#dynamight x reader

[dollyfetti]

after the war, katsuki is sosososo SO much softer.

and he's so good at dealing with your tantrums and little hissy fits. he's so gentle and patient, letting you scream and threaten him cuz he knows none of that shit's true. he does draw the line when you start angry crying though, he hates that, won't sit through it cuz it literally hurts him.

dont get me wrong though, he definitely lets you know when you're being a pain in the ass over nothing. he humbles you, but never tries to embarrass you, or make you feel belittled. he loves you gently and truly, because that's what he unknowingly needed before he met you.

[isenkus]

the trust that katsuki has in you is absolutely hit or miss, but most times he trusts you blindly. and he doesn’t really show it in the most obvious ways. one way in which he shows it, though, is when he leaves things up to you when he’s unable to fight.

even when the fight is him sitting frustrated in the drivers seat of his porsche, the manual gear stick mockingly standing before his injured arm. it’s not everyday that katsuki gets badly hurt, and it’s not everyday that he can’t drive home from the pain.

his right foot is on the accelerator, left on the clutch. his right hand hovers over the gear stick, when katsuki’s arm jolts from the pain. he hisses, and before he can even let out a curse, your left hand moves the stick down.

you just shifted gears for him.

“if you won’t let me drive, then at least let me help you, katsuki.”

his eyes widen, a small smirk on his face. his foot presses the accelerator even harder, with a single command coming from his mouth.

“third.”

without even looking, you’re certain his foot is on the clutch yet again, and your hand moves the gear stick up. it’s not long before he speaks up again.

“fourth.”

the stick goes down, and katsuki’s smirk grows even bigger. not once do you hesitate, and his crimson car runs smoother than it ever does. it’s unlikely that katsuki lets down his pride and allows you to cover for him, so it’s moments like these that you treasure. the sound of the car speeding up snaps you out of your trance. there’s a slight stop, but it’s not from hesitation.

fifth. katsuki doesn’t even have to mention it.

the gear stick moves up, right, and up again. katsuki can only chuckle as you smile, his hand resting with yours on the stick.

“i hate that ya know me so well.”

“well i hate the fact that you’re not letting me drive, kats.”

he laughs, “no way in hell you’re drivin’ my car.”

[missdynamighttt]

↳ ❝ 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."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

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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.

[sakuraszn]

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

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 ~ I’m a scaredy cat, but even I won’t deny a bike does something for me..

Biker!Bakugo who looks criminally good with his riding gear on — all custom leather, discreetly based on his hero costume, and fitted to the nines; all with a custom helmet to match.

Biker!Bakugo who makes you pass his interrogation safety test before he would even let you sit on the bike, let alone take you out on a ride.

Biker!Bakugo that upgrades you from passenger princess to what he’d dubbed “his little backpack” when he lets you ride with him the first time.

Biker!Bakugo that refuses to admit how much he loves seeing you on his bike until you surprise him with a few special pictures for his birthday.

Biker!Bakugo that buys you a custom helmet in your style, but still hides his Dynamight logo somewhere in the design.

Biker!Bakugo that has to fight for both of your lives when you decide to make a move, and rub him through his jeans while you’re riding behind him.

Biker!Bakugo who makes you promise to never do something dangerous like that while you’re riding together, but can’t stop the amused grin threatening to tug at his lips.

[joy-laufeyson]

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

[doumadono]

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.

[dekustowel]

[chapter 09: the one with the heart to heart

synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year’s hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan’s most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it’s a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn’t matter at all, right? it’s a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less

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FUN FACT: Katsu bought his 4th home directly next to his mom and dad’s place. The reason he never told anyone it was there was because he didn’t want anyone to know he still wanted to be close his parents. :’)

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[hoezhatelola]

bakugou was the type of boyfriend who always put you first. any lingering eyes that explored your form in their minds were set straight, to say the least. your favorite moments with him were the ones that just had the two of you.

yes, you loved that late nights he’d spend rubbing gentle circles on your clit in the darkness of your room whilst whispering dirty words into your ear. you lived for his hands squeezing your hips and his tongue digging deep into your cunt.

you also loved the nights where you’d pass out on the couch waiting for him to come home from hero work, and you’d wake up around 1 a.m. to him lifting you up like his sweet, precious doll, and bringing you to your shared bed. he’d always take care to wrap you up first and adjusting your pillows how he knows you like them.

after he’d make sure you were good and comfortable, he’d gently get into bed right next to you and wrap an arm around your waist, spooning you from behind.

your eyes fluttered open for a moment, and we’re met with the complete darkness of the room. you could faintly smell bakugou’s cologne and you could feel his breath on your neck.

