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missdynamighttt · 6 months ago

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↳ ❝ HONEY.. COME BACK TO ME. PLEASE. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you and your ex-boyfriend katsuki bakugou can't seem to resist each other no matter what. even if you're only supposed to be friendly at the class reunion party.

starring: pro hero! katsuki bakugou x ex-girlfriend! reader ⍣ ೋ

disclaimers!: mentions of handjobs and oral sex in 3rd year at ua, oral sex (f! receiving), tits fixation, penetrative / p in v sex, car sex / semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie 🤭

note: spoilers for chapter 431 (a little different in some parts), usage of "brat", "honey", "sweets", "woman", fem reader, mentions of izuocha, second chance romance trope, porn with plot, microscopic angst, credits to gsony for center pic in my banner, i love them sm^^hope i did our husband justice 💜💜

╰┈➤ ❝ [why is he here?] you murmur quietly, discreetly watching katsuki from a distance, seeing him quiet and grumpy, drinking with a few of his friends alongside izuku.

ochako raises an eyebrow with a grin, clearly amused at your turmoil with the pro hero. she nudges your arm, looking at you from the side. "he's a part of the class too, y'know."

"i know that," you huff, sighing as you land your drink down the table, glancing back at him before looking back at ochako with a frown. "just.. its hard."

of course it was hard to see great explosion murder god dynamight. your ex-boyfriend, no matter how hot he looks in his usual black attire, his big biceps straining against the material, his post-war scars framing his muscular, gorgeous physique.

even before the war, you and katsuki were a great couple, despite your constant bickering and petty arguments. it just led up to increasing sexual tension and great makeout sessions. maybe got handsy a few times and did.. oral stuff in your 3rd year together but no more than that.

it all just came crumbling down after graduation, when you two gradually spent less time together as work kept both of you away from each other. you both ended it on good terms only after a year of being pro-heroes, but that doesn't stop you from missing him. from wanting him, needing him.

katsuki felt the exact same way. even if he was nonchalant about it now, he was barely holding himself back from dragging you away from this party and kissing your face off until he made up with the time both of you spent away from each other. which, to him, seemed like forever.

throughout the years, the two of you did see each other frequently during patrols and in joint-cases, made appropriate civilized small talk, but never ever talked about getting back together. it wasn't that both of you didn't want to: it just wasn't the perfect time. unlike this setting, where the two of you could talk properly.

ochako sighs softly, a small sympathetic smile on her face. "he's just a man, sweetie. after this, you'll barely see him again."

you bite you bottom lip and nod, tugging on the skin. you knew she made a good point, its just.. well, it doesn't change the fact that katsuki's in near proximity.

you sigh, smiling softly at her. "yeah, i know," you grin, nudging her arm, gesturing your head to izuku. "enough about me, though. what about you and midoriya, huh?"

ochako widens her eyes a little at the mention of her old highschool crush, shakes her head profusely, clearly flustered as vibrant pink tinting her cheeks. "i-i haven't even talked to deku in awhile! its been so long ago.."

you scoff and roll your eyes, grab her shoulder, and shake them a little. "well, change that. c'mon, i saw him looking at you anyway. maybe the same way he did todoroki but at least he looked at you. that counts for something."

you could still see the reluctance in her eyes to go so you shake her arm again in encouragement. "gooo, i'll be here, drinking my problems away, rooting for you."

ochako shakes her head at you with a soft grin, clearly wanting to but shyness was holding her back.

"i suppose a hello wouldn't hurt," her grin widens, pressing her cheek against yours, mumbling a soft thank you. "wish me luck."

you wave at ochako, mouthing to her good luck, as she approaches izuku, watching their cute interaction from afar. they wave at each other like the young, shy high-schoolers they once were, chatting and laughing softly over something trivial. izuku then offers her to sit beside him.

izuku eyes katsuki with a grin, gesturing his head to leave. katsuki rolls his eyes, but stands up, giving his seat to ochako. like the little bitch fate is, katsuki approaches ochako's empty seat beside you, looking at you with a small grin.

"oh, you sly fucker," your eye twitches. you didn't know who to be mad at, izuku or his insufferable best friend, but you could see ochako looking at you in worry, mouthing a quick sorry before getting enveloped by izuku's conversation again.

you sigh, shaking your head. on the bright side, whats the worst that can happen?

you give katsuki a soft smile, waving weakly at him. your hand feels stiff from how nervous you are, shaking it under the table to shake off the nerves. "hi."

katsuki raises an amused eyebrow at you, wearing his signature snarky smirk. he nods, settling down in ochako's empty seat. "hey, brat."

as you sat next to him, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. a pang of nostalgia, a flutter in your chest at the sight of him, and a hint of sadness at the memory of what could have been.

you took in his spicy cinnamon scent with smoky notes that you missed so much, the way his blonde hair was messily fixed, and his sardonic grin. it was hard to ignore the spark of longing, repeatedly chanting in your head that he was your ex for reason.

katsuki glanced over at you, eyes meeting for a brief moment. his crimson eyes catch the light of the room, making them glow like bloodstone. it made your stomach do backflips, forcing yourself to breathe.

”i’m surprised you actually came,” he says, his voice low and casual.

when he spoke again, the sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. it was the same voice that had whispered sweet nothings in your ear, the same voice that had laughed at your stupid, corny jokes, the same voice you had fallen asleep listening to on countless nights in the past.

you felt your palms begin to sweat but couldn't help but be a little pissed. it reminded you of what you said to ochako earlier, but still. "why wouldn't i? i'm in the class as much as you, aren't i?"

"don’t be a smartass,” he takes a sip of his drink, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. your eyes followed the movement, a wave of memories hitting like a tidal wave.

other classmates fanned out of the room as the night goes on, but katsuki took advantage of this, seperating you from them, keeping you all to himself.

he turned to face you fully, your knees touching with his for a moment as he shifted in his seat. the sudden contact made you inhale sharply, trying your best to keep your expression neutral.

"you look good," he said quietly, eyeing you up and down slowly, his gaze lingering on parts of your body that he clearly remembered well.

the warmth in your cheeks grew a little, clearing your throat, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "thanks. wish i could say the same for you."

he raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "is that how it’s going to be?”

"well, you look like you need a shave," you lied. he didn't.

"oh? i thought you liked it when i was a little scruffy, sweets," you absolutely fucking did. there was nothing you wanted more than to lean in and feel the stubble on his jaw, to remember the roughness of his cheeks while you made out him. while he spoils your neck with hickies. while his head is in between your thighs, kissing your clit-

"that was years ago," you avert your gaze from him, unable to look at him any longer without crumbling. why was he so fucking attractive? it's been seven goddamn years. don't ex-boyfriends get ugly after a break-up?

"why do i get the feelin' you've missed it, hm?"

"i don't. you're delusional."

"you're a real terrible liar, brat."

"lying about you being delusional?"

"lying about you not missin' this. missin' me," he reached out to you, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. his touch was gentle as his knuckles grazed your cheek briefly. fuck.

"i don't.. i don't miss this. i don't miss you," you chew on the inside of your cheeks, trying to hold on to any semblance of composure you had. all the dignity you had was telling you to pull away but did you listen? fuck no.

"you're not very good at hidin' how much you want someone, sweets."

"quit it, katsuki. i said i don't."

"oh, that's real fuckin' funny. but i'll be clear," he chuckles deeply, a slow victorious smile on his face. you're starting to crack.

his hand slowly sliding towards your thigh, hidden from anyone else's view under the table. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. his closeness was already making it harder to think, the sensation of his touch only weakening your resistance.

"i'm done pretendin' i don't want you. so, honey, cut it out, because we both know you want me too."

your gaze widened, quickly biting down on your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from saying anything stupid.

luckily, before you could even respond, the very man who put you in this situation, izuku approached with kirishima in tow.

"hey kacchan, would it be okay if we leave now? i have an early class tomorrow," izuku asks, not a care in the world that he interrupted something between you two.

katsuki was staring daggers at him though, because he had to pull his hand away from your plush thigh.

"yeah, i gotta hit the sack too, man," kirishima rubs the back of his neck, who knows hes interrupting something between the two of you but doesn't say anything about it.

but.. that doesn't mean he doesn't want to fuck around a little. kirishima looks at you with a friendly grin. "hey, wanna come with?"

you panic a little. another chance for katsuki to wreck your defenses? could you handle that?

"nah, i'd rather not disturb, i'll just wait for a cab-"

"the fuck you're not. you're not takin' a cab, brat. i'm drivin' you home," katsuki spat, his tone leaving no room for argument.

the ride home was pleasantly quiet in a way that wasn't uncomfortable. the atmosphere was a bit tense, but it was manageable.

you found yourself in the passenger seat of his black porsche 911 gt3 rs, not because you wanted to, but because according to katsuki:

"you better sit your ass down here or i swear to god, woman, i'll pin you down this chair myself."

so, it left izuku and kirishima in the backseat that seemed to drown them (comfortably). you didn't utter a single word during the drive, merely listening to their conversation, occasionally cracking a small smile and chuckling at their banter.

the silence thickened again when katsuki dropped kirishima and izuku off, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet car.

okay, you needed a game plan. keep quiet, do not give in, and do not fuck him-

"i missed you, y'know," he murmurs, his eyes still focused on the road.

his words caught you off guard, startled you. you missed him too. so fucking much. but the words got stuck in your throat, pride and fear holding you back. you try to keep your emotions in check, keeping quiet and not giving in according to your game plan-

"too fuckin' much. pisses me off. started to bother kirishima too," he lets out a frustrated sigh, his grip on the steering wheel tightening a little, his knuckles turning white. "plagues the shit out of me. that i think about you almost everyday at the most random fuckin' times, its terrifying."

he glances at you briefly, sighing before focusing his eyes back on to the road, running his free hand through his blond hair. "honey, talk to me."

"...what do you want me to say, katsuki?"

"just.. tell me what you're thinkin', okay? what you're feelin'. the fuckin' truth, goddamn it, don't shut me out."

fucking hell. it was just so easy to give in to your feelings, to tell him how much you missed him. how much you wanted to be with him again. but you were afraid — afraid of having to start the healing process all over again.

but.. that didn't stop you from bearing your heart out.

"you want the truth?" you turn your head to face him. "fine."

"it haunts me that you're the first thing i think of whenever i'm overjoyed with something or whenever i have a bad day. that whenever my friends ask if we could eat something spicy, i think of you. can't tell you the multiple times i had to hold myself back from hitting the send button to your old number."

"i missed you too, katsuki. more than i thought. hell, more than i should. you never left my mind, no matter how many times i tried to tell myself that you did."

katsuki remained silent for a while, his mind obviously occupied with your confession as he watched the road. it made you panic a little. was it too much?

but then, without warning, he makes a quick turn, swerving off the main road and into a nearby parking lot like his life depended on it.

it catches you off guard as the car suddenly lunges forward, making you hold on to the side of the car door. he parks the car in a secluded corner, away from any prying eyes.

"what are you doing?" you asked, still taken aback from what happened as you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" his eyebrow arched, as if the answer should be obvious.

without waiting for a response, he reclines your seat for more space. he unbuckles your seatbelt before climbing over, hovering over you. "gonna get what i fuckin' want. and right now, sweets, that's you."

you swallowed hard, his words and closeness sending a shiver down your spine. you could feel yourself getting hotter with every second that passed, your body aching for his touch.

but you were still reluctant. even with your thighs clenched together, your core felt like a pool of hot, wet need. and he could tell.

katsuki's frustration was evident. he lets out a deep sigh, leaning his head against your neck, inhaling your scent, barely trying to hold himself back from doing anything drastic.

"honey.. come back to me. please."

his voice was thick with pathetic need, a raw desperate desire for you burning in him.

fuck.

you know you should put up a fight, should try and resist him. but your body was aching for him.

and you really, really, couldn't fucking care less.

the moment your palms caress his cheeks, katsuki's eyes flutter shut, and he leans into your touch, sighing. you can feel him shiver under your fingertips, his body burning with longing. as your eyes meet his, a flash of raw desire flickers across his face.

and then, it's as if a dam breaks.

he leans in, his lips crashing into yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. his mouth is hot and eager against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips in a possessive, needy gesture.

katsuki's hands find your waist, strong and sure, pulling you closer as if the space between you is unbearable. you could feel his dick pressed up in between your legs, almost trembling with the intensity of his need.

your fingers slide up into his hair, tangling in the soft, unruly strands as you deepen the kiss. he groans against your mouth, the sound low and guttural, sending a shiver down your spine. his lips move against yours like he’s trying to memorize every curve, every taste.

when he pulls back, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, his breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with your own. his crimson eyes, half-lidded and heavy with desire, bore into yours.

“don’t think for a second that im done with you,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. “you're not gettin' outta here until i've had my fill of you, sweets."

he grins, chuckling darkly. "or should i say.. until i've filled you up."

when he grinds his hips harder against yours, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. the feeling of his dick pressing against you makes your head spin, desire pooling in your wet cunny. fuck, was he always that big?

"oh, fuck," he inhales, almost hissing. "you feel that, sweets? hm? feel how hard my dick is, just for you?"

your bit you bottom lip, your head nodding slightly in response. your breath hitches when his hand reaches for in between your legs, inching up your skirt, rubbing his thumb against your damp panties.

"look at you, already such a fuckin' wet mess," he coos, a predatory grin on his face, glancing between your clothed, wet cunt and your flushed look. "haven't even started yet. you that eager for me, sweets?"

