Boyfriend! Megumi who Acts Mad Anytime You Play With His Hair, But He Actually Kind Of Likes It. (Which

02. [IZUKU MIDORIYA]

✿ warnings. To all the boys I've loved before!Au, quirkless!reader, teacher!reader, aged up characters, all the boys are pro-hero (including Deku).

✿ synopsis. Your childhood letters, the ones in which you declare your love for every crush you had, ended up being sent without your permission. What could come of that?

✿ words account. 2.5k

"Argh! Shit..." You thought it was extremely unfair that on your day off, everything went wrong. Starting with the fact that you were supposed to meet up with some friends, but ALL of them canceled. Even though you knew them well enough to know that they just didn't want to go out with you, since going out with everyone but you is normal.

You even thought you could enjoy the night out on your own, but then they spilled drinks on you, your heels broke (you had to break the other one to keep wearing them) and of course you saw your "friends"

But just as you left the club to finally get home and forget everything that had happened today. It started to rain. And obviously you didn't bring an umbrella. How cliché. But honestly, it couldn't get any worse.

You were hurrying to find shelter so you wouldn't get so wet. Although when you arrived, you were drenched. As soon as you picked up your cell phone to check the time, it had died. You took a deep breath to stop yourself from freaking out.

Not in a million years would you have called a cab on your own, with a dead cell phone, in the middle of the night. You could be anything, but crazy and stupid you weren't.

"Do you need help?"

A hoarse, warm voice spoke from beside you. You were ready to scream, but as soon as you turned to look at the owner of the voice, you shut up. Your eyes widened, it was Midoriya. He was smiling sweetly at you, and it made you want to eat. You quickly pulled yourself together.

"No. I don't need it." You turned to walk away through the rain, anything was better than staying there. But you felt him grab you by the wrist. As soon as you turned to him, he had that cynical look on his face, as if he really cared.

"Please (name)- sorry, (L/N)..." You wish you could hit him in the face right now, but you know you'd come off as crazy. "I don't want to leave you alone here, it's late and dangerous..."

"And why do you care?!" You said harshly, if you were a snake right now you could probably be spewing venom out of your mouth.

"Because I care about you!" He said with conviction, and that irritated you. You started to laugh, and you could see out of the corner of your eye that he was a little embarrassed by your reaction, what an idiot.

"Really? You? You care? With me?" You kept laughing, as if it was all just a good joke. It was, but the joke was actually on you. "Are you serious, Midoriya? The last time I remember, you didn't even want to look me in the face."

He looked away from you, swallowing hard and clearly uncomfortable. Not that you minded, he didn't deserve any sympathy from you.

Flashback on -

You remember it all to this day, for many it was just another stupid day at school. But not for you, it was the day you were finally going to propose to Midoriya. A little 9 year old declaring herself, cute isn't it?

You met when you were only 4 years old, which led you to meet Bakugou. But you didn't give a damn about him, not then. You only cared about the boy with the wide green eyes.

Nothing else mattered, even though Bakugou always pestered you, even though your parents fought often, even though sometimes you just wanted to cry, whenever you looked into those eyes, all you felt was peace. Until that ended.

The first person you met (unfortunately) was Bakugou, he was fighting with his friends for some reason you didn't really give a damn about.

"Have you seen Izuku?" You unfortunately had the idea of asking the stupid blond. As soon as he heard your question, he gave you his usual scowl, but the mention of the greenish guy's name seemed to make it worse.

"Why would I know about that stupid nerd? And what the fuck do you want with him?" He shouted, as usual. You just rolled your eyes and walked away, ignoring all the shouting coming from him.

You ended up not seeing Izuku for the rest of the class, for some reason he just disappeared from your sight, you couldn't even find him at break! He even seemed to be avoiding you.

You were about to give up and put it off until you finally spotted a green-haired boy. The smile that appeared on your face was capable of infecting anyone who passed by with how happy you looked.

"IZUKU!!!" You shouted, catching the boy's eye. When you finally reached him, you saw that something was strange. He seemed nervous, and wouldn't even look at you. "Are you okay? You look bad..." you said with real concern.