“kats?” you muttered tiredly, backing up further into his chest. his hand caressed your head and brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. you melted into his touch as tired butterflies erupted in your chest.

“i’m here, baby. go to sleep, my love.” he said in your ear, planting a few kisses on your neck, jaw, and cheek. he squeezed you into him even closer, and you giggled.

“can you even breathe, kats?” you asked, turning around slightly to only see the outline of his face from within the darkness.

“mhm,” he muffled a reply with a low chuckle.

you pulled your head away in attempt to help him breathe, but he took a large hand and pulled you closer once more. “stop moving awayyy,” he hummed.

“kats, i know you can’t breathe with my hair all in ya face stop lying,” you laughed, still sleepy. he shook his head and breathed in the scent of your fresh shampoo.

he lived for moments like this, and so did you. his heart was now beating at 90 mph in his chest, the sound of your gentle laughter filling him with a rush of serotonin. he loved you more than the world, but his job as a pro-hero was time consuming. he wished he could spend more time with you, but there’s not much he can do to change his random schedules.

“i’m fine.. now sleep baby,” he muttered into your head, getting sleepy himself.

you hummed in response, drifting away once more into his arms.

“but wait,” he said after a moment, “i love you,” he added. a smile appeared on your tired expression. you looked back and planted a droopy kiss onto his lips.

“i love you more… and back up because i know you can’t breathe you liar.” you joked more. he ignored your protests and nuzzled further into your warmth.

“who says i need to breathe to live? as long as i have you i’m fine.”

quick lil bakugou fluff 💕 i’m obsessed w this man.

[isenkus]

YOU GET NAILS INSPIRED BY THEM

☆ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, hanta sero, hitoshi shinso, keigo takami. fem! reader. implied post timeskip for everyone except keigo!

© 21280. please do not copy, translate or repost! rbs appreciated.

[erisawrites]

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.

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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.”

[haloswrld]

internal call: office 3-07

being the receptionist at the dynamight agency is interesting when the first call of the day before work hours is coming from inside of the house.

“dynamight agency front desk, how may i help you today?”

you grow irritated when a certain blonde making the call fails to make noise on the other end.

“i don’t know if you recall, but i believe i told you to use the other line for anything you may need, sir.” you ennunciate the last words to match your annoyance when you think about how he most likely does remember but chose to ignore it.

“yeah yeah, whatever. that isn’t why m’ calling.” his voice comes through clearly and you brace yourself for what he’ll ask in the absence of his assistance who’s been on leave for a few days now.

“then..”

“actually,” he drawls, his voice dropping into a more casual, almost lazy tone, “ just wanted to say you look good today.”

the words throw you off balance, and you blink, believing you misheard him. “what?”

“you heard me,” he answers, sounding almost smug. “that color suits you.”

you glance down at your outfit, realizing you’re wearing the new top you’d bought—a burnt orange that reminded you too much of the color on his hero costume. it’s not even 8:00 and your cheeks warm at the prospect of being seen by the man on the other side that you’re yet to see yourself.

“katsuki,”

he notices how you’ve ditched the ‘sir’ and any attempts to remain professional as he adjusts his ear to the telephone.

“why don’t you come down here and tell me that straight up to me.”

katsuki bakugou knows a challenge when he hears one, but more so, he knows a bait when he sees one, so he anchors himself to the seat below and faces towards the blinding sun that’s entering the windows of his office.

“can’t. m’ busy plus that’d stroke your ego too much.”

it’s a lame excuse, he’s aware, but he thinks you seeing the current color of his face is even lamer.

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[lvmimis]

cw: longer drabble but no title because i suck at titles. you are bakugou's photographer. mostly sfw.

“Mr. Dynamight,” you start, sweet as can be while erring close to the side of professionalism in present company, “would you please humor us with a smile?”

