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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Princess!_Izuku, Lady_Knight!_Katsuki, Fingering, Female_Bakugou_Katsuki,
      Female_Midoriya_Izuku, Genderbending
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-15 Words: 2010
****** Troublesome ******
by rabbitfromwonderland
Summary
     Izuku meets a beautiful girl at a ball held in her castle. Though she
     does not approach her with the intention of being seduced, Katsuki
     makes it clear who will be calling the shots.
Notes
     BACK! AT! IT! AGAIN!
     i love them so much. i have never had this much inspiration in my
     life and i am so grateful. thanks @ lesbian bakudeku for rejuvinating
     my desire to write. SHOUT OUT TO THE REAL MVP
     it's past 6am and i haven't proofread this. WHOOPSIE DAISY.
     the actual smut portion of this is kind of short and i'm sorry.... i
     got. Distracted.
See the end of the work for more notes
Izuku knew, from the second that she saw her spiky blonde locks, flaring in
every direction like a firework, that Katsuki would be troublesome.
They met first in the castle’s ballroom, with an orchestra serenading them from
Izuku’s first ‘hello’.
Katsuki turned to face her with a noticeable expression of distaste, but Izuku
was not deterred with such ease. She was sixteen years old, with all the fiery
passion of a teenager who had yet to realize the world was aligned perfectly
against her. To be wary of someone who merely gazed upon her with a look of
displeasure simply would not do; she was far better than that.
Even so, Izuku swallowed, like that would force away the twisting sensation in
her chest.
“I like your outfit,” Izuku said with a wide smile, eyes crinkled at the
corners as she spoke. That had been the second thing she noticed about Katsuki,
after her wild hair, though she did not think herself unusual for seeing either
of those things before she paid mind to anything else. She was dressed in an
elegant suit, deep red and tight on her form. Her curves were not prominent,
but Izuku’s gaze was drawn to the black belt wrapped tightly around her narrow
waist, accentuating the alluring rondure of her hips. When she realized her
stare had trailed downward, she was quick to jerk it back up- not too late to
miss the curve of a smirk on Katsuki’s face.
“Thanks,” Katsuki replied. “You’re a princess, are you not?” Her eyes flicked
up to the tiara on Izuku’s head, before dropping back down to make eye contact
with her again. Izuku felt scrutinized under her gaze, but she did not recoil
from the feeling that it gave her.
“Yes,” Izuku answered. “Who might you be?”
“Bakugou Katsuki,” the girl said, and Izuku committed the name to memory. “I’m
going to be a knight. Well, I already am- I’m in training.” She seemed proud of
this, because her chest puffed out slightly when she spoke.
“A knight?” Izuku echoed, her brow furrowing slightly. She had never known a
woman to be a knight, but she thought that such a status suited Katsuki. “Why
is that?”
“Why? Why would I not pursue that? The rewards are grand,” Katsuki said, “And I
intend to be the best knight this kingdom has ever seen.”
“I wish you luck,” Izuku’s smile had not wavered. She had been well-educated in
the way of manners, and she did not hesitate to offer Katsuki the best that she
had learned.
“I don’t need it,” Katsuki replied.
Izuku’s breath caught, and she was sure that Katsuki noticed, but she offered
her little more than a scoff in response.
“Do you want to dance?” Katsuki asked, abrupt and without hesitation, as she
offered Izuku her hand. “I know how to lead.”
When Katsuki spoke, Izuku’s eyes were led to the pleasant curve of her mouth,
to the gentle dip of her cupid’s bow and fullness of her lips. All at once, her
throat felt a bit drier. “Yes,” she replied, a bit breathless, taking Katsuki’s
hand and letting herself be pulled to the dance floor.
Katsuki’s lead was forceful, not unlike the blunt nature of her personality.
She moved Izuku where she wanted her, any semblance of gentleness forgotten in
favor of twisting Izuku into twirls and dips. There was a form to her movement,
however; she never moved outside the beat of the music.