"I don't want to be your friend anymore" he said quickly and quietly, which confused you because you hadn't understood anything.

"What? Speak up izu! You don't have to be shy around me! You know that!" You tried to give him confidence.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE!" Suddenly, all eyes fell on you, and you stared at him in shock.

"W-what?" Hardly anything came out of your mouth, you were so shocked that you couldn't even speak properly. "What do you want to say?" You said it so quietly that if it hadn't been for Izuku being near you, he wouldn't have heard you.

"I-I don't want to be your friend! I'm tired of you!" As soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes filled with tears. Why? What had you done to him? What had you done to him? You always supported him, you were always on his side when Bakugou bullied him. "You're so annoying! I don't know why you're still around me, I just want you to stay away!"

A bubbling anger began to fill you, how dare he talk to you like that? What could be wrong with him? You started to feel an urge when you looked at his face again.

"AS IF I WANTED TO BE YOUR FRIEND! I ONLY TALKED TO YOU OUT OF PITY!" You shouted so loudly that the teachers came out of the school to see what was going on.

"YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER LOSER WITH NO QUIRK!"

You didn't even pay attention when you heard Bakugou laughing in the background, or the teachers trying to calm you down, or even the tears welling up in Midoriya's eyes. You pushed him so hard that he fell to the ground.

"IDIOT! DON'T EVER APPEAR IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN! I HATE YOU!"

You ran off before anyone could take in what had just happened. The first thing you did when you got home was run to your room, completely ignoring your fighting parents.

And for the first time in years, your parents stopped fighting. They knew almost nothing about you, but one thing they always remembered, you were always happy, despite their fights, and despite everything. But not today. That day, and the week that followed, there was complete silence inside your house.

After that day, you never looked Midoriya in the face again. You started hanging around Bakugou, always clinging to him. And whenever Bakugou teased the green-haired boy, you pretended not to see.

And as for the letter, you just couldn't throw it away, so you hid it in a box under your bed, and then everything changed.

Flashback off -

"I-I know... I fucked up... but please... it's late and I don't trust leaving you alone at this hour..." You stared into the immensity of those green eyes, and wanted to vomit. "Please (name)... just let me take you home, just one ride! And I'll never bother you again!"

He looked at you with those lost-dog eyes, the ones that whenever he showed you, you did whatever he wanted. But... now it was different. You looked at the rain, it certainly wasn't going to stop now, it was only going to get worse.

"Okay. Just one ride, and no more." He smiled at you, a smile that although you wouldn't admit it, you missed. He walked you to his car, you practically standing under the umbrella so you wouldn't get wet.

As soon as you reached the car, you were surprised. It was one of those expensive cars that you would never be able to afford, I mean, not that you know that much about cars, but you know what you can and can't afford.

He opened the door for you and waved you in. He waited until you were inside and dry, before closing the door and going to the driver's side. As soon as he got in, he realized that his left side was completely soaked, which shouldn't have happened...

"So... where do you live?..." He said almost hopefully, as if you were going to run away from him and get out of his car screaming.

"Oh... I live near the station..." you said quietly, trying your best not to make eye contact with Midoriya. "You don't have to drive me to my house..."

He gave you a big, warm smile. "No problem! I like to help... and it wouldn't be right to leave you alone late at night either..." he shifted his gaze back to the front.

"Right... thanks then..." you looked away to the window. Midoriya finally got out of his seat and started driving. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that he looked conflicted, as if he was arguing with himself about whether he should say something to you there.

"Um...so...how's your life as a pro-hero? Are you...um, enjoying it?" You tried to lighten the mood, but soon regretted it.

"Ah! Yes! I love it! It's great to always be able to save people when they need it...although sometimes the work gets really tiring..." And before you could even say anything again, Midoriya was already chattering away.

You thought it was cute that, even after years, he was still the same. The same chatty boy who always perked up when he talked about something he liked.

He must have noticed you staring, because he suddenly stopped talking. And he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You looked away, your cheeks heating up.