Katsuki, hounded by his personal assistant amongst a horde of personal assistants rearranging the lapel of his slightly open white shirt, adjusting his cuff links, dabbing one cheek with powder and blotting excess product off the other, arranging the spikes of his hair, grimaces at you in response. Yet by the time you have settled back behind your camera and adjust your lenses to snap your next photo, his displeased look is replaced with a smirk that is cheeky yet suits his handsome face well, and you are satisfied. 

“Great!” you reply cheerfully. The shutters close, then open, then close again and Katsuki moves surprisingly gracefully with the camera, a naturally adept subject, and grins, smirks, jeers even, all manner of looks to satisfy the demands of the shoot. 

You, on the other hand, are having a blast. 

It’s your biggest gig so far, being an up-and-coming photographer, and the chance to do a celebrity profile for a rising star as Dynamight is one in a lifetime. You still wonder how you managed to get so lucky anyway - even your first meeting was a stroke of serendipity - but you are good at capitalizing on any opportunities once presented to you. 

You reach the end of the shoot and the crew offered to you by Katsuki’s team sets up around you. You stand there behind the tripod, still watching as his personal assistant, well paid but heavily burdened, begins to recite the remainder of your friend’s schedule to him, and he rolls his eyes dismissively at something she says, something that nearly causes a vein to pop on her forehead.

“Listen, I already accommodate so much of your nonsense, so the least you can do is fix that attitude,” she hisses. You wonder if he’ll yell back, but instead his eyes shift to you, and he grins. His assistant watches his attention shift, and she groans then shakes her head before reminding him he has somewhere to be in exactly two hours, and she storms past you, giving you only a millisecond of a glance as her heels click rapidly down the hall. 

You quickly avert your eyes, pretending you didn’t see that altercation, then look down at your camera to review the photos. Katsuki is quick to find his way around you, leaning in close enough that you can smell the cologne for which he is now spokesperson for, his chin nearly rested on your shoulder. You find your body stiffening slightly, but rather than let yourself be quasi-intimidated, you decide to assert yourself in return.

“You should be nicer to her, you know,” you remind him, as you click through to return to the first of the set of pictures to show him.

“I am nice,” he answers quickly.

“Just a little bit more effort,” you suggest, turning slightly so that he can see the way your eyes crinkle when you tease him. He huffs, but his lips turn upward.

“Instead of worrying about my personality, we should focus on how good I look.” You move out of the way, hands behind your back, as he peruses through the stack, one after the other. His brow furrows as he looks, back hunched, and suddenly he is so focused you find it entertaining. 

“Anything not to your liking?” you ask. He doesn’t answer immediately, and that does actually concern you a bit. What if he doesn’t like the pictures? 

You move in a bit closer to look, aiming to catch any mistakes before he does, but he places his elbow on your shoulder which makes your heart skip a beat.

“Perfect.”

You look up at him and feel the apples of your cheek warm ever so slightly. Just before you can say anything else, you hear the door down the hall close loudly. You both turn, remembering that the studio is closing. Katsuki shoves his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll let you know if I need any more pictures taken,” he offers. You nod quickly, then berate yourself for looking a little too eager. But the extra cash can help, and he’s aware of it. He’s aware of a little too much.

He waits as you pack up your own equipment, the most expensive thing you own at the very moment. 

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks. He always does. 

You shake your head.

“I have to make a few stops anyway, and I know Suzume will get irritated if you’re late again to a program.”

“Suzume gets irritated regardless,” he replies, as he follows you out of the studio, trailing close behind. 

“It’s nice to see that you found your match,” you retort. He snorts, but doesn’t respond to that directly, making sure to let the door open for you to go through.

—

You met Katsuki in the wintertime, in the last place you’d expect the star rookie Pro Hero to be. He was the second student in an intimate pottery class of just four, and you had hardly recognized him in a large orange hoodie and khaki pants, the hood he’d been reluctant to take down the course of the entire lesson. You’d gently advised him to at least roll up his sleeves just to keep the clay away and he’d tutted at you, annoyed by the intrusion, but he’d taken the whole hoodie off anyway, and the large scar along the left side of his face, trailing down into the collar of his T-shirt had surprised the instructor and the group of students but it was the awe of recognition.

