Bonus: Catsuki

“katsuki—”

“shut up,” he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. “just lemme have this.”

you sigh, but it’s hard to be exasperated when he’s clinging to you like this—arms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.

“you’re so needy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair.

he grunts. “so what?”

you laugh softly. “so nothing. it’s cute.”

his grip tightens. “ain’t cute.”

you can feel how warm his face gets, even if he’s trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, “kiss me.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. “babe. a real one.”

before you can even think about teasing him again, he’s already moving—cupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like he’s making up for lost time.

when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. “missed you,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

your heart melts. “i was only gone for a few hours.”

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bakugo x fem!reader

"Woah Bakugo, did you get into a fight with a tiger on your way here or what?!" Denki shouted out in surprise.

His statement made everyone in the locker room turn their attention to Bakugo. His shirt pulled halfway off as he tried to change into his hero costume.

"HUH?!" Bakugo yelled back, confusion clear in his voice as he titled his head in Denki's direction. His question was met with silence as he focused on folding his shirt.

Turning his head, he realized everyone was staring. As much as Bakugo loved the attention being on him, he needed to know why everyone was focusing on him specifically now.

"Y'ALL GOT A STARING PROBLEM OR SOMETHING!" His tone getting more agitated as the silence lingered. His body hit under everyone's judgmental gaze.

Denki couldn't help but snicker at him, causing a chain reaction from his friends. The guys turning around and covering their faces as they tried to supress their chuckles.

Bakugo was getting more angry by the minute, ready to blast all these losers if they didn't confess. But before could spark his hands, Kirishima gripped his shoulder.

"Dude, you might want to take a look at your back."

Huffing past him, Bakugo trudged towards the full length mirror at the end of the boys locker room. Making a quick turn he titled his head, trying to see his back in the reflection.

All rage left his body when he realized what was staring back at him.

Bright red nail marks dragged down his back.

His face flushed the same color as his markings, recalling how he got them. The night before you spent the night at his dorm, your guys movie marathon quickly turned into a different kind of marathon.

Trying to save face he stomped back to his locker, pretending like nothing happened as the boys waited for his response. "Oh course you single virgins would assume it's from a cat." He said, continuing to put on his hero costume.

Quickly slamming it shut and rushing out of there. The rest of the boys glancing at each other, before doing the same.

You coincidentally ran into your dear boyfriend as you left the girls locker room. Him catching your arm as you greeted him, "Your clipping your nails the next time we meet up."

It took you a while five seconds to figure out what he was referring to. Smirking up at him you whispered, "You weren't saying that when you were admiring my new set." Leaving his face flushed as you two walked towards the training area together.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he can't help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you notice the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoes from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

Best sensei deserves best bento 🍱