#katsuki bakugo x poc reader

[princessfizzintine]

dating katsuki pt. 2 .ᐟ𐚁

[clownwritesfanfic]

I Could Be A Good Mother, and I Wanna Be Your Wife

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in two’s, and it’s just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.

Warnings: Bakugou may be a little ooc but I don’t care

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6,512

Disclaimer: Reader is kept as diverse as possible but wears a skirt, uses the girls locker room, has long enough hair to run fingers through, calls herself ‘mother’, being able to birth a child, and was originally written with a fem aligned person in mind. This is safe for poc, and plus size readers. The majority of the fic is also safe for trans women readers but the bonus at the end is not. (Y/N) is used only once.

Important info before you read‼️

This fic was written originally with an OC of mine in mind, however, most people don’t read Canon x OC and while I normally wouldn’t care and wrote one anyway, I am very proud of this and want as many people to read it as possible and hopefully enjoy it. So with that in mind, I took out any describing factors and her name but I did keep some of her backstory and her quirk. If that bothers you, you can move on but I hope you read it anyway because I’m very proud of this.

Also, there is another OC of mine in this story, Usagi. She’s not integral to the plot and has no speaking roles. I had to add her to keep the class even, otherwise someone would’ve been a single parent.

Any feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Title is inspired by ‘not a lot, just forever’ by Adrianna Lenker but the fic is unrelated.

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It was a Monday, a few weeks after the majority of Class 1A got their provisional hero licenses when Midnight and Recovery Girl entered the classroom. Aizawa had taken it upon himself to snuggle up in his yellow sleeping bag and take a nap after introducing the two women, leaving them to explain what today’s class is.

The students expected Midnight, considering she had taught a few of their classes before, but there were murmurs of why the school nurse was there.

“Listen up boys and girls! We have a very special and unique class for today!” Midnight announced as she raised her hand in the air, her leather whip clutched in her hand, catching the attention of everyone (who was awake) in the room.

“Today isn’t about hero work or everyday schoolwork. This lesson is special, it will help you all later in your lives if you choose this path. The path being….PARENTHOOD!” She exclaimed while striking an enthusiastic pose.

“Wait, what?!” “Seriously?” “What do you mean?!” A series of voices could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Settle down!” Midnight got the attention of the students. “This lesson is the most important lesson anyone can learn. Whether you want to become a parent or not, learning how to care for babies and children is a vital and selfless aspect of life.”

There were a couple hushed protests among the class but Recovery Girl talked over them. “You will have one week to care for these babies.” She explained as she pulled out eleven baby dolls of various genders and races. “These dolls are specially made for things like this. These babies will cry, make noises, “sleep”, “eat”, and soil its diaper like a real baby. They’re also able to record and grade you based on how quickly you can figure out and resolve its problem. And be careful what you say around it and how you say things. They can detect anger and verbal abuse which will drastically affect your score. Now…any questions?”

A bunch of hands were instantly raised. But that didn’t matter since Bakugou stood up and slammed his hands onto his desk and yelled. “WHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO RAISE SOME DUMB BABIES FOR?! THIS IS THE HERO COURSE NOT A NURSEY COURSE!”

“Sit down.” Midnight said sternly. She took over the conversation. “While this lesson isn’t exactly meant to play into your hero work, this knowledge can be beneficial out in the field. For example, in some rescue operations, it can take hours for a child to be reunited with their family. Most of the time, medics will take the child and work with police to try and reunite them with their parents, but there are times where a hero must step in and care for and comfort the child. With older children around three to five years old, they’re easier to calm down. You can talk to them and explain the situation and reassure them. But babies and younger children are harder to console in high stress situations. If you learn these things now, you won’t be stressed if you ever get caught in a situation where you’re in charge of a small child. A lot of heroes are inexperienced with child care unless they are a parent themselves or have young family members. Think of this as getting ahead of a problem before it even starts. Make sense?”

Bakugou grumbled and sat back down.

“Eeeee This is going to be fun! We get to take care of cute babies!” Ashido squealed.

“I don’t think it will be that fun, Mina. Babies are a lot of hard work and dedication.” Asui chimed in, a finger lifted up to her lips. She had two younger siblings, so she knew a thing or two about raising kids.

“Correct you are, child.” Recovery Girl said. “The infant stage is one of the toughest stages of child rearing since they can’t communicate their needs and wants with words. It’s a lot of guessing and paying attention to their body language. However, these dolls do not move so you will have to rely on audio cues to guess what the child needs.”

Midnight spoke up. “You will be split up into groups of two all determined by a random draw. Because there are more boys than girls in this class, some of you will end up in a same sex partnership. You do not have to act as a real couple so don’t freak out if you’re partnered with someone you don’t have romantic feelings for. What’s important is teamwork on taking care of the baby. You are in charge of the child for the rest of this week, including the weekend. You may chose to either take turns or to split responsibility evenly. You will be given all the supplies you will need, if you end up needing more, Recovery Girl will help you. At the end of the week you will return the dolls and we will tally up the scores and see which couple has the lowest score. The lowest score is the winner since each mistake is marked based on how severe of a mistake it was. The higher the score, the worse you did. Any more questions?”

Iida quickly raised his hand. Midnight gestured for him to speak. He stood up and loudly asked “If we are to have the baby all day for the rest of the week, what do we do with it while training? You can’t expect us to take the baby with us! That’s highly dangerous and immoral and I would expect better from such a prestigious school!”

“Yes, you’re right. We don’t expect you to keep the doll with you while training. That’s why each of you will have to figure something out. One of you will have to sit out of training unless you can find a better option. Leaving the child in your dorm and hoping for the best is not an option and neither is bringing it to training and leaving it off to the side. It’s like real life. One of the parents has to stay home and care for the child. Sometimes they will get a babysitter but that is not an option for you since the scores need to come from you and your partner only for you to pass. If you really want to train that day, you’ll either have to talk it through with your partner, or train later in the day during your free time.” Midnight answered.

“Thank you very much for clearing this up.” Iida said, bowing deeply before taking his seat.

Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright! With everything out of the way, let’s draw for your partners.” She held up a blue plastic box. “In this box is twenty-two coloured tokens. There are eleven pairs. Each one of you will reach into this box and pull out one token, when everyone has a token, you will be given time to find the person with the same colour token. They will be your partner for the rest of the week. You may not switch partners. Each colour is already assigned to a baby as well, so you don’t get to chose that either.” As she finished explaining she walked around the room letting everyone reach in and pull out a token. When the box was empty she returned to the front and allowed the class to find their partners.

Midoriya and Uraraka had the yellow tokens, Shouji and Asui had the purple tokens, Mina and Kirishima had the red tokens, Kaminari and Jirou had the orange tokens, Hagakure and Yayorozu had the light blue tokens, Sero and Mineta had the black tokens, Usagi and Tokoyami had the dark blue tokens, Todoroki and Ojiro had the pink tokens, Iida and Aoyama had the green tokens, and Satou and Kouda had the white tokens.

You looked down at your brown coloured token and looked back up to scan the room. All your classmates were already paired up and either happily talking about how it would be to raise a baby together or complaining about their partner. You could faintly hear Mineta crying about not being paired up with a girl. You look across the room at Bakugou who was still sat at his desk, glaring at his token.

Upon closer look, you could see that it was the same colour as yours. You sighed, already accepting that you’ll basically be a single parent as you can’t imagine he’d want anything to do with this. You reluctantly stood up and made your way across the classroom to him.

“Um…hey. Looks like we have the same colour. Guess we’re partners for the week.” You said, gently.

“I can fucking see that. I’m not blind, dumbass.” He retorted.