“I didn’t come here to sign autographs, I came here to make some pots,” he quickly redirected the group. You’d heard that Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was a bit of an asshole, but somehow you’d spared the arrogant nature of his words in favor of the plea in his voice to just treat him normally. No one asked him for an autograph or really asked him any questions further, although you could see the two young women who shared the class with you eye him quite ravenously in between focused spins of the pottery wheel, paying particularly close attention to his fingers as they curved and shaped the clay. 

He didn’t say anything to you or any others after that for the first two lessons.

By the third however, as you washed your hands clear of glorified mud, he took the sink next to you and asked you why you’d come. 

You turned and looked at him, startled by the question.

“To learn how to make pottery,” you answered. Why else does anyone show up to a pottery class if not to learn?

His eyes softened at the sound of your voice, adjusting his tone as he asked the question, and something in that action, the soft warmth of the red of his eyes, disarmed you and put you at unease at the same time.

“No, why are you here really?”

You can barely remember why you answered what you did at that moment, but you remember thinking about that question all night.

“To do something with my hands.”

The faucet turned off and you bowed politely before leaving quickly, unsure of where the conversation might lead you if you managed to continue. 

Things had been particularly hard then. A slew of unfortunate circumstances, then outright tragedies had seemed to sap your energy into nothing, until you were no longer sure of what your raison d’etre was anymore. But learning to do something with your hands, the slip of clay through your fingertips, an oven to refine your work, the precision of colored glaze and something to finally sip warm tea in and hope that it not only fills your belly but your heart - that was promising. 

The next day Katsuki told you he came for the same reason, and a small friendship, perhaps out of guilt that you’d treated him coldly, bloomed. 

Once Katsuki learned about a few of your troubles, the search for a new job being one of them, he’d honed in on your skill in photography, offering you to be his personal photographer for any shoots coming up. You’d asked him why he immediately trusted you with the job, and he shrugged.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” he replied over a plain cup of coffee. 

You blinked, your half-eaten crepe seeming to be as shocked as you were from the smiley face made of syrup on your plate.

“That’s it?”

“If you’re bad at it, I’ll fire you. Deal?”

His directness made you laugh.

“Deal.”

So here you were, editing pictures of Katsuki, a man you know called friend, who’d learned a few more of your secrets than you truly needed to offer him, in the dead of night. Picking up on every detail, there were very few things to retouch; a man as naturally handsome as him is blessed by the camera, after all. 

A message from him on your home screen tells you to sleep and not worry. The pictures are already great as is.

He’s right. He’s always right.

—

The next time he hires you, it’s for a family magazine, and you tease him endlessly for it. He reminds you that he’s argued for hours to insist you get this paycheck and it only slows down your banter for a moment, until you say,

“What does an unmarried, only child, have to contribute to this shoot?”

He blinks and you wonder for a moment if you’ve gone too far. Then he smiles. 

“Are you trying to change that for me?”

Your cheeks warm, yet again, like soft clay unmolded, but he turns to leave and take position, and you are left to ponder on what he meant, thoughts formless.

—

Months later, Katsuki asks you if you’d like to come to a shoot again, but not as a photographer. 

“What’s the theme?” you ask. Katsuki’s half-sitting, half-laying on your couch, having decided not to go to his own apartment to shower, but borrowing yours. Something about renovations. You’re not sure you believe him, and public baths are a dime a dozen, even if he’s possibly too famous to end up at one.

“Heroes and their loved ones.”

You nearly choke on your popcorn, but he seems unfazed by what he said, more concerned about whether or not you’ll need a Heimlich maneuver in the next few moments.

“You couldn’t bring your parents or something?” you ask.

“My mom’s annoying, and Deku is already bringing his mom. Shoto brought a partner, so I think it’s fair to bring a friend.”

A friend. Something washes over your body and you’re unsure if it’s relief or disappointment. 

“Okay.”

—

You should have asked why Katsuki doesn’t have other friends, people he’s known longer and better, but the interview goes well. Shoto and Deku seem very pleased to meet you, Deku asking a million questions, and Shoto asking next to none, but telling you that you seem very nice and that they’re surprised Katsuki could make friends in such a setting. 

“We make art together, I suppose,” you suggest. “That probably makes it easier to connect.”

Deku nods affirmatively. Shoto watches you carefully as though he’s trying to parse out the nuance in your words.

Art. Art is what you make together.

