A/n. It's Been A Hot Minute, Y'all. This Is Inspired By A Reel I Saw On Instagram (@dagirlythang), Although

CUPID’S CORNER : UMEMIYA HAJIME

[☆] you’re a pampered girl from a wealthy background, with everything handed to you on a silver platter—private school, designer clothes, the latest gadgets, and more. meanwhile, umemiya hajime is an ordinary boy raised in an orphanage, leading a life completely different from yours. here’s a glimpse into what it’s like being his girlfriend.

BEWARE: this content might contain [n]sfw, mention of blood, injuries, public place sex, cunnilingus, fluff, light/heavy angst, nineteen! umemiya hajime, fighting, fingering, unprotected/raw sex, suggestive conversation, gangsters, spoiled! fem-reader, etc. . ..

p.s template and diveder credit to the owner.

SPOILED SO ROTTEN

you hate— no, you fucking love it— how umemiya hajime always gives you attention, especially when he gives you that bento lunch box you love so much that you have to throw it at him, so in return for you to ruined his plant, he has to fuck you in furin rooftop.

OH, SADLY?

your boyfriend ignoring you for a whole day only for you to find out that he's fighting against choji from shishitoren and come to your room all beaten up— not really.

MY CUTE LITTLE FAIRY GARDENER

you’ve been nothing but a princess in your entire life, never doing anything for yourself, always having anyone to do things for you. with that information your boyfriend, umemiya asks you— forces you more likely— to garden with him.

NASTY FEVER

you’ve been mia since yesterday, making your boyfriend worried. when umemiya comes to your bedroom, he finds you unable to move from your nasty fever.

SOON !!!

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satoru can't sleep without having his hands on you. he needs to be touching you in some way, he needs to. one of his favourite things to do is to just slip his hands under your shirt as he's snuggled up against your back, and to pull you flush to his chest so there isn't a single inch between you.

he buries his face in the crook of your neck, your hair, and breathes you in as he melts into you, the exhaustion finally taking over. his eyes grow heavy at the feel of your steady heartbeat, your own breathing, and he realizes that nothing has ever felt more right.

his thighs press against yours as he curls himself around you, a small, happy smile playing on his lips when in your slumber, you try to wiggle yourself deeper into him in return. he can imagine the little pout on your face, your scrunched brows – his baby.

his big arms tighten around your middle and he gives you a squeeze, his silent way of telling you that he's there and that he'll never leave.

warmth spreads all over his body when your hands find his under your shirt and you give him a little squeeze back. he knows you're alseep. but you're still looking for him, still searching for him in the darkness. still holding him.

still loving him, even when you're out like a light.

he sows his devotion into your skin with the lightest kiss right below your ear before letting his eyes fall shut. you're safe and sound, loved and cherished – and that's all he needs to know. so, he welcomes sleep with a tired smile, his hand in yours as you protect him from the dreams that desire to torment him. he, too, is safe and sound, loved and cherished – in the arms of his one and only. his everything.

the day satoru gojo finds out that megumi, his sweet little megumi, is dating you, he goes down on his knees and starts crying, head in hands with his blindfold thrown to the side. he has this whole fit that only further embarrasses fushiguro to the point where he kinda regrets introducing you to the sorcerer. megumis right eye twitches as gojo grabs him by his shoulders and shakes him back and forth with tears shining in his eyes, pinching his cheeks as he babbles words neither of you can understand, acting like a desperate parent who is just over the moon for his son to finally be dating someone. “thank you for choosing megumi !” he sobs out to you, poking his head out to the side from your boyfriends shoulder to show his red, puffy eyes before snapping his head back to face megs, staring him down to the bone with an attempt of making a serious face. “if you guys break up i might lose my fucking shit.”

You accidentally had sex with Bakugou.

You two had fallen asleep in his room after a hang out. You were bestfriends but you had some underlining feelings for him. So when you woke up in the middle of the night to him cuddling you, you almost choked.

