#bkdk nsfw socmed au where izuku is appointed as katsuki’s new TA but they’re actually more than that to each other… they just don’t know it yet. 🔞
notes
— this au is NSFW as stated above, i wont tolerate any minor/anti in this thread
— cw for age gap (bkg is 30 and deku is 21)
— there WILL be nsfw photos (and videos? maybe?) in this thread but i will put a 🚫 emoji everytime so u will know
— timestamps are irrelevant
— also might be very short because i dont really have a definite plot for this lawl
— weeb this is for u ❤️
1. prologue
2. bakugou katsuki
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4. welcome to bunnyz
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6. ~(˘▾˘~)
7. good morning
8. 🚫
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10. izuku is green and katsuki is orange
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12. 🚫
13. lol
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17. after class
18. 🚫 good boy
(it was supposed to be a video but i chickened out lol sorry weeb….. next time i promise)
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20. 🚫
21. a week with professor bakugou pt. 1
22. a week with professor bakugou pt. 2
23. a week with professor bakugou pt. 3
(FFFFFFF im rly sleepy to the point that my ideas are turning into mush so ill continue in the morning i promise 👩❤️💋👩)
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25. 🚫
26. chuckles
27. ???
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32. help
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36. make up
37. kacchan
38. 🚫 who would’ve thought
— end
um. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT im sorry if the ending was a bit rushed i was having trouble wrapping things up BUT i hope u guys still liked how it turned out 🥹 its my first nsfw au in this fandom so im still feeling my way around lololol 🫶🏽
my cc is linked below if u guys want to leave a message! (and u didnt hear this from me but maybe ill add some if i feel like it but no promises since i said that abt my prev au too LOL)
a siren calls, voice soft and inviting that katsuki can't help but give in. his feet are moving even before his mind could make the decision.
but then his eyes land on the bed, and it's /soft/.
soft thighs. soft chest—nipples swollen and blushing and katsuki almost pities him for the discomfort they're causing, knowing that he's going to ease them with his mouth later. soft stomach already showing.
and—soft whimpers accompanied by a rhythm of slick noises, +
where chubby fingers are stretching a pink hole open.
oh, how katsuki /yearns/.
it doesn't bother him one bit that the siren has him wrapped around his finger. katsuki climbs into the bed already undressed, and hovers over the siren he calls his mate.
(this is a continuation of the quoted post above, so please read that thread first for context! ❤️)
slowing his fingers into an agonizing pace. izuku wiggles impatiently below him. "you know i have an early patrol later, /and/ you have your classes as well, yet that didn't stop you from fucking yourself stupid and—clearly it's not enough—calling me in tears +
it was two in the morning when katsuki got the call.
"kacchan..." the voice at the end of the line says, sniffling lightly. "help me, please."
immediately on alert, katsuki rises from the warm confines of his bed, already putting on a shirt +
before hearing what izuku's problem really is—or at the very least where he's at in the moment.
"fucking shit." he curses when his keys slip from his grasp, having decided to forgo putting on a coat lest he wants to waste any more second. "are you at your place? +
i'll be there in fifteen."
"/please/."
"i'll be there in five." katsuki says before hanging up. and that was that.
screw the fucking car. katsuki steps out the front door and blasts himself into the sky.
the torrential downpour of snow mirrors that of katsuki's thoughts—poignant and uncertain, brutal in nature as they beat around his skull. they congregate into a mass of splitting headache that katsuki wishes could get numb from the biting cold.
he's not... needlessly angry. not anymore. time and patience have eroded the sharp edges of his youthful rage, now replaced by doubt and regret that sit heavily in his stomach like lead instead of the all-consuming fire born from immaturity.
and honestly, he doesn't know which one is better.
to him, anger was a constant. a familiar friend. katsuki grew up knowing how to handle things with only the fire made by his own hands, and it had worked, until it didn't.
the rough surface of katsuki's palms leave goosebumps in their wake. they wander aimlessly along the hills of izuku's freckled thighs, parting them slowly so he can see the mess he made on his tight briefs.
"you're leaking so much, deku. like a /girl/."
the tip of izuku's cock is a tantalizing red, jutting out from the waistband of his underwear and leaking copious amounts of precum it's almost pitiful. katsuki pokes it with his forefinger and relishes at the choked-out cry it pulls out from izuku.
"how are you this wet already? we just started." to prove his point, katsuki tugs the waistband of izuku's briefs a few inches away from his skin, smirking at the thick line of slick that stubbornly connects the damp cloth to izuku's pelvis.
"somebody decided to swing by our class today, everyone."
a chorus of gasps and eager questions quickly fill the classroom, excitement palpable in the air. it wasn't until the distinct sounds of heavy boots hitting the tiled floor did all the chatter stop.
"yo."
"oh my god, it's prohero dynamight!" a red-haired boy—kentaro, exclaims, already standing up from his seat.
"that's prohero lord explosion murder god dynamight-senpai to you, ken-kun!" the girl sitting beside him, miyamura, huffs out with an accusatory finger.
"now, now, everyone. i want you all to be at your best behavior." izuku breaks his students' arguments up before they start bringing their quirks out. "we have the number two hero in our classroom after all."
to this, katsuki elbows his side. "way to rub it in, sensei."