Ah, it seems he’s decided to take on the verbally abusive and absent father route already. You’ll have to do your best to make sure you get a low enough score. You’ve never taken care of a baby before. You had baby dolls as a kid but they’ve never graded you before. This was a whole new challenge and you could feel the anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“Right…well. We should talk about how we want to do this.” You started. “I think we should take turns each day. I could take it today and you take it tomorrow and repeat. I know you probably don’t want to skip a day of training so I can take it during training even on your days. There’s not much really for me to train anyway so I can afford to lose a week of it.” You let out a weak laugh.

Bakugou growled. “Do whatever you want but don’t be stupid. You can train on the days I have it. Don’t stop your training over some dumb doll.”

“But…you would be stopping yours if you-“ You get cut off by the blonde.

“I’m already the best in this whole class! Missing a few days of training isn’t going to do anything. Besides, you’re weak and you need to be at your strongest so I can beat you and prove that I’m the best in this entire school!” He yelled. You think that was a compliment albeit he put it weirdly.

“Ha…yeah…okay.” You replied. Just then the bell rang and everyone started to put their stuff away. You went over to your desk to do the same.

“Please return your tokens to the box! And before you leave, pick up your baby with the matching colour onesie and the bag of necessities. You have the rest of the day to yourselves.” Said Midnight.

You slung your bag onto your back and walked to the front of the room and dropped your token back into the box. You waited for your classmates to fizzle out a bit so you could get your baby. The dolls were all lined up in car seats. You found the one wearing a brown onesie, a girl with blonde hair. You chuckled to yourself at the resemblance to your partner.

You grabbed the handle of the car seat and went to grab the big duffel bag next to it when someone grabbed it before you. You look over to see Bakugou standing over you, glaring off to the side.

“Move it.” He gruffed out as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

You left the classroom with Bakugou trailing behind you, still scowling. You turn around and start walking backwards to face him and hold out the car seat so he could see the doll nestled inside.

“Look. She looks like you.” You giggled. He glanced down at the blonde doll and huffed.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and turned back around and followed your classmates to the dorms.

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Back in the dorms, everyone was changed out of their school uniforms and gathered in the common room with their new kids. Everyone of course…except for Bakugou, who very grumpily went to his room after dropping the bag of things off at your room.

You had went through the bag and found loads of diapers, clothing, a carrier that strapped to your chest, bottles, a pacifier, and some baby toys. You weren’t exactly sure why you would need toys, considering the baby isn’t actually real, but you guessed you’d find out the reason sooner or later.

You decided to change her out of her boring brown onesie so you picked out a cute outfit from the ones provided. You undid the buckles holding the baby in the car seat (why it came in a car seat when you don’t even know how to drive a car, you will not know) and gently and carefully lifted the little girl out of the seat, making sure to support her head.

As you laid her on the ground and started to undress her, she started making cooing noises.

“Oh! Hello….you must be awake now I guess.” You spoke to the baby as she cooed in reply. “Ha…I guess you are kinda cute.” You felt as if you were talking to yourself.

When your new daughter was dressed, you decided to go to the common room since you thought everyone would be there, and right you were. As you went down the hallway you could hear the excited chatter of your classmates getting louder. When you were in sight, Mina noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey! Come over here! We’re all showing off our babies!” She excitedly exclaimed. As you walked over, Kirishima stood up from his spot beside Mina and offered the space to you. You thanked him as you sat down and readjusted your baby in your arms.

“Course! What kinda man would I be if I didn’t offer a seat to a lady with a baby!” He replied. Ever so chivalrous, he is.

“Ha! That rhymed.” Kaminari pointed out.

“Awww you got a girl? How lucky!” Mina squealed. “Kirishima and I got a boy. We named him Kenji.” You looked down at her lap where the doll was laid on its back.

“You named it?” You asked.

“Well yeah! We can’t just keep calling him “it” and “the baby”.” She explained as if it was obvious.

Iida then chimed in, his baby tucked securely in one of his arms. “Yes, I suppose it would be beneficial to name the child. This is supposed to be taken seriously and we can not leave a child unnamed!”

There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone talked with their partners on what they should name their baby. You looked down to the small blonde doll in your arms that let out another coo and softly smiled.

“Riki…” You thought to yourself. “I’ll call you Riki.”

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“Riki?” Bakugou gawked. “You gave it a name?”

Bakugou was helping with making dinner, well, it was more like he forced everyone to let him do most of it because “no one was doing it right”. You were stood out of the way but within talking distance, your newly named baby in one arm and holding a bottle up to her mouth as she “ate”.

“First off, she’s a she not an “it”. Secondly, everyone in the class named their baby. We have to take this seriously and I’m not going to call her an “it” the whole week. Besides…I thought Riki would be a good name. It means “strong”….and since she kinda looks like you, I figured you’d want your kid to be strong like you so…” You trailed off looking down at the doll in your arms. “We can change it though if you really don’t like it.”

Bakugou huffs. “No…call it-…..call her whatever you want.” He continues to cook in silence. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. You smile softly at him. Maybe you won’t have to do this alone after all.

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The first day goes by smoothly. You had a bit of a learning curve with changing the diaper but you managed after help from Yayorozu. Who knew she’d be so good at something like that?

You had just settled down into bed after putting Riki to “sleep” and were scrolling on your phone. It was about 10pm, most people were still awake but you knew the person you wanted to talk to most more than likely wasn’t. He went to bed at 8:30pm every night, even on weekends.

You stared at your screen open on Bakugou’s blank private messages page. UA made an app for the students to contact each other and teachers with. It worked like a regular texting app, every class had their own group chat and you could private message each other, even students from other classes. All of them were accessible to staff if needed though.

You didn’t know if you should even bother asking him if he’s still going to take Riki tomorrow. Plus you didn’t want to wake him up. You were about to turn your phone off when you got a message from Mina. You open up her message and see a picture of Kirishima with his hair down, asleep on one of the couches in the common room with their baby on his chest. You laughed quietly to yourself and responded with a cute reaction meme. You thought they would make an interesting pair for this project.

You turned off your phone and plugged it in to charge and set it on your bedside table. You got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes. It would take you a while to fall asleep so you started to let your mind wander. You realized that tomorrow Bakugou will miss out on training if he takes the baby. He already told you earlier today in class not to worry about it and to focus on your own training…but you genuinely couldn’t think on how training would benefit you.

Your quirk has always been more of a supporting quirk rather than one that could do well in a fight one on one. Your quirk is called Cheer, by speaking words of encouragement to someone, you can make your target stronger both physically and emotionally. The reverse also works, if you berate someone it makes them weaker. You can use it on more than one person but its effects get weaker the more people you use it in at once. There’s also a major weakness to your quirk. Anytime you berate someone, you gain confidence, but when you encourage someone, it takes away your confidence. Because of this you feel inferior to everyone else in your class. Even Mineta has a more useful quirk in combat than you do. You’re basically forced to sit on the sidelines and watch people fight. It helps in rescue operations but you still wished you could fight like everyone else. You only managed to get into the hero course because you racked up enough rescue points and got lucky with a three pointer.

It’s ironic that someone with an inferiority complex got paired up with someone with a superiority complex. It’s even more ironic that you managed to gain a crush on the bastard too.

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It was now Tuesday morning and Bakugou was sat in his room staring at the doll in its car seat.

You had entered the common room already dressed in your uniform with Riki in the seat. Hero training was the first class that morning so anyone who was in charge of their baby that day stayed behind and would join everyone later for normal classes. Your tie wasn’t done yet and your skirt was pulled up a little too high, showing off more thigh than you usually do, as you were in a rush since Riki wouldn’t stop crying and you couldn’t figure out why. She had finally managed to settle down when you gave her the included pacifier.