“You are quite skilled,” Izuku remarked, as Katsuki twirled her around,
stepping to the side so that their bodies were parallel to one another. She
noticed the point of Katsuki’s toes, bent down towards the ground in an elegant
display. Her foot arched off the ground, heel raised in its flat shoe.
“Of course I am,” Katsuki said, with a light laugh to follow. Her confidence
was breath-taking, leaving Izuku to the shudder that ran through her body.
Izuku did not comment on it, however, allowing herself to be spun back into
Katsuki’s arms in an instant. She had not resisted her for a moment; the
dominance that Katsuki exerted only prompted her to follow along. Her breath
hitched, yet again, when she felt how solidly Katsuki was pressed against her.
Every point of contact in their bodies, from the press of their chests
together, to the hand resting against her shoulderblade, made Izuku’s body
light up with something that she had never felt before.
“I never caught your name,” Katsuki murmured, her voice a mere whisper against
Izuku’s ear. “Though I suppose I should know, being that this is your castle, I
would be loath not to hear you speak it yourself.”
“Midoriya Izuku,” she answered, breath puffing against Katsuki’s collarbone as
she tried to get a grip on herself. Izuku’s face felt hot, and her knees
struggled to keep her upright as she felt Katsuki’s lips press to her ear.
“Such a pretty name,” Katsuki whispered. “It is suited well to a girl so
lovely.”
Izuku did not back away. She only sighed, a dreamy noise that did not carry
far.
“This place is so stifling,” Katsuki’s head tilted down to press her lips to
Izuku’s jaw, and Izuku could only hope that she did not feel the erratic beat
of her pulse where her lips touched. “Why don’t we go elsewhere?”
Izuku hesitated- she had a tendency to do that- but she did not go long without
giving her an answer. “I’d like to,” she whispered in reply. “We can go to my
room.”
“Yes,” Katsuki affirmed. She seemed disappointed to pull away, but Izuku did
not give her long to think about it, because she was pulling her off the dance
floor within a breath.
Izuku tried not to feel the gazes of the other guests upon her back as she led
Katsuki out of the open door. She nearly tripped on her dress going up the
stairs leading to her room, but Katsuki steadied her.
The door to her room was opened hastily, and Katsuki was quick to press Izuku
against it the moment she had the opportunity. Her body was sound against
Izuku’s, warm and heavy in the most perfect way. She pressed her lips to
Izuku’s neck, leaving kisses up its length until she reached her jaw. Katsuki
hummed, as if in thought, then her mouth was against Izuku’s.
Izuku was quick to react, though it was moderately unskilled when she did. She
did not stop to consider if this was Katsuki’s first kiss or not, though she
was all too aware that this was one of few for her. She wrapped her arms around
Katsuki’s neck, pulling her tighter against herself as she kissed her. It was
an act of passion, marked by the soft sounds that Izuku made.
Izuku opened her mouth in compliance when Katsuki licked across her lips. She
melted against her when Katsuki pressed her tongue into her mouth, all too
aware of the drool running down the side of her chin as she kissed her deeper.
The ordeal was messy, but Izuku found herself beginning to care less and less
about that as Katsuki curled her tongue against Izuku’s.
Katsuki ran her hands along the curves of Izuku’s body, before her fingers
bunched in the fabric of her dress. She seemed frustrated with its presence,
agitated in the way that she tugged upon it. When she had tired of that, her
hands crept up to Izuku’s shoulders. She slid her fingers beneath the fabric
upon her shoulders, slipping it down to rest against her arms. Her digits
trailed expertly along her arms, fingertips brushing against her skin. “Want
this dress off,” Katsuki hissed against her mouth.
Izuku complied, shrugging the dress off of her arms and letting the fabric
bunch around her waist. She gave a gasp into Katsuki’s mouth when the girl’s
hands ghosted along her ribs. Her hands were chilled against the overheated
skin, cooling her through the makings of her chemise.
