing smirk. “Our little firecracker is all soft for you, huh?”

You smile sleepily, still too drowsy to feel embarrassed. “Yeah,” you admit easily, making the class erupt in more screams while Bakugo grumbles about everyone being too damn loud.

But he doesn’t deny it.

face masks k. bakugo

thinking about cutesy domestic bakugo..... just chilling in bed with him.... sweet pillow talk while you sit in his lap....

fluff, fem!reader

you straddled bakugo's lap, the cold, dark blue clay masks adorning your faces almost making him laugh. his calloused fingers gently rubbed the back of your hands.

"just so you know i'm never doing this girly skincare shit with you ever again," he gruffly commented, playfully mocking you.

"it's not girly to have good skin, suki," you teasingly replied, eyes tracing his chiseled features.

"are you saying i don't have good skin?" he asks, eyes narrowing at your comment.

"it could be better," you tease in response, hands moving to hold his own.

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boyfriend!dazai who...

poll has spoken; and boyfriend!dazai headcanons has won!! i will write all the ones on the poll, however they will be in order by most voted to least voted ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ small nsfw warning; nothing huge! unedited writing! PLZ ENJOY<3

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white = couldn't tag :[

who is a sucker for your touch and attention!! in a sexual way or not, he will beg for you hands on his!

who guilts you into hanging out with him; even when he knows your busy.

who will take a day off just to be with you.

who lives for your kisses on his neck, he may be major sensitive there but he only allows your lips to kiss it.

who loves it when you so what he asks of you, not even in a sexual way; he just loves how submmisive you are to his words.

who goes on the most crush dates he can think of; amusment parks, movie theaters, ice cream dates, even just movie night at home!

who begs you to do your makeup; even if it's just eyeliner, or blush to make you look pretty!

who holds you close to his chest when he sees you crying about anything. he hates it when you cry, you have no reason to when he's with you.

who doesnt take all your "insecure crap!" not in a rude way- no, no, no- he just doesnt see the point in arguing with you about it; your astonishing!! almost to perfect for this sad and evil world.

who will brag to atsushi about you; to the point the boy gets prettt sick of hearing it. [ however, he would love to meet yoi sometime ]

who hates to fight with you; however he will when needed to. he tends to leave you alone and wait for you to come crawling back to him...

who asks you to do a "double suicide" with him...hes dazai, of course he will. he will stop if you uncomfortable with suicidal jokes, on the spot!

who gets possesive when jealous. pulls you to his side when he sees another man/women try to woo you away from him.

who is broke asf and uses most of the ADA's credit card to pay for your dates/hang outs; or if you want this or that that you come across on dates.

who loves to play with your hair...he loves to comb his fingers through; short or long- putting it in ponytails, styling it.

who makes you feel like your on cloud nine when having sex. he loves to hold you while hes ontop of you and seeing the look on your face.

whos gentle...to a certain extent. he will get rougher; but he does it more the more you ask him to do so.

who has the best aftercare; he will rub any sore spots on your body, mostly your back, thighs, and sometimes ass or arms.

who teases you in bed by kissing your tummy before suddenly biting your inner thighs.

who doesnt mind being the bottom, as long as he gets to feel good he's pretty much at your will.

Hiiii, how are you? I just started reading your blog recently and I just loved the way you write, if you don't mind, and you have time (feel free to decline the request) I wanted to know if I could request a Dazai x female reader oneshot, which could be nsfw or fluff if it bothers you, where dazai and the reader have known each other since dazai joined the mafia, and they are very close (evidently they are both over 18, ew) I apologize if I explained it wrong, it's the first time I've asked one, thank you very much anyway and have a nice day (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

hometown lvr ! — o. dazai

this is such a cute prompt !! decided to go with js fluff and a slight suggestive ending ⁽͑˙˚̀ᵕ˚́˙⁾̉

cw: fem reader, suggestive kissing, lmk if i missed anything

“osamu, you look well.”

osamu grinned from ear to ear, his heart finally feeling full after not being able to see you for years. you’ve grown to become a rather beautiful individual, one that took his breath away the moment he saw you. osamu has memorized every little thing about you ever since the two of yous first meet. the small little marks on your face, every wrinkle when you scrunch your face after he says a rather embarrassing comment, the way your eyes dart around, everything.

