My Hero Academia // Book of One-Shots

Thank God It's Friday ~ Katsuki Bakugou

10.5k words of pure smut with a little bit of plot here and there. 

In which Katsuki and reader exchange a few teasing notes before reader asks him to smash.  Includes: First-time sex, fingering, masturbation, slow burn (kind of?)

Directly inspired by J.Cole's "Wet Dreamz". 

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She is a radiant beauty like no other,

His eyes are wild, hungry and filled with an unquenchable lust.

But as his hands roam her naked figure, caressing and consuming every bit of her incredibly soft skin,

He silently prays she doesn't feel the rapid tremor of his heartbeat pounding beneath his skin;

To feel just how nervous he truly is.

~*~

Monday

It was during one of Cementoss' many lectures on the History of Heroism when Bakugou Katsuki found himself resting a warm cheek against the cool surface of his desk. Ruby-toned eyes glared to the window beside him as he fought the overbearing urge to ease his mind for a few minutes. He hadn't been getting very much sleep lately and for this, he blamed one and one person only:

(Y/N) (L/N).

Bakugou slumped back into his seat with both arms folded loosely over his stomach. His eyes wandered to the corner of his vision, a hard glare etched permanently over rugged features. The little blood left in Katsuki's tired mind disappeared within seconds. Instead, rushing down to the spot between his legs the moment he caught sight of her unbeknownst seduction.

It was a particularly hot day for the city of Musutafu, and (Y/N) (L/N) had decided to combat this heat by undoing the first few buttons of her white blouse. The red necktie no longer remained apart of her uniform, discarded to a place that Bakugou really couldn't give a shit about.

His eyes wandered between the small parting of her shirt. With only two buttons undone, Bakugou couldn't see much. But the sight of her smooth skin glistening under fluorescent lighting was enough to make his throat go dry.

Scarlet-colored irises trailed back up her frame, tracing the outline of her sharp jaw before drinking in the shape of her full lips. His mind wandered to a million different possibilities of what those incredible lips were capable of.

Katsuki imagined having those very lips wrapped around his cock, taking in his length and savoring his flavor until he spent within the warm walls of her mouth. He imagined having his fingers wrapped around her thick hair, tangling and pulling the silk-like strands only to be rewarded with her small moans of mixed pain and pleasure.

Initially, these were the only kinds of thoughts that crossed his mind. But lately, as he spent more and more time passing idle notes with (Y/N), Katsuki couldn't help but wonder what her lips would feel like molded against his own. Would she favor a slow, sensual kiss? Or would she allow Katsuki to roam her mouth with his tongue while leaving behind a slick trail of his own saliva? Would her hands go to his hair, softly pulling the blonde locks while he swallowed her quiet moans? Or would she dare herself to dip below the waistband of his boxers, roaming and caressing his skin—bringing him to his own sense of euphoric pleasure?

Just as his imagination began to carry itself away, Katsuki was swiftly pulled out of his enticing thoughts when the sharp edge of a small note jabbed his cheek. A small frown quickly crossed his brows. As he looked down to the folded paper lying over his desk, he felt a sudden spark of something unfamiliar.