You needed to pee really bad so sadly you had to pry yourself out of his arms. When you came back his eyes were cracked open just barely. He mumbled something before opening his arms for you to join him again.

It was out of character, maybe tired Bakugou was just a touchy guy. It couldn’t be more than that.

So you joined him on the bed. You buried your face into his neck. You had to savor this cause most likely this’ll be the last time this happens. Also, you were too tired to freak out. You just wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

You can barely explain what happened after that. He hiked your leg onto him, still with his half open eyes, and thrusted right against your clothed pussy.

The next thing you know, he’s dry humping you. And then he’s fingering you. And finally he’s fucking you.

It felt good, too good.

But the morning after? You felt embarrassed. No way you just fucked him without even a first date. He’s gonna think you’re easy. He might even tell everyone that you are.

Of course, that would never happen but you were panicked. You couldn’t possibly comprehend that the great Dynamight chose you. You weren’t famous. Not a vogue model, a hero, or even wealthy. You had nothing to give him.

He had to be messing with you.

So you slipped out of his hold at 5am sharp and went home.

You fell back to sleep in tears and woke up to several texts and calls. Good thing you had your ringer off.

Bakugou - 6:34am

Where’d you go?

I was gonna make you breakfast dumbass

Bakugou - 6:52

Y/n?

Missed call - 7:00am

Bakugou - 7:30

Is this about last night?

I’ll wait for that call back so we can talk about it.

Missed call - 10:03am

Bakugou - 10:05

Call me and we can talk about it. This ignoring me isn’t gonna make it go away.

Missed call - 11:12

Missed call - 11:26

Missed call - 11-31

Bakugou - 11:40

Fucking call me back, this shit isn’t funny.

You’re so lucky I don’t know where you live yet. I’d be there in 15 minutes if I knew.

You debated calling him back. But your embarrassment and anger stopped you from letting him explain himself. How could he use your feelings against you like that! He probably knew that you liked him and wanted a quick fuck.

You started to cry all over again.

A week passed by with no contact. He sent you the occasional text telling you to talk to him but after the 6th day he seemed to give up. At least you thought that until he showed up at your door.

You opened the door wide without checking who it was since you were expecting a package. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blonde leaning against the doorframe, still in his hero costume. He must’ve just gotten off work, saving civilians and climbing the charts. It was another reminder of how he could never want you.

“You gonna let me in or am I-“

You tried to slam the door in his face but he shoved it back open easily. He let himself in, scanning the place.

“Nice place, ‘don’t see why you hadn’t invited me over.”

Maybe it’s because your small, cosy apartment didn’t compare to his high rise penthouse at the top floor.

You grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out. But he wasn’t having it and didn’t let you move him an inch.

“You need to leave, Bakugou.”

“Wow. Last name basis and I was inside you a week ago.”

“Yeah well that shouldn’t have happened.”

“Okay but it did so let’s fuckin’ talk about it.”

You just wanted him to leave before you bursted out in tears. You shook your head, trying to pull him harder but to no avail. Your lip quivered in frustration as tears welled up in your eyes.

Suddenly, he threw you over his shoulder and set you on the couch.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You broke down in tears.

You told him everything, every assumption you made and every insecurity. You told him how you liked him but you knew he didn’t like you back. He sat there patiently, not speaking a word until you were done.

He got up with a blank face. You thought he was gonna leave at first but he kneeled down to be eye to eye with you.

“Wanna go on a date?”

It surprised you. It was the last thing he expected you to say.

“I’ll take you on a date and prove to you how much I want you. And for the record, I’ve probably liked you longer than you have me. When we met in that coffee shop I immediately knew you were the one I wanted. ‘S rude of you of you to make assumptions but I’ll let it pass if you go on a date with me.”

You agreed as he wiped off your tears. Who were you to say no?

Bakugou Katsuki feels love with his eyes. 

It’s no longer summer, this much is obvious. The whole world gets dark around 7 now, and the trees are that shade of yellow that don’t look quite right. It’s colder than it is hot. The world is going to sleep, that tired feeling soaking into everyones bones. It’s coming to a soft close. 