“you look beautiful as ever.” the bandaged man said with an airy tone. you really did take his breath away.

seeing each other was rather random. you were out after getting groceries, the plastic bags making you sigh out in struggle, and dazai was strolling around the busy city, humming to himself.

you could tell from right then and there that dazai really had changed, his once dark and disturbed persona seemingly gone, though, his eyes were still that dark chocolate brown, just as you remembered.

”ah, let me help you with that.” dazai snapped out of his trance, rushing to your side and grabbing a few bags. you smiled and thanked him, making small talk about how he was, his job, everything that seemed important at that moment. his responses were lazy, soft spoken. he slipped how the work was much easier than the mafia (considering that that hat rack wasn’t in his way all the time …)

the walk to your apartment wasn’t far, and dazai helped drop off the bags on your kitchen counter, his shoes off and the doors closed. it almost felt as if he was with you again, whole and as one. he asked what you were having for dinner and if he could stay, his stomach grumbling. you couldn’t say no, you really couldn’t.

insisting to help you cook, the two of you weaved around the kitchen, as if lovers who have lived with one another for years. he placed mischievous touches here and there, his hand caressing your hips and back, making you turn red in response. it’s been so long since you’ve been with dazai in such a way.

dinner went by smoothly, playing feetsies and chuckling as you two shared stories, later switching over to your couch, movie playing in the background as dazai’s chapped yet soft lips roughly made it to your, his hands on the back of your head and moaning slightly into your mouth, his other hand under your shirt and softly grazing on your skin. your hands neatly wrapped around his neck, you felt as if you found your puzzle piece in life. osamu was back, after four years of no contact, you couldn’t argue, too speechless and far too lovesick.

boyfriend katsuki LOVES eating you out.

katsuki will look for any chance to bury his face in your pretty cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit with each small movement. his two large hands pushing your thighs up and towards your chest while he laps up your sweet and saccharine juices. the way you whimper and whine at his ministrations, he is quite literally drunk on your pussy.

“‘s too much, katsu,” you hiccup, using whatever bit of strength you have to lift your head up while your left hand is in his hair.

katsuki grunts in response, sending vibrations throughout your body. if you thought that your pleas would make him be any more gentle, you should have known better.

“c’mon princess,” he groans into your pussy as he pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsating hole.“gimme one more, please, cum on my face just one more time.”

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IJRJWJAUDJEJE I MUST HAVE HIM.

LISTENNN sadistic!dazai aftercare :(( kinda like a part two to blood sex and tears if that's alright 🥺 I wanna know if he'd still be mean and cruel or if he dotes on his doll after :)

aftercare with sadistic!dazai

dazai can't resist admiring all the marks and bruises littering your body once he's done with you. he can't help it—you just look so perfect to him, all marked-up like that. the second he's done railing the fuck out of you, he can't take his eyes off of you.

"what is it, 'samu?" you breathe, closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. every instinct in your body urges you to get away from the man who spent the last couple hours breaking you, but you're so sore that you can't bring yourself to leave. and his chest is so warm anyways, so why bother?

you open one of your eyes and look at dazai hazily. he reaches out and traces the side of your face with his hand and leaves a line of red where his fingertips meet your bare skin. "nothing," he murmurs, a tender smile dancing along his lips. "you look so beautiful like this, darling," dazai whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. he lingers long enough for you to gasp for air afterwards, to his amusement.

dazai sits up and says something about cleaning up before exiting the room, leaving you to tend to your own bruises for a couple minutes. they're starting to go a shade darker than you remember, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a mental note to call in sick to your work tomorrow.

a few minutes later, dazai returns, a damp towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. he offers you a gentle smile before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. "you did so good for me, sweetheart," he praises, kissing the top of your head. dazai pulls your chin up towards him and presses the glass of water to your slightly swollen lips, murmuring words of encouragement as you wince.

