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gatinha | hinata shoyou

pairing: hinata x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: manga spoilers!

words: 0.6k

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a/n: i’ve been having brasil hinata brainrot for three days now and it’s far from done🥴

“Ei, Gatinha.” Is what Hinata Shoyou says when he comes up to you at a bar in Rio.

From his accent you know he’s a foreigner, and instead of being annoyed by the pet name you find the way it falls out of his lips rather adorable.

He asks what you do for a living as a conversation starter and without realizing you’re falling under the spell of the Japanese boy.

“Fala, Gatinha.” Is what he says when he meets you at the beach a few days later, accompanied by a soft kiss on your cheek.

He told you to stop by someday so you could play beach volleyball together, which would be more like him teaching you how to play.

You two spent the whole afternoon at Ipanema, talking, playing, running around, swimming at the sea. You felt like a teenager all over again, with red cheeks and a gobbly smile on your face.

“Fica a vontade, Gatinha.” Is what he says after your fourth date when he invites you over to his and Pedro’s apartment.

Neither of you wanted the day to end, so you agreed to go over and watch a movie with him.

Needless to say the movie was long forgotten when you climbed into his lap. Your hands tugging on his orange strands, his on your waist and a breathtaking kiss.

Then the “Gatinha.” turned into “Minha Gatinha.”

“Fica mais um pouco, Minha Gatinha.” Is what he mumbles onto your shoulder on a Sunday morning.

Your limbs were intertwined and his arm thrown over your torso, pulling you closer to give him warmth.

You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he looked under the soft sunshine that peaked out of his bedroom curtains. The sight was enough for you to ignore the brunch you were supposed to have with your parents, even if it meant hearing a handful because of it.

“Minha Gatinha, eu te a-” Is what he tries to say before bidding his goodbye at the airport, but you cut him off with a kiss instead.

“Fala quando você voltar, Shô.” You respond with teary eyes and a fondly smile.

In his eyes there was a promise. That he would come back. That he would be in your arms again.

“Tô com saudade, Minha Gatinha :(” Is what he texts you when he’s in Japan.

You two agreed to not be in a long distance relationship, but that agreement was the same as nothing as you two kept texting each other every day and facetiming at unholy hours.

“Vencemos, Gatinha!” Is what he texts you after his game against the Adlers.

You already knew, of course. You had pulled an all-nighter just to watch your Shô playing against his high school rival and best friend.

His first game as a professional player. You couldn’t be prouder.

“Gatinha…” Is what he says over the phone when the image of you crying pops up on his screen.

It didn’t take long for him to start tearing too. He missed you like crazy, he loved you like he never loved anyone before, and being miles and miles away from you made his heart clench.

“Tô em casa, Gatinha.” Is what he whispers to your ear as he hugs you from behind.

You jumped in your place because of the scare, but quickly turned around once his voice got registered in your brain.

“Shô? Shô!” Is what you say when you jump into his arms, legs locked around his waist in a koala hug.

“Eu te amo, Shô.” Is what you say before kissing him deeply.

“Eu também te amo, Minha Gatinha.”

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another freaky bakugou thought of the day – 17+ only!

bakugou having a pretty girlfriend with glasses, who he loves soooo much! always cleaning them for her when they get dirty and pushing them right back up to the bridge of her nose.

he thinks his girl looks the prettiest with glasses, always complimenting and reassuring her when she gets self-conscious, but when she refuses to listen, there's only one thing he can do.

and he loves it.

"c'mon you can take it," he grunts, as you whimper, the words you wish to say being stuck at the back of your throat by his dick.

you're looking up at him, eyes watery and red, glasses slightly foggy, and hair wrapped around his fist in a messy ponytail.

fuck, you've never looked better to katsuki than now. he loved watching you turn into a mess around him, drool running down the corner of your lips.

you slowly push your head down lower, foggy eyes looking up at his, wanting his approval.

"doin' amazing for me, baby, fuck," katsuki choked out, head thrown back. his grip on your hair got tighter, unintentionally thrusting into your mouth, causing you to hit his thighs.

getting the hint, katsuki dragged you off. whimpering at the loss as you gasped and spluttered.

"kats, be gentle, pleaseee," you whined, feeling your throat burn.

a soft chuckle left his mouth at your expression, a cute little pout displayed on your fucked-out face. "'m sorry, baby. was it too much for you?" he mocked you condescendingly, his hand wrapped around his base as he nudged the tip of his cock towards your lips.

"open up. it aint gonna suck itself," he snarled. hand lightly making contact with your face.

a pathetic whimper escaped you as you stuck your tongue out, kitty licking his tip before taking it in whole.