"stop being such a fucking tease and just.." your cheeks burn, embarassed, turning your head to the side. "fuck me."

"oh, i plan to sweets, don't worry," his voice low and sultry, tugging on the elastic of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. "wanna taste you first. haven't tasted this sweet fuckin' pussy in a long, long time."

"katsuki.. what if someone sees us?"

"honey.. i don't fuckin' care."

katsuki had brought you to the backseat of his car, stripped you off your skirt and panties and had your legs spread out like he needed to taste you or he'd die.

katsuki flicked his tongue at your clit, licking up your sweet, wet slick, feeling you squirm and mewl from under him. your legs were practically begging to be close shut, but he forced your legs open with his big, strong arms, both of his hands holding either side of your thighs.

"fuck, sweets, you taste so good," he groans against your folds, the intoxicating scent of your sweet cunt flooding his thoughts. "so fuckin' wet.."

you could hear the squelching sound of his tongue lap at your pussy, the lewd sound of his saliva and your slick turning you on. you took off your top and unhooked your bra, tossing it somewhere in the car. you played with your tits, pinching your nipples as you watched him ate your pussy like it was his last, delicious meal on earth.

"katsuki," you mewled, breath hitching as he fucks you with his skilled tongue.

"what, too much?" katsuki rasped, enjoying how you responded to his touch.

you nodded, already seeing stars.

he grunts, biting your inner thigh before chasing your orgasm again. "fuck that. missed this tight wet pussy of yours too much. can't believe you kept this sweet thing from me for so long..."

"katsuki," you moan his name, you grip on a handful of his hair, embarassed, almost going cross-eyed. he was eager to give you his all, it was slightly overwhelming. but you needed him. "too much, too much..."

"take it all for me, yeah, sweets?" katsuki grunts, raising the pace of his tongue, earning whimpering noises from you. "i know you can, c'mon. makin' my dick so fuckin' hard just watchin' you, holy shit.."

katsuki continues his delirious advance on your cunt, his perverted appetite for you making him so fucking horny. his cock twitches in his pants from the arousing act, throbbing from all the gluttony he was feeling. he couldn't get enough of it. he acted like a man starved and he needed all of you to quench his craving.

not that he'd ever stop craving you.

"katsuki, 'm about to-" you wail about your climax. your walls tighten around his tongue, your hips squirming from under him. you push your cunt against his face, wanting more friction.

"cum for me, sweets, c'mon," he continued to lap at your wet, sloppy mess. "need to taste you so fuckin' bad."

"fuck, fuck!" you squeal, moaning loudly as you painted his tongue white, shattered breathing as your chest heaved up and down.

katsuki doesn't waste another second, burying his face in between your legs as he glides his tongue across your pussy at a quick pace, savoring it all and riding out your orgasm. your legs shake from the overstimulation he was doing, whimpering from the way his tongue feels. he looks at you greedily, his cock agitated as his carnal desire to fuck you until your legs shaking burns more in him.

"'m so proud of you, sweets. c'mere, come gimme a kiss," he moves closer to you, his touch gentle and affectionate as he caresses your cheek before pressing his lips against yours in a kiss. you could almost taste yourself on his tongue.

his kisses are slow and gentle, his fingers find your nipples, pinching them as your fingers find their way into his hair.

he pulls away from you, panting and sweating, quickly stripping himself of his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the car.

he tugs his boxers down and pulls his cock out, already dripping with pre-cum before pulling you back in for a sloppy, desperate kiss. fuck, you don't remember it being that big.

you could feel his erection, his cock cushioning your wet cunt, his throbbing tip kissing your stimulated clit, just begging to be inside of you.

"you ready for me, right, sweets?" he murmurs, in between your tongues clashing together, waiting for your nod. he dips a finger inside you, making you moan. "look at this fuckin' pussy, could just slip in and bury my dick deep inside of you..."

"please," you plead, your voice soft and trembling, a pout tugging at your lips. you're needy and desperate, the words spilling out in a breathy whine. "i need you... so bad."

"god, you're killin' me here sweets," he took a deep breath, panting for air. "you sure?"

you took a shaky breath, your eyes meeting his. "yes. please... i want this, i want you."

your words broke the last thread of his restraint. in an instant, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto yours with unrelenting intensity. as if you were his only source of salvation.

katsuki's hands found your waist as he grips on you firmly, guiding you onto his lap and positioning you to straddle him with an effortless, commanding strength. he was desperate, completely consumed by the need for you, his longing obliterating any trace of rational thought.

katsuki positions his dick inside of your pussy, groaning as he watches you mewl, disappearing inside of you and stretching your walls painfully. yet you still felt the raw need for him.

"katsuki," you pant as you sat on his cock, adjusting as you dangle your arms by his shoulders. "fuck me, pl-"

he doesn't even let you finish, carrying you briefly before slamming you down on his cock, feeling your pussy clamp down on him again and again.

"you look so pretty like this, sweets, fuck," he looks up at you in awe. his moves his mouth is on your tits, sucking on your nipple.

you take it all with a wail, closing your eyes in blissful pleasure as the tip of his cock kisses your walls.

"oh my fuckin' god, i love you so fuckin' much, sweets. holy shit. and this fuckin' pussy too. you know that, don't you?" he asks, his crimson eyes gazing into yours, tension filling the small corners of the car.

"yeah," you nod, your skin heating up, stammered breaths as his cock was stretching you, abusing your warmth.

"then say it back."

"no wa-"

you scream as katsuki humps you down on his cock mercilessly, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him. your hips squirm against the girth and length of his cock abusing your hole to its satisfaction.

"katsuki!" his name slips out of your lips, letting out a wanton moan as his deep, hungry thrusts buck inside you out of spite. "sl-slow down..."

"hell fucking no."

"katsuki, please!"

"not until you say it back."

"fucking- fine! i love you, okay?" you mewl at the pain, but at the same time it made you feel so so good.

"say it again, didn't hear it," he taunts, his thrusts still deep and desperate enough capable of making you cream on his cock.

"i said, i love you!" you panted, whimpering from his hips snapping into yours.

"that's my girl," katsuki grins, letting his hand travel to caress your cheek before pulling you in for a messy, sloppy kiss.

you feel your cunny coil of essence, chasing your climax desperately with him at the last few thrusts.

you pull away from him, panting. "katsuki, fuck, gonna cum again..."

"mhm, gonna cum too, sweets," he grunts, thrusting into your cunt sloppily. "cum with me, yeah?"

you pant out of bliss, nodding. his hips snap into yours as he thrusts into your cunt harder, dripping of your shared slicks.

you mewl as shockwaves of pleasure hit you, throwing your head back as your tight, white walls clench around his cock. katsuki groans, his hips stuttering as he cums inside of you, a creamy frothy ring of white wrapped around the base of his cock as it kisses your folds.

both of you lay intertwined together, bodies tangled and panting together, breaths mingling, basking in the quiet warmth of each other's presence.

you pout up at him, delivering a playful slap to his cheek before sinking into his arms with a huff. "you're so mean."

katsuki chuckled deeply, the sound low and teasing. he didn't seem offended by your light hit, he seemed more amused by it.

"oh, please, you love me," he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest. he nuzzled into your hair.

his body relaxed somewhat as he held you. he couldn't help but marvel at how easily you fit against him, how well your body molded to his.

"i've missed having you in my arms, you know," he admires you, tugging a strand of your hair. "it's been... goddamn painful."

you bite your bottom lip, a deep sense of understanding in the sympathetic smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. you hold his gaze, knowing intimately the emotions that swirl within him. "i know, hon. me too."

the softness in his eyes is palpable as the pet name you had for him washes over him, a hint of vulnerability there that he rarely shows. he hides his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "honey, i never wanna let go of you again."

you raise an eyebrow, a cheeky grin on your face as you tenderly caress his cheek, your gaze locking with his.

"i'm not going anywhere."

he looks up at you, returning your grin. his lips then gently meets yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

"good. i wouldn't let you even if you tried."

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quitesins · 10 days ago

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Under Your Skin

Masterlist | AO3

Tags: 18+, Nsfw, Smut, Oneshot, Female!Reader, Timeskip!Bakugou, Pro Hero!Reader, Explicit Sexual Content Frenemies to Lovers, Sharing Physical Sensations, Phone Sex, Masturbation, PiV sex, Jealousy, 5.8k

When you and Dynamight get hit by a quirk that forces you to share all your physical sensations, you learn a bit too much about the bastard… and yourself.

There’s a throbbing in your head, and your arm, and your neck. And when you finally start to regain consciousness, you feel there’s an even worse throbbing resting on your legs. Something weighted, pressing you down, only when you open your eyes do you finally realise—

It’s Dynamight, Bakugou, Katsuki— whatever. Splayed out so you're trapped underneath the lug of him. He starts to wake, and you see that as enough reason for him to be off, so you kick out and try to stand.

“Oi.” He groans, gripping onto your ankle before you can kick him again. “Stop that.”

“Get off me.” You don’t listen and try to whack him anyway. It’s the wrong response, he just grips harder.

“Fuckin— alright!” Bakugou scowls, his head clearly still pounding as he tries to move.

You pull away from him, shifting against the rubble and attempt to take in your surroundings.

“Are you guys okay?!” A sudden brightness interrupts your vision, Red Riot, standing over the two of you, practically shouting.

“Yes!” Both you and Bakugou hiss back, ears ringing at the sudden volume.

“Took quite the fall there.” Kirishima reaches out to help you stand. Already sensing Bakugou ready to jump, he quickly adds “Don’t worry! We caught the villain. Everything’s fine, just gotta get you two checked up.”

Bakugou stands on his own, refusing Kirishima’s hand, which the redhead just shrugs at. Instead, you thank Kirishima and let him assist you to the paramedics.

Though the extra stability helps, your legs still ache and you watch Bakugou try mask a similar struggle. His teeth clench with each hobble and you feel a little bad, reaching out to him in pity… but you miscalculate your own balance and find yourself falling to the ground, scraping your knee against the concrete, hard. And that’s when something odd happens.

Bakugou hisses out in pain too.

He actually clutches his left knee, where yours bleeds. Really the pain isn’t anything new, nothing compared to what you’ve taken before, but for Bakugou to react to it.

The two of you lock eyes, for far too many seconds, not saying a word.

Then quickly and without warning— you both begin to hit and punch at your own bodies, looking for something . Kirishima watches, baffled, clearly having no clue at what the two of you are doing.

“Close your fucking eyes” Bakugou orders and you listen, scrunching up. “Kirishima hit me.”

Kirishima doesn’t even get the opportunity to challenge as Bakugou demands him again to comply. Before you even hear the noise Bakugou lets out, you feel a hard fist thump into you.

“I can feel it.” Your eyes snap open and you gasp, raising your left arm. “Holy shit. I can feel it.”

Bakugou stares back at you, eyes equally as wide as yours.

You both shout simultaneously—

“FUCK!”

After patching you up, the health team run a few more tests, mostly just tapping away at random parts of your bodies and taking notes on your reactions. All it really does is confirm that yes, you and Bakugou Katsuki are sharing an entire nervous system. Down to each breath you take.

And because of that, you’re both given (forced in Bakugou’s case) two weeks off, trusted to deal with the quirk’s effects sensibly, like adults— heroes, should.

It's quite strange, feeling parts of yourself move in ways they aren’t, but it isn’t the absolute worst. The smaller things, like the action of walking, are easy to ignore. It’s mainly the random pops of his quirk that gets to you, but even then it’s just a little twitch.

The first time he showers, however, you let out a shriek. It’s completely cold and although you know there’s nothing on you, you feel drenched to the bone.

You call him instantly and he laughs into your ear.

“Fuck am I meant to do?” He snorts. “Not shower?”

“You could’ve at least texted!” You huff, shoving your key into the lock. “I was still on the way home, the whole street heard me scream.”

That’s what really gets him going, laughing so loud he drowns out the sound of his shower still hammering down in the background. His laugh is so rambunctious you don’t realise he’s walking back in, until you feel the waves of icy cold water crashing over you, again.

“Katsuki!!!”

You’re lucky enough that Bakugou is meticulous, obsessive even, with a routine that never seems to waver. You’re quick to follow it, countering his insane 5am showers with your own warm and comfortable ones.

He did text you once about it though, telling you to “Turn the fucking heat down,” and spamming some jabber about you being a “Damn demon” from the “Depths of hell.”

You also find he’s absolutely restless. When he isn’t pattering about cooking— you assume from the heat, or paperwork— you can tell by the familiarly repetitive motions, he’s exercising. All the damn time. It’s a little condescending actually. While you spend your break how it should be spent, being a lazy fuck, he’s up and doing too many crunches to count. And what’s worse is that you can more than feel the lunges and squats, it actually tires you out. Even though you know you won’t reap any of the benefits, you have to lay down and catch your breath.

The first time you texted him a stern “I’m going to sleep. Don’t do anything to wake me up.” But by the third day it seems he’d figured out your routine and was surprisingly respecting it.

Maybe you give him too much credit.

Too hot. Everything is too hot. You’re not even awake enough to realise it’s your own skin that burns harshly, blood pumping wildly through your veins. Instead you go to kick off your blanket and attempt to roll out of bed.

And that’s when you feel it.

It’s fucking bizarre . Although there’s nothing there you can feel exactly where a dick should be. You can feel how his hand slides up and down. You can feel the knot in his stomach. Everything is too real.

You pray to yourself he’ll remember that his body isn’t just his right now! That you can feel each stroke of his thick fingers moving up and down. But he doesn’t stop, in anything he gets a little faster.

