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Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 1

It wasn’t uncommon for you to not pay attention to your surroundings, especially when it came to crowed surroundings. You often got lost in the vibrations the rippled across the floor and climbed up to your ankles as what ever song boomed from the stage that you purposely stayed far away from. Crowds weren’t your thing, but they were certainly called to your friend who always seemed to rope you into coming to things like this. If Mina knew a lot of people would be some where, best believe she planned to be there first.

Your phone is set to silent and slid into your back pocket just as your finger pressed send on your last message to the ass hole you’d just met this morning. If his sheer disinterest and lack of human decency wasn’t enough to scrunch your nose in disgust, his teasing messages about paying attention to ‘the set’ surely were able to send a crippling anxiety up your spine. You knew from the moment you met him you didn’t like him one bit- and judging by the cocky glint in his eyes that were set on you as you look up to the stage, you knew you never would.

“I’m going to get some air.” You call to Mina, who was swaying to the music that had yet to start playing. “It’s getting stuffy in here.”

“What!? Jiros about to start playing.” You recognized the high pitched whine in her voice and recoiled as her hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you planted as you desperately wished to run. “They’re only playing 3 songs, we’ll head out after! She said she’d meet us in the side alley anyway! You’ll get your air later.”

You knew that even if you wanted to (which you did) Mina wouldn’t let you miss your friend’s debut as the new lead guitarist. You just couldn’t shake the burning feeling of disbelief and anger as your eyes scan the stage, locking Eyes briefly the the drummer. You felt guilty for wanting to ditch Jiros performance but after the very short interaction and the texts from the man still watching you- you wished you could.

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Thirty minutes pass painfully slow, every song was followed with a talking segment that lasted far too long and every song seemed to play in for hours opposed to the few short minutes they actually echoed around you. On top of your clear distaste for one of the members onstage- the crowed had begun to go wild with every passing second. You’d been bumped, elbowed and stepped on more times than you could count before Mina excitedly pulled you away from the crowed and into the ally to meet Jiro.

“Babe what gives!?” She all but shrieks as the cold wind brushes over your warm skin. “She was killin it up there and you didn’t even bib your head!”

“Sorry Mina, I just-.” You pause, unsure of what exactly you should tell her. It wasn’t fair to Jiro that a man you met a single time could ruin your night and take away any effort you had to support her. “The drummer is a dick and I didn’t know he’d be here. It just put me in a sour mood to see him up there with our girl.”

“You know Bakugou?” She asks in bewilderment, her eyes glued to the door that opens beside where the two of you stood. “Well come back to this- Jiro!! You rocked!”

Jiro was the first of four people to join you in the ally, her smile the brightest you’ve ever seen, making your guilt grow further. You really should have ignored your personal feelings and supported her the way she deserved. She was glowing, and pulling Mina into and offering you a happy wave.

“Not a fan of our music?” The gravely voice you’d heard speak a single sentence laughs from beside you. With Mina gushing to the only other person you knew here, you had no choice but to turn to face him. “I thought we did pretty good up there, so why were you scowling?”

Your breath hitches as your head turns, he was far too close for comfort and it offered you the perfect view of his very sweaty tshirt that held his crossed arms. You can’t help but take a step back, moving your eyes from his chest to meet his eyes quickly. Just like before, he seemed absolutely uninterested in your presence dispute is attempt at getting a rise out of you.

“Because your presence makes me sick.” The shaky undertone of your voice was evident, and it made his smirk grow even further. “You’re an ass, and frankly if I knew you’d be here I’d have stayed home.”

“A nameless face in the crowd wouldn’t be missed anyway, extra.” His voice was wrapped dangerously with arrogance driven venom, and it made your neck burn to hold eye contact. “The nerd sent me the money you owed me.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Finally, you find the courage to cross your own arms and glare at him. “You didn’t deserve a single penny.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for replacing the shit your dumb ass damaged?” The wind blows around you, picking up scattered pieces of trash as he waits for an answer he knew he wasn’t getting. “Curious why he paid your debt though, the guy can’t pull so I know you aren’t dating the guy.”

“For your information jackass, he has a girlfriend and has for a while.” If there’s one thing you’d put your sudden nerves away for, it would be to defend someone as kind and sweet as your neighbor. “He paid for it so I wouldn’t tell my dad what you do for a living. Again- you’re welcome.”

The others have begun to make their way toward the two of you, happy smiles and upbeat conversation traveling between them as your hate filled conversation with their friend remains obvious to them. You weren’t sure if he’d told any of his band mates how he knew you or why you’d been staring holes into his head during the performance, but you were sure none of them were aware of your fathers career or how easily you could ruin the cocky blondes beside you.

“The hell would I care what your dad thinks?” It’s sad to admit but you enjoy the fact that he’s unaware of how easily you could get him in legal trouble. You have half a mind to tell him, but he opens his mouth before you can. “You aren’t the only person who knows a police officer.”

“How-?” Your friends look between you, worried and confused glances shared between you and Bakugou as your mouth hangs open. Did Izuku tell him? “Did-?”

“Don’t think that you could ever put me in a position to ask you for a favor, including keeping your mouth shut.”