"that's a good girl. taking me so well, shit," he breathed out. you pulled back slightly, sucking on his tip, knowing it was the fastest way to make his high approach.

katsuki couldn't help but thrust his hips up once more, eyes rolling back in his head at the sensations. "fuck, sweets. you trynna make me finish already?" his groans only encouraged you to pick up the pace, eliciting the sweetest and sluttiest moans from him.

he made the mistake of looking down at you, watching how your glasses covered the view of your beautiful eyes, slightly slanted with a small hand rubbing circles on your clit.

all he could do was groan, hands sparking slightly because of the pleasure. you felt so good around him; he wished he could live like this, reducing you to nothing but his cock warmer.

"shit, sweets, get off," he whimpered. ripping you off his dick once again before jerking it in his hand, back and forth.

you moaned at the sight, opening your mouth to suck around his head, pushing him to the brink of his high.

one last grunt left his lips before he came. white sticky ropes of cum hitting your face, staining your glasses, cheeks and tongue. the sight of him spilling all over you had your own high peaking, fingers coming to a stop on your sensitive clit as you jerked on the floor.

"katsu," you whimpered, eyes going cross-eyed, locked on the twitching dick in front of you.

katsuki's eyes finally opened, looking down at you before releasing another curse at the sight. quickly picking up his phone, he opened his camera, directing his still hard cock to rest on your tongue once again as he angled your face to look at the camera.

"that's it, there's my pretty baby. so fucking beautiful, covered in my cum," he smirked, snapping a picture before tossing his phone to the side.

katsuki picked you up by your underarms. placing you onto his hot to give you a searing fervent kiss. you moaned into his mouth, tongue fighting for dominance only for yours to succumb under his.

pulling away, katsuki slowly licked at your cheeks, cleaning up the remaining sticky substance and removing your glasses.

"now, you feeling any better? not gonna spew any more nonsense about how you 'look so ugly' with these on?" he pressed, frowning at you in fake anger.

giggling, you place your head in the crook of you neck. "if it means i get to suck you off, maybe i'll keep calling them ugly." you teased, feeling his arms tighten around your waist.

"you damn brat," he huffed, flipping you onto your back.

"looks like i'm gonna have to teach you some manners now," he growled. before you could protest, his hard, throbbing dick was already aligned with your opening.

he poked it in slightly, hearing you gasp at the intrusion. "get ready, ya fuckin'' minx. it's gonna be a looooong night."

first time writing smut... kinda scared.

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PATHETIC MAN BAKUGO KATSUKI SO IN LOVE YESYESYES

Bakugou works. A lot.

It was, admittedly, something you forced yourself to look past. Bakugou Katsuki warned you from the beginning that his work was first. It always would be, his dreams and goals, that was who he was.

“Take it or leave it,” he’d told you once, many years ago. “This is what I do.”

And back then, a fool completely head over heels for Katsuki, you’d take it. That was your life, too- texts that went unanswered for days, random updates about his day, calling maybe twice a week to see how you were, and you were fine to sacrifice that part of your sanity all those years ago.

But now, Kirishima posts the random flowers he got his partner on any random Wednesday. Midoriya’s hand clasped under the left hand of his fiancée’s on his timeline. Even Kaminari, who posts tangled legs of his person before he gets up to start the day. It makes you feel sick.

All you want, all you crave, all you’d sell for, is for flowers on any day. A wedding ring that would mean something. Tangled legs in the morning that beg and plead to stay in the warmth of the sheets.

But Katsuki has never been good at giving you that; he’s not a Prince Charming and his life is not a fairytale, you are not his number one priority and it fucking destroys you on the inside.

For years, you try to let it go, to no damn avail. It just hurts too much to think about for too long, knowing that nothings to change or give, and as long as your heart will love him, you’ll be right there waiting, and knowing not whether that love and excitement will always be returned.

But tonight, your dinner sits cold. One place setting untouched, unused and unloved, with your head resting on your hand as the rest of dinner is untouched. The steam stopped flowing from the plates hours ago, and you find yourself still sitting at the table. Your elbows grow sore from perching your chin in your palm.

Your lip quivers as you move to hang your head in sadness, hopelessness, until a knock rouses you from your wallowing. You wipe your eyes and make your way to the locked door, and smile at the guest on the otherside.

"Shoto," you sigh. "Here for your key?"

"Yes," he says simply, nodding his head in appreciation. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of the cats. It truly means a lot."

You raise your hand in an attempt to show nonchalance, "it's no big deal at all. I know how busy you get, it's the least I can do for such a good neighbor."