Then comes the second sensation. The feeling is unmistakable. It’s a warm, wet, human mouth. Around you— or the phantom appendage— sucking gently and that’s when you know you have to stop it.

It's pretty hard to walk, when you’re practically being sucked off, but you manage to grab your phone and dial his number furiously.

It rings once, then twice, and by the third time you know he’s ignoring you because the mouth stops and he smacks his own thigh, in turn yours .

The mouth resumes, and you’ve had enough. Grabbing your keys, trying your best not to keel over, you’re set on getting to his apartment, which for the first time you’re glad is actually nearby.

The drive is torturous. Really, you know you shouldn’t be driving at all, not as you have to grip the steering wheel tight, in fear if you let go you’d spasm wildly. Whoever Bakugou had on their knees, was doing a really good fucking job. The bastard was seeing heaven while you were trying your very best not to land yourself in hell, because of the sin of mass murdering late night pedestrians you only just swerve by.

Even the sporadic pinches to your thigh don’t deter him, instead he returns them with his own. All you can do is curse and hope the ceiling caves in. Or maybe the floor under him opens up— better yet if his dick were to entirely explode.

You’re utterly winded when you do finally reach his flat, knees nearly having buckled on the stairs up. When you get to his front door, you slam down hard.

“Katsuki, open the fucking door.” You knock without restraint, not caring for the neighbors. “I swear to god if you don’t-“

The door opens just as you're about to thrash it again, almost having you topple in. You catch yourself, of course, but Bakugou snorts at the sight.

“You couldn’t wait a fucking week?!” You shout before he can speak.

You look at him, shirtless, skin flushed and dewy. His sweats hang low, just barely fumbled on, revealing the sharp muscles under his skin, and a little trail of light brown hair that you have to force your eyes to stop following.

If you weren’t so mad you’d probably enjoy the sight. That somehow ticks you off even more.

“You seriously came all this way?”

“You weren’t picking up your calls!” You huff. “And it’s not like you forgot about the quirk.” You gesture wildly to your thigh, probably purple from all the pinching. “You prick!”

“And what do you want me to do.” Bakugou gives you a look of annoyance, as if he was the one inconvenienced. “Stop everything because of you?”

“Yes?!”

Bakugou then takes a step forward, suddenly looking taller. He towers over your form, with an intimidation you’re not often on the other side of.

“Tough shit princess.” You feel the words against you. “Just ‘cause you’re not getting any, doesn’t mean I’m not.”

You have to hold your tongue, clench your fists, and tense your arms, just so you don’t push him. Even without the quirk you were sure he could probably sense the anger building inside you.

But then a thought hits you.

Without saying a word, you slip your phone out your pocket and dial a number. Bakugou watches, confused but slightly curious.

The phone only rings once before the call is picked up. Your face lightens animatedly, losing its scowl and turning into something dramatically sweet.

“Izu…” You practically coo. “Are you free tonight?”

Bakugou’s face immediately drops at the name.

“Mhmm…” You hum. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You’re sure Bakugou can hear the man on the other end fluster but agree to what you’ve not-so subtly proposed. You give him a smug look before continuing.

“That’s good to know…” You give Bakugou a smile, just to be dramatic. “I could wear that dress you really-“

You’re cut off as Bakugou grabs your wrist, pressing end call and glaring at you.

“You wouldn’t.” He growls.

“Oh but I would.” You smile back, making sure to bare your teeth.

The two of you come to a standstill, waiting for the other to break the silence. It’s actually Bakugou who speaks first, finally yielding.

“Fucking fine!” Exasperated, he huffs. “Fuck, I’ll send her home.”

The smug look on your face comes to a quick halt as a realisation dawns upon you.

“I don’t know her do I?” You grab him and ask with genuine dread. “Katsuki, tell me I don’t know her.”

He doesn’t respond for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of you panicked.

“Katsuki!!”

“You don’t.” He waves you off. “Just a hookup.”

That surprises you. “Didn’t know you do hookups.”

“Didn’t know you were fucking Deku.” He spits it out like a slur. You’re not quite sure why though, you could’ve sworn they’d gotten over their childhood beef.

“I’m not.” You shrug. “But I could.”

Bakugou runs a hand through his hair, defeated and ready to kick the girl out. It’s a bit awkward now that you think of it. Neither him nor whoever was in his room right now had… gotten their release.

Not enthusiastic about watching him break a poor girl's heart, you turn to leave, it’s at the exact same time Bakugou goes to return, and brushes his— still very much sensitive— dick against the door.

“Shit.” You gasp as your legs jelly. It’s like a punch to the gut, sending shockwaves through your stomach.

Bakugou catches you by the arm before you can fall, then sighs.“Come inside. You can’t drive home like that.”

You follow him in, not making a fight, as if you could with the way your legs had weakened. You’ve been to his apartment before, many times, but mostly with others. So you’re not sure why there’s a sudden tension that doesn’t feel like frustration anymore. You just hope Bakugou can’t feel the way your tummy continues to flutter.

Bakugou returns, and there’s a twitch of something green in your chest when you see the women beside him. You don’t mean to stare, she’s decent at least, but you can’t help it. You try not to acknowledge that one of your first thoughts is to compare her to yourself, and feel disappointed at the lack of similarity.

You stop mentally analysing her when she shies away from your gaze. She looks guilty. And although, yes the situation is mortifying, you’re not sure why she looks so terribly remorseful. If anything it’s you that should be apologetic— and Bakugou most certainly.

She squeaks out a quick “Sorry” alongside a “I didn’t know” as she gathers up her stuff. Then she glares straight at Bakugou and flicks him off. That’s when it registers.

“Oh god no, not his girlfriend!” You correct quickly. “Definitely not the girlfriend.”

You don’t notice how Bakugou’s resting frown deepens.

The woman looks perplexed, but decides not to question it. You hear Bakugou give his own apology as he takes her to the door, attesting to the fact he wasn’t cheating. Still you feel a little bad watching her leave.

“Make sure to call her back and explain okay?” You’re a moralist, what can you say.

“Shut up.” Bakugou groans, making his way to his open kitchen. “Catch.” He throws you a bottle of water, still cold from the fridge. “Drink and rest a bit.”

You eye him cautiously. Why is he showing courtesy now.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Bakugou huffs, then turns his head away. There’s an expression you just about catch, that seems kind of… does he feel bad?

And for some reason that just makes you feel sheepish. Enough so that you have to turn away and focus on your water instead.

“Thought you were asleep at first.” There’s foreign sounding guilt in his voice. “And the quirk should’ve worn down by now.”

“Well it hasn’t.” You scoff, pointing a finger directly at him. “Don’t pull any shit like that again.”

Bakugou keeps to his word. He doesn’t fuck— or half fuck anyone else. Instead, his workouts become harsher, his routine now erratic. You can’t keep countering his cold morning showers, when he’s taking three a day and going straight back to the cardio as soon as he’s out. But you don’t dare ask him to cool it, you were the reason for all his pent up energy after all.

When your knuckles start to ache due to his new found interest in boxing, he at least has the decency to text you a blunt sorry.

“Don’t you have any other hobbies you can waste your time with.” With your phone lodged between your head and shoulder, you scold him. “I started cooking— ah !” You hiss as some oil spits at you.

“You’re lucky I’m used to explosions.” Bakugou snorts, amused. “You’re clearly doing a shit job, turn the fucking heat down.”

“Fuck off.” You turn the heat down. “My food’s gonna be perfect!”

“Hah, doubt it.”

“You can taste it yourself!” You say with a pop, licking some sauce that had gotten on your finger. “Already so good! You’ll see.”

You feel him suck in a breath but stay silent on the line.

“Why’d you call if you were gonna ignore me.”

“M’not.” His words come out a little mumbled. “Just, gonna go take a shower.”

“Oh!” You shove a lid onto your pan. “Let me get in too!”

He kisses his teeth at that. You don’t question why he’s annoyed.

The water hums comfortably over you. It’s nice and warm— not too warm, rather not risk another spam of texts— and it’s exactly what you needed after a day of dealing with Bakugou’s intense workouts.

You can vaguely feel his own cold shower under yours, but for the most part, the heat does well to cancel it out. You’re used to ignoring when Bakugou cleans his thighs. Even if you can feel his thick fingers like they’re actually on you. The same way the hot water counters his cold, you clean alongside him, to pretend all you can feel is your own hands. Brushing your fingers through your hair, you go through the rest of your routine. Making sure to thoroughly scrub at all your curves.

He’s out before you are, telling by the way your water suddenly feels much warmer. Your phone flashes from the counter, Bakugou texting you to hurry the hell up, and you take that as cue to finish.

You’re slow with your moisturising, slathering it on and massaging it into your skin. Bakugou pinches you through himself. You wonder why but ignore it and just get dressed.

He doesn’t text you again, instead feeling uncharacteristically still. Perhaps he’d gone to sleep? You snap him a picture of your dish anyways, if he won’t taste it he can get a good look at least. You’re about to dig in when a familiar sensation builds between your legs.

He’s— he’s fucking touching himself again—

Immediately, you go to text him, but his contact pops up first.

Bakugou [work]: It’s okay.

Bakugou [work]: It’s just me.

Bakugou [work]: Let me have this

You’re not even sure how to respond, but you do end up abandoning your meal and take seat on your sofa.

Me: it’s so weird

Me: I can feel everything

He spits on his hand, the wetness gross. Yet you can’t seem to hate it.

Bakugou [work]: you think I can’t feel you?

Bakugou [work]: soaping yourself up? Touching your fucking tits?

You’re lucky he can’t see you. You’d be embarrassed out of your mind. Maybe because it was nothing unusual to you, you had forgotten it would feel different to a man.

His text bubble appears once, then disappears and appears again. Finally he continues.

Bakugou [work]: just go to sleep if it bothers you so much

His hands still stroke himself but a little languidly, as if to give you option to ignore it. You don’t.

Me: how am I supposed to sleep if you’re doing that!

His hands still, you can just imagine his laugh.

Bakugou [work]: think of it like a massage

He starts up again.

Bakugou [work]: I can tell you like it

Your body betrays you and he knows.

Me: you’re an asshole

Just as you send the message you feel his hands thumb his tip and the sharp feeling of pleasure that comes with it. It’s embarrassing that your first thought is so that’s how he likes it.

Bakugou does it once more before returning back to stroke his shaft. The pace he sets is dangerously addictive. It works him up and in turn you. You’re almost keeling when you send your next text.

Me: Fuck it

He types again but you pay no mind, shoving your free hand down your trousers and brushing over your clit. You rub gently for a second but with your slick having gathered and spread, you realise it’s not enough.

A text flashes on screen as you press finger into yourself. You feel Katsuki tense.

Bakugou [work]: easy pr incess

You don’t go easy. Instead you rub at your clit faster, one finger still dipping into you. Katsuki pinches his thigh, which you ignore and continue.

Then your screen flashes a different image. A picture of Dynamight, ripped straight from your company’s website, his contact photo.

“Fuck-“ You sigh, picking up the call. “What is it.”

“You complain and then start touching yourself?” Bakugou accuses, not letting up his own pumps.

The faint slick noises in the background of his words, makes your stomach do flips. The sudden image of his cock wet and dripping now at the forefront of your mind. You don’t realise how your own moments get faster, but Bakugou does.

“Oi.” He pants. “Slow the fuck down.”

“Are you about to come?” You let out a breathy laugh. “So fast?”

The reply you get is a harsh pinch to your nipple, one that makes you arch a little. It feels good.

“Shit, you liked that?” Bakugou says, in a voice that practically speaks his smirk. He pinches again and this time you really moan.

“Stop it.” you whine, pushing your fingers in again, rutting against your hand.

“Why?” Bakugou does it again and again, making you push into your hand, deeper. “You— fuck— you really like it.”

“Katsuki.”

You feel a sharp tug of pleasure, from him.

“Oh…” you giggle. “And do you like it when I call your n-name?”

“Shut—“ he hisses, thumbing his tip, “—the fuck up.”

“Are you sure you want that?” You tease, touching yourself the way you know your body, and his, will enjoy. “Ka-tsu-ki.”

He only responds with a deep groan, something that edges a whine. You didn’t think you could get more turned on.

“Like you’re not getting wet when I talk to you, princess .”

Now that has your tummy twisting, stomach sinking with growing lust. Your body clenches around your fingers without permission, and you can’t even attempt to hold the moan.

“Shit,that made you fuckin’ squeeze .” He huffs, hands getting faster. “Ke-keep doing that.” He says as you work your fingers well. “Fuck . Feels so fucking good sweetheart.”

You comply, fully knowing you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. Each stroke of his, paired with your indulgence, just brings you closer and closer to—

“Kats’— I’m gonna—“

“Fuck, me too [Name], me too .” His breaths are erratic and so are the wet sounds of his cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to come. Especially with how pent up he, and evidently you had been. It’s sort of magic, how you can feel the exact moment where the coil in him snaps, and how it dominoes onto you, forcing you to come with him.

So blissed out, it takes a while for everything to catch up with you. The same goes for Bakugou.

“We shoul…”

“Do you want to…”

You both start at the same time, and stop, embarrassed by what you want to suggest.

There’s silence that feels like it burns, you’re not used to the heat like he is. You need it gone.

“Can I come over tomorrow?”

As you drive the nerves start to rise. Perhaps it’s knowing you’re going over for sex . It isn’t like the random visits you’ve made before that end in you staying a little longer, this is specific.

You’re going over to have sex with Bakugou Katsuki.