"And you? You became a teacher, didn't you?" He said, trying to distract from the recent event.

"Um... yes, I did" There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, and you hoped that you would get home soon. "And Bakugou? I mean..."

"Good! I mean... he's still a bit irritable as usual... but... well" he laughed, and you followed him. It made him smile more. A few minutes later, you finally arrived at his house. "Here we are..."

"Thanks for the ride, I really didn't need it," you said too sweetly, which surprised you, since you did everything you could not to show how you felt beyond your students.

"You're welcome..." he smiled at you. And then everything got weird again, he just started staring at you without saying anything. As if he was hypnotized.

"Um...Midoriya?" He didn't answer. You snapped your fingers in front of him. And then he seemed to come back to life. Instantly, his cheeks turned red, and he looked away.

"I'M SORRY!"

You laughed. "It's okay..." you then smiled at him, and started to get ready to leave.

"Wait!" He quickly got out of the car, running to your side of the door, stumbling halfway. All this to open the door for you. "There!"

He opened the umbrella so you could get out, and you accepted without blinking. You didn't want to get any wetter than you already were. He took you to the door of the building. Then he finally said goodbye.

"Well... thanks again for the ride..." You gave him a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you, it wouldn't be a problem, after all, this would be the last time you'd see each other.

"You're welcome..." he grinned like a fool. You then went inside, leaving him standing there alone. Smiling like a fool who has seen the love of his life for the first time.

Izuku finally got home, and of all the days, today was the worst. Starting with the villains giving him more trouble again, he hadn't had a day off in over three weeks.

But there was one good thing in all this: you. When he met you again for the first time after so long, he didn't even know how to react. Of course, even more so after Kacchan basically shouted at you.

He wished he could have walked you to school, to make sure you got there safely, but you just ignored him, which hurt him a little. But he couldn't blame you, he made a mistake with you when you were younger. He had lost all hope, until he received a letter. A letter from you.

At first, he thought it was a lie, a joke from Denki or Mina, something like that. But as soon as he read the letter, he knew it was from you, the way you spoke matched the letter exactly. And although the letter was apparently a bit old, it still smelled of her peach perfume.

That day, all their hopes came crashing back like a truck. He didn't know how to react. His first instinct was to call Ochako. What he should have known was that it was a bad idea, considering it was midnight and she hated being woken up. At least he got some good advice... which was that he should stop being an idiot and go talk to you. A big help.

But then, one day when he decided to take a walk to cool off, he found you. You were soaking wet, under a store tent. That's when he decided to act. Obviously his first instinct was to offer you a lift. At first, he saw how much you avoided even looking at him.

But in the end, one of his worst days, he got a kiss on the cheek. It sounds silly thinking about it now, but in all honesty he didn't give a damn. Everything that came from you was wonderful, no matter how small. He felt like a teenager at that very moment.

He threw himself down on the sofa, picking up the letter to read again. No matter how many times he read the letter, he would never tire of reading it again. He smiled to himself like an idiot. No matter how long it took, he would make it up to you and he would win you back.

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Bakugou Katsuki is completely wrapped around his girlfriend’s finger.

Sure, he tries to act all cool and indifferent in front of his friends, pulling off that tough, angry, and mean guy routine. But deep down, this man would melt in a second for his girlfriend. He’d fall to his knees just to see her smile.

Today, Bakugou Katsuki is out with his friend Kirishima, shopping for Kirishima’s girlfriend’s birthday party. Why did Katsuki agree to come? Because you were away traveling, and he was utterly bored and lonely without you by his side.

"Hey, have we met before?"

The question didn’t even register in his mind. In fact, Katsuki didn’t hear it at all. His mind assumed the question was meant for someone else nearby. He was genuinely surprised when, out of nowhere, a woman stepped in front of him with a soft, shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi while I had the chance."

Katsuki quickly looked to the side, hoping to spot his friend, but to his dismay, he realized he was completely alone in this awkward moment.

"Uh, right," he muttered, cringing inwardly. What the hell? Why am I even talking to her right now?

The woman giggled, her fingers reaching out to place a hand on his chest while she leaned in a little too close, invading his personal space.