—

The number of selfies in your phone with Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight increase dramatically. It starts off with a few candid pictures taken of him in the background of your selfies, then slowly becomes intentional.

Katsuki offers you a trip that you only realize when meeting downtown will be the next island over. He asks you to bring your camera, and you take pictures together. It’s a week before your birthday, but when he unwraps a box to hand you a pair of bowls he made in secret as a birthday gift, you find your eyes welling with tears.

“Does that mean you like them?” he asks. He carefully allows a finger to wipe away one that escapes and runs down your cheek.

“I love them more than anything in the world.”

—

“These pictures need you in them.”

His head lays in your lap as he leaves through the latest edition of Heroes Weekly. He looks great as usual - you made sure of that - but he’s lamenting the fact that there are still questions on tabloids and forums of where his romantic feelings lie. You let your fingers run through his hair, and he reaches out to grip you gently by the chin and pull you closer into a kiss. 

“We should go public,” he says, as your lips part. 

Yes, but you’re not ready yet. A year has passed and things have settled into place but part of you wants to keep this, whatever you and Katsuki are creating in your hearts, the art of your relationship, to yourself first. 

“Soon.”

He pouts which makes you smile, and then his hand catches yours in his hair then pulls it to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. 

“Okay.” He won’t press you on it, and you’re thankful for that. 

“Suzume told me to remind you, you have another program tomorrow at 4.”

He grimaces again and you gently tap his forehead.

“She only messages me because you don’t text back,” you add. He sighs.

“Annoying.”

“All you have to do is listen,” you reply. He shrugs, then rises to a sitting position. You lay against his back for a moment before he turns and adjusts you so that you rest on his shoulder.

“Everything okay?” he asks. The gentleness in his voice soothes you, draws you into slumber. It’s late.

“We should take a painting class,” you suggest as he picks up on your cue and carries you to your bed.

“I’ll fit it into my schedule,” he offers, laying you down. You wrap your arms around his shoulders before he can escape, pulling him back into a kiss.

His eyelids lower, and both of you continue to do something with your hands - rather, your whole bodies.

[frickingnerd]

dearly despised soulmate

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

summary: you never wanted a soulmate, trying your hardest to keep it a secret that you're katsuki's soulmate. but he eventually finds out that you're the one he's been looking for all this time…

tags: soulmate au (soulmates first words are written on your body), reader doesn't want a soulmate (but bakugou does), injured katsuki & reader, fighting a villain together, angst with an open ending, soulmate reveal, emotional!bakugou, protective!reader

you didn't want a soulmate. 

especially not katsuki bakugou! 

while everyone had always looked forward to meeting their soulmate, you had always dreaded the moment you'd meet yours. his first words were engraved on your skin and while most people had something like a simple "hello" or a compliment they'd receive from their soulmate like "woah, you're beautiful!" the first words your soulmate would say to you weren't nearly as pretty: 

"get out of my way, loser!"

you never looked forward to meeting the one who'd say those words to you and had sworn to yourself that if you knew who your soulmate was, you'd stay as far away as possible from him! 

though on the day you met katsuki bakugou, you realized that would be hard to pull off, since your soulmate was your classmate. and not just that, since living together in the dorms, you two crossed paths quite often. 

despite that, you tried your best to ignore katsuki. you refused to talk to him, no matter the situation. even when he asked you something, you'd turn away or let someone else do the talking for you. 

and for quite a while, it worked. katsuki tried to get you to talk to him time and time again, but never quite realized why you were ignoring him. he even got as far as making the connection that he called you a loser the first time he spoke to you, but never realized that there might be more to it. 

he never even considered that you were his soulmate. because his soulmate was someone sweet and caring, someone he looked forward to meeting one day. at least, that's what the words engraved on his skin made him believe:

"let me protect you this time!"

katsuki was always the strongest, always the one to save and protect the people around him. but the thought of someone doing the same for him… he should hate it, but he longed to have someone who would stand up for him and have his back. 

the day katsuki found out you were his soulmate was the day he almost lost you too. 

class 1A was split into groups, sent out to help ambush a group of villains. katsuki rushed in like always, but this time things went horribly wrong, as he ran right into one of their traps and got himself injured. 

you had rushed after him, knowing he'd do something reckless like that. but with katsuki injured and the two of you split up from the group, you were the only one who could protect the two of you, while you had to wait for backup that might never come…

and that's when you turned to katsuki and said those words he's been longing to hear all this time: 

"let me protect you this time!"

you flashed him a smile, trying to assure the injured boy that you had what it takes to defeat those villains. and you really did defeat them! though not without getting severly injured yourself. 

as you dealt the final blow, the last adrenalin in your body wore off and you finally collapsed in pain. with the last of your strength, you desperately crawled towards katsuki, who had his hand reached out towards you. 