He chuckles, and you forgot how good the sound felt falling from someone else's lips. It feels like it's been ages since you've heard it. He nods his head again, "well, thank you again," he turns on his heel to start walking away.

"Shoto," you say. He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you. You fiddle with the door handle, "could I interest you in some cold dinner? I cooked for Katsuki, but he's not here and leftovers never get eaten in this house, and... I... don't mind reheating some for you."

A glimmer of sympathy crosses his eyes, offering a hum, "I would certainly appreciate the warm meal. Thank you."

It's not the guest you'd hoped, but you've had dinner with worse people. Todoroki's been in your life for longer than you care to remember, what's one more dinner shared together?

It's not like Katsuki is here to say otherwise.

Over a lukewarm, slightly-rubberized-from-microwaving dinner, Todoroki listens to you, holding onto every word as he always does when you speak. It feels nice to be heard again, to not be forced to talk to the walls of your home.

You're not sure how long it's been before the front door opens again, and you feel yourself tense up at the heavy boots crossing the threshold, a snarly "I'm home" ringing in the air.

"Hey," you call back. "Shoto and I were wrapping up dinner, I saved-"

"The fuck's he doing here?" He snarls, and Todoroki merely blinks, bored.

"Is it not friendly to drop in for some company?" He asks, and if you knew Todoroki any less, you'd never know it was his way of riling Katsuki up.

And it hasn't failed once.

Katsuki balls his fist, "not when I'm not fucking home, you freak!"

"Katsuki, enough," you snarl back. Two heads whip towards you, one set of eyes filled with fury, the other with surprise. “Maybe you should’ve been here when Shoto stopped by. This weird complex you’re in wouldn’t be a damn issue.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His words are a growl deep behind a wall of teeth, but you’re so tired it doesn’t deter you. You clench your hands and finally curl them into fists. “You got something to say to me?”

You grit your teeth, “Shoto's been here for how long? You haven’t. You wanted him out so bad? You should’ve fucking been here. You weren’t. So bite me.” You quickly spin on your heel as stinging tears burn your waterline, leaving the two heroes alone in the living room.

Katsuki barks your name, “we’re not done here!”

“I am.”

You purposely slam the door, knowing it’s one of his biggest pet peeves. He deserves it, and a lot more. Katsuki yells a bit more, too much of a ferocious tone to fully grasp what he’s saying, and it’s matched with Todoroki’s calm demeanor. He kicks Todoroki out, which you hear, and you brace yourself as he stomps into the bedroom, ready for the explosion that's hurdling straight towards you.

But it never comes.

Instead, you watch the bathroom door open and close, and then a few moments later, you hear the shower turn on. Confusion twists through your mind as you try to piece together just exactly what happened, but ultimately drawing only blanks. You sigh and strip into your pajamas, deciding to call it a night before he comes in and stirs the pot more.

He can do it tomorrow.

Though your heart does break a little when you wake up to find the bed next to you cold and made; he must’ve crashed on the couch last night, too enveloped with his fury to come and make amends.

That's fine. You're patient.

Sunday is tense, a day Katsuki usually reserves off to spend time at home, he's made the executive decision to go into work, leaving you to mourn the love lost in the day, love you usually receive in the melting day. Todoroki comes by again, this time to check in on you after the fight he'd witnessed the day before. And to your disappointment, Katsuki arrives home at the same time, briskly brushing past you and your friend.

Monday comes and goes, once again the bed next to you remains cold in wordless grudge. You're not going to apologize, you have no need to.

Even if this is the end of your relationship.

What's there to work through? After forcing you into a life where affection is miniscule and tokes of appreciation are seen as nothing more than an option, perhaps its for the best to let the embers die, and-

No.

You don't want it to be the end. Not like this. Not now. Not after years of giving Bakugou Katsuki your entire life, promising to stand by him through thick and thin.

You'll bite your tongue until it hurts. Until he decides what he wants to do. You're loyal as a dog to him, after all. The ball remains in his court, always.

By Tuesday, Katsuki comes in, and he doesn’t even look at you. He washes his hands before shambling off to the showers to mimic some form of warmth you’d once provided him. When you hear the shower head turn on, you curl deeper into your corner of the couch, lowering your eyes to try and fight back the tears that sting at your waterline.

Maybe he is done. Maybe this is it. He’s sick of waiting for you, sick of your shit and tired of the exhaust you put on his mentality. Work comes first, and if there was ever a time to enforce it, it would be now.