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s gotten time alone with you, but you caught him just after his shift. He’s still in his costume, minus his gauntlets. His mask is pulled back over his forehead and his makeup is smudged around the corners and you’re wearing a jacket two sizes too big. It swallows you, and your hands are in your pockets. You haven’t really said a word to each other. 

“I missed you,” you tell him, quiet. A gust of wind passes as if to carry your words a little farther than you intend. His eyes go wide and he’s unsure of what to say or do. He stops a little, then walks again. His eyes go soft. A carmine glow that gets lost when he blinks. You think he looks lonely when he blinks. 

“..Missed you too, dipshit,” 

You laugh, but it comes out like a snort. The sound makes his chest ache, just a little. In the same way that autumn does. 

“Wow.. how romantic,” 

He blushes a little, and there’s a smile again. It’s uncontrollable, makes the muscles in his face stiff when he tries to suppress. He’s afraid of what’ll happen when you see how happy you always make him, so he turns away. 

“Shut up,” 

You reach for his hand, and he takes it - his fingers thread with yours and blushes even more red. The sky goes golden and it lands on him. He’s all warm. All October colors and hometown memories and heroism, your hero. He grabs your hand and tugs you a little closer but can’t meet your eyes. You wonder why he won’t look at you for a moment but get caught up in the way his thumb draws circles in the back of your palms. 

The air between the two of you gets caught in this sticky web and you can hear him clear his throat. It’s quiet for a moment too long, and you think he’s gonna say something. You really don’t know what. 

“…..I was hoping..you’d see me again.. or whatever,” he coughs a little afterwards and you pause. He turns to you, unsure and you see it when you see his face. That little look in his eyes. All pointy edges and sharp gazes gone sugar sweet. All soft blinks. All the love he feels for you, he must keep in his eyes. Everytime he blinks you can feel it as clear as the wind on your skin. How many time can he say i love you just by looking. 

You lean forward, wrapping your hand around his neck, and dragging him to you. You kiss him slow and he tastes like a work-day, like exhaustion. He tastes like home and he’s stiff at first but not for long. Not long until gloved hands wrap around your waist and drag you to him. 

“I was hoping to see you again, too,” 

katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.

My cutie pie

no thoughts only omurice

nsfw katsuki x reader but the reader is quiet (like only deep breaths n pants) How would katsuki react if the suddenly moan?

Been thinking abt this omfg

the first time you let bf! katsuki eat your pussy, he swore he got drunk off the taste of you.

sweet, warm, and intoxicating— you were everything he never knew he was craving. and the way you melted into his arms, only fueled his hunger.

"you taste so fuckin’ good,” katsuki muttered between slurps, diving his lips back into your needy little cunny. "holy shit... i don't wanna stop."

your boyfriend is a nasty fucking pussy eater, that much is obvious. eating you out with all the fire he had, hands gripping your thighs wide, tugging his teeth to suck on your clit, lips never feeling the place he calls heaven.

katsuki was already addicted to the little sounds you made. its painful how hard he gets, his dick twitching in his pants when your breath hitched as his lips met your folds, the soft pants you let out when he darts his tongue out to lick your clit. but still, just deep breaths. just gasps.

it drove him crazy.

he wanted more. needed more.

the second time, it was the same. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it. god, you did— but something about holding back made it all the more intense.

your fingers trembled in his hair, tugging slightly. but still, you stayed mostly silent. just breathing, panting. maybe you were nervous. but no matter how much katsuki worked you up, no matter how much his mouth explored your insides, you never gave him more than quiet, shaky breaths.

until now.

the third time, oh, the third time's a fucking charm.

when katsuki's lips dragged down your clit, tongue pressing against the sensitive skin of your folds, you moaned— an actual moan, breathy and desperate, like you couldn’t help yourself. a sound that was so purely you, so completely unrestrained, that it sent fire straight through his veins.

katsuki froze. then, he just snapped.