"you're so tense," dazai tsks, setting down the glass. he fishes out an ice cube and trails it down your back, grinning when you flinch from the stark chilliness. "what, can't handle the cold?" he cooes, popping the ice cube in his mouth and biting down with a distinct crunch.

he starts rubbing the damp towel over your skin, cleansing you of the droplets of blood scattered across your figure. "so," dazai continues, trailing his fingers over your skin, "how was it?"

"h-huh?" you mumble, caught off-guard by the seemingly simple question. dazai chuckles and draws a star with his finger around the bruise on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it afterwards.

"i mean, how are you feeling?" he elaborates, a lazy smile dancing across his lips.

"oh, i'm ... okay," you breathe, nodding along to his words.

"that's it? just okay?" he inquires, and you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. "aw, looks like we're gonna have to go for another round if you're just okay, sweetheart."

"wait, i—"

"don't bother, i was looking for a reason to go for one more round. c'mon, spread those pretty legs for me, baby. you can do it ..."

Just thinking about going to a fortune teller and asking about your soulmate. Horrified second after because they're describing Bakugou, and you and him don't get along at all.

Sighing in relief right after when she mentions your lover having a scar in his right cheek, which Bakugou doesn't have.

But after the war happens, you see him, see how much he has changed, how close you are now, and... the scar on his right cheek.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 ᥫ᭡ㅤ⠀ㅤ ࣪ 𓈒⠀ྀིㅤׂㅤ

notes: osamu only planned for your first hookup to be a one night stand—so what is it about you that has him reeling for more of your touch?

warnings: fem reader, port mafia!dazai, casual hookup at the bar, dazai asks you to say you love him the first time he fucks you, reader calls him slutty (lovingly), needy dazai, mentions of alcohol, 1.5k words.

dazai isn't surprised when he ends up fucking you the first night he meets you, but he is surprised that he decides it's a good idea to do it at lupin, of all places. for the womanizer people believe he is, he isn't much into having sex in public places. and anyways, the bar manager has always been good to him and his friends—he hates to soil the place this way. it really is such a lovely bar.

however, you clearly had one thing on your mind when you pulled him in for your first kiss, and who is he to deny you? he isn't exactly easy, but he's definitely weak for a pretty woman, everyone knows that.

the bar manager left hours ago, tossing dazai his keys and asking him to lock up when the two of you are done drinking. and as soon as you were left alone, it was like you couldn't get your hands on him fast enough, and after all of your teasing and flirting throughout the night, dazai is certainly ready to make you regret making him feel so seen—seen for who he truly is, he hates that you've figured him out so quickly.

"fuck, this is so good," you laugh as your head rolls back, your legs spread wide as dazai fucks you on the bar stool, his hips meeting yours with a quick pace as his eyes are locked onto your face, your brow furrowed in ecstasy, "i knew it would be good, you're so slutty, aren't you, osamu?" you're calling him by his first name already?

he feels a little jab in his heart at that. you'd told him earlier in the night you'd heard about him—you know he's an executive in the port mafia, you know he's quite popular with women, but you weren't expecting to run into "the" osamu dazai that night, you'd only stopped in for a quick drink—you'd told him as much.

dazai feels something bubbling up in his stomach at your continuous teasing jokes, and he's not quite sure he likes it. the way your head lolls back, resting on the bar as your eyes close, not even looking at him as he pounds into you with his pretty cock, the same pretty cock others have complimented him on so many times, has him feeling uneasy. is he using you, or are you using him?

"say you love me."

dazai doesn't even slow his movements or falter when your head jerks up to look at him in disbelief.

"w-what?"