You weren’t much of a breakfast eater, especially if you were training in the morning so you didn’t go to the kitchen. You noticed Bakugou sat on one of the couches drinking something out of a mug. He was wearing a simple black tank top and sweatpants.

“Oh Bakugou! There you are. I’m guessing since you’re not in uniform you’re still taking Riki today.” You sat the car seat on the floor near him and started doing your tie. You knew you were just going to have to take it off soon to change into your hero costume but you still wanted to show up looking like you at least tried. “So I figured out that she makes different noises depending on what she wants. Most of the time she just wants to be held or given a pacifier so she makes really whiny sounds that almost sound like a cry. She was just crying now and the only thing that made her stop was the pacifier so she might start up again soon. I made a smaller bag of her things like diapers and her bottle just so you’re not carrying a big ass duffel bag later.” You were almost rivalling Midoriya with how fast you were muttering, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t want to be late and you kept fumbling with your tie.

As you were smoothing out your front, you felt a pair of hands grab the bottom of your skirt and start to pull down. You shrieked and smacked the hands away and turned around to see (to the best of your ability) Hagakure behind you.

“Oh my god, Hagakure! I had no idea who was behind me! You scared me thinking it was Mineta pulling at my skirt.” You laughed and grabbed onto the girls arms.

“Ahhh I’m sorry! I just noticed your skirt was up a lot higher than normal and you almost showed off a bit too much.” The invisible girl explained as you fixed your skirt. “Come on, we got to get to class!”

“Right, yeah, I’m coming.” You responded as Hagakure held your hand. You quickly turned to Bakugou again who once again had a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “You sure you’ll be okay? I know it’s only for an hour before I see you again so if you want to pawn her off to me next class then that’s fine.”

“Tch…how incompetent do you think I am? Of course I can take care of some stupid doll for an hour!” He barked back at you.

You felt Hagakure pulling you towards the front door. “Ok, well…see you later then!” You said as you finally took off with your friend, leaving Bakugou and a few others scattered around the common room.

“Heyyy, Bakugou! You get stuck on babysitting duty too?” Kaminari taunted, his baby settled in a carrier strapped to his chest.

Bakugou growled. “It’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid you idiot. And you look dumb with that thing on.” He stood up and grabbed the handle of the car seat and went off to his room. He could hear Kaminari complaining as he left.

Now here he was, in his room having a staring match with a doll. He wasn’t sure what to do for an hour, let along with a baby. He glanced up at some math homework left on his desk and decided to finish it up so he was ahead of everyone else in class. Ten minutes past when his concentration was interrupted by whining. He looked over at the car seat that was faced away from him at this angle and sighed. He reached over and turned it around.

“Jesus. She didn’t mention how fucking annoying it would be.” He muttered to himself as he undid the straps and lifted the baby out. “What the hell is your problem, huh?” He asked, surprisingly not as loud as he normally would. He thought maybe she was hungry and remembered you said something about a small bag with her bottle in it. He looked around but couldn’t find it. In fact, he didn’t remember seeing any bag with the baby anyway. He grumbled as he picked up his phone and opened up the messaging app and sent you a private message.

In the locker rooms you heard your phone buzz and decided to look at it as you were changing. You saw a notification from Bakugou and quickly opened it.

Katsuki Bakugou: hey, dumbass. she’s crying but I can’t find that bag you were talking about

You winced as you remembered that you never actually grabbed the bag in your rush to get downstairs.

You: damn I must have forgotten it in my room, sorry. feel free to go and grab it. my room code is 6678 it should be on my desk. you know which floor I’m on right?

Bakugou scoffed.

Katsuki Bakugou: yes I know. I’m not stupid.

You: never said you were <3 have fun lol

You didn’t realize you sent the heart. It was muscle memory from texting with your friends, but it sent Bakugou for a loop.

After he had quickly made his way to the second floor and grabbed the bag you mentioned, he went back to his room where he had left the baby on his bed. Her whining had turned into crying by now.

“Alright, Alright! I got your damn stuff.” Bakugou sat on the floor and settled the doll into his arm. He removed the pacifier and held the bottle up to its mouth. He felt relieved when the crying stopped. “This is fucking ridiculous.” He thought out loud.

He rested his back on his bed and started to drift off in to thought. Why did you send that heart? Did you mean to do it? Was it a reflex? Were you making fun of him? No…that couldn’t be right. You were one of the few that took him seriously. Sure you teased him sometimes, but not as much as the others. He thought back to a time where he accidentally overheard something he probably shouldn’t have that still made his heart feel weird.

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Bakugou was making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink. He could hear you and the other girls of Class 1A giggling and talking about random shit.

He was going to ignore the group when something made him stop in his tracks right before he would be seen.

“Sooo, who do you like?” Mina asked with a teasing voice.

“Who, me?” You asked as Mina nodded. All eyes were on you and you felt yourself blush. “Well…I guess I kinda have a thing for Bakugou…” You answered shyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?!” “Wait, Bakugou?!” “Really?” The girls cried out in unison.

“Why is that so shocking? You guys seriously don’t think he’s at least a little bit attractive?” You inquired.

Bakugou stiffened at the confession and he felt his heartbeat speed up. You…had a crush on him? Someone actually was interested in him romantically?

“You don’t think all his yelling and name calling is a turn off?” Uraraka asked.

“Hm…not really. Sure he says some mean stuff but…he doesn’t actually mean it.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…he always seems to be serious about it. I mean he doesn’t even know our names.” Jirou huffed.

“Yes he does!” You laughed. “He’s not stupid. He’s a lot smarter than I think any of you give him credit for.”

“He is in the top our class academic wise as well as hero wise.” Yayorozu chimes in.

“Exactly. Have none of you realized that a lot of his plans actually work? He may seem like he’s rushing into things but it’s obvious he’s put clear thought into his plans. And the fact that he can make one up that quickly is impressive. He’s also more compassionate than you’d think.” You said, leaning back on the couch.

“Well I think you’re wrong with that.” Tsu replied.

“Because you guys are only seeing the surface level. You’re not reading in between the lines. For example, remember when we just moved into the dorms, the talk Mr. Aizawa had with us outside?” They nodded. “When Mr. Aizawa left, you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the class at being reminded of what happened. Bakugou grabbed Kaminari and made him go all dumb because he knew it would make everyone laugh. And it did! The tension was gone instantly! Bakugou really does care, he just doesn’t know how to show it like other people. And remember the school festival? He totally could’ve refused to play the drums but he did it anyway! That’s what I like about him. He’s not a cold hearted asshole, he just wants you to think he is. I use to be like that too.” You trailed off, looking ashamed.

“Wait. YOU were an asshole?” Mina prodded.

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah, back when I first got my quirk. I realized that putting other people down gave me a lot of confidence. I went on a power trip and started bullying everyone. I started to realize that the “friends” that I did have were only my “friends” so they could escape my words. Made me feel like shit when I found out. Now I hate using my quirk like that unless absolutely necessary. But yeah….I see through Bakugou’s walls and I guess it just made me fall for him.” You changed the subject.

“Wow…you’re whipped for him, aren’t you?” Mina teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t tell him that. I don’t need him on my ass about it.” You blushed and waved her off.

“You sure you don’t want him on your ass?” Mina teased again.

“OH SHUT UP!” You threw a pillow at her as the girls laughed.