Standing in front of his apartment you nearly turn back, his door somehow intimidatingly tall, too hard to knock.

You don’t get to run however, not when Bakugou opens it immediately.

He stands there, freshly showered, in only a tank and shorts. He looks fucking good.

“You just gonna stand there?”

“Shut up” You push past him and take off your coat. He watches, entertained by your familiarity and the polite way you take off your shoes and line them up neatly.

“Youre being weird” Bakugou observes. “Its just me”

It ticks you off a little how casual he’s being. As if it means nothing, that the night before meant nothing, that what you��re about to do means nothing.

“Oi, what is it?” Bakugou is quick to sense your apprehension.

“How are you being so normal about this,” you hiss. “do you even want to…” It’s hard to admit you’re nervous. “Do it…”

Bakugou looks at you, baffled. Which you return with a scowl. It’s like he can see the wheels turning in your head because before you can even open your mouth to speak, he's kissing you.

His mouth is warm against yours, surprisingly soft for all the venom that leaves it. It’s also surprisingly sweet, he kisses you like it would hurt to pull away.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he groans with the breath he takes. “All fucking day, Angel”

His hands roam and squeeze and when you place yours on him he almost whines. Mouthing at your neck, his fingers trail downwards, to cup you through your skirt.

“You think I don’t want this?”

There’s a second where he stills, asking for your silent go ahead, and when you push into his hands he takes that glady. His fingers rub over your underwear, easily finding your clit and pressing firmly. He feels it in him, how sensitive you are, and he has to take a breath to calm down.

Slowly you feel him pull away, and he has to gently shush you before continuing.

“Why are you teasing me.” You don’t mean to pout.

“M’not.” He hums, lowering down your body with kisses over your clothes. “Just let me taste you.”

He’s on his knees before you can dispute, pushing his way under your skirt and ripping straight through your underwear. Bakugou just nips at your thigh when you give him a reprimanding tug.

You’re swollen and wet, pulsing in front of his eyes. Slick clings to your folds and he stares at the way your pussy almost glimmers for him.

And when you look down, he’s his own sight to behold.

Dynamight, on his knees, flushed with kiss swollen lips. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead, a debauched reminder of the moisture that clings to him. His eyes are blown out, only a small ring of red circling his glittering pupils. You can see all of desire in him. You think you could stare at him forever.

But Bakugou has never been a patient man, and he doesn’t let you any longer. He attaches his mouth over you without warning.

There isn’t the soft beginnings of timid kisses and shy licks, he is indulgent. Voracious in the way he eats you out. It’s selfish. He seeks his own pleasure through you.

“You like this more than me.”

He winks an eye open and then rolls it.

“If I knew this shit felt so good I’d do it more.” He murmurs before diving straight back in.

Knowing exactly how and where it feels good, Bakugou had been given the ultimate cheat sheet to a woman’s body. The first cheat sheet he was ever intent on using.

“Kats…” You still hold reservations, not wanting to admit you’re getting close. “If you keep…”

He moans into you. “I know.”

He speeds up, disregarding any of your pleas to slow down. You realise he wants you to come. All over his face, all over him . He doesn’t hesitate in making it clear that he’ll have you coming undone right here, right now.

You can feel it in your own hair, how tightly you pull on his. It's masochistic how that makes the coil in you wind even worse. Katsuki takes that as encouragement to continue.

It hits you quickly, and it’s embarrassing how you gush all over him. Without shame, Bakugou smiles into your still spasming pussy.

“Fuck.” Finally steadying his breaths, Bakugou groans. Still on his knees, you’re afraid to look down at the mess you’ve made.

“Did you…” you ask, feeling a little selfish.

“No.” He shakes his head, scrambling up to stand. “But I gotta be inside of you, now.”

Not another word can be said before he hoists you up onto his shoulder. You can’t even fathom the sudden change in height as he barrages through his flat and throws you, albeit gently, onto his bed. You nearly kick him at the audacity until you catch the darkening reds of his eyes.

Oh he’s going to ruin you.

Bakugou pulls off his shirt, body overrun with heat, and is on top of you almost instantly. His kiss this time is heavy and hot and everything but gentle. There’s something disgustingly erotic about being able to taste yourself on his tongue. It makes you crave him.

“In. Kats, in .” You can't even speak full sentences, only one thing on your mind. “In!”

“Yeah, okay— fuck okay” he huffs, pulling his dick out and palming it. Like the rest of his body, his cock stands with a pink flush. You’d call it pretty to tease if you weren't salivating at the sight. Instead you grab at him, to help line him up.

He holds it there for a moment. Just outside your pulsing entrance. You reach out to rub his arm, hoping to ease his hesitance.

It’s utterly confusing.

Feeling him enter you, from both your perspective and his. In fact it’s a little frightening. Neither of you can hide how much it fucks with your heads.Your eyes squeeze shut and you can feel his hands fist the sheet beside you. There's a wetness along your eyelashes, a stutter in his breath. It’s all too much.

A warm hand upon your forehead brings you back to reality. Katsuki pushes your hair out the way, and brings his lips down to kiss you. If you weren’t already in tears, you’d probably start crying all over again. It’s too sweet of a gesture. A kiss to the forehead. Something hidden begins to warm in your chest.

“Don’t…” You gasp. “Don’t fuck me like it means something.”

His expression shifts into something pitiful.

“You’re an idiot.” He says through kisses. “If you can’t see it, you’re an idiot.”

“What.” You whine.

“You think I don’t care for you?” Kissing a tear away, he explains. “You think I’d do this shit for anyone?”

“[Name]” He kisses off the pout that forms on your lips. “I fucking like you.”

Its like everything stops. Then everything bursts. Fuck . He likes you. The same way you’ve been pretending you don’t this whole time.

“Shit.” Katsuki recoils at the silence. “I shouldn’t—”

This time it's you who cuts him off from spiralling, kissing him and pushing your hips closer. He reaches deeper and though it’s so so much, you wouldn’t trade the feeling for the world.

The two of you are quick to find a rhythm, intrinsically linked and sickeningly pleasurable. It should be overwhelming, but his hand in yours keeps you grounded. His presence protects you.

When he hits a particular spot inside you, you jolt in surprise. And Katsuki whines. Actually whines. His voice at a foreign pitch. He doesn’t let you anticipate his next thrust, for he pushes back instantly, hitting that spot over and over again.

It’s a sticky mess of needy sobs and heavy breaths, bodies pressed together with heavy desire. He doesn’t have to wonder how good you feel, he knows . So when something bubbles up inside of you, he’s quick to chase it.

“Gonna…” You can hardly get the words out, not that you need to.

He responds by letting his fingers trail down and over your clit. His circles are impatient, taking, and you’d laugh at how spoilt he was, if you weren’t enjoying it so badly yourself.

It’s when he brings his lips down to yours one last time, does everything finally topple over.

It absolutely shatters you.

One orgasm alone is enough, but having two? Of both male and female? It’s devastating. It whites out your vision, blocks out any sound— all you can feel is the rapture that comes from the two of you.

It takes a good few minutes for either of you to calm down and unattach yourselves. But even then you cling to him, wanting him as close as possible. He gives in despite his own fatigue, holding you while his fingers run up and down your arm to soothe. You don’t even realise the quirk has faded, your bodies in sync with or without.

“Could get addicted…” Katsuki breaks the silence first, a small chuckle in his words. “Women are fucking lucky.”

You’re finally starting to notice the way you can no longer feel your own body through his and look at him with sympathy. You give him a pitiful pat— the wonders of the female body, he would never forget it.

You sit in his embrace a little longer, ignoring him shuffle about when your phone starts to ring. The screen lights up to his contact, but before you can question why, he speaks.

“I’m still ‘Bakugou [work]?’”

It takes a moment for you to understand what he’s talking about and when you do, you laugh.

“And a picture from the site?” He frowns, pinching your cheek. “Seriously?”

“Bet you don’t even have one for me.”

“Yes I fucking do.” Katsuki shoves his phone in your face.

And true to his word, he does in fact have a photo for you. It’s one you’re surprised he even has. It isn’t snagged off a news article, or even one of those fansites that for some reason existed— it’s a picture of the two of you, a candid Kirishima was probably responsible for.

“Why’d you pick that.” You snort, zooming into the photo. “You can barely see me.”

Katsuki shoves his chin down to your shoulder before snatching back his phone. “You looked cute.” He mumbles. “Tha’s all.”

There’s a conversation to be had, even if you’re hesitant. You put on a brave face and ask.

“You really like me, don’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Fine I won’t tell you how I really like you.”

Katsuki nudges you with his cheek, and when you peek over at him, there’s a resting pink under his skin.

He can be so cute sometimes. You wonder if anyone else has seen him like this.

Then you remember.

“What about that girl?!” You don’t mean to sound accusatory, but you’re sure the unprompted pout that comes with your words says enough.

“You’re jealous?” Katsuki teases, you feel the smile against your skin. Then it turns into a little frown. “What about you and…” He can’t even say it.

“We haven’t done anything!” You correct him immediately. “We’ve only made out.”

“Oh shut up, don’t tell me.” He grumbles, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth to his. “You’re mine now.” He’s asking, begging even, you can tell. “Okay?””

You smile and swerve his next kiss, shaking your head. “Maybe take me on a date first.”

“I was going to—” He looks a bit scandalised, you didn’t realise he could be so traditional. “Fuck off I was.”

“So what made you wait.” You shouldn’t push, but it’s fun to watch his fluster. “The sex?”

“Could feel you doing everything.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, realising your game. “Like you were under my fuckin’ skin.”

“And that turned you on?”

He reaches out to cup your breasts. “Of course that shit turned me on. ‘Was like my own hand.” He squeezes. “Cant blame a man.”

You realise only now is he finally touching you on his own. Without your sensations overriding his. You let him have his fascination. You don’t stop his hands from exploring.

Instead you sink into his curiosity, a little interested yourself to see how far it’ll go.

Haiii I hope the concept isn’t confusing, tried to make it make sense 🤾🏽

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feat. katsuki bakugou x fem! reader. fluff. wc 1k.

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he’s waiting outside by the time you’re set and ready to head home from work, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket and seemingly uncaring of the busy world around him. the evening sun seems to favor him most, doing it’s best to blind him from the entrance of the building even if he does have on his favorite all might cap.

he's noticeable to you the moment you exit, and he doesn’t register an incoming you until you engulf him in a hug he’s quick to reciprocate.

“waiting a whole 25 minutes before i’m out? you’re so my boyfriend.” you say, teasing the propensity he has of never being late.

“you’re out early, ya miss me?” he mumbles, taking his first look at you.

you shake your head. “mm-mm, you don’t let me.”

bakugou leans down for a kiss, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you closer like he can't stand even an inch of distance between the two of you. kissing him is the furthest thing from rough, his fingers always tracing some part of your skin. he pulls back a fraction to then peck the space between your brows. "cause i know you’d hate it, complain n' shit too.”

you roll your eyes, lips still tingling from his warmth as your hand finds his and you tug him from his position to urge him to start walking.

. . .

you end up at his place, tucked into his side with your hands wrapped around his torso as he stirs at what's on the stove.

you're talking his ear off, detailing the drama-filled environment that is your new job. he offers his occasional ruling on who was in the wrong, but it's not long before he claims you're working with a bunch idiots and should they try anything petty like that with you, he'd have to step in.

you laugh softly. "i love you but don't declare war on my entire office." you lean your cheek against his shoulder and hug him from behind. "not yet anyways.”

"nah, everyone down to the final boss lady." he retorts with the same confidence that one blasting hero that you see on tv displays.

“boss lady who? you mean the one who could literally end my entire career with a single email.” you remind him.

he grunts like he’s actually thinking about it but is still undeterred.

“and accounting? they’ve got spreadsheets that could bring you to your knees.”

he tilts his body, balancing himself on one foot and you do the same. “i deal with villains, what’s a couple of numbers?”

you shake your head into him while he switches to the other foot. katsuki’s alway had his way of being overly protective of the people he loves even if it’s in the form of literal death threats.

you squeeze him tighter.

“what is it?” he hums, nothing short of perceptive.

“i’m thinking about how much i like you.”

he turns around so he’s facing you and then leans himself against the counter. there’s a softness in his eyes—one that he let’s only you ever witness. his hand makes it’s way to your lower back, and his fingers trace the skin on the back of your arm.

“that’s old new—.”

“—and how much i like all the things you do for me. all of them, even when i don’t ask or might not even know i need it.”

“i do it cause i want to." his hands are off you now, stubbornly crossed against his chest. "cause you’re important to me.”

you smile.

“and when did that start?”

you can see how that question surprises him a bit by how he looks at you, but he’s quick to understand how you mean it when curious eyes bore into his own.

"probably when you told me you wouldn’t be friends with someone with shitty hair like mine.”

the memory comes to you in a flash— during your 3rd-year of highschool where you met him at a volunteering center the two of you worked at for graduation requirements.

something about his blonde attitude annoyed you and the clash soon came over something stupid. he barked about it and you didn’t know yourself to be less stubborn, so you stood your ground.

at the end of the day you approached him apologizing about the whole thing, brushing it off and telling him how you look forward to working with him so arguing over such things was silly.

your way of doing things was different and he knew picking a bone with you over it wasn’t right, but that hadn’t meant he wanted an apology. he had liked the pout of your mouth to one side when you were unsatisfied or how you weren’t afraid to disagree with any of his ideas.

something about this told him you wouldn’t interact with him in that way he was used to, so he panicked and blurted out the only thing that he thought could make you stay.