With a soft whimper to mask your cries, you click off the tv and creep your way up the stairs. It’s dark in your room, the pictures of you and Katsuki invisible until you flick on the light- even then, they’re not as pristine as they had looked just days ago.

The bed is once again cold and feels far too big as you curl up on your side, knowing if you roll onto his, you’ll be met with a hand waking you up and pushing you away.

You’re not in the mood for that tonight.

Not when for months at a time, he’s been shoving you away, be it with mean words or snaps of venom or just actually moving you from his space, you can’t possibly conjure the mood in your little pity party to care for him to disregard you in such brutal ways.

But fuck, god, no matter how much you want to believe it, that you can just as easily fall asleep without him next to you, snores punching through the air and the occasional lull of his head next to yours, you can't, and you hate how bitter and horrible a life without Bakugou Katsuki sounds.

You hate how your life revolves around him, and you wish it didn't, you hate how empty your soul would be without his name coming up on your phone, you hate that you fell so hard for Bakugou Katsuki that a life without him doesn't exist.

You'll never leave him. It makes you feel sick.

What you wouldn't sell, what you wouldn't give, to have Bakugou Katsuki love you just as much as you do, him.

But, as if manifested, no more than an hour later, he does come in. Your name falling from his lips sounds timid, like he's unsure if he should be saying it. "Listen," he snips, lip quivering as he sinks his teeth into the fat, eyes swollen from tears and looking so defeated you're almost convinced it’s not even the Bakugou Katsuki you fell in love with all those years ago.

You slowly sit up, curling up by the pillows as he stands in the doorway, disheveled and frustrated and extremely, clearly, hurt.

“You win,” he whimpers, hands cupped over his mouth to mimic a paper bag, regulating his breathing. They suddenly drop to the side, “you-you-you win. I can’t do this anymore, I won’t, I fucking give, you win-“

“Win what?” You ask, but it’s clear in your demeanor that you know exactly what he’s confessing to, even as you’re dazed from sleep.

You just want him to say it.

Katsuki uses his sleeve to roughly rub the tears out of his eyes, “just fucking stop, okay?” He growls, and it sends a shiver through you as it passes his teeth. “You fucking win, okay? I-I-I was wrong, I never should’ve said shit about you and Todoroki’s friendship, or said shit-fuck about you spending time with him when I should’ve been here.” He lets one, saliva filled sob sneak past his lips, it’s like a dam of words break loose. “But fuck, please just fucking look at me again, I’m sorry, I just hate the idea that you’ll fall for him while trying to get back at me, so please just love me again-“

At that, you jump up to your feet and quickly scurry over to him, brows furrowed in concern but lip pouting out as you toss your arms around him, his knees buckling under your touch and arms limply hanging. “-because I sure wouldn’t blame you if you did leave me for him after how I’ve been treating you.”

“Katsuki,” you soothe, a hand reaching up to scratch at his scalp. “That’s not going to happen. That’s not what this was to show you.” You plant kisses along his jawline, hating the feeling of it quivering under your affection. “This wasn’t to show you that my feelings for Shoto become more romantic when you’re not here; it was to show you what you were missing when you could’ve been here.” He slouches further at your words, and you wonder if they were the correct ones to say.

“Katsuki,” you say again, firmly, gathering his cheeks in your hands. They’re hot, fuck they’re so warm from his distress, and and you feel what little coolness your palms held disappear into the swells. “You’re not going to lose me to Shoto. I would never leave you for Shoto- I’d never leave you for anyone.” He blinks unconvinced at you, and one of his tears roll over your fingers. “But you will miss dinners. You will miss movies. You will miss time with me if you don’t stop only thinking of yourself in this relationship. What you’re doing now clearly isn’t meshing with what I need. What we need from each other. I can only be so flexible before I wonder when we’ll… when I’ll stop bothering.”

“I don’t want to stop,” he mumbles, trying to chase even more coolness in your palms. “I just… I want to be the best-“

“And you are, but you can’t betray yourself by overworking yourself-“

“No,” he bites through his teeth. “The best for you. But… Todoroki can give you the best shit effortlessly, I fucking see it. And…” he winces as he stands up, as if disgusted to even say what dares to slip past his tongue. “And he can give you the life you want, the life you deserve; I just cant fucking watch it anymore.”

“Shhh,” you soothe, pulling his reluctant form into a hug. He tenses, but eventually rests his head in the crook of your neck, trembling hands settling on your waist gently, as if scared you’d break under the touch. Your nails move up to his scalp, scratching lovingly.

“Shoto is a mild-mannered, quiet spoken person who thinks logically about everything he says and does,” You whisper, planting a soft kiss to his pounding temple.