"s-see…? i… protected you…"

your voice was shaky. speaking was exhausting and you barely had the strength to do so. it broke katsuki's heart to see you like this. 

"dumbass…" he huffed, trying to hold back tears from seeing you like this. "you never had anything to prove to me…" 

he inched closer, reaching out his hand towards you. he could almost touch your hand. almost.

"i thought that… i'm a loser…"

you mumbled out, with a faint hint of a smile on your lips. katsuki wasn't sure if you were trying to tease him or if his words had really hurt you that much. 

"you're not a loser… you're my soulmate! you're the most amazing person out there…"

katsuki continued to crawl towards you, before he finally collapsed. he was too weak to move. he had almost reached you, but he couldn't hold you yet. oh how he longed to hold you right now…

"you should've… told me that sooner…"

you slowly reached out your hand towards him and bakugou did the same. just a few inches. a few centimeters. your hand almost reached each other. but almost wasn't enough. 

"i think that… it's too late now…"

katsuki's eyes widened at your words. he raised his head with what little strength he had left. 

"what do you mean?"

but he got no answer. 

"h-hey… what do you mean by that?"

still, no answer. 

"damn it, dumbass! answer me!"

tears began rolling down his cheeks. despite begging you to answer, he knew you wouldn't. 

"please…" katsuki sobbed quietly. "i just found you… i can't lose you already!" 

but no matter what he said, his words didn't reach you. you were right. he should've told you sooner. if only he had known sooner...

[quitesins]

Pro Hero!Bakugou x Criminal!Reader

Masterlist | Pt.2

Tags: Sfw, Drabble?, Pro Hero!Bakugou, Criminal!Reader, Female!reader, Reader is implied to be younger and homeless, dialogue heavy, ooc?

This happens a right after the events of vol 42/the epilogue, this is sort of a snapshot of an already established dynamic in my head

“You look miserable.”

He seems surprised to see you. Which is weird. Dynamight has always been so hyper aware of his surroundings, especially when you, half-criminal, half-comrade, show up.

“Piss off.” Dynamight grunts, locking the doors to his car and turning away from you. His expression is as frustrated as ever, but there’s something solemn underneath.

“You get rejected?” It’s just a joke, but he stiffens like you’ve hit the mark. “Holy shit, you did?” You can’t let him go, not with this in your pocket now.

He pushes past, albeit gentler than the times you’ve felt him body check you before. He grumbles something, uncharacteristically quiet.

“What?” He’s at his door now, and though you’ve already trespassed far into his front garden, it feels a bit invasive to peer into his home. “I just never expected you to be interested in that stuff.”

Dynamight’s keys jingle in the silence where he doesn’t answer, his door opens and as always you look away. He stands too still for a second too long, then sighs, turning to invite you in.

You tilt your head, eyeing him warily. He doesn’t let you ruminate or even ask, his hand on yours, tugging you in himself.

You’ve only ever been in the doorway, so following him past the foyer, taking your shoes off like you’re about to get comfortable, feels strange and unnerving.

Dynamight slumps onto his couch, head tilted back and eyes scrunched closed. You stand there awkwardly, suddenly aware of how different his life is to yours.

His house is nice. Decorated like a magazine, tidier than you’d expect from a bachelor. His tv looks expensive and even the open kitchen you can see in your peripheral, is stocked top to bottom in gadgets you know cost more than anything you own.

“Stop gawking.” Dynamight’s voice, for the first time, startles you. “‘M not offering you tea.”

“I wasn’t— shut up!” You like bothering him, but this time you become defensive. “Why am I here?”

“Yeah?” Dynamight snorts, an eye winking open to look you over. “Why are you?”