"say it, i-i need to hear it," he whines and buries his face in your neck, losing all control as he fucks you desperately, like he can't get enough of you even though he doesn't really know anything about you. "just say it for me, angel. you don't have to mean it," his words are muffled into your neck, and he hates how pathetic he sounds. how did he get here? he only meant to fuck your pretty pussy and leave it at that, so why do you have him wrapped around your finger already?

you pant out a little laugh, and it makes his heart ache. "i can't do that, darling—but you're fucking me so good, i-i just might have to keep you a little longer."

dazai doesn't know how your words are hurting his feelings, the feelings he thought he'd locked away for good long ago. no, i'm dead inside—what the fuck is this?

"i bet you go around breaking hearts left and right, huh, 'samu?" your teasing continues, and though the dynamic between the two of you is unlike anything he's experienced before, the audacity you have to call him by his first name makes his cock harden even more. your playful demeanor tells him you aren't taking him seriously, and the thought alone makes him want to please you that much more—he wants to make you remember him, wants you to follow him around and beg for more, but you aren't biting.

he slows his movements, easing his cock in and out, eyes glued to the way your slick glistens on his shaft, pulling out of you suddenly as he drops to his knees—he doesn't waste time finding what he wants, spreading your lips and flicking his tongue over your swollen clit. is this how you want it? go ahead and scream my name, pretty girl.

but you don't seem phased by the change in position, only losing yourself again quickly in the feeling of his mouth on you. "god, your tongue feels so good." you moan and whimper as he sucks on your clit, gripping the back of his hair to ride his face, sliding your pussy up and down on his tongue roughly as he lets you use him like your own personal fuck toy, the wet sounds of his tongue on your pussy filling the tiny bar.

"you're so pretty," he pulls his mouth away from your wet cunt, hands gliding over your stomach before gently squeezing at your tits.

"are you teasing me, osamu?"

"well, you've been teasing me all night, haven't you, princess?" he feigns his usual confidence as he rises to his feet, gripping your soft hips as he slides you closer to him on the stool again, softly teasing his pale cock over your entrance. your hand reaches down to rub at your clit, pulling him in with your other hand on his hip as you urge him to fuck you again.

"c'mon, baby, fuck me." he slides back into you slowly, "oh, you feel so good, your cock feels so good." your occasional praise contrasts sharply with the teasing jabs you've been throwing at him, and dazai realizes—he can't figure you out. you're such a paradox to him, but that only makes him want to get to know you more, to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. do you yearn for death the way he does, or do you welcome each day? he wants to know everything.

"i think i love your dick, baby, fuck. . ." could you ever love him, or is this all he's good for in your eyes? dazai feels you squeezing around him as you rub at your clit faster, eyes rolling back again, "oh, fuck, i'm gonna cum, let me cum, osamu, lemme cum all over your cock, yeah?" your legs shake and it's the strongest orgasm he's ever felt from someone, your pussy clenching him so tightly it makes him groan out a little s-shit as you ride out your high, his eyes glued to your pretty face as you orgasm.

but it still isn't enough, you want more, and it shows in the way you continue moaning as he fucks you, slapping your clit lightly as you come down from your high, "lemme cum on your cock one more time, 'samu, then you can cum, k? that sound good?" he's eager to please and it doesn't take long at all for you to cum again, and immediately after you do, your pussy squeezing him even tighter than before, you're dropping to your knees in front of him like it's the only logical thing to do.

"hmm, such a pretty cock, y'know that? and you're so handsome, osamu." he feels his heart swell, and the way you're stroking him off so perfectly, your pretty eyes looking up at him and blown wide with desire, has every nerve in his dick even more sensitive than before. he spills into your throat after only a few seconds, and truthfully—though he finishes quickly, he isn't ashamed. he feels he could stay with you in this moment forever, not an ounce of doubt in his heart.