“I love that about him, as a friend- but you, Katsuki, are exciting. And you make loving you just as addictive.”

He does, finally, perk up at that, and you smile against his skin. “Say more stuff like that,” he mumbles, sniffling, but you tighten your arms around him while you giggle softly at the idea of having your old Bakugo back.

“Shoto and I go to the market together, we’re in and out in twenty minutes tops- but if that’s what I wanted, I’d go alone,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, and you grin, “I like bickering with you in the dairy aisle about flavors of milk to get.”

“If I wanted chocolate milk, I’d get the syrup,” he defends, as if you’re standing in the aisle and not picking up the pieces of your relationship in your bedroom.

“And then when the milk is all gone, I have you bitching at me about the syrup getting wasted,” you snort. “It’s just easier if I get-“

“I love you,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning out over your neck. You pause and smile, relishing in the scent of his post-shower aroma.

“I love you,” you say back, kissing whatever your lips can reach against his head. “Once a week, Katsuki. I want to go to bed with you at least once a week, and not be left away absolutely panicked over where the hell you may have gone. I’d like to have dinner with you at some point in the week. I hate missing you, I always have, even when we were teens.” When he finally nods softly, you pull back with your hands cupping his cheeks, the swollen apples looking foreign on your usually solid man. You smirk and use your thumb to wipe his tears, “you’ve always been an ugly crier.”

He chokes softly on a laugh, “why do you think I never do it?” He licks his dry lips before looking you up and down, “leave that shit to you.”

“It is nice seeing you emotional over me for once.”

“Yeah?” He rasps. Then, he tugs you in for a kiss, one that sears and tears at your teeth and tongue, one that feels exhilarating and exhausting all at once, one that encapsulates Katsuki in one swift, dominating move.

It’s jagged and rough, but familiar enough to have you swooning in his bulky, caring arms.

“You got me in love with you, or some shit.”

Bakugou leaning against the frame of the doorway (lick lick lick lick)

Aged up! Bakugou x Fem! Reader

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You were laying in your bed, knees bend as your back was against your headboard. You were reading a book Ochako had lent you saying “it has a relatable MC” which lead you to where you were.

Your phone was buzzing but you figured it was a group chat you were in; man were you wrong. It was your fiancée coming home from work.

Suki:

Hey ma, what do you want for dinner?

Suki:

Mama.

Suki:

Hey.

Suki:

I’m getting spicy ramen.

Suki:

Ma this ain’t funny?

Suki:

y/n??

At this point you were to engulfed in your book to even care, you just let it buzz. Ochako was right, the main character was relatable.

The second you were done with the chapter you heard the door swing open. You put your book down but before you could get up, you heard running. Thumping as Katsuki ran through the house to your shared bedroom. Scared you jump back ready to fight whoever it was till the door swung open. Reveling an anxious, cold sweat faced Katsuki in the door way.

“What the-“ you raised a brow and let out a sigh. “Why are you running?” You asked. “Why aren’t you pickin up the phone.” You saw the vein in his forehead pop. Fuck.

You picked up your phone off your nightstand and turned it on to have it flash the wallpaper you set of a cute photo you took of katsuki; and a whole line of messages from your fiancée who was still standing in the doorway.

“I was reading my book and I put it on silence..” you half lied so he wouldn’t yell at you.

“Ah whatever.” He said, and that’s when it happened. He gripped the top of the door frame and leaned forward a bit. His eyes closed as his head tilted.

He was still in his hero costume; still dirty from the day he had but that didn’t stop you from slowly creeping over to him.

“Hey mama..” he said his eyes still closed yet still feeling your warm presence. “Hi ‘suki” you bring your hand up to caress his cheek, going over the big scar he got from the war that took place while still in high school. “I love the way you lean..” you whisper, soft and seductive. “That so?” He opened his eyes and leaned his forehead on your giving your nose a little kiss. “Mhm.” You say still holding his face in your hands.

“I brought home ramen.” He interrupted before anything happened. This caused you to laugh. “What woman I did?” He said confused. “Oh Katsuki-“ you continued to laugh at his dumbfounded face. “Whatever I’m going to eat” he said spinning on his heel and walking away leaving you a laughing mess. “No- HAHA NO KAT IM SORRY.” You said chasing after him, jumping on his back. he grabbed under your thighs lifting you higher on his back ending up giving you a piggy back ride to the kitchen.

“You’re so high maintenance.”

After that you kept your phone on; and looked at it Everytime it buzzed. Just in case it was your fiancée.

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

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