It must be something psychological, to have you in his space for once. You like to spook him when he’s on missions, at stores you could only steal from, and even at the cafe by his agency he likes to frequent. But this is his home. His living room. This isn’t the no man’s land of public space. Where it’s easy for you to dominate, since he’s got a reputation (barely) and all sorts of hero rules to follow.

You straighten your back, pulling a usb out your pocket and throwing it at him, without force but in the direction of his head. “You wanted intel.”

“And you couldn’t have waited till the morning?” He scoffs, catching the thing before it hits his face. “Gone to the agency?”

“Unless you grant me full immunity.” You shrug, knowing he won’t.

“Fat chance.” Dynamight inspects the usb. “This not gonna brick up my entire computer?”

“I don’t know.” He looks at you like you’re stupid. “I just took it.”

Dynamight frowns, then pulls out a case from under his coffee table. You’re still standing there uncomfortably, so he rolls his eyes and prompts you to get close. You don’t like following his order, and you can tell he isn’t used to it either. Normally you’re the one openly pushing past his personal space, listening to nothing he says. You lean on the back of his sofa, peering over his shoulder.

The case opens to a laptop, one that uses his fingerprint to unlock. You watch curiously as he taps away at something you don’t understand, before pushing the usb in and lighting up the screen in new colours.

Dynamight becomes quiet, focussed as he sifts through files and documents you still don’t get. You had wanted to continue on your prodding and ask why he looked like such a misery tonight, but his intensity makes it difficult to interrupt.

“Fucking hell.” Dynamight sounds almost in awe. “Where the hell did you get this.”

“I just took it.” You’re petulant. “I said.”

“[Name].” The hero’s body turns, and he stares with new authority. “Don’t piss me off.”

You feel small. Even with you standing over him, even with him in his casual wear, you’re reminded he’s a hero. One that lets you get away with a lot, but still a man of power you could never fight.

“Who rejected you?” You’re brattish. “You didn’t say.”

The non sequitur pisses him off, but he doesn’t want to have you running. “It wasn’t— Deku. I asked him to join my agency.”

That somehow makes you feel better. And equal. Like you’ve both just had terrible days.

“I saw him once. A friend, from when I was little, goes to UA.” You almost distract Dynamight with your reminiscing, but he catches it, frowning and prompting you to answer his original question.

“That guy you were tailing.” You remember a few months ago, recognising Dynamight in stealth gear, in a place where you hadn’t expected him to be. “The one with the red hair.” The descriptor makes something click in Dynamight’s head. His eyes go wide and wider with your next words. “He left a window open.” You shrug. “I snuck in.”

“Alone?” Dynamight wipes his head with his hands, frustrated. You think you’ve done something wrong. “Do you have any idea how—”

“I can take it back!” Interrupting him, you reach out to snatch the usb. You feel scolded and it stings.

He grabs your wrist before you can, you look at him with such sourness and he sighs. “Just… don’t do it again. Leave the hero work to me.”

You’re still pouting, embarrassed.

“You did good. Okay?” His hands give yours a squeeze. “You did really fucking good.” A part of you wants that, his approval, but you pull away anyways.

“I have to go.” You’re already walking backwards to his corridor. He follows you though he knows can’t keep you any longer, he��s never been able to pin you down.

You shove your shoes on haphazardly, not caring about getting it on all the way. He has to unlock the door for you, but before he does he pulls his wallet out.

“How much?” There’s a few large notes in his hand. It’s jarring that he can walk around with so much cash in his pockets.

“Wait.” You stop him with your hands, shaking your head. “Can’t— not tonight— can’t have that much on me.”

Dynamight gives you a look, there’s pity in his eyes. He hesitates letting you go, shoving a 2000 yen note into your hands. “At least.”

The winter air hits you both when the door finally opens. It’s the kind that makes your muscles ache. You step out quickly, already making your way to the fence you hopped over to bother him in the first place.

Before you can lift yourself up, Bakugou calls out, voice uncomfortably gentle. “You got a place to sleep?”

“…No.”

Cut out of a second, there’s a moment where you think he’s wants to say something. But he doesn’t. Instead he just nods, letting you jump over his gate and run off, back into the night.

Because in my head there’s an already established dynamic, I can’t tell if this whole thing only makes sense to me since I don’t need it to be expressed in the details… I did try to add contextualising details but idkkkk eughhhh