Instinctively, Katsuki stepped back, his heart immediately sinking. Oh hell nah.

"Okay, back up." He shot her a sharp glance and turned to walk away. But just as he did, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Oh, come on. She ain’t that pretty for you to turn me, this, down, is she?"

“She is that pretty, you—” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He didn’t dare say it out loud—after all, his mom could be lurking nearby—but he couldn’t help but mutter the insult as he walked away, his heart set on getting back to the one person who mattered.

Three days later, you returned home. The second Katsuki saw you walking toward him at the airport, his whole demeanor softened. The tightness in his shoulders melted away, and a smile so wide spread across his face that it made his heart flutter. Without a second thought, he opened his arms wide, waiting for you to run into them.

"Hi, mama," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

You rushed into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. You giggled when you felt Katsuki bury his face in your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, Kats?" You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your heart fluttering at the lovesick gaze in his eyes. He nodded silently, his usual grumpy nature nowhere to be found. Instead, he gently lowered you back to the ground, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, as if to reassure you that everything was right with the world again.

Kirishima stood a few feet away, laughing quietly at the sight of his best friend. The contrast between the Katsuki who’d been grumpy and distant while you were gone and the Katsuki who now held you in his arms—radiating nothing but joy—was impossible to miss. He smiled softly, realizing that there was no one else who could make Katsuki shine like that.

Everyone knew that Bakugou Katsuki was absolutely smitten—utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

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texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari.

! you send them a naughty pic

warnings: sfw but suggestive

Bakugou who just loves to look at you when you’re getting ready, it’s like he’s in a trance. As your putting on your clothes, doing your hair and makeup his eyes will never leave your figure till you’re done. He likes to get ready fast first so he can see you get ready. The first couple of times his eyes are on you, you get flustered and shy and tell him to stop looking at you while you’re getting ready. He’ll just grunt and mumble how he isn’t looking at you and looks away from you, but not even a minute later his eyes are drawn back you. As time passes you’re soon used to his eyes staring at you, now you love it and get giddy when he looks at you. Making getting ready feel intimate and special. He will never get sick and tired watching lovely you get ready.

kinich x reader, modern au, gamer!kinich, gn!reader, established relationship, probably ooc kinich or he's just that down bad for u

thinking about kinich, who is reminded of your wedding while chatting to his gaming buddies between matches, and doesn't understant the outcry when he finishes his anecdote.

"you're MARRIED!?!?"

the exclamation rang so loudly through his headset that the sound became warped.

"yeah? I have been for a while."

"what the fuck dude. since fucking when??"

"like nearly three years now? our anniversary's next month- have I seriously not mentioned this?"

"no!! I mean, I knew about (Y/N), but you've never mentioned being married!"

the revelation struck kinich into silence. sure, it wasn't the kind of group that regularly talked about their personal life, but he must have mentioned being married to you - he had been gaming with these people since barely after your wedding. he spoke of you often enough, albeit in passing.

...though, now he thought about it, he did usually just refer to you by name. and it had taken him a little while to break out of the habit of calling you his partner, so maybe that's what he had introduced you as. shit, had he really not told them you were married?

"i- you know what, let me turn on my camera. (Y/N)!"

soft footsteps, and then you poked your head into the bedroom.

"what's up, kin?"

"c'mere," he beckoned, arm snaking around your waist when you reached his chair. you noticed the camera was on, and gave a shy wave, never having shown your face to his online friends before, "so, uhh. apparently i never told them we're married."

you could hear the guffaws and teasing through the headset, no doubt laughing about how he's gonna be in the doghouse for this one. but once his sheepish words finally processed in your mind, all you could do was look at him and laugh, first in disbelief before it turned into full, chest-aching laughter.

"you what??" you managed, resting your forehead in his hair as you continued to laugh, "how on earth did you manage that?"

"i honestly don't know," he responded, beginning to laugh with you. in his ear, his teammates were chuckling about how he was lucky to have such a forgiving spouse, but he was more focused on your body pressed against his side and your infectious laugh as you extracted yourself from his hair to look down at him with a bemused smile. he just knew he was never going to hear the end of this, but that adoring gleam in your eyes had him as besotted as he had been approximately two years and eleven months ago.