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Bakugou had zoned out at that memory. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it’s your fault for being so damn loud and talking about him in the first place! It’s been a few weeks since that and it’s still fresh in his mind. Did he like you back? He wasn’t sure. On one hand he was pissed at how you managed to figure him out so easily, but on the other hand…he felt comforted knowing someone understood him and didn’t make fun of him for it. He will admit that you weren’t that bad looking or as stupid as everyone else. He did wish you would see the potential you had with your quirk, though. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he scoffed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back down at the doll in his arms.

“I guess…she’s not so bad…” He said softly to Riki.

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Training had finished and you and the rest of your classmates were on your way to your next class.

Upon entering the classroom you noticed everyone that had skipped out on training standing around, babies either in their arms, strapped to their chest, or in the car seat. Bakugou was sat in his spot, chin in his hand looking out the window to his left.

You had a few minutes to spare before class started so you walked up to your partner. “Hey! How’d it go? Was she fussy?” You asked as you squatted down to see Riki, who was in her car seat on the floor next to his desk.

“Tch, no. I told you I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled.

“I’m pretty sure none of us know what we’re doing but it’s nice to know that you’re taking this seriously.” You replied standing back up.

“HA? YOU THINK I WOULD’NT? YOU THINK I’M NOT CAPABLE OF THIS?” He yelled as he let off small explosions.

“Course not. I did kinda think you would end up leaving most of this to me though. But it’s nice that you’re playing along.” You smiled sincerely.

Iida started ushering everyone to their assigned seats as class was about to begin. You patted Bakugou on his shoulder and left to your seat near the back of the class.

He clenched his fists and glared down at his desk, he could feel his heartbeat going wild again.

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A few days had passed and it was now Friday night and you were at your wits end.

It was your day with Riki and she had been crying non stop for thirty minutes now. You were pacing your room with her in your arms as the doll “sobbed” louder and louder with each agonizing minute. You had no idea what was wrong; you tried feeding her, changing her diaper, holding her, giving her a pacifier, you even tried the toys that they provided but nothing was working!

You were close to tears yourself as you thought about how this would affect your grade and how pissed Bakugou would be if you ruined it. The whole week went by just fine, it never took this long for her to settle down. You had gotten lucky with the baby you were given as she was so easy to care for, but this moment right now was proving difficult.

Feeling like you had no other choice, you left your room with your still wailing daughter in your arms and quickly made your way up to Bakugou’s room.

You knocked on his door while still trying to shush Riki. When Bakugou opened the door, he looked like he had just woken up which made you start ranting.

“Bakugou, fuck, I’m so sorry to bother you right now I know you like to go to bed early but she’s been crying like this for like thirty minutes now and I’ve tried everything but she just won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do and I’m probably gonna make us fail cause I can’t get her to fucking stop and I just…” You panted “…can you please help me?” You nearly whined.

“Give her to me.” Bakugou reached out as you transferred her into his arms. He walked away with the crying doll, leaving his door open. You decided that was an invitation so you slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind you. You watched as Bakugou gently bounced the doll in his arms and started petting its blonde head.

You stared in awe as Riki started to finally quiet down until she was silent. You breathed out a sigh of relief but tears started to quickly gather in your eyes. Bakugou had opened his balcony door and stepped outside to the cool air. You ran a hand through your messy hair and followed them out onto the balcony. The not quite freezing but cold air nipping at your skin. It felt nice as you didn’t even notice that you were sweating from the stress. You bent over and rested your elbows on the railing and placed your head in your hands, trying to hold back your tears.

“She had been crying for so long…I tried everything but nothing worked. But the minute you have her she finally stops. What the hell am I doing wrong? Why am I such a bad mother?” You muttered more to yourself but your partner could hear you anyways.

A minute of silence went by as you tried to not let your tears fall when Bakugou finally spoke up, surprising gently. “Don’t beat yourself up over something you barely know how to handle.”

He leaned his back against the railing next to you. His arm barely grazing against your shoulder, his way of trying to comfort you. You sniffed and dropped your arms from your head and looked forward out into the dark courtyard.

“She’s been perfect this entire week. Nothing I couldn’t handle…but she just had to act like a total brat tonight.” You sighed.

“Hey.” Bakugou said sternly. “Don’t call our daughter a brat…that’s my line.”

You laughed at that, completely overlooking the fact that you called the doll “our daughter”. Bakugou softly smiled at your laugh, also not realizing exactly what he said. But her certainly felt his heart flutter as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

Bakugou decided he’d take her for the rest of the night so you could get some sleep. It was his turn tomorrow anyway.

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Monday had come by quickly, thus, ending the project. Recovery Girl had collected the dolls, and you couldn’t lie, you felt a little sad at the fact that you won’t have Riki around anymore. The class waited in anticipation to see whose grade was the lowest.

When the results came in, Midnight stood at the front of the class once again and started to call out the grades.

“Coming in last place is Sero and Mineta with a sixty-five.” Mineta started screaming about how unfair it was and that they got a faulty doll. “Todoroki and Ojiro have a score of thirty-four, Kaminari and Jirou have a thirty, Iida and Aoyama a twenty-seven, Usagi and Tokoyami with twenty-five, Shouji and Asui with twenty-one, Hagakure and Yayorozu with twenty, Mina and Kirishima with an eighteen, Satou and Kouda with a fifteen, Bakugou and (Y/N) with a score of eight, and lastly, coming in first place with the best score is Midoriya and Uraraka with a three! Good work everyone. I hope you all learned some valuable lessons from this experience!” Midnight finished.

There were high fives and cheers coming from the people with the lower scores and talks of what they could’ve done better from the people with higher marks.

You stared down at your desk smiling. Eight wasn’t so bad, right? Much better than what Mineta got.

At the front of the class, Bakugou has turned his head back to look at you and softly smiled to himself when he saw your relief. He turned back around to look down at his hands as he played with his pen. He could hear Midoriya and Uraraka being congratulated for the lowest score and for once in his life….he didn’t mind coming in second.

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Bonus:

Twelve years later, Bakugou had established himself as the number two hero with his own agency. You worked along side him as his number one sidekick. You both grew a lot since high school and grew closer from the experience. You managed to get rid of your inferiority complex and become more comfortable with using your quirk against villains rather than standing by and cheering on the heroes. You can also hold your own in combat pretty well now and you have a slew of support items to help.

But instead of kicking ass on the street you were laid out on a hospital bed after the longest 7 hours of your life. You were sweaty and exhausted, but it was all worth it as you looked at the little bundle in your arms. A head of blonde hair was peaking out of the blanket.

“What should we name her?” You whispered to the person leaning over you with their hand on your head and looking lovingly down at the newborn.

“…..Riki.” Bakugou said softly.

[ttodorokiii]

animal (m)

synopsis. Bakugou can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.

warnings. explicit sex, kissing, unprotected sex [BE SMART IRL AND WRAP IT!] biting, obsessed bakugou, he is so lovesick :((, but he’s very horny, rough sex, he fucks you between a door n him, strong bakugou, borderline yandere bakugou 😵‍💫🫡

note. hihi I’m back! Plz send asks because I missed y’all so much n also warning, this is messy n cringe. PLZ SEND THIRST ASKS ANYTIME OR JUST ASKS TALK TO MEEEEE! share feedback!

*not edited*

Katsuki has no self control when it comes to you.

You are irresistible to him, he is so helpless when it comes to you. What is it about that gets him so hot and bothered, just one look at you? He’s hard.

You get him so horny without doing anything at all, you’re washing dishes? He’s mesmerised by you, with the way your hands work, the way you’re so focused on doing them.

It gets him. He feels so dumb, he should feel disgusting at himself for being so horny about the most normal things you do.

It’s disgusting, but he can’t control it. You’d be so embarrassed if you could hear his thoughts, you’d leave him.