“that’s it,” he growled, pressing his lips to your pussy again, more insistent, more desperate. his tongue traced over the same spot, his breath hot against your wet cunny as he devoured the sound of you. “fuckin’ finally.”

you barely had a second to process what just happened before his lips were back on your cunny, more eager, more demanding, as if he was chasing that sound like his life depended on it as you moaned his name. “k-katsuki-”

“fuck— do that again,” he rasped, shoving your legs wider to hold you in place, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your pussy again, his mouth making lewd, squelching sounds out of devouring your slick. "can't believe you've been holdin' out on me..."

you squirmed beneath him, hands flying to his hair, tugging lightly. “katsuki— wait, take it easy—”

but katsuki wasn’t listening. he was too caught up, too focused, too obsessed with hearing you again. his grip tightened, his mouth treating you rougher, more demanding.

he was fucking relentless, completely focused on getting another moan out of you. every little gasp, every shaky breath in between just spurred him on more.

you felt like you were burning under his touch, and he? he was thriving in it, lips dragging over every inch of your pussy, searching for every sound you could give him.

“not a fuckin’ chance. not when you sound like that. lemme hear you, baby.”

and when you moaned again, louder, more desperate— he groaned against your senstive skin, his body shuddering with pure satisfaction.

you weren’t holding back anymore. and now that he had a taste of your moans? there was no way in hell he was stopping now.

because no matter how much you tried to keep quiet, katsuki, your boyfriend always got what he wanted.

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

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ lmao i have an exam in 30 mins, hope y'all enjoyed this💜

gentle reassurances — k. bakugou

a/n: katsuki can stay mad at a lot of people for a long time. you are most certainly not one of them.

“come here.”

there was no frustration or annoyance in his voice, breaking the tense silence between the two of you as you stood on opposite sides of the kitchen. the words he spoke were soft and calmer than they were just moments ago, and you knew he was putting in careful effort to keep it that way.

you stood there watching him for a few seconds, quiet. he couldn't read the warring emotions on your face as the two of you held eye contact, and for a moment, katsuki was so afraid that you weren't going to come to him—that you were going to turn around and leave him standing there alone with his arms open. that you would leave the argument unfinished, unresolved.

his worries disappeared, however, when you crossed the gap and stepped into his waiting arms. you breathed in his familiar scent as you wrapped your arms around him. he did the same as he buried his face in your hair and closed his eyes. he took a long, deep breath.

you were the first to speak. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have yelled at you."

your voice was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but his heart gave a squeeze nonetheless. you could feel his head shake against yours, one of his hands moving up and down your back.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, his voice equally as hushed. "i'm the one who came in annoyed. you did nothing wrong. it's just—" he took another deep, steadying breath. "it's been a long day. for both of us."

you hummed against him, not moving from your spot in his chest. "still, it wasn't right for me to yell back at you. i should've given you space when you came in."

katsuki frowned at that, pulling back just enough to look at you as his hands slid down to your waist. "space? why the hell do you think i'd need space from you?" he asked, brows furrowed.

you avoided eye contact, choosing instead to focus on a loose string from the hem of his shirt. katsuki stared at you for a moment before taking your hands in his.

"hey, look at me," he said. again, his voice carried no hint of anger or annoyance at your actions, just gentle reassurance. "you are the one person i will never—ever—need space from, you hear me?"

you knew this tone of voice. it was one he only ever used for you. katsuki wasn't a liar, you knew that—especially not when speaking like this.

he waited silently, watching you nod your head. he pulled you close again, kissing the top of your head.

"i love you, okay? today was long, and...and i shouldn't have yelled, but i never need space from you, alright?" he kissed your head again. "so don't think like that."

you closed your eyes, feeling his chest rumble as he spoke.

"i love you, too, kats." you leaned your head up. "can we go to bed now?"

you smiled at the chuckle he let out, feeling his body reverberate again. he gave you a squeeze, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"for fucks sake, yes please. i'm exhausted." he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then smiled at you.

"no more arguing, okay? not worth arguing over stupid shit like this, anyway. not with you."