"well, guys," you turned to face his grainy camera, your face next to kinich's to speak into his mic. you held your hand up, proudly flashing your wedding band, "believe it or not, the rumours are true. kinich is my husband."

you didn't catch the lovestruck look he was sending you, but through his headset, you just about caught someone calling him a simp.

modern au gamer kinich always has my heart. wc: 493

UNDERNEATH.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ sister's bf! lee heeseung x reader

genre ᝰ.ᐟ smut

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ cheating, fingering, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ part 2 of she’s right, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

you don’t know how it happened—how you ended up like this, pressed into the armrest of the couch, your body tense with awareness. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. but somehow, heeseung had found his way right next to you, his presence suffocating, his warmth radiating off of him like a silent taunt.

your sister lay draped over his chest, her focus entirely on the movie playing on the tv, oblivious to the way his attention wasn’t on her.

it was on you.

your breath catches the moment you feel it—his fingers, featherlight, grazing against the exposed skin of your thigh. the touch is barely there, but it sends a ripple of heat through you, goosebumps rising in its wake. you swallow hard, your heart pounding as his fingers continue their slow, deliberate path, tracing lazy patterns against your skin.

heeseung acts as if nothing is happening, his eyes locked onto the screen, his face unreadable. but his fingers say otherwise. they move with intention, creeping higher, brushing just under the hem of your shorts.

you suck in a sharp breath, fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket draped over your lap, your body screaming at you to move—to stop this before it goes too far.

but you don’t.

because as much as you hate to admit it, a part of you is frozen in place, anticipation thick in your veins, waiting to see just how far he’s willing to go.

“heeseung—” you whisper, your voice barely audible, breath hitching as you feel the gentle but insistent tug of his fingers on the waistband of your shorts. your body tenses, heat pooling low in your stomach, torn between the fear of being caught and the undeniable thrill of his touch.

his eyes flicker to yours, dark and unreadable, his lips curling into the faintest smirk before he leans in just enough for his breath to fan against your ear.

“shh, baby…” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, his fingers toying with the elastic of your shorts, pulling it back slightly before releasing it, letting it snap softly against your skin. the action is subtle, but it sends a jolt through you, your pulse pounding in your ears.

your gaze darts toward your sister, still curled up against his chest, completely unaware of the illicit touches happening just inches away from her. her eyes remain glued to the tv, her face illuminated by the flickering glow of the screen, lost in the movie while you’re trapped in this dangerous moment with her boyfriend.

heeseung shifts slightly, angling himself closer, his fingers dipping just beneath the fabric now, skimming along the soft skin of your hip. his touch is slow, lazy, as if he has all the time in the world.

“you’re so tense,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. “just relax, baby… let me take care of you.”

your fingers dig into the couch, knuckles white, trying to ground yourself as the weight of the situation crashes down on you. this is wrong. so, so wrong.

but the way heeseung’s fingers move—the way his voice seeps into your skin like honey—makes it so damn hard to stop.

before you can fully process what’s happening, you feel it—his hand slipping under your shorts, fingers deftly pushing past the waistband of your panties. your breath catches in your throat, your entire body stiffening as his fingertips brush against your already-soaked folds. the touch is light, teasing, but the sensation sends a shiver through you, your thighs instinctively parting just enough to grant him access.

his fingers move slowly at first, tracing along your slit, gathering your slickness before pressing just a little harder. the faintest grunt slips from his lips, barely audible, but you hear it—feel the way his body shifts slightly, adjusting himself as if even just touching you like this is too much for him to handle.