He’s so addicted to fucking you, feeling you in the deepest and most intimate way he can, your lips, your nose, your damn e/c eyes, that seductive gaze you give him.

You’re the most sexiest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on,

If only people knew just how much of a whore their beloved number two hero, dynamite is for his woman. They’d find him pathetic. He doesn’t give a single fuck though.

You are his. He could fuck you forever and he wouldn’t get tired. God, he loves you so much.

Katsuki isn’t good with words or let alone expressing his feelings out loud, he is obsessed with you, he’s so crazy for you but he is unable to express it.

Unless it’s through intimacy.

So that’s why he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat, breathing so loudly into your ear as you yelp, breathless, his large palm holding the back of your neck so you’re looking straight into his wild ruby eyes, clouded with love.

“Fuck! love you s’much princess!” Bakugou confesses into the shell of your ear, his voice rough and husky, you can’t respond because the high of the pleasure is too much for you to handle. He knows your body so well.

He knows your spots. Your man knows how to fuck you so good, you whimper, your nails scratching on his skin, he’s so strong, holding your legs effortlessly when you lose yourself into him.

He feels so good inside you. You’re sure you see stars right now.

He pounds into that spot once again and you moan out loud, digging your nails once again into his flesh. Bakugou moans too, it spurns him on more, the man is a stallion, holding you in place while rutting into you feverishly.

“S-So good, suki!” You praise your husband. Bakugou grands your nipple and gives it a gentle pinch, driving you insane.

“My baby, fuck… love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips impatiently to yours, his kiss is passionate, swallowing your breath.

“‘m gonna fuck you so good because you deserve it baby, I love you so much.”

He is so passionate, so gentle yet rough. You could never get used to his touch truly, it still makes your skin ignite, just one touch and your body’s on fire.

“My princess.” He finally stops kissing you. “Hope you have the energy because we’re not going to sleep tonight.”

[mikulovingtrash]

Dating Katsuki is funny because he's been waking up bright and early at 5:00 am since his U.A days. As the days go by, you stop waking up by yourself, instead, you wake up next to a warm lingering feeling in the bed. That warm feeling eventually turns to Katsuki, even though it's 10:00, way later than he used to wake up. When you ask him about it, all you get is him pulling your body closer, telling you to go back to bed.

[ouch-thats-harsh]

Sappy and shit -- Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: some fluff thats all :))

warnings: none that I can think of other than that there's a mention of touching ass

notes: reader's pov, gn! reader, kinda self indulgent ngl but either way enjoy some baku fluff!!

"I love to kiss your neck. its so supple and soft, perfect for a little kiss..." you mumbled against his neck

its true, you do love his neck.

you two cuddle a lot during winter and since Katsuki's a walking furnace, you would just bury your face in his neck and he likes to hold you, therefore its a win-win for both.

you don't get to be 'sappy and shit' as he likes to put it all the time but when you do, you try to make the most of it

like now,

"I like your ass-" he says, holding you

"damn, way to ruin the mood" you cut him off, feeling him run his hand towards your said ass

"well, I had to say something before you got all sappy and shit" he says, chuckling at your pout

but you both know these are those lovey-dovey sappy moments you both crave

his crude yet somehow loving words, simple touches and glances

your little smiles, teasing words, light brushes against him and nicknames

they make up for the moments away

you two aren't big on PDA but damn, those little moments where you and him are holding hands or walking through the hallways together, just enjoying the other's company, that's your sappy and shit

and you know that, so does he.

--> reblog, comment and send in some feedbacks since I am writing for the first time in a way! appreciate you for reading, thanks!!

[loloslaystheday]

Friendly Fire

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

prompt: katsuki is tired when he gets home from work. you allow him to cool down through you.

warnings: spicy content. idc who reads, just be warned.

note: i get bakugou fanfics on tumblr every single day and i just couldn’t help myself. ignore the title…

bakugou sighed. right as he sat down just to take a breath, he got called to the scene of another crime. a robbery at that. why couldn’t the police handle a robbery? that’s what they’re for!

after he spent all day fighting real villains, he had to go to a robbery?

but, he cleared his head of the annoyed and spiteful thoughts and just rolled with it.

when he actually pulled up to the bank, he sort of realized why the police couldn’t handle it.

the villain, seemingly a teenage girl, waved from atop her dazzling blue pillar of water, inside of the pillar was a flow of money to the top. “hi, dynamight!”

he facepalmed so hard, the surrounding police officers thought he’d turn red.

“you can’t handle a teenager?!” he barked at the officers.

“she has a quirk!” one of them managed out, even though she was faced with his fierce scowl.

bakugou inhaled. he looked up at the young woman who was swinging her legs and whistling ladyfingers.

“i got it…” he grumbled.

despite the big game the villain was supposedly talking, it took no longer than 15 minutes for katsuki to wrap up the whole thing.

“you couldn’t take care of a little girl throwing a tantrum?” he’d ask the cops, signature scowl showing just how irritated he was.

he was quick to clock out and damn near speed home. when he finally opened the door, kicked off his shoes and slumped on the couch he was out like a light.

“tsuki?” he groans. you chuckle slightly at his pout and deeply furrowed brows. “sorry. you’re on the couch, baby, come to bed.”

his red eyes crack open slightly to look at you.

maybe he was just hella tired or you looked way too good at the moment to have just woken up, he assumed.

katsuki reached out to grab your other hand and you met him half way. you were about to speak, but cut yourself off with a gasp as he pulled you onto his lap.

“bad day.” he grumbled.

you shifted a bit to get comfy and ended up straddling his hips, eyes locked onto his.

“i’m sorry to hear that, baby.” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling through knots.

his thumbs circled your hips, squeezing at the soft skin of your thighs and sliding his palms up and down your waist.

he couldn’t help himself but to kiss and suck your chest and neck, pulling you impossibly closer and waking up the more he heard your moans and gasps.

you didn’t mind it after all. he was hard at work all day and who were you to deny what he wanted?