"oh, so you'd argue with someone else over stupid shit?" you teased.

he bit back a smile. "shut up. you know what i mean. no more fighting."

you smiled, kissing him. when you pulled back, he swore he could see the stars.

"no more fighting," you concluded, feeling contentment wash over the both of you.

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Katsuki doesn’t knock. He barges in.

It’s something you really don’t mind, though it’s also something that drives you up the wall because who knows what you could be doing on the other side of the wall, huh?

To which he rolls his eyes and grumbles out “I trust you enough to yell at me if you’re naked or hanging out with someone.”

Anyways.

Truly, you usually don’t mind when he barges in, but today, you’re fed up, you’re drained, you’re mad at the world and you’ve been locked alone for the past few hours, and the minute the door to your apartment swings open, you let out a snarl and glare at him from your sprawled position on the couch, the unwanted company walking himself in your home like he owns the place.

“Honey, I’m home,” he teases, kicking the door shut.

“Should’ve burned the building to the ground,” you growl, pulling the blankets higher on your shoulders. “You could’ve skipped a day to be the bane of my existence, you know.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ okay,” he chuckles. “I’ll skip a day when you do, babe.” He makes his way to the couch with a greasy bag in his hand, planting a soft kiss to your cheek and lifting your legs for him to scoot under.

“No offense,” you croak, not turning to look at him, “but why are you here?”

“You didn’t eat today,” he answers simply. “Didn’t like that, so I brought you food. What’re we watching?”

Your heart does pick up at the knowledge that he noticed (honestly, you even didn’t notice, you just thought you had a stomachache) but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. “There is no we, right now, Bakugou. I want to be alone.”

“‘Bakugou?’” He snickers, reaching into the bag, “oh. you’re sooo hangry. C’mere. Got your favorites.”

He reaches over to pull you up and next to him, and all you do is snap a quick “don’t touch me. And how did you know I didn’t eat today?” You don’t make any moves to actually stop him from pulling you up, and he takes it as a sign to keep going. He swings your legs over his lap, and you flash him a look that would kill him if they could.

“We spend every other fuckin’ waking minute together and you barely remember to eat, today you isolated yourself from the world and expect me to not know you didn’t? This ain’t my first day, dumbass.”

“Be your last if you don’t cut the shit.”

“Uh-huh,” he ignores, bringing a nugget to your lips. “Open.”

You blink lazily at him. He waits patiently.

“I don’t want a nugget.”

“I bought you a cheeseburger as well.”

“And you started with a nugget? The fuck you think this is?”

He laughs and drops the chicken in the bag, replacing it with a now unwrapped cheeseburger, small and processed looking, but the all too familiar smell makes your mouth water and your stomach growl. He brings it to your mouth again, but this time, you take a bite, forcing back the mewl of enjoyment that wants to slip past your lips.

“There’s my brat,” he says softly, resting his nose against your temple. “Fuckin’ hate when you pull shit like this, locking yourself away. Let me take care of your stupid ass.”

“I’m a grown ass adult,” you scold, muffled around the fast-food. “Can take care of myself.”

“But you don’t have to,” he says. “And you clearly were in a fucking mood today, and didn’t. So cut the shit and let me be there with you, idiot.”

His words, though firm, make your eyes water slightly, and you rest your head around his as you let him feed you the burger, your own hand pawing for fries every once in a while.

“You’re so whipped for me,” you say, breaking the silence.

“Watch your mouth,” he snaps. Then, he noses at your temple and soothes it with a kiss, “and I know you’d do the same for me… so… I got your back, babe.”

“Thank you, Katsuki,” you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder as he starts to bring the nuggets to your mouth.

“It’s fine,” he assures. Then, you hear his voice drop, “you ever call me Bakugou in anger again, I’ll shit on your bed.”

This, finally, makes you cackle aloud, mouth full of food and head tossing back against the couch. Even if you can’t see it, you know his own mouth is stretched in a smirk, the dynamics of your relationship finally starting to fall back into place.

inspired by this past-fandom post here 🧡