“fuck…” heeseung exhales, his voice rough, almost strained.

his fingers continue their lazy exploration, circling around your entrance but never fully pushing in, his touch deliberate, torturous. he drags his fingers through your wetness, spreading it, his breathing growing heavier as he feels just how ready you are for him.

your nails dig into the cushion beneath you, your heart hammering in your chest as you risk a glance at your sister. she’s still nestled against him, completely unaware, lost in the glow of the movie playing on the screen.

but you’re not.

you’re drowning in the heat of his touch, in the way his fingers glide against you with practiced ease, in the way his breath grows heavier, hotter, with every passing second.

heeseung tilts his head slightly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “so fucking wet… all for me.”

your head tilts back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure rolls through you. his fingers stroke your clit with an agonizing precision—slow, deliberate circles that send electric shocks pulsing through your core. the sensation is overwhelming, your thighs jerking slightly in response, but heeseung only tightens his grip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

your breath comes in shallow pants, chest rising and falling with each teasing motion of his fingers. every stroke is a calculated push, a silent command for you to give in, to let go, to let him take you apart piece by piece.

you bite down on your lip, desperate to stay quiet, but then heeseung moves lower, his fingers gliding through your slick folds before dipping inside you. the stretch is slow, torturous, as he eases one, then two fingers into your heat, filling you inch by inch.

a muffled whimper threatens to escape, your body trembling as he curls his fingers just right, pressing into that sensitive spot that makes your stomach clench.

“so fucking good for me…” heeseung whispers, his breath hot against your ear, voice thick with lust. his fingers move in steady, deliberate strokes, pumping in and out of you, his thumb still working your clit in perfect rhythm.

the room feels unbearably hot, every nerve in your body hyperaware of his touch, the weight of your sister’s presence only making it all the more intoxicating.

“keep quiet, baby,” heeseung murmurs, smirking as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. “or she’s gonna find out just how much of a mess you’re making for me.”

you clench helplessly around his fingers at his filthy words, a muffled whimper slipping past your lips before you can swallow it down. the heat in your stomach coils tighter, twisting into something unbearable as heeseung continues working you open, his fingers curling with calculated precision, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that makes your entire body tense.

just when you think you might be able to keep yourself under control, heeseung suddenly withdraws, leaving you empty for a brief, torturous second before pushing back in—this time with three fingers.

the stretch is intense, burning in the best way possible, your walls instinctively clenching around him as your back arches slightly. a sharp gasp rips from your throat, louder than you intended, the sound echoing in your own ears like a betrayal. panic surges through you, your sister still so close, and you barely have time to react before you’re slapping a trembling hand over your mouth, muffling your own pleasure.

heeseung doesn’t stop—if anything, he takes your reaction as an invitation. his pace quickens, fingers plunging deeper, fucking into you with a quiet desperation that makes your thighs shake. his free hand grips your inner thigh, keeping you open for him, making sure you take everything he gives you.

“that’s it, baby,” heeseung whispers against your ear, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal. “feel so fucking good squeezing me like that.”

your legs tremble violently as the pleasure builds, your entire body on fire, dangerously close to the edge. and the worst part?

you have to stay completely silent while he ruins you.

“naughty girl,” heeseung breathes against your ear, his voice laced with amusement and something darker, something possessive. his fingers never slow, plunging deep inside you, curling just right as he watches every desperate reaction spill across your face. “letting me finger fuck you while your sister is right here… you really have no shame, do you?”

his words make your stomach tighten, the coil inside you winding impossibly tight, threatening to snap at any moment. your breathing is uneven, ragged, your body trembling as his fingers continue their ruthless pace.

“should i even let you cum?” he taunts, his lips barely grazing your jaw as he whispers the cruel question.

your eyes fly open, desperate, pleading, as you meet his dark, hungry gaze. heeseung looks utterly amused, completely in control, reveling in the way you’re falling apart at his touch.

you nod furiously, your movements frantic, your entire body begging for release without a single word. your grip on the couch tightens, your free hand still clamped over your mouth, muffling the whimpers that threaten to spill out as the pleasure builds to a breaking point.

heeseung smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation. his fingers slow just enough to make you whine softly against your palm, your hips bucking in silent protest.

“hmm,” he muses, pretending to think as his thumb lazily circles your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure straight through you. “i don’t know, baby. do you really deserve it?”