as long as it calmed him down and you’d get a day off of chores tomorrow, you’ll let him do whatever he pleased to you.

~~~~~~

i feel like this is the second shortest fanfic i’ve posted here… ignore how bad i am at limes or lemons or whatever these are called- smut???

well just call it spicy… i’m bad at writing spicy stuff.

anyways-

[writingwhileblvck]

Can you do one where Bakugou gets from work horny and he walks in on you fingering yourself?

Absolutely! I changed it up just a tiny bit, but nothing crazy, so I hope you enjoy!

Stress Reliever

Paring: Bakugou x Fem Reader

Both you and Katsuki knew, in being hero's you would both have to find time for each other. However, when you have shifts that contradict each other, that becomes a lot easier said than done. Especially lately, since there has seem to be a surge of new villains that was currently infesting the city. It was nothing that too difficult to handle but with Katsuki on night patrol, the extra work was keeping him away from you for longer than either of you would like.

Tonight you figured you get some work done instead of lounging around the house, but you were really missing your man. Every inch of your body was craving his touch. His hands on your things, his lips on your neck, just the thought made you dizzy. But you put it out of your mind so you could work. Or... At least you TRIED. You really did try to get your mind off of it, because you had so much paperwork to finish. But as you sat at your desk, the throb between your legs was becoming unbearable.

Ah. What the hell?

An aggravated sigh of defeat fell from your mouth as you leaned back in your chair. Katsuki was plaguing your mind, and in that moment all you wanted was his lips wrapped around your sensitive little clit. But in his absence you were the next best option.

Thank god you were home. You thought as you propped yourself on top of your desk. With your boyfriend's shirt already discarded on the floor, you laid back and ran your hands down your body, legs spreading instinctually as you slowly removed your soaked panties. Your fingers explored your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit and letting your mind wonder.

You imagine Katsuki sitting in your desk chair and eating you like a man starved. Sucking , slurping, and moaning into your hot cunt. Your rubbed faster, harder. You could practically feel his lips wrapped around your hardened nipples, as his fingers easily reached and abused that sweet spot.

You groaned in frustration, cause no matter how hard you tried, your finger would never be enough. So instead your reached into your desk drawer and pulled out your pink dildo. Using the big suction cup on the end, you attached it to the surface of the desk. You were already dripping, so you didn't even bother with the lube and just lowered yourself down.

You didn't give to fucks about the papers below you as you rode your pretty toy. They were already cover in the sticky juices and beyond saving. All you were worried about was cumming, and you bounced up and down like your life depended on it.

"Fuck Katsuki...."

The little toy didn't compare to his coke can of a dick and you knew it, but you were desperate. You reached back into the drawer and pulled out your rose shaped vibrator. Putting it on his highest setting you went to town on your poor clit.

And there you were, completely bare naked on top of your desk, fucking the shit out of yourself. You were so gone you didn't hear the front door open...

Katsuki dragged himself through the front door of your shared home absolutely exhausted. This overtime was killing him. Having to do these drive by meeting with you was killing him too. Not being able to hold you like he wants, kiss you like he wants, fuck you like he wants... Even now, all he wanted was his girlfriend's sweet thighs wrapped around his face-

He pause though when he heard a weird sound coming from down the hall. It was late so he just assumed you'd already gone to bed. But oh was he surprised when he found you in your office desperately fucking yourself.

He watched you from the crack in the door, not daring to interrupt this beautiful sight. The moans that fell from your mouth were sinful, and each cry of his name went straight to his dick.

Katsuki palmed himself through his uniform as he watched your ass bounce on that pathetic dildo. Smiling to himself because he knows that he'll have you squirting within minutes when he gets his hands on you.

Eventually, Katsuki abandons just palming himself for just straight up stroking his hard cock. He paces himself with you as your moans get louder and louder. He can hear the squelching of your juicy pussy from where he was, the sound alone almost made him bust. But he was able to hold it together a bit longer until he heard you scream his name and squirt all over your desk.

He tried his best to stay quite has his thick, hot ropes of cum decorate your office door, but he knew he failed when he saw you shoot up and look straight at the door. Pushing the door open, he revealed himself in all his glory.

To say your were embarrassed would be the understatement of the century, as you tried to scramble from on top of the desk. Katsuki's voice is what made you freeze though.

"Might as well stay right there babygirl. It's daddy's turn to fuck you stupid." He was looking at you at a hunter about to capture its prey, and you could feel yourself getting worked up again.

So you did as he said, and arched that pretty ass up high for him. Because who were you to deny daddy what he wanted?

[katsumiiii]

woke up thinking about hand placement with katsuki. like those little subtle touches that only he and you recognize.

when he’s uncomfortable he lightly taps the back of your ear, pretending to adjust one of your piercings or fondle your earlobe. but you and him have set up a system, so with every little poke and prod comes a message behind them.

the light nudge on your ear caused you to hastily shift your eyelids. you steadily sat your gin and tonic you’d been sipping on for the past hour down on the marble table below (katsuki, in his own words, wondered why you ordered that ‘shitty ass acid water’ anyways, especially since your go to drink was the complete opposite. usually you chose to settle for something sweeter like a strawberry daiquiri or lime  margarita).

“y’good babes?” you leaned towards your lovers earlobe, whispering pleasantly. he noticeably shivered at your proximity. though you’ve been dating for about 2 years now, katsuki had never exactly gotten over the butterflies you bring with the simplest gestures you do.

“jus’ wanna leave.” he continued to stroke your earlobe, his second hand (cold from the amount of heavy rings placed both on his middle, and pointer fingers)  rised beneath the muted sage green dress you decided on wearing.

you hummed at the response, fingernails trailing up his bicep. katsuki was no small man. his shoulders were broad and arms were heavy, he commanded any room he appeared in, and not because of his all too familiar snarl (which at this point seemed to be a trademark look for him), but because of the sheer size of the man. years of training and hero work built his body to resemble a tank personified (not that you were complaining).

“why you wanna leave baby?”

“these idiots are too damn loud. jus’ wanna lay in bed and do fuckin’ nuffin’.”

you snickered at the response, eyes finally settling onto his own. “you wanna do fuckin’ nuffin’ kats?” you mocked humorously.

“yeah.” he nuzzled further into your neck, breathing you in (he always said you smelled like mangos and on occasion jasmine).

“alright baby, i hear you.”

another gesture he’d often do (which might be seen as cliché), is placing his palm on the slight curve of your back. he usually did this when in crowded spaces, leading you through seas and oceans of stomping feet and waving hands.

hero gala’s were always crowded, seeing as though there were thousands of people out there helping others invited to this event, including katsuki bakugo (aka dynamite). it had taken some convincing from you to get your lover to even attend the event in the first place. complaints tumbled out his lips, ranging from ‘not wanting to deal with people in the first place’, to ‘people are going to see you in that stunning dress’ (your words not his). but, with some begging and a little bit of pleading you were able to convince the man to put on a damn suit and attend.

“still don’t fuckin’ know why I had to come.” katsuki complained yet again, hand on the expanse of your back to lead you through the shifting crowd.

“because suki, they’re giving you an award for most reliable hero. and I’m pretty sure you need to be there to accept it, right?” you say in a sarcastic tone, slightly huffing at the fact that he was being extremely difficult for no apparent reason, at least in your opinion.

“who gives a shit? they can’t jus’ mail it to me or somethin’?”

“really. mail it to you?”

“yeah sweetheart, yanno when they put the shit in a box, slap my address on it and shit.”

you growled, twisting to slap katsuki’s chest (not that it accomplished much. the man is built like a damn gorilla on steroids). “I know what mailing is katsuki.”

“jus’ making sure sweetheart, seemed a little confused there.” he smirked, bending forward to kiss your nape.

“whatever, get your damn hand off my back.” you playfully adjusted yourself, trying to remove his heavy palm from your skin.

“not happenin’, stop fucking squirmin’”

“never, dipshit.”

“this is why i didn’t wanna come to this shit, ya never know how to behave.” he lightly grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you along.

“oh I don’t know how to behave?”

“you heard me.”

“it took me 30 minutes to convince you to even step foot-”

he wrapped his free hand along the side of your hips, pulling you towards his side. “yeah yeah, keep yappin’”

“oh I will!”

so yeah ! the asshole can’t really keep his hands to himself !

[savnofilter]

Wet Dreamz | Katsuki Bakugo

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Pro Hero!Black![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, mutual (?) pining, hint of infidelity, bakugo & reader are a duo, reader is in their head a LOT, clubbing, grinding, shifty hands mentions of perversion, voyeurism, fingering (m->f), making out, blue balling, mentions of infidelity, slight sero x reader, bakugo & reader are basically playing cat and mouse.