“can you..” he’d hesitated, as he realized he’s never said: “do you want to be friends?”

that’s when you’d uttered those words to him, told him in a joking manner you’d never be friends someone with hair like that. granted, nothing was wrong with his hair, it’d over grown a bit but you hadn’t known that; it was just the easiest thing to make fun of in that moment when he’d been standing before you, face focused in anticipation for an answer and his cheeks dusted with a red tint shade of embarrassment.

pointing it out was a diversion, a red herring to conceal how much the blonde had been occupying your mind for weeks.

you'd only laughed and hurried to your waiting friend on the other side of the street.

“i never said it was shitty.” you say, pulling yourself back to the present and heading to the cupboard to grab some bowls. “i was annoyed you had hair that suited you and your personality well, you know?"

he doesn't say he does but instead gives you a disapproving look.

"what?"

"you were bothered my hair matched me?"

"yeah because everything about you already screamed ‘i’m better than everyone’ then your hair had to go and match, you know?"

he doesn't.

"just say you do."

"just say you liked it."

"okay fine, why'd you have to go and cut it the next day?" you fling it at him like it's something you don't take lightly.

the reason he did wasn’t lost on you the next morning when you’d bumped into him, a hand of his nervously raking the back of his neck. but that didn’t mean you didn’t like hearing him say it.

"a haircut was long overdue, the jeanist agency was close by and... you know."

“i don’t.” you shake your head wanting to get him to continue.

"i wanted to be something to you."

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU!!” you let out a loud gasp at his confession, feigning shock like you can’t believe what he’s saying. he blinks, caught off guard but catches on to your teasing quickly.

“oh shut up.” he pushes himself off the counter and moves towards you.

“DID YOU JUST—?” you back up away from him and circle the island, wanting to drag out this situation for as long as you could before he got to you.

“LIKE I DON’T CONFESS MY UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU EVERYDAY!” he points a finger, an all-too-familiar gesture that tells you to stop moving. laughter bubbles out of your throat and you consider surrendering, but scandalizing his words you decide is too much fun.

“no this can’t go unchecked, katsuki what will the neighbors think?”

he turns around the corner only to turn clockwise, and in seconds you're in his arms again before you can speak.

“just stay still...” he murmurs, his voice low as he pulls you in for a deep kiss, lips eclipsing yours with a hunger that steals the breath from your lungs and grounds you in a way that feels both exhilarating and calming. you sink into the warmth of his body enveloping you, every teasing remark forgotten in the firm hold of his hands.

bakugou thinks about all the times in his life he’s had to chase you—how each confession and stubborn sulk had been a step towards having you right here: so close enough to catch.

when he finally pulls back the both of you are breathless, the snug confine of the kitchen walls being the only witness to such ardor.

“i love you.” you blurt, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

“I love you.” he replies, the depth of his love spoken for with his eyes.

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sakuraszn · 6 months ago

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ⵌ THE JEALOUS HERO !

ft. katsuki bakugo x assistant! reader

synopsis. Bakugo gets increasingly agitated when fans and other heroes flirt with his assistant during this annual hero party. His possessiveness eventually boils over, forcing him to confront his feelings.

cw. sfw content┊fluff ┊mutual feelings┊cocky bakugo┊jealousy and possessive acts┊flirtatious attitudes between these two

nia’s notes. I don’t know why but I have this obsession between boss/ceo and assistant routes they’re honestly just too good. might make future drabbles between these two🤭1.5k words.

The annual Hero Gala was supposed to be a celebration. A night when the best and most promising in hero society gathered to let loose and toast their accomplishments. However, for Katsuki Bakugo, it was a task—just another loud, crowded event where he had to deal with suckups and reporters all in your face asking dumb questions and trying to get into your personal life any chance they got. But this year, things were different. This year, he wasn’t just a lone wolf. This year, he had you.

As his assistant, you were always at his side, managing schedules, coordinating media appearances, and generally keeping him from blowing up at everyone who annoyed him; which was almost everyone who came into the presence of the "Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamite". You were humorous, smart, and had a sharp tongue that Bakugo secretly found entertaining when you used it on others. And though he’d never admit it, he liked having you around. Perhaps too much.

The ballroom was packed with heroes in their finest suits and dresses. The chandeliers glittered overhead, and soft music played as waiters threaded through the crowd with trays of champagne. Bakugo, dressed in a sleek black suit with orange accents that matched his hero costume, stood near the edge of the room, scowling into his glass of sparkling water.

You stood beside him, dressed in a deep red gown that hugged your figure and shimmered in the low light. You’d pulled your hair back, exposing the curve of your neck, and Bakugo found himself glancing at it more often than he liked.

“Try to smile,” you teased, nudging him lightly. “You look like you’re about to kill someone.”

“I might if one more idiot comes over here,” he grumbled, eyes watching the crowd.

You laughed, and the sound made his chest tighten. “Lighten up, Dynamite. It’s a party.”

Before he could retort, a group of his old friends approached, one of them—Denki, a flashy hero from another agency—zeroing in on you.

“Hey, Bakugo,” Denki greeted, barely sparing him a glance before turning his full attention to you. “And who’s this lovely lady?”

You smiled politely. “I’m Bakugo’s assistant.”

“Assistant, huh?” Denki said his grin widening. “Didn't expect Kacchan to have an assistant, you must be a miracle worker to put up with this guy.”

Bakugo bristled, his grip tightening on his glass.

“She’s not here to be flirted with Dunce Face,” he snapped, stepping closer to you.

Denki raised his hands in surrender, laughing. “Relax, man. I’m just being friendly.”

“Don’t.” Bakugo's voice was low, like a storm brewing on the horizon, filled with a tension that made the air crackle.

You tugged gently on his arm, your touch grounding him. “It’s fine, Katsuki,” you reassured, meeting his intense gaze with a sweet smile.

For a moment, he stood there, caught off guard by the way your voice softened his name. It was disarming. Before he could find his words, you turned to get a drink, leaving him alone with Denki and the rest of his rowdy friends.

“She’s got you on a leash, huh?” Denki teased, laughter bubbling up in the air. Bakugo felt the heat rise in his chest, fury bubbling just beneath the surface. He glared at Denki, struggling to contain the impulse to unleash an explosive retort—specifically directed at this idiot beside him. The last thing he needed was to be the punchline of this dumb gala, especially when you had just walked away.

The night dragged on, and Bakugo’s mood only deepened. Everywhere he turned, someone was talking to you, laughing with you, flirting with you. He watched as a top hero from another agency leaned in too close for his liking, as a rookie hero handed you a rose and as a civilian guest tried to touch your arm.

And through it all, you smiled and handled it with grace, completely clueless of the storm brewing inside Bakugo.

By the time the gala was winding down, he’d had enough. He found you near the bar, chatting with a group of heroes he didn’t recognize, and stormed over.

“We’re leaving,” he barked, grasping your wrist.

You blinked up at him in surprise. “What? The event isn’t over yet—”

“I don’t care. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a response, he pulled you out of the ballroom and into a quiet hallway.

“Katsuki, what the hell?” you pressed, yanking your arm free.

He rounded on you, his crimson eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing? Letting all those idiots flirt with you like that?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? I wasn’t ‘letting’ anyone do anything. I was being polite.”

“Polite, my ass!” he snarled, his voice cutting through the stillness of the hallway. “They were all over you!”

You stepped forward, confusion and anger rushing through your veins. “So what if they were?” you shot back, arms crossed tight against your chest. “Why does it even matter to you?”

His eyes blazed like twin stars ready to explode. “Because you’re fucking mine!” The confession erupted from him, raw and unfiltered, filling the air with a tension that was noticeable. Silence hung between you, heavy and thick, as if the heavens itself held its breath.

You blinked, stunned, words trapped in your throat.

“What?”

As the realization of his outburst washed over him, Bakugo looked away, his expression a storm of confusion and anger. He ran a frustrated hand through his spiky hair, trying to regain control. “I mean… You work for me. You’re my assistant. You’re not supposed to…” His voice faltered, frustration boiling over like a raging inferno. “Damn it!”

The intensity in his gaze ignited something inside you—an unrelenting pull that drew you closer. “Katsuki,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, yet filled with a heartfelt urgency. “Is that really what this is about?”

The silence stretched, the weight of unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings pressing down like the world’s greatest burden. Each heartbeat pulsed with a longing that was impossible to ignore. You could see the conflict raging within him; pride clashed with vulnerability, and fear tangled with desire.

“Why do you care?” you pressed on softly, craving for him to let down his walls, to reveal the truth that lay just beneath the surface. “What you feel—it’s not wrong.”

For a fleeting moment, the mask slipped, and you caught a glimpse of the man behind the hero—a man torn between his duty and the simmering emotions that threatened to consume him. “I don’t want to see you with anyone else,” he admitted, his voice thick with vulnerability, eyes darkening. “It drives me insane.”

At that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you standing on the edge of something you both craved yet feared. Could you leap into the unknown together, or would pride keep you forever apart? The air crackled with unknown possibilities, and one truth beamed brighter than all: what you held for each other was far from simple. It was complicated, messy, and real—more than either of you had ever bargained for.

He didn’t answer, refusing to meet your gaze as his face grew warm with a dust of red painting the heroes cheeks.

You reached out, gently touching his arm. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

He sighed, finally looking at you. “I don’t like seeing other people flirt with you, okay? It pisses me off. And I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do. Because… Because I like you. More than I should.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then you smiled, your expression soft. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” You chuckled.

“what?”

“You’ve been jealous all night over nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “If you’d just told me how you felt sooner, we could’ve avoided all this drama.”

Bakugo blinked. “Wait… You’re not mad?”

“Mad? No.” You grinned. “Relieved, actually I’ve been waiting for you to figure this out for a while now.”

He stared at you, his brain struggling to catch up. “You… like me too?”

“Obviously,” you teased, stepping closer. “Why else do you think I put up with you?”

He huffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re still annoying.”

“And you’re still a hothead,” you shot back. “But I guess we balance each other out.”

Before he could respond, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his with a warmth that caught him off guard. The kiss was deep and lingering, an intoxicating blend of intensity and passion that silenced any sarcastic retorts he might have had. You felt the heat radiate from him, and for once, Bakugo didn’t argue, melting into the moment as the world around you faded away.

bonus:

The next day, the Hero Gala was the talk of the city, but Bakugo didn’t care. Let them gossip. Let them imagine. All that mattered was that you were his—and he wasn’t about to let anyone take you away.

He might not have been the best at expressing his feelings, but he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him every. damn. day.

Because if there was one thing Katsuki Bakugo never did, it was half-ass anything.

And loving you was no exception.

©sakuraszn! xoxo

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abvsz · 9 days ago

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somebody new.ೃ࿐prohero!katsukixmom!reader

summary- Dynamight saved your life but he couldn’t seem to get your picture out his mind. Either can you, until he saw you and your 2 year old at a cafe near by his apartment.

a/n; kind of sad in the beginning so sorry and REALLY BAD IM SORRY I HAVE TO STEP IT UP😣

masterlist!

chapter 1

There you are. Cold. Rainy. And Gloomy. He only took a glimpse at you in the air. You’re on the ground unlike him. He could barely even see you anyways so he doesn’t think about it. But why would he pay attention to you? Why would you pay attention to him? He’s busy, you’re busy. But it’s different this time. It’s cold, rainy, and gloomy. Lips pale while your little boy is playing with his nanny warm in a big nice blanket. But you’re cold. Wall only supporting your head down to your back. You can’t see anything. Oh. Well you can for a bit. The men who took off your clothes in the freezing cold, walking away slowly. Maybe to get something? Or, i hope, to get in a car and drive away far from here? Phone ringing in the rain. All you can think about is your boy. Izumi. You can hear footsteps. Oh no, you think. Are they going to drug me again? Are they going to hit, and punch me again? Or is it.. someone else? You try to open your eyes, really hard.

“shit you’re freezing, it’s okay, I got you.”

warm.. so.. warm? Rough pads of someone’s fingers pick you up. You’re wearing clothes again.. you think.. he’s just so.. warm.. you open your eyes to look at him. You don’t recognize him, or know him. Your eyes flutter shut leaving to the warm hands you were in.

You gasp for air, like you haven’t in years. Eyes wide open, but you’re in a hospital? You were hoping what happened was a dream. It felt like it.

The hospital light hums above you, cold and clinical. You're awake, but the world still feels distant. You don’t remember how you got here—only the rain, the pain, the fear—and then a voice. A voice that pulled you from the edge.

“It’s okay, I got you.” Keeps repeating in your mind like a throb.

And warmth. A kind of warmth that didn’t feel real. Not like the sun, but like protection. Like safety.

You try to ask the nurse who brought you in, but they only offer vague answers: A pro hero found you. You were lucky. That’s all they’ll say.

But he’s gone. No name. Just a silent ghost in your memory.

Across town, Bakugou leans against the glass window of his apartment, scowling at the rain. Again. The same kind of night he found you.

He tells himself he’s imagining things. That the flash of your face—half-frozen, eyes dazed—isn’t burned into his skull. That he didn’t check the café twice this week. That he didn’t ask his agency if they knew your name.

He did, of course. And they didn’t.

No report filed. No ID on record. No thanks left behind.

Bakugou clenches his jaw. He should forget about you. He should let it go. People are saved every day. That’s the job.

But he can’t shake it—the image of your pale lips, the way your body went limp in his arms, how you gasped like you hadn’t breathed in years.

That wasn’t just a job.

He doesn’t know your name. You don’t know his face. But something is pulling the thread tighter.