“y—yes, heeseung—please…” you whimper softly, voice barely above a breath, laced with desperation. your head tilts back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as your body completely surrenders to his touch. every nerve is on fire, every sensation heightened by the sheer risk of the moment, by the fact that your sister is still so close—completely unaware of how her boyfriend is ruining you right beside her.

your thighs tremble, threatening to snap shut around his hand, but heeseung doesn’t allow it. his fingers keep working you open, pressing deeper, curling with perfect precision as his thumb continues slow, teasing circles against your clit. the pleasure is overwhelming, stealing the air from your lungs, making it nearly impossible to stay quiet.

heeseung watches you with dark, hooded eyes, his lips curving into a wicked smirk at the sight of you coming undone for him. he leans in, his breath warm against your skin, his voice nothing more than a whisper against your ear.

“look at you,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with amusement. “so fucking desperate. you want to cum that badly, baby? even with her right here?”

you can’t even bring yourself to answer—only a shaky, breathless moan escapes as your fingers clutch at the fabric beneath you, holding on for dear life.

“please, seungie—i can’t…” you whimper, your voice trembling, barely coherent through the haze of pleasure consuming you. your entire body is wound tight, every muscle tensed as the pleasure builds higher, dangerously close to spilling over.

the hand that had been gripping the couch in a desperate attempt to ground yourself now flies up to your mouth, pressing firmly against your lips to stifle the moans threatening to slip out. your breaths come in short, ragged gasps against your palm, the heat of your own touch doing little to muffle the sounds completely.

your other hand, shaky and weak, reaches out blindly, searching for something—anything—to hold onto. it finds heeseung’s wrist, fingers curling around it in a silent plea. his skin is hot beneath your touch, his pulse steady, unbothered, in contrast to the absolute mess he’s turning you into.

heeseung smirks, clearly reveling in your desperation. his fingers don’t slow, still thrusting into you with that agonizing precision, curling just right, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you like he knows your body better than you do.

“can’t what, baby?” he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “can’t take it? or can’t hold it in?”

his words only make it worse, make the coil in your stomach tighten even more, make your thighs shake as you struggle to stay quiet. heeseung chuckles, his free hand sliding up your thigh, squeezing lightly before whispering,

“then be a good girl and cum for me… but don’t you dare make a sound.”

his words are your undoing. the moment they leave his lips, the coil in your stomach snaps violently, pleasure crashing over you in thick, pulsing waves. your entire body tenses before completely unraveling, your back arching slightly against the couch as you fall apart on his fingers.

your hand clamps down tighter over your mouth, pressing so firmly against your lips that your knuckles turn white, desperate to keep yourself silent. a muffled whimper escapes anyway, swallowed by your palm as your walls flutter around his fingers, gripping them like a vice.

heeseung groans under his breath, feeling the way you gush around him, soaking his fingers, dripping down his hand. his movements don’t stop—he keeps thrusting, slower now, dragging out every last bit of your high, prolonging your pleasure until you’re trembling beneath his touch.

your thighs quiver uncontrollably, your muscles weak and useless as the aftershocks ripple through you. your free hand, the one clinging to his wrist, squeezes weakly, as if silently begging him to stop, to give you a moment to recover.

but heeseung doesn’t pull away immediately. instead, he lets his fingers linger inside you, feeling the way your walls still clench around him, your body twitching with sensitivity. his gaze flickers to your sister for a split second, ensuring she’s still lost in the movie before his eyes return to you—dark, satisfied.

finally—finally—he eases his fingers out of you, the slow drag making your breath hitch, your body still reeling from the high.

he doesn’t say anything at first. he just stares at you, watching the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part slightly behind your trembling hand, the way your thighs still quiver from the intensity of it all.

then, with slow, deliberate movements, heeseung lifts his fingers—glistening, coated in the evidence of your pleasure. the sight alone makes your stomach tighten, heat rushing to your cheeks as you watch, wide-eyed, unable to look away.

his expression remains unreadable, but there’s something dark, something dangerously smug in the way he parts his lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth with an agonizing slowness. his tongue flicks over them, savoring every trace of your slickness, his eyes still fixed on the tv as if this were nothing more than a casual indulgence.