"i haven't cum that hard in forever," you laugh, tracing your finger over his bottom lip before turning away to find your clothes. the sound of your voice is so sweet, he thinks he could listen to it forever. "mmm, god, my legs are shaking."

you give him a few soft kisses before letting him go, entirely too soon for his liking. "i'm tired, i wasn't planning on fucking a handsome stranger in a bar tonight, i'll admit it's a first for me!" your playful tone tells him you're not ashamed, and it's something he quickly decides he loves about you—he can't stand feigned emotions of any kind, they're simply a waste of time.

"you can stay at my place, dear, if you want." the words leave his lips before he can stop himself, sounding a little more needy than he'd like.

"ah, i should get home, i have work in the morning."

he frowns at that. "what do you do?" he just wants to keep you close for a little while longer, and he's impressed when you tell him about your career. you're far more formally educated than him, though he's surely got you beat in the strategizing and street smarts category—fucking a stranger in a bar is pretty risky.

"w-wait," he grabs your wrist when you move towards the door, but the look of surprise on your face makes him regret it immediately. where are you going, angel? don't you want to stay with me? don't you want to stay for as long as i'll let you? "can i see you again?"

you laugh, seemingly taken aback, "seriously?" only silence fills the room, but you put him out of his misery when you speak again, and he's grateful for it, "maybe i'll see you around again, osamu. and if so, maybe it's fate, yeah?"

"y-yeah, sure," he smiles at that, but he's faking it, and he hates that.

dazai sighs when he locks the door to the bar later that night, throwing the keys in the potted plant next to it before walking down the alley, making his way toward his apartment—and for once in his life, his heart aches at the idea of sleeping alone.

come back to me, angel, please. i want to know what's in that pretty mind of yours.

imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. he’s gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring that’s good enough for you.

after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.

shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes

explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds

shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.

explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do

shitty hair: 🤷‍♂️ just my opinion man

you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didn’t say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.

but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you can’t know about. he hasn’t changed how he treats you. if anything, he’s been even softer and sweeter with you lately.

you decide to confront him about it.

you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.

you’re on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.

when he turns around, you’re looking at him angrier than ever. there’s fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.

you spit out, “where have you been?” katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.

this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, “where have you been?” you sigh, “i’ve been waiting for you since eight.”

he grunts thickly, “why’d you stay up, babe?” you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.

you say exasperatedly, “because i was worried about you. you’ve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.” you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, “so where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?”

katsuki shakes his head, whispering, “baby, s’not like that.”

you catch his words and scoff, “so then, what is it like? i clearly don’t know so why don’t you tell me?”

his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you he’s been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl… and that he’s finally found one. it wasn’t easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.

he bites his tongue, mumbling, “look, i’ve just been busy, yea?”

you chuckle derisively, “you’ve been busy? right, okay.” you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.

he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.

you shout, “just fuck off, katsuki!”

wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, “no more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.” his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.

you grumble, “it’s not about the late nights, katsuki. it’s about you keeping things from me.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.

he mutters into your hair, “i’ll tell you soon, okay?” you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.

you murmur, “so you’re not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?” your boyfriend’s mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.

he grumbles, “cheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!” he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, “for fuck’s sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? d’you really think i’m a cheater?!” you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.

he shouts, “I’VE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THEN—”

you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, “okay, okay, honey, it’s okay. i know you’re not a cheater.” after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).

he grunts, “d’you really think i’d do that?” a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.

you say softly, “of course not. but if you’re not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just don’t understand, suki.” he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.

he murmurs into your hot flesh, “just give me a few days n’ i’ll tell you, alright?” you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.

you shake your head, saying, “you can tell me now.”

he huffs, “babe—”

“no,” you cut him off. “tell me now. i deserve to know why you’ve been coming home so late.” he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.

he mumbles, “stubborn brat.”

it’s like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.

he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, “that’s the reason.” he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but you’re in shock.

your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little you’re registering right now. you can’t think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.

katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, “well, are you gonna open it or not?”

you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.

you stutter, “a-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-too—”

“yes,” he says solemnly. “you’re everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?” you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.

you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.

he mutters, “i don’t tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckin’ love you, baby girl. more than you’ll ever know.”

a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.