WORD COUNT: 10.8k words (45 mins).

I/B: wet dreamz by j. cole | wired interview w/bts

READ MORE: masterlist + [bakugo & students masterlist]

KEY:

y/n = your name.

l/n = last name.

h/n = hero name.

h/n/n = hero nickname.

c/n= country name.

g/s= grading system.

h/t = home town.

"italics" = words in full quotation marks is indicated as English.

bold = words in full quotation marks is indicated as your native language.

A/N: just because ie didnt want reader to just be a american, i left things like talking in native language to be up to interpretation. almost everything is up for interpretation in this one lol. slowly tryna get used to writing real stories instead of just fuckin. makes me wish ie was doing this earlier because it's actually really fun to think stuff up for stories. not rushing and getting smt out to have it out lol. the lyrics are… interpreted in a different kind of way, sort of play on words if you will. anyways hope y'all like it! i sure did. 🫶🏽 thank you anon!

"Cameras rolling in—"

The camera crew were finishing the set up in the background, the makeup stylists were adding their additional touches and you only had a few seconds to mentally prepare for your filming.

"Three, two …. !"

Snap.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, better known as H/N!"

"And I'm Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight."

"And we are here with WIRED to answer the web's most searched questions!" You two finished the cut unanimously.

The camera cuts to you as you turn to him with a nervous jitter, still with the joyful appearance you always kept. "I'm pretty nervous, people are wild these days."

H/N.

A hero that represented what it means to be a young, headstrong role model. A hero that was from a country outside of Japan whom Bakugo was immediately infatuated with upon first meeting.

L/N.

His interest in your last name marked your own culture, despite being foreign to him. The name you didn't say as you introduced yourself to the camera.

Y/N.

Your first name that he is always itching to say, practicing day and night how it'd finally roll off his tongue when you two could get to that stage. Today seemed to be that day.

You two had been paired up as a duo for about over a year now for some hero promotions and the chemistry between you two had been gradually growing. Indeed, you did not speak much as you had initially expressed not being confident in your Japanese abilities when you moved to Japan, but he is deeply impressed by your determination to continue learning the language.

"Oh! The boards are in English, I might excel in this." You joke, towards the camera.

"You excel in a lot of things, H/N/N." Bakugo promptly responds and he's just as quick to move on after he pulls up the cardboard and tilts it to the side, ready to officially start the interview off. Your lips purse together as you swallow the budging feeling to crack a smile at the personal nickname. Bakugo always had a knack for nicknaming people, but hearing yours out loud in front of everyone else gave you an entirely different feeling. One you couldn't place.

"Who is in…?" The blonde-haired male tilts the board as he reads it, proving his dexterity as he also rips the label off to reveal the rest of the first search. You could tell he was struggling a bit and you move your head to read it as well.

"Firecracker," You finish off with a smile, sitting closer to the edge of your seat as you look at it. "Although we just introduced ourselves, I'm sure we can spruce it up a little?"

Bakugo takes the initiative with a subtle nod, using his other hand to gesture to you as he introduces you for the repetitive round of introduction.

"This is, Y/N or "better known as" H/N. One of, maybe, only heroes I can tolerate."

You can't help but laugh at his rendition, nodding your head as you adjust yourself in your seat. "The honesty, wow! We have, uh," You turn more to your side, looking him up and down before looking into his eyes. "Lord Explosion Murder: Dynamight? But you may know him as just Katsuki." You look back at the cameras as you finish, a bit of sass as you conclude.

Katsuki.

The way you said it just sounds so much better than when anyone else says it.

An unexpected chuckle comes from him as he teases you back. "I think I liked my intro better than yours." He rips off the next label and turns the board for you to read.

"Who in Firecracker got their quirk first? " You hum and look up at him, face full of concentration now. Bakugo's gaze is completely focused on your face as you go into deep thought, scarlet eyes taking in your change of expressions. His gaze follows your body and takes in the details of your outfit, the volume in your hair, and the way that the makeup stylist (fortunately) did you justice that properly accentuated everything beautiful about your skin tone and features.

Bakugo was starting to like everything about you, and he was starting to crush hard.

"I think I got mine in, uh…" You roll your eyes to the right as you look back at the camera, perking up as it comes to you. "I guess at five years old… you guys would call it during yōchien. For me it's called, "G/S". How about you, Katsuki?"

He's smug in response, puffing up his chest as he looks into the camera with pure arrogance. "Four years old. That means I win this question."

"I didn't know we were competing." You joke back.

He soon peels off the last question for the section, turning the board to him to keep it to himself. "I want to read it."

"Oh, okay…"

"Who is the strongest in Firecracker? " Before he's finished with the question you're already grinning and pointing towards Bakugo. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, throwing the bit of paper on the floor and adjusting himself in his seat, his demeanor flustered if you were paying close attention to him.

"We're both fuckin' strong. Give yourself more credit."

You double-blink as you try to rack something up to say. Bakugo has never complimented you before—at least nothing more than "good work today" or a "nice job out there" or something along the lines of that. You did notice lately he's been more communicative with you, but you chalked it up to the fact that maybe he can tolerate you more now with the fact your Japanese is getting better. Still, you had no compass or direction to tell what he was feeling at any given moment.

To your rescue, an exasperated callout comes from behind the cameras, making you laugh out as well as the camera crew behind the director.

"Watch the potty mouth, Bakugo-kun!"

You give Bakugo's shoulder a light push, immediately going to grab the next board for a visual excuse for your nervous fiddling. "We both know how incredible your strength is! I'm being real."

                     — ✮ ★ ☆ —

The rest of the recording went pretty well, and the chemistry between you two was undeniable. It seemed as though the longer the shoot went, the more comfortable you two got with each other. It hadn't hit you until now that you and him never really talked before.

Of course, it's not like you two ignored each other, no, that wasn't the case. But finding out things like what his favorite meal is during a movie, or why he loved hiking so much made you want to learn more about him. He is also much funnier than you had thought.

You were pretty aware of the rabid fanbase that followed him consistently. The fan edits, the stans, the ones who truly believed they were going to marry the young man. The thought made you cringe as you thought back on your first reaction upon hearing that you two were being paired together for this joint project.

"This will be a great opportunity to reach a further fanbase across the globe in countries that love to support their favorite superheroes!" Your manager exclaimed in excitement before wiggling her brows as she nudged you. "And by support, you know what I mean…"

"Financially?" You finished her sentence, an uninterested look on your features.

"Yes! This will be such a big break for you. Think about it -- they see you paired with one of their top heroes. One, they'll think you can keep up with him. Two, this is an opportunity to grow your exposure as a fairly new hero on the scene. But third, and most importantly the country relations." She looked at you with a serious look this time, her gaze strong.

You scoffed at the implications of the "perks". You were sitting still in the comfort of your manager's old office, your unmoving reaction giving her an insight into how you had truly felt.

"Look, I know you like to be on that 'I can do this myself' tirade, but this will look great. For both of you."

"But at the expense of me though," You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet as you couldn't help but feel blindsided. "I mean, you didn't even ask me. I have never been to Japan, and I don't even know this dude. He could be a fucking creep for all I know!"

"Y/N." She said it as a warning for your tone. She sighs and softens up a bit, but still maintains her composure. "This is something that could be good for you. Think about the titles, the awards, hell even the recognition. Isn't that what you want?"

Not when it sounds like that, no. You didn't become a hero and train this much for the fame of it. You weren't an idiot, and you knew that part of the job is to get your face out there. But a part of you feared that you could become a person who would only go for things that will look good without actually doing the part.

"Do you seriously think you'll be some big-shot hero while staying a nobody in here? We need to expand."

You scoffed at her wording, eyes flickering up to look at her in offense. "So you think I can't be successful on my own?"

"Y/N-"

"I get that there isn't much of a demand here, but I feel as though I am fulfilling my duties. I don't need to be famous to make an impact. I like it here."

"You aren't thinking long term. There simply isn't enough demand, and that has to change. I know it's hard but you have to trust me." She reached across the desk to hand you the papers, the gesture not received on your end.