but you see it—the way his chest rises just a little deeper, the subtle twitch in his jaw, the tension in his shoulders betraying the restraint he’s barely holding onto. he hums lowly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the screen, but you hear it, feel the vibration of his satisfaction curl in your stomach.

when his fingers finally slip free, shining with the wetness of his lips, heeseung exhales slowly, savoring the lingering taste like something he isn’t ready to let go of just yet. then, as if nothing happened, he lowers his hand, the movement unhurried, almost lazy, as he lets it fall onto his lap.

the room remains quiet except for the murmur of the tv, your sister still nestled against his chest, completely unaware of the sinful act that had just unfolded inches away from her.

your breath is uneven, your thighs still trembling slightly, your body betraying you as the ghost of his touch lingers, pulsing between your legs.

heeseung doesn’t look at you, doesn’t acknowledge what just happened—not outright. but his smirk deepens, his fingers tapping absently against his thigh, the motion slow, rhythmic, taunting.

and then, in a voice just above a whisper, meant only for you, he mutters, “that’s my good girl.”

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ okay if you read my last one, act like it never existed, this is a lot better and i’m actually happy with how it turned out :))

Ya she won that 😘

thinking about how bakugou is 100% the type of guy to say “that’s my girl” in response to you doing anything ever

you’re at a bar hanging out with him and his friends, his arm draped over the back of your chair when you spot a claw machine in the far corner.

“kats!” you whisper excitedly, pointing to the machine. he gives you a crooked smile, removing his arm and following you as you scoot your chair out, nearly tripping over your own feet to make your way over to the machine.

like a little kid, you press your fingertips onto the glass, smooshing your face up against it to peer inside at the various plushies. you feel a warm presence behind you, and bakugou sidles up to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“you wanna try?” his deep voice asks, no trace of judgement in his voice.

“mhm!” you hum, bouncing.

he moves back, and you turn to face him, a grin on your face as he slips some money into your hand. as you move to familiarize yourself with the controls, he leans his hip on the side of the machine to watch, crimson eyes shining.

scanning the sea of plushies, you immediately spot a familiar one, giggling to yourself as you feed the money into the slot.

the machine whirs to life and you move the claw, biting your lip as you push the button. you watch, heart pitter-pattering as the claw lowers, getting closer and closer to scooping up the plushie you have your eye on. it grips the arm of the toy, but before it can pull it up, the claw swings to the side and the toy falls back into place.

“damn.” he says from the side, your eyes flitting to his face, surprised to see a frown and a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

you grunt in response, yet you feed another dollar in. this time, you angle it perfectly, holding your breath as the claw grabs the body of the plushie, pulling it up and dropping it down the chute.

“yes!” you cheer, jumping up a down a few times before looking towards katsuki, who lets out a chuckle before he opens his arms. you jump into them, hooking your hands behind his neck, and he swings you around a few times before putting your feet back down on the ground.

“that’s my girl.” he says lowly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline. “what did you get?”

you giggle, stepping away from him to kneel on the ground, pushing the door to the chute open and gently tugging the toy out. you turn and look up at him, a mischievous smile on your face before presenting it to him.

he rolls his eyes (fondly), and huffs.

“it’s you!” you exclaim, holding the dynamight plushie out for him to see. it’s surprisingly detailed, including all of the bits and bobs of his hero costume, and it even has the scar that rests under his eye.

he sighs, carding a hand through his hair, and you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell you that you can’t keep it. instead, he hikes up his eyebrows, before saying, “that cannot go in our bed, got it? i don’t wanna roll over and see that thing—me? whatever, staring with its beady eyes.”

“Aye aye captain.” You say, before he snorts, then hauls you up and places a hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you to walk back to the table where his friends are, the mini katsuki bakugou still cradled in your arms.

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.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

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trailing off bc you think no one is listening to you only for the quiet one of the group to nudge your foot w theirs ): so you continue talking — quieter this time — and they’re not looking at you but you see a lil quirk of their lips and the occasional head nods when you pause ):

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