Katsuki tugged at her dress, pulling it down until gravity finished the job for
her, allowing it to pool around Izuku’s ankles. She slid her hands up the slip
that was hidden beneath, breathing heavily against Izuku’s mouth. She felt
along her waist, before her hands moved higher. She cupped her hands around her
breasts, and Izuku felt weaker against her when she pressed her thumbs to her
nipples. She moved her thumbs in idle circles as she kissed Izuku again, teeth
coming to nip at her lower lip.
Izuku moaned into her mouth, before she twisted her head away to catch her
breath. “Bed,” she said, voice wavering.
“Yeah,” Katsuki agreed. She backed off for the moment that it took the two of
them to cross the room, but the second that Izuku had laid back on the
mattress, Katsuki was upon her again. She kissed her neck again, this time a
bit more fiercely. Her teeth sank into the delicate skin, and she did not miss
the gasp that Izuku gave when she sucked on it. Her hands, warmed by the touch
of Izuku’s skin, returned to her chest. She rolled her nipples between her
fingers, and Izuku’s hips arched up off the bed, seemingly without her even
being aware of it.
Katsuki made a pleased noise against her neck. One of her hands moved down her
body, sliding into her underwear. She felt Izuku press her hips up into her
touch already. She dipped her fingers lower, fingertips catching in the
slickness between her legs. “This shouldn’t hurt,” she said, her voice softer
than normal. “Tell me if it does.”
Izuku gave a sound of acknowledgement, but she seemed speechless otherwise. Her
body jerked when Katsuki’s thumb brushed against her clit.
Katsuki’s index finger sank between her folds, Izuku’s body accepting the
intrusion with ease. She curled her finger upwards, and Izuku gasped. She
pulled it out, then pushed it back in. She formed a rhythm like that, her thumb
still moving in circles over her clit.
“A-ah-” Izuku’s back arched when Katsuki began to push a second finger into
her. She could feel her entrance stretch to accommodate it, and she enjoyed the
feeling of fullness that came with it. “Bakugou-”
“Katsuki,” the girl corrected. “Call me Katsuki.”
“Katsuki,” Izuku breathed.
“That’s right,” Katsuki rewarded her by curling her fingers again, searching
for one spot in particular. She knew she had found it when she heard Izuku’s
breath catch, followed by a sharp moan. “You like that?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” Izuku gasped. “More, Katsuki, please.”
“Good girl,” she sped up the caress of her fingers, her rhythm perfect, the
same way that her dancing had been. She scissored her fingers, the calloused
pads brushing against Izuku’s walls. She felt Izuku’s legs tighten around her
wrist, which only prompted her to move faster.
“Ah, please, so good-” Izuku’s thoughts fizzled into irrelevance when Katsuki
edged a third finger in with the rest. She moved her hips in time with the
thrusts of her fingers, gasping and moaning.
“You’re going to break my wrist,” Katsuki remarked, laughing softly. She moved
up to kiss her again, liking the way that Izuku moaned against her mouth. She
pressed her fingers up against that spot inside of Izuku that made her weak,
and that was all it took.
Izuku jerked violently, her hands coming to grab at Katsuki’s jacket. She held
onto her tightly, seeking her closeness as she rode out her orgasm. She broke
their kiss to babble mindlessly, a mess of ‘yes’ and Katsuki’s name.
Katsuki kissed her cheeks, and her forehead, and anywhere that her lips could
reach. “That’s it,” she crooned, still rubbing at that spot until Izuku’s body
finally sagged. When she tried to move away, Izuku pulled her down for another
kiss.
“Don’t think-” she said between kisses, “That I have any intention of letting
you leave without feeling what I just did.”
Katsuki smirked, which then turned into a grin. “Then get to it, my lady.”
End Notes
     coming up next: idol! katsuki and fangirl! izuku! if you have any
     requests for different aus, let me know what you have in mind!! i'm
     the only person writing this shit and i will make this ship a reality
     all by mysel f.
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