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This Katsuki AU

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rin but he has a total obsession for the reader's boobs

.ᐟOBSESSED

.ᐟcw: explicit content mdni

"𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒?" - 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑦

･･ꕀ𖧷

Imagine bf!rin itoshi who’s obsessed with his girlfriend’s boobs. He loves them so much, he can’t bring himself to stay away from you. 

After a match or a long day? He’s climbing onto the bed and lying face down on your chest as your run your fingers through his silky hair. 

His face is murderous when you wear a low-cut top and he catches others staring at you. He’ll do anything to make them look away and that ends up being leaving hickies on every inch of your exposed skin

He has a favorite side. Loves laying with his cheek on your chest, fingers lazily playing with your other nipple. 

If you’re wearing a tight top? He's staring. Jaw clenched, trying not to get hard in public. Doesn’t even realize he’s zoning out on your chest until someone calls his name twice. There's a lot of instincts where he’s just zoned out on your body, not a care in the world. Sometimes you even distract him from his very precious football recaps. 

He’ll get mean if you tease him—push his head away when he’s latched on? He’ll grab your wrists and growl, “Don’t fucking move again.”. 

Since he’s always touching you one way or another, some parts of your body have become highly reactive and sensitive. One of those parts being your boobs. He loves how you try to stifle moans when his tongue circles your nipple. “So sensitive, baby, you’re body’s needy” 

He refuses to sleep unless he’s lying between them, cupping one, cheek smushed against the other one. 

He ends up saying the filthiest things when he’s in bed with you or buried between your boobs. “So soft—fuck, I could drown in you.” or “You should be walking around shirtless. For me only, though.”

Half of the time, it’s not even sexual. He just likes how soft they are. If he’s watching a game. He’ll call you over to sit on his lap while he plays with your tits and his eyes are attached to the screen, watching a rematch of the same game for the 5th time today. 

You’ll be trying to have a normal conversation and he’ll slowly slip his hand under your shirt, face buried between your boobs. “Keep talking,” he mumbles, “just need this for a sec.”

Uses your boobs as his personal pillow. You’re watching a show? Boom—head in your chest. Napping? Face down in your cleavage. Bad day? Silently lifts your shirt, lies down, and holds on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

He uses both hands to grab and squeeze, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re puffy and aching—then he bites. Hard enough to leave marks. Tongue swirling after to soothe while he smirks.

Loves loves loves tit fucking. He’ll ask you to press them together as he slides his aching cock in between. slow, deep strokes while watching his cock glide between them. “So Warm. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you?”

As of right now, you’re on his lap, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie right now. 

“Rinnie, this isn’t watching a movie” you whine as rin’s thumb grazes your nipple, sliding along to brush against the curve on their underside. 

“‘M tired of the movie..” he lazily mumbles, eyes locked onto them. “This is better”

He leans in, takes one into his mouth like he’s starving. Slow, deep sucks that send heat pooling between your legs. He groans, tongue flicking your nipple as he grinds his hips up under you.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he breathes between kisses. “You feel how hard I am just from this?”

You nod, breath hitching when he bites lightly and then soothes it with a kiss.

“Told you,” he mutters, pulling you closer. “I could spend hours right here. You were made for me.”

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A/n: i think i got another pretty similar req. so rather than writing both, i just wrote one for two

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y’all i’m so sorry i feel like i’m lacking fr, i haven’t updated l.o.v.e since march 29th

which granted is only a few days ago but i mean i was pumping out chapter after chapter and now i’m js in a funk

blue lock has a chokehold on me currently

my chronic illness (migraines) has been acting up too though so unfortunately i can’t look at a screen for longer than thirty minutes without wanting to kms i’m so sorry

i’ll try to get something out today, maybe like a checkpoint or some tweets but i fear this fuck ass migraine ain’t cutting it

the box is heavier than you remember. or maybe it’s just you. maybe it’s the weight of the years, of everything you lost, of everything you never got to say.

you don’t even know why you’re doing this. you should’ve just left it buried in the back of your closet, let it collect dust, let the past stay where it belonged.

but you didn’t.

and now here you are, sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, sifting through pieces of a life that slipped through your fingers.

old movie tickets, a tiny stuffed keychain he won for you at a festival, a wrinkled napkin with katsuki’s handwriting telling you to stop being an idiot and eat something.

you laugh, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

your fingers tremble when they brush against the stack of photos at the bottom. a part of you wants to put them away, to close the box and shove it back where you found it. but your hands move before you can stop them, flipping through moments frozen in time.

and then you see it.

the one picture that guts you.

it’s nothing special. not posed, not planned. just a random snapshot of you and katsuki, sitting side by side. you’re talking, mid-sentence, probably rambling about something, and he—

he’s looking at you.

not annoyed, not exasperated, not even pretending not to care.

he’s looking at you like you were everything. like you hung the damn stars. like he could sit there forever, just listening to you, just being with you.

your hands shake as you run a thumb over the faded edges, the ache in your chest growing unbearable.

because you don’t have this anymore.

you don’t have him anymore.

and maybe, in another life, in another timeline where things played out differently, where you fought harder, where he stayed—maybe you’d still have the chance to see him look at you like that.

but in this life, all you have is a picture and the ghost of what could have been.