And he’s not sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want to find you.

Your hands shake even under the hospital blanket. Not from the cold—it’s long gone now—but from something else. Something that settled in your bones and won’t leave. The nurse says you’re stable, that the IV will help, that you’ll need rest. You nod like you’re listening. But all you can hear is that voice.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Not the voice of a stranger. Not anymore. You cling to the sound like a rope keeping you tethered. And you wonder—how long did he carry you? Did he look away when they found you like that, bruised and broken and stripped of everything but shame? Did he look at you at all?

You want to believe he did. You want to believe there was kindness behind those words. Protection. Because for a moment—just a second—you felt safe.

You press your palm to your lips. They don’t tremble anymore, but they’re still pale. The nurse catches your gaze again.

“Do you remember anything?” she asks gently.

You swallow. Nod. Then lie. “Not much.”

Because what would you even say? That someone warm found you in the rain, and you don’t even know what he looks like?

You trace the word hero in your mind. Could’ve been anyone. But your gut says otherwise. Whoever he was, he didn’t just pass by. He stayed. You remember his grip. Steady. Strong. Gentle.

Some part of you wants to find him. Not for answers. Not for closure. But because something inside you won’t rest until you do.

Across town, Bakugou hasn’t moved from the window in hours.

He doesn’t notice the sweat cooling on his skin after his evening training. Doesn’t notice the missed call from Kirishima. Doesn’t notice the tea on the table gone cold.

What he does notice is that every time it rains, he looks out the window. Every damn time.

He tells himself it’s just instinct—heroes are trained to watch, to listen, to stay on alert. But he knows that’s a load of crap. He’s not just watching the city. He’s waiting for a ghost.

You.

He’s tried to rationalize it. Maybe it was trauma talking. Maybe it was just the adrenaline. Maybe he was just doing his job. But nothing about that night felt routine. Nothing about you felt forgettable.

Bakugou isn’t good with delicate things. He never has been. He breaks things by accident just by being too much. Too loud, too harsh, too honest.

But when he touched you, when he lifted your body out of the mud and filth and hell—he was careful.

You were so light. Too light. Your breath barely there.

He’s haunted by the way you blinked up at him—once—and then passed out like your soul had given up. Something about that one blink undid something in him.

He doesn’t even know your name, but it’s like you’ve taken up permanent residence in his mind. Like the rain, like the cold, like the nights where sleep doesn’t come.

Bakugou finally pulls away from the window, grabs his jacket. Not because he knows where he’s going.

But because he has to go.

He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, but he knows it when he feels it.

And he felt you.

It’s been weeks since the hospital. Your body’s healing faster than your mind, but your son—Izumi—is too young to see the fractures still stitched across your thoughts. He just knows Mama holds him a little tighter now. That she’s always watching the door.

But today is different.

It’s the first time you’ve taken him to the little corner café by the bookstore. The one with the honey-colored lighting and old jazz humming low through the speakers. It’s quiet. Safe. You’re tucked into the corner booth, Izumi coloring with fat crayons while you sip lukewarm coffee like it’s some kind of anchor.

You’re trying. That has to count for something.

You do your research on this hero and find out who he is, Katsuki Bakugo-Pro Hero Dynamight, you know it’s him, you can feel it in your heart.

The bell over the door rings.

You glance up out of habit—and freeze.

It’s him.

You know it’s him. You’d only seen his face for a moment, through slitted eyes and pain-thick haze, but there’s no mistaking that energy. That presence.

Tall, broad shoulders visible in his dark hero costume, heavy boots drag through the cafe. Blonde hair spiked and wind-swept from the weather. A sharp gaze that flickers across the café, lands on you for a heartbeat—

And skips past like he doesn’t know you.

Your breath catches.

He walks to the counter like nothing happened. Like you’re not there.

But you saw it. The pause. The flicker in his eyes. He recognized you. You’re sure of it.

Izumi tugs your sleeve. “Mama, you okay?”

You nod, blinking fast. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine.”

But you’re not. Because now your heart is racing in that same frantic rhythm it did in the rain. Not from fear. From something else.

He orders something black, no sugar. Sits across the café, back to the wall. Not facing you—but not not facing you either.

And then he leaves.

He comes again the next day.

Doesn’t say a word. Just walks in, orders, stays for twenty minutes, and leaves. Sometimes he glances over when he thinks you’re not looking. Never when your son’s watching.

You don’t know what you’re expecting. For him to walk over and say something? Anything?

But he never does. Not with Izumi there. Like he’s waiting for the right moment. Or maybe he thinks you don’t remember him. Maybe he’s protecting you by keeping the distance.

You start going to the café more. Not because you’re hoping. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

But you always sit in the same booth. And your eyes always flick to the door when the bell rings.

And Bakugou? He keeps showing up.

Same time. Same drink. Same silence.

And yet, something keeps growing in the quiet between you—something fragile and electric.

Until one day, Izumi’s home sick. You almost don’t go, but something in you says: today.

You walk in alone.

He’s already there.

And this time, when he looks up—

He doesn’t look away.

The café is quieter than usual.

Rain slips down the windows in steady trails, and the jazz playing overhead sounds softer today, more distant. You’re alone. No crayon marks on the table, no tiny voice asking for another cookie. Just your coffee, cooling in your hands.

You don’t even look up when the bell chimes.

You already know it’s him.

Footsteps pause. You can feel it like a shift in pressure.

And then—

He walks toward you.

You glance up, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

He stands at the edge of your table, fingers tapping against his coffee cup. Jaw tense. Eyes locked on yours.

For a second, neither of you speak. Just… watch each other.

Then, quietly—like he doesn’t want to startle you—he says,

“You remember me.”

You nod. “I do.”

He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.

“Your kid,” he says, clearing his throat. “Didn’t wanna bother you when he was around. Figured you’d—” he stops, clicks his tongue, looks away, “—didn’t wanna make shit weird.”

You give a small smile. It doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but it’s real. “You didn’t. You don’t.”

Bakugou hesitates. Then pulls out the chair across from you.

“Can I—?”

You nod again. “Yeah. Please.”

He sits down slowly, careful in a way that doesn’t fit the reputation you’ve heard of him. Like he’s not used to doing this. Like maybe this is harder for him than charging into a fight.

“I tried to find you,” you admit, voice low. “I didn’t even know your name. Just your voice.”

He shifts, glances out the window. “Didn’t leave it. Wasn’t thinkin’. Just… saw you there and—fuck, you were barely breathing.”

You lower your gaze. That night lives under your skin like frostbite. But his voice—hearing it now, real and close and steady—melts some part of it.

“You saved me,” you whisper. “You didn’t have to.”

He looks back at you, and this time, there’s nothing guarded in his expression.

“I wanted to.”

The silence stretches, but it’s not heavy. Not this time. It’s warm. Familiar.

You toy with the rim of your mug. “You never came over before. Why now?”

His hands flex on the table. “Didn’t want to scare you off. Figured… maybe you didn’t wanna see my face. Not after what happened.”

You look at him, really look. He’s not the same kind of warm you remember. That warmth was emergency. This one is steadier. Like heat in winter.

“I did want to see you,” you say honestly.

His eyes soften, just a little. The hard edges don’t vanish—but they ease.

“…You got a name?” he asks, rough but not unkind.

You smile for real this time. “Yeah. It’s y/n.”

He nods, like he’s memorizing it.

“I’m Bakugou.”

“I know.”

Of course you do.

He smirks faintly, a hint of relief in it. Like maybe this doesn’t have to be so hard.

And for the first time, the weight of that night doesn’t feel quite so heavy.

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erisawrites · 2 months ago

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Convincing

M A S T E R L I S T

Don't just like, please reblog! Context: Because all this time, he was just trying to convince her of his love for her.

Pairing: Yan!Bakugo Katsuki x f!reader Slight OC!f reader

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Warnings: Domestic Violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of needles, Yandere Bakugo, this is NOT a romance!!!

W.C: 4,255 words

Note: Fact that I started this in May 2024 and am publishing it now I'm trying to upload unfinished stories before I tackle on requests, but please be aware that I'm open to all fandoms!!! FILL MY REQUESTS LIKE CRAZY!!!!

“Aren’t you tired?”

Just the sound of his exasperated voice was enough to send chills down her spine.

“Why do you keep running away from me?”,his voice was heavy with agony, too foreign and alien from the usual explosiveness that coupled with his dismissive grunts and displeased snarls.

Never did she think she’d wish for his worst face over…over whatever this was.

“Melody…”, he cupped her cheeks, frightening her as she trembled, conditioned to anticipate the heat of his blasts whenever his hand got too close. He must have picked this up too, for the guilt further tore apart his face,”Please, listen to me.”

That's what she has always been doing; listening, following, complying, submitting. What more was he asking for? What else did he want to take? What else was left of her to take?

She spotted the shimmer in his red eyes, the twinkle of tears. Ah, that’s right. He still hadn’t gotten that.

“Why won’t you just love me?”, he pleaded, voice cracking from the sheer desperation of this one need unclaimable by brute force. Such a romantic gesture was sure to move millions of hearts, even her own, as she too like any other person fantasized and wished for such raw, unfiltered, sincere love.

Maybe she should have held back with her vague wishes. Maybe she should have been more careful with her vague wishes.

“K-Katsuki…”,even saying his name required overcoming a great battle against anxiety, “I do love yo-”

“NO YOU DON'T.”

The sudden shift from his tearful tone to the accusatory shout made her recoil fiercely, her body crawling backwards on autopilot, the numbing thud from impacting the wall seeming feeble up against her open cuts, fresh bruises and burns. His burns.

This further intensified the man’s depressive state, having him bury his face in soot covered hands.

“Am I that bad, Melody?”, she blinked in confusion, unable to shake off her shivering. Whether it’s from the autumn cold, or the frightening situation she was trapped in, she couldn’t tell, “Am I that hard to love?”

The question wouldn’t have been hard to answer. That is, if the seemingly normal basement wasn’t vandalized with her blood, remnants of his explosion and his unbridled rage that was seconds away from tearing her apart.

The woman clutched her shoulders, hissing as she accidentally pressed too hard on her injuries, the soft cotton sleeves ripped from his blasts and doused maroon with her fresh blood. It was hard to distinguish what was worse; the fact that she was terribly injured by him again, or that Bakugou was behaving too oddly, or that she couldn’t help but feel remorseful for him.

“That's not true at all.”,it's not always easy to stay, but so much easier to pretend, “I do love you, I'm just bad at expressing it.”

“Then why do you look so scared? So afraid?”,he retorted, chest shivering and heaving with suppressed cries.

“Why would I be afraid of you?”,she spoke softly, knowing the exhaustion weakened her voice to a whisper, “You're my boyfriend, I don't need to be afraid of you-”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!”,he interrupted, causing her to flinch. He obviously caught on. She was just repeating the brainwashing he'd drilled into her.

“How else can I prove it to you.”,she quickly added, desperate to escape this situation, desperate before he escalates the situation, and if she'd learned anything after being his victim for so long is that his wrath had no limits.

Her thighs cramped violently once more, but the burns on her hands prevented her from soothing the ache.

It had no limits at all.

“If that's so-”,a frightened cry left her mouth as Bakugo's knees dug into her thighs, his battered hand tightened around her own battered cheeks, “Then explain.”

The woman's eyes widened, and she felt her heart plummeting to her stomach as the man held a familiar, glossy brass key in his hand, “How do you have this?”

The key to her makeshift safe, a rickety wooden trapdoor secured by a padlock, where she built up a stash of necessities in hopes of an escape. The wads of dollar bills, spare room keys, the registration form for a shelter, quirk suppressants and a smattering of medical supplies. It was a haphazard arrangement, more so as a result of hoarding to feel in control rather than stocking up for a strategic escape.

“What were you scheming, you witch.”,a pained cry escaped her lips as Bakugo's fist collided with her shoulder, “Did you plan to kill me in my sleep? Run away to some homeless junkyard? Live off the money you robbed from me?”

Tears refreshed her dampened cheeks, blurring her vision as she struggled to sit uptight, too worn down by exhaustion.

“I-”,she struggled to form words through tears, “I'm sorry-”

“STOP APOLOGIZING FOR ONCE AND USE YOUR WORDS!”,his fist crashed into the wall beside her for emphasis, the key dislodged far deep in the bloody cracks. Debris scattered onto her shivering shoulder as dust formed a layer over her sticky, disheveled tresses. His hand clutched her collar, glowing warm and orange, “Answer me!-”

“BECAUSE YOU WERE HURTING ME!”

The man's face froze, a scowl twisting his face as he tugged her upwards to his eye-level. “Say that again?”,he was clearly threatening her, no matter how dangerously placid his voice was.

Melody squinted through the blurry haze, her blackened eyes capturing little vision, and her reddened cheek and busted lip made every word she spoke sting like venom, “Y-You keep hurting me…being mean to me.”

“Don't give me that childish crap.”,his widened eyes and quiet voice set off alarm bells in her mind. She caught on how unpredictable he was early on, but this was a new extreme. “I gave you a big house, the finest clothes, the freshest foo-”

“I di-didn't need any of those things!”

Bakugou's features widened to a mix of anger and surprise, and Melody instinctively flinched as he craned his neck to get a better look. Yet, she still relented, “You can give me…all those physical gifts…those physical luxuries…but I never asked for them…”

“So what else do ya want…”,he panted, chest heaving slowly, “Scummy golddig–”

“I just wanted you to calm down!”

The man widened his eyes in disbelief.

Tears were streaming uncontrollably down Melody's face, finally clearing up her vision as she struggled to phrase her sentences through cries, “I-I jus-just wanted you to be nice-nicer…”,she inhaled a sharp, trembling breath, “I just wanted you to be calmer, to be more…approachable…”

Melody's body was racked with convulsions, signs preceding an imminent panic attack she recognized all too well. Yet this time, she was robbed of her chance to flee, locked in the confines of the man's ire. “I hated being taken away from my previous life…”,she sputtered, ensuring her gaze was away from her captor when she spoke, “I hated being hidden from the world in this basement, hated how you controlled every aspect of my life…”

The man's fingers twitched once more, reawakening with an amber glow-

“But I've learnt to accept it.”

He blinked, confusion scrawled across his face, while his fervent eyes scanned every part of her withered state. Strangely, the anger pumping his Adrenalin seemed to tighten his throat.

“I've made efforts to stay with you, to accept my life with you…”,she sighed, fighting off the sorrowful exhaustion threatening to knock her unconscious. She still felt too unsafe to pass out right now. “But…you were so mean…you were never happy with me, always so rude.” New tears were pricking her eyes, this time, their daggers simultaneously piercing her chest too, “You'd always be so unsatisfied, so disappointed, so…so angry…even though I tried everything to keep you happy.”

The woman slumped her shoulders, head lolling forward as she struggled to suppress pathetic cries, “Be-Before you came, I cooked something big for a long time, and redecorated our library as a surprise, even burning myself in the process.”

The tighten in his throat began to bulge into a lump, his arms falling limp at his sides. The ravaged pantry, the scattered knives, the boxes of cartons at the back of the house. So that's what they all were for.

He widened his eyes as realization sank, recalling all the instances of her behavior he deemed too suspicious; outliers not coinciding with her escape. The moments when she behaved too genuine, too sincere, too realist–”

Horror spilled across his angry frown.

“You kept hurting me terribly…you kept giving me nightmares…”,a shiver disrupted her words, the ache from her wounds worsening, “Even after devoting myself to you…you never made me feel safe.”

Her neck urged to align their gazes together, but the fear plaguing her heart prevented her. “That's why I tried to run away, with no plan, with no support…I didn't want to go to someone else…I just wanted to go away from y-you…”

The woman sniffled bitter tears, feeling the pangs from her wounds too unbearable to fight against their subduing effect. The reins weighing down her consciousness snapped apart, and Bakugou's amber aglow dissolved into a murky gray, mottled with white hot spots and accompanied by a pounding, devastating, subduing migraine like nothing before.

───※ ·❆· ※───

She had closed her eyes for a few seconds of respite in the desolate and down trodden cell of a basement.

However, when she had regained consciousness, she found her hips sinking into the bouncy duvet of the mattress, fingers padding the cotton sheets and legs draped with the softest microfleece blanket imaginable.

The bedding wasn't the only foreign object, as she deduced through squinted eyes. She was completely uprooted from her confines and replaced in a completely different environment. The orange sheets and pillows draped over her limbs and propped behind her back, figures and posters of some renowned Pro-Hero, a corner desk littered with blueprints and design skeletons of gauntlets….

Her heart rattled in her ribcage. Gauntlets.

She needed to leave right awa–

A click echoed from what she assumed was a door, and muscle memory overrode her senses as it flattened her limbs and straightened her body back to its resting position - a weapon that helped her weasel out of countless troubles.

“How is the patient faring so far?”

Chills reverberated down her spine. A woman's voice? Patient?

“Expect her to regain consciousness this week.”,sighed another more exasperated female voice, “Hey, her IV's about to finish, make sure you refill it.”

IV. Her mind instinctively twitched her fingers, shrugging off the last bits of sleep fog as the underlying numbness surfaced to her attention. She concentrated enough until she could feel the delicate prick right atop her hand - the needle connecting her to the overhead IV.

How had she overlooked such an obvious thing? Captivity has a strange impact on people, often making them forget memories and sensations long unused. Like the poking of a needle.

Or how it feels to not be trapped in darkness.

“Let's just take it off right now. I need to go dig up a new batch since we're overloaded at the moment…”,she heard the former woman yawn, the mention of an external workload triggering faint nostalgia. What pressures were even in her life to relate to their struggles? Especially when only years ago, she too was standing in their shoes.

She waited with bated breath as the two women filed out. As soon as the door shut and the room fell into silence, Melody whipped off her covers, slipping into the first pair of slippers and cardigan she found and swung open the door, vanishing before it could close shut.

As she guessed, she was trapped in a hospital, no doubt. Though she realized she must drop off the ‘trapped’ analogy unless she'd risk inducing some paranoid behavior, the congested bustle and hustle of hurried visitors, drowsy patients and fervent nurses and doctors had her wishing for her lover's basement.

There she goes. Already reminiscing about her prison. Shaking her head, the woman scaled down flights of stairs, too worn out to figure where and why she was here in the first place, keeping the nightmare of her trapped underground as her only motivator to quicken up her pace

It didn't matter how far away he'd secluded her, she just needed to get out, step out, ventu-

Melody's stomps came to a halt, widened eyes bloodshot and frightened as she gaped with a chest heaving from the mini-marathon.

In the ground floor of the hospital, at the far end where a flower shop was squeezed in between the cafeteria and booths, there stood the same blonde red-eyed freak who knocked her unconscious earlier.

Despite the incessant nagging echoing throughout her head, she was simply rooted to her spot. The warm glow to her right, which signaled the glass entrance doors, seemed invisible at the moment.

Still, she slid her foot rightwards, eyes cautiously trailing the focused man's arm which held a wallet. She feared that even the drop of a feather would alert her presence in this ever moving crowd.

A soft, barely audible thud reached her ears as one foot lifted over the other, an action she kept a close meticulous eye on.

To her dismay, when she raised her gaze once more, her lover was staring right back.

Her heart plummeted instantly, dissolving in a pool of acidic dread as the corners of his lips lifted, something she was familiar with. Too familiar with it.

“You’re awake.”

Melody blinked once, and the man had already teleported before her. How intensely had she been daydreaming to miss that? It’s either her absentmindedness, or that’s just how skilled Bakugo was. Dangerously skilled.

Rather than cringing at the homely scent of his deodorant, she inhaled the soft fragrance of a bouquet of blooming lavender, their soft petals curved so delicately and dainty, it almost scared her to get too close lest they broke apart. “Do you like them?”

It took her a few seconds to realize she was being addressed. “H-huh?”

The man exhaled softly, and the woman mentally berated herself for slipping up. When it wasn’t a good day for him, he’d put her down further by highlighting how pathetically she presents herself. Something she can’t argue against.

“They’re for you, Melody.”,the woman couldn’t decide what stunned her more. The fact that he bought flowers for her after her worst tantrums as of yet, or that was the first time, in an incredibly long while, did her name slip off his lips without anger or disappointment.

The woman swallowed nervously, dropping her gaze instinctively, keeping her vision busy in searching through the flowers, subconsciously feeling her jittery nerves calm down the more she inhaled their scent, “They’re…beautiful…”,she added, upon realizing he was expecting an answer. He also hates being left hanging.

“I’m glad you liked them.”,there goes that weird expression again, the light smile dotting his lips, and those eyes tho-wait…Bakugo’s eyes?

Though she had little clue of what transpired in her unconsciousness, the man’s eyes seemed to reflect dozens of horror stories, from the numerous dark circles weighing down his face, as well as the once aflame crimson eyes…now a faint, sputtering ashy gray and red tint. If she believed the eyes were the window to the soul, then Bakugo’s were a whole sinkhole. A depressive sinkhole.

“Katsuki…”,she breathed, concern etched across her face, “What happened to you.”

“Nothing.”

His quick, curt, yet emotionless response startled her. She tossed it off as him brushing her worries aside. Hopefully it’s just that. Hopefully.

The smile, although weak and nearly indistinguishable from his resting scowl, had still persisted as he walked ahead, moved past her and disappeared into the flight of steps she just descended from. With no beckons or commands.

To say Melody was confused was beyond an understatement. She was absolutely baffled and infinitely terrified by the sudden shift in his behavior. But depending on her coma, just how sudden was this change? Ruminating any further on these never gave her satisfactory answers, nor did the wastage of time result in good things for her.

Which is why she spun on her heels, feeling her eyes burn from the exit door’s sunbeams, poised to dash off to her one ticket to freedom.

But the flowers nestled against her chest rustled softly, few leaves and petals fluttering out in the process. Irritated, she tried holding it at an arm's distance as she jogged, vexed by how it further accelerated its dismantling. Until she spotted a garbage bin that motivated her to simply toss it, but her hand paused mid air before she could drop them.

The soft petals curling in her fingers, the dainty leaves that seemed so small yet so protective of their blooming soon to be fruit…all still continuing to shield the flowers despite being already plucked off and stems chopped to be tied into this bouquet.

She didn’t understand first what Bakugo meant when he gifted these flowers, and perhaps she was simply reading into it too much but….but….

Her fingers locked around the banister, holding the flowers close to her once more. She stepped over the littered petals, gaze downcast as she ascended the staircase once more, this time ensuring her steps were cautious, careful, and mindful.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally paused before her patient ward, the frosted glass casted with an orange glow that made her stomach churn.

“Did you sleep well?”

The woman suppressed a startled gasp as she entered, eyes tracing his figure by the bed while he sported a half-smile. How well she slept, she could answer that with ease. Now for how long she slept, she needed to get out of her comfort zone of silence for that.

“Yeah…”,she averted her gaze, eyes landing upon the window, the curtains, the wallpaper, “I needed it to catch up on all my lost sleep “

She didn't even need to ask the much needed question.

“You were out for 3 months, Melody.”

Her eyes widened to saucers, and despite the blaring fluorescent lights burning her vision, her mouth hung agape, “Three…months?”

The man nodded solemnly, a foreign expression clouding his face. One she couldn't discern, “3 months, 3 weeks, 5 days….that's how long I waited.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, “Waited?”

Then her eyes resumed their wandering, scanning the dreary hospital room, until they landed upon the desolate nylon mattress hidden behind the curtains. Her lungs deflated with realization. Given the drooping eye bags on his face, Bakugo must have been living with her during her coma…much less sleeping and eating.

“I kept vigil every night in hopes of seeing your eyes.”,he continued, fingers playing with some cloth crumpled in his hand, “So when I heard you might wake up around this week, I rushed to get your favorite flowers.”

She instinctively flinched when he raised his chin, but was taken aback by the sheepish half-smile twitching his lips, “But I guess my own woke up first.”

Her mind scorned with disgust at his unabashed flirting, but even worse, she felt warmth blossom in her heart and cheeks as she twisted her neck, “I must have caused yo–”

“It was my fault.”,she felt her heart plummet with dread, ears popping off as the last bits of drowsiness escaped her mind. Did she just hear him correctly? “I hurt you, so it was my fault. You shouldn't say sorry.”

Months of yearning for this moment of triumph was instead replaced with feelings of guilt and anguish, arousing a daunting, oppressive force that crushed upon her fragile heart. “No, Katsu-”

“Please, Melody…”, his throat bubbled as he swallowed, “Come sit next to me.”

The anguish was momentarily switched with alarm, before apprehension calmed her down and she timidly sat at the farthest end of the bed from her lover.

The distance had little effect, for a strong palm cupped her shoulder, rustling the sheets beneath them as he slid right next to her.

“You don’t know…”, his hand slid past her shoulder, snaking around her back, “...how terrified I was for you…”

‘Was it that hard to imagine?’,she bit back her retort, ‘You didn’t think I, of all people, wouldn’t know terror?’

“Every day and night I’d keep a close watch on you…”, his head dropped onto her shoulder.

‘A vigilance no different from her imprisonment’

“Waiting to see the day you wake up with a smile…”,his soft, smooth lips peppered kisses up her shoulder, “Waiting so that I can hear your sweet voice again, Melody…”

‘Sweet voice or sweet cries?’ Melody paused her breathing, her lungs tightened and eyes squeezed shut as his kisses trailed upwards, sending electric sparks with each contact. Burning contact.

“Waiting so that I can finally open up my heart to you.”,she expected his lips to crash upon hers, but peeped an eye open when nothing happened

“Waiting so I can apologize to you.”

The woman’s spine jolted upright, twisting her around lightspeed as she gazed in confusion into her lover’s eyes, frustrated by the immense mystery and draught of nuanced emotions in those desolate pupils. Just what had transpired in the few moments she succumbed to sleep?

“Apologize…for what?”,she croaked innocently, keeping up the clueless good girl act in case this was a trick-

Bakugo’s hands had caged her bandaged ones in his, instantly awakening her fight or flight instincts, and electrifying every hair on her skin with goosebumps.

“I’m apologizing for hurting you.”,his stoic face crumpled with something of disgust, before he followed up with a sigh, “For abusing you.”

It was a phrase she wanted to hear so terribly….yet it’s also the phrase that’s making her drown with uncontrollable remorse. She wanted to retract her hands. She wanted to replace them with her embrace. She wanted to cringe, but she also wanted to cry.

“My biggest mistake was uprooting you from a comfortable life into one of a nightmare.”,he shook his head dejectedly, as if he was reprimanding himself. She almost found his words pathetic, “Since I took you away from your comfortable life, I should have worked even harder to create one that was more secure, more comfortable …more…happier…”

He tilted his head, hints of remorse and guilt creasing his gentle expression, “But it seems I’ve failed to rescue you once more.

His hypocritical language was the actual biggest failure. How can he proclaim he snatched her away from her ‘comfortable life’ then follow it up with his ‘failure to rescue her once more’? Was he playing one of his mind games again?

The woman swallowed the nervous lump clogging her throat. Or is it that even beneath his apologetic facade, he still relished how tightly his clutches sank into her livelihood?

“But I'm so foolish in more ways than one.”,he speaks like he ever acknowledges how much of a fool he is. Or maybe he got so used to branding her as one that his pea size of a brain swapped places with her, “I tried controlling every aspect except-”,he inhaled sharply, the next words requiring a lot of strength to sputter, “my temper.”

A sudden shiver ran across her shoulders, and she realized how despite the scratchy cotton hospital clothes, she still felt strangely cold in the early September heat. Yet, her hands didn’t lift themselves to soothe her shivering limbs, unconsciously glued into fists atop her lap.

“That’s why I want to make amends now.”, he brushed the damp bangs swirling across her temples, “I want to fix our relationship.”

It was unfortunate how he preferred mending things he broke rather than giving them space for healing. However, it was a start for sure. And even she can’t deny the surge of relief swimming through jittery nerves as-

Something shiny and metallic jingled in her hands, Bakugo’s coarse fingers giving it a reassuring pat as he sported the same uncanny smile. She inhaled a sharp gasp, turning it over her hands, before elation broke away from the confusion, and she gazed at him in deep questioning. “Katsuki, this is-”

“-My way of amending our relationship.” His fingers cupped over hers, cradling the very pair of house keys that got her hospitalized in the first place, “Is to make you a partner.”

Light broke through the fog as perplexion filled in through the cracks. Melody sat frozen and afraid, contemplating if this was another sick trick. She had spent days, if not weeks being confined in the depths of his basement for the most nonsensical reasons. There was no telling if this was another one of his pranks too.

Yet, she found comfort in the fact he at least now saw her as an equal. As he unfurled her fingers, she began to relax at the thought of having more independence and aut oh..no…my….

Shock glued her to her feet. Palm sitting flat on her thighs, revealing a silver band hooked onto the keyring. An engagement band hooked onto the key ring.

First, her heart plummeted to her stomach. Then her lungs were deflated out of any air. Then her surroundings began spinning as a dull ringing inside her ear overpowered Bakugo's cynically chirpy voice.

“Let's get married, Melody.” He squeezed her wrist with a firm, suffocating grip, “Then we can legally adopt, move somewhere quiet and start all over again.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #dynamight #dynamight x reader #yandere bakugo #yandere bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #yandere boku no hero academia

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joy-laufeyson · 1 year ago

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Bakugo Katsuki fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

@ a11eya's masterlist @ adoringmha's masterlist @ andypantsx's masterlist @ angelshimaa's masterlist @ bkgml's masterlist @ cinnamonreccs' masterlist @ moominsuki's masterlist

• nsfw! suggestive • nsfw!! mature

fluff / fever talk

sfw / the jealousy type

sfw / lucid dreaming

fluff / freckles

sfw / smau! number neighbor (masterlist)

sfw / “shut up and heal me”

fluff / apologizing

fluff / be my (fake) girlfriend

angst fluff / mean it

sfw fluff / truth or dare

fluff / falling in love with you

fluff / he hasn’t told his friends about you

angst fluff / petting his hair

fluff/ you fell asleep on him

fluff / helping him with his tie

nsfw! / lends you a shirt

angst fluff / seeing you cry

angst fluff / he wakes up

fluff / childhood sweethearts

fluff / accidentally sleeping together

time-skip (aged up)

sfw / drunk-dazed

fluff / as the sun goes down

fluff / permanent ink

angst fluff / kiss me!

fluff / runaway party

fluff nsfw!! / birthday

fluff / valentines day (part 1, part 2)

fluff / ...but I don't like a gold rush

angst fluff / “do you think i’m a good person?”

fluff / hero awards

sfw / going to bed upset

fluff / most beautiful woman

fluff / late night confessions

fluff / anyone would be silly not to love you

angst fluff / tears

fluff / interviews (masterlist)

fluff / skincare

fluff / he only likes real kisses

fluff / hot cocoa

fluff / scars

fluff / 4:29

fluff / secret santa

angst fluff / you remind him that he is a person

fluff / baby

fluff / "go back to sleep"

fluff / a lot better now

fluff / can’t sleep until you’re home

fluff / the stages of me and you

sfw / you get dumped twenty seconds before meeting your boss

angst fluff / emotionally constipated

fluff/ he doesn't want to go

fluff / eating your leftovers

sfw / drunk

angst fluff / when you have a bad day

nsfw! / victoria secret set

nsfw! / nails

angst fluff / charred dreams

fluff / au beauty mark

angst fluff / stay

fluff / physically unable to find you unattractive

sfw / "that's my wife"

sfw / it's you

sfw / cologne

sfw / don't let your guard down

fluff / denying him a kiss

fluff / worried about you

fluff / florist

angst fluff / clumsy love

fluff / kiss it all off

fluff / better than a blanket

fluff / coming home

fluff / scars

fluff / vibrations of your body

fluff / tender moments

fluff / i just got a crush

sfw / a softie for sentimentality

fluff / gingerbread house

fluff / i´ll be home for christmas

sfw / weak for neck kisses

fluff / type of woman

fluff / on bare and freckled skin

other bnha fics

updated:20-january-2025

#bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x you #dynamight x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia headcanons

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem sidekick!reader, semi-public, angry smut, names calling, unprotected p in v, creampie, pro hero Dynamight being himself, mentions of fwb & work affair

Synopsis: after catching another villain and dealing with pesky reporters, Bakugo needs to blow off some steam

A/N: I wrote this one shot to celebrate the airing of MHA Season 7 :) Enjoy!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Pro hero Dynamight stood victorious after a grueling battle with a dangerous criminal. His muscles were tense, his body still buzzing with adrenaline.

As the media swarmed the battleground, arriving even before the emergency services, Dynamight stood amidst the chaos of the battleground, his expression grim as reporters swarmed around him like vultures. Their incessant questions grated on his nerves, and he couldn't help but scoff at their foolishness.

"What's it like being a hero, Dynamight?" one reporter shouted, nearly thrusting a microphone in Bakugo's face.

Bakugo scowled, his voice gruff as he replied, "It's not a fucking game, you idiot. It's about putting your life on the line to protect these morons." He gestured to the injured civilians nearby, his gaze flickering to where you were assisting the paramedics.

"Can you tell us more about your strategy during the battle?" another reporter asked.

"Strategy? I blasted the shit outta that villain. End of story."

"Is it true that you single-handedly took down the villain?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "I don't need a fucking team to handle a scrub like that."

"Are you worried about the safety of the civilians?"

"What kind of dumbass question is that? Of course, I'm worried. That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

Another reporter piped up, "Do you ever fear for your own safety, Bakugo?"

Bakugo's lip curled in disdain. "Of course I fucking do. But I don't let fear hold me back from doing what needs to be done, you idiot."

As the questions continued, Bakugo's impatience grew, and he didn't hesitate to show his displeasure towards the reporters. Despite his gruff demeanor towards them, Bakugo's focus remained fixed on you as you moved with purpose, assisting the paramedics in providing aid to the injured. Later, as you assisted the police in securing the villain, his gaze never wavered from your form.

Finally, as the barrage of questions from the reporters finally ceased, Bakugo's patience wore thin. With a curt dismissal, he declared, "I've got more important shit to deal with than your stupid questions. You're nothing but scandal and drama-thirsty extras."

Turning away from the reporters, Bakugo made his way over to you, his expression softening slightly as he approached. "Hey, Y/N," he said gruffly, his voice laced with concern. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded, grateful for his concern, even though you knew you had moments of struggle during the battle. It wasn't that you lacked skills; you were simply inexperienced.

But Bakugo didn't seem to mind. In fact, he saw your potential, and that was all that mattered to him. "Alright," Bakugo said, his tone firm but reassuring. "Our job here is done. The police and paramedics will take over from here. Let's head back to the agency."

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over you. It had been a long and intense battle, but knowing that the situation was now under control eased some of the tension that had been building inside you.

Together, you and Bakugo made your way back to the agency.

Bakugo led the way through narrow, secluded alleyways, determined to escape the relentless pursuit of the paparazzi.

The evening was settling in, and the soft glow of street lamps cast a dim, gentle light on the sidewalks.

Bakugo's fists were clenched, and he could feel the tension building up inside of him. He needed a release. "Damn it, they were fucking annoying," Bakugo growled, his voice tinged with adrenaline and frustration as he leaned against the cold brick wall, stopping to catch breath. "These reporters, goddammit!"

You nodded in agreement, feeling the tension radiating off him. "You did it, though, Bakugo-sama," you replied, trying to offer some reassurance. "And you handled them very…. Well."

Without saying a word, Bakugo stepped closer, his gaze intense, his breath hot against your lips as he crushed his mouth against yours n a bruising kiss. The kiss was rough, urgent, a release of pent-up tension. His tongue pushed past your lips, tangling with yours in a heated dance.

You were caught off guard when Bakugo suddenly kissed you without warning. The truth was, it wasn't the first time he had been that close with you. You two had been hooking up from time to time, with a reciprocal agreement between you. Now you could taste the sweat and grit of battle on him, and it only served to heighten your arousal. Your tongues danced together as you explored each other's mouths.

Bakugo could feel his cock growing hard in his unform pants, and he knew well you could feel it too.

His hands roamed your body, squeezing your ass, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your costume.

You moaned into his mouth, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You could feel his cock hardening against your stomach, and you reached down to stroke him through his pants.

"Shit," he cursed softly between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. "I fucking need ya, dollface." His hands tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss by yanking your head back.

Bakugo broke the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants. He started to kiss your neck, nibbling on your earlobes and licking your skin. He licked a stripe with his tongue from your ear down to your neck, following the pulse point. A grin tugged at his lips as he felt the rapid beat of your heart beneath the tip of his flexed tongue. With a fast motion, Dynamight spun you around, pushing you against the cold brick wall. You gasped as he yanked your pants down, exposing your ass to the cool night air. He licked his fingers, then reached around to rub your clit, making you wet and ready for him.

You were utterly shocked when he suddenly acted hat bold in the middle of the alleyway. It wasn't that he was shy about sex, not at all. In fact, he had a history of taking you on his desk in his agency, reveling in the thrill of the possibility of getting caught. But this was a whole new level of brazenness. You moaned, grinding your slick pussy against the rough heel of his hand. "Holy Might…"

He pulled his pants and black boxer briefs down under the curve of his ass, revealing his rock-hard cock. Bakugo chuckled, a low, dark sound when he spotted you looking up at him above your shoulder, then positioned his cock at your entrance. He thrust into you from behind, hard and deep, making you cry out. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the alley as he began to fuck you, his hips slamming against your plump ass. "It's fucking Holy Dynamight for ya, little cock slut," he grunted through gritted teeth. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," he added, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, fuck, yes," you panted, your fingers clawing at the brick wall. You could feel every inch of his veiny cock inside you, stretching you open and hitting all the right spots, the mushroom tip of his dick kissing your firm cervix.

Bakugo grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, making you arch your back under an odd angle as he continued to pound into you. The slight pain only served to heighten your pleasure, and you found yourself begging for more. "Harder, harder, Bakugo-sama," you panted, your words nothing but a breathless whispers, your body shaking with each powerful thrust of his.

Bakugo obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock going deeper.

You could feel a coil of heat forming low in your belly. You found yourself digging your nails into the rough brick wall as Bakugo took you from behind, his movements relentless and powerful.

He didn't hold back, occasionally delivering sharp spanks to your ass. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice husky with desire. "You're taking me so damn well, little newbie."

His praise only spurred you on, your body responding eagerly to his every touch and thrust.

Bakugo slid his hand down your stomach and reached between your legs, finding your clit. He began to rub it in slow circles, and you moaned as the pleasure built. He continued to tease you, his fingers working their magic until you were panting with need.

You reached down, placing your hand on top of his one, still nestled between your thighs. "Rub my clit," you urged, your voice dripping with desire.

But instead of complying, Bakugo pushed your hand away and delivered a few sharp spanks to your slick pussy. "Shut the fuck up, slut," he growled into your ear, his voice low and commanding. "I'll decide if you deserve to have your clit touched or not." Bakugo's grip on your hair tightened, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, "Now, cum for me, little slut." Dynamight graciously accepted your plea, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs. He spat on his digits, and with a thick glob of saliva coating his fingers, he slid his hand back where it belonged, rubbing your clit with a fierce intensity.

And with a few more hard thrusts, you came. Your body shook, your pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over you. "Bakugo-sama!"

Bakugo followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside you as your boss emptied himself inside you. He pulled out slowly, watching his pearly, thick cum dripping down your thighs.

You turned to face him, a satisfied yet a little hesitant smirk on your face. "My, my, boss," you whispered, "I still can't believe this rookie is your favorite," you gave him a look, pointing to yourself.

Bakugo returned the smirk, then leaned in to kiss you again, a slower, gentler kiss this time. He pulled his pants back up and adjusted them, ensuring he looked presentable once more.

You, too, adjusted your hero costume and approached him. Climbing onto your tiptoes, you reached up to fix his bangs, which were still damp with sweat. "Maybe you'd like to come over to my place to freshen up?" you offered, a sultry smirk playing on your lips.

"Sounds like a damn good idea," Bakugo growled, his voice husky. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the meat of your ass, pulling you closer to him. "Lead the way, dollface," he added, his eyes smoldering with lust.