Sasha called out your name as you muttered a dismissal from the meeting. You stood up as you gathered your stuff from her desk, packing up the discarded papers and other supplies. You knew you were being dramatic, but rightfully so. This was never discussed, nor did you ever think you would have to live in a foreign place. It was so painfully random and left field that you couldn't help but feel slighted that such a big decision was already made for you. Especially where foreigners weren't exactly welcomed and that thought alone made you nervous.

That night was hazy if you remember correctly. You didn't have anything to attend to, you just wanted out. You were worried sick about this new endeavor. You would have to say goodbye to everything you had built at home. The community, the friends, the experiences. All for this opportunity. You were an emotional mess and honestly, as you cringe thinking about it now, it wasn't that serious but it sure felt like it. You were only given a year to brace yourself for the inevitable, train, say goodbye to the people you were used to seeing every day, and on top of that, learn a whole new fucking language.

One thing you did remember correctly though was your manager calling you to check up. When it had slipped up that you were currently out drinking and sad about yourself, she hopped in her car and immediately came to your rescue to pick you up before you could do something stupid. The car ride was silent as she didn't want to chew you out then and make you feel any worse than you already did. When the time was right, she had thought up something to say. It was her words that stuck with you that made you start to reconsider this business decision.

"Listen, if I told you, I know that you would say no," Sasha said as she held your hand, voice softer than ever. "But I know you deserve better and bigger than this." She sits up a bit in her chair that sat on the side of your bed and properly tucked your hair back into your hair cover. "It's not because I don't think you're incapable. It's because I know you would stay here in this small town without growing and staying in your ways."

"But I like it here… I like the people. My family is here… the community needs me…" Your voice cracked at the end as tears started to spill from your eyes. "I can't just leave. it's more than the accolades, the fame. I want to make a change and I c-can't do that if I'm not here."

She hums as she brings you in for a hug, a twinge of hurt coming from her. Sasha felt awful seeing you like this, and she was aware that even when in her best intentions her decisions could be harsh. Even if she wanted nothing but to see you succeed, she wanted you to be happy too.

"Listen," She starts as she wipes your tears. "We'll figure something out, okay? You won't be abandoning this place. If I can secure a deal like this, I'm sure I can sway some more from the company to get you happy. Alright?"

You meekly nod, your overflow of emotions never stopping as you can't calm yourself. You were too destroyed to come around to the idea. You were terrified of the turn of options and all the drinking you did that night did not help one bit. You are so used to being well-liked, what would the world offer when you change from a small hero in your H/T to a big international one? To what lengths did you have to keep giving yourself up to make the higher-ups happy? Were you in over your head choosing this path?

These questions were justified, but it all came back to the same common theme: boxing yourself in. If you didn't want to do this, you would've called it quits long ago. But here you were, and even with all the villains you've taken down, this seemed scarier. Nothing is more frightening than putting yourself somewhere you are emotionally vulnerable. And for the lack of a better word, alone.

You'd have to start again, meet new people, start a new routine. How would you be able to adapt?

"You'll have a year and some change before you go over. I've already been scouting for the best Japanese tutors out there." She pulled back when it seemed as though your sobbing had subsided and she smiled. "I'll get you the best of the best and I'll be damned if you're not taken care of."

You nodded wordlessly and wiped the tears from your cheeks. She handed you your water bottle once you sit up, a hand on your back for support.

"So think about it, please. I know it's scary to think about, but this can help you. Seriously." She stands up and tidies up the area before gathering her stuff. "And you won't be alone, remember that."

She smiles before closing your bedroom door leaving you to your muddled thoughts.

Later on, it was revealed that your pairing would have the "organic" formation. You two would be put together for a few big missions and soon enough when the public would notice, that's when the process of being in a semi-duo would take effect. Your manager made sure to stress how it was important the two of you kept your individual identities to cover all basis. No fan will be completely pushed out of their comfort zone while you two could rely on each other when the job needed it. The other part of the deal was that you would be able to work almost more than half of the year in Japan whilst being able to use the other days to visit back to your country and most importantly your home town.

It was a win-win and you couldn't thank Sasha any more than you did when she relayed the news. When recounting it, you can vividly remember the amount of relief that washed over you to the point it made you emotional again. The feeling of embarrassment had also risen to the surface and you profusely apologized about the prior outbursts to the initial news. In manager fashion, she hushed you before reassuring you that it was her job to get her client right and out there. If you didn't have her, you honestly weren't sure where you'd be right now.

But unfortunately, the things you overthought about weren't exactly wrong either. Most of the things that popped up in your head had come to fruition, some worse than others. Being in a duo with a male counterpart was rough. Especially if he was hot young and (seemingly) a bachelor. People didn't like to see their fave with the opposite sex who seemed to be of that same description with the added addition that they don't come from the same background as well.

Recently after the WIRED interview, the fans were starting to come along to the idea much more than it seemed. Many more positive comments were starting to pop up online and now the public perception of your pairing was really starting to kick off.

There was a mixture of comments that ranged from, "Wow! They look so cute together" "You have to admit they do get the job done" to "I fucking hate XYZ" and we don't need to address the vulgar ones…

Of course, at first, you use to read those comments for hours. You'd be stuck on an unhealthy loop, emotions from high to low as it seemed there was never a day that didn't have all kinds of comments and interactions. Some days are better than others, and some days you'd have to force yourself to log off and do other things in your life. But all in all, the interview seemed to be a hit so now both your agencies are scrambling to book more to boost engagement.

You sigh as you stretch out onto your couch, thinking about how two years have been both hell and a blessing. You stare up at your ceiling as your phone locks, setting it on your coffee table.

The idea to message Sasha as you recounted past and recent memories started to poke at you. You still hesitate on the action though considering the fact you know she's always busy with her schedule. You feel a buzz and you pick up your phone, the text catching your attention.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Are you up for going out today?

[->] Sent 13:34.

'speaking of the devil….' you smile and swipe up to correspond to her message.

You

depends. what am I leaving for?

[✓] Sent 13:35.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

I've got a client I want you to get closer with.

Management says it'll be good for you to get more acquainted with the heroes here. You might actually like her.

[✓] Sent 13:41.

You hum in curiosity, thinking about it a bit before replying.

You

who is it?

[✓] Sent 13:42.

Chat bubbles pop up on your screen and you watch as she types up her response. Today you were taking a very much-needed break for the week and you weren't too sure if you wanted to go out and do some crazy amount of networking.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Mina and a few others are in the top 10 for Japan.

You may have met her already, at those galas a few times.

[✓] Sent 13:47.

Your brows quirk up at the name. You're quick to open Instagram, wanting to see a more personal image of her than the one you would see from a search engine.

Oh.

Yeah, you remembered her. She was lively for sure and everyone around her seemed to like her as well. Her page was a mix of official posts and personal ones, perfectly balancing out professional and niche drives to curate an audience. There were even a few posts that were shitposts too.

You were intrigued. Now that you thought about it, you didn't have any friends here… like at all. You spent most of your time focused on work, and if not that, then interacting with your fans in person and online. When you weren't doing either of those things, you were studying Japanese. Surely the studying paid off though with the additional advantage of living in the environment to grasp the content. One could even call your behavior shut-in, but could you blame yourself? Even with your determination to get yourself out there, it was hard. You were still trying to adjust to all of this, and you haven't hit your time mark to visit home just yet. Hell, you can't even remember the last time you got laid.

Your phone dinging catches your attention again and you realize that you hadn't got back to your manager yet.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

So is it a yes? I will be forwarding your number to her.

[✓] Sent 13:56.

You think a bit before coming to a decision but you need a bit more info first.

You

yes for now, but who else will be there?

you mentioned something about a few others.

[✓] Sent 13:59.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Well, I know that Bakugo will be there, but I am not sure who the other people are. Just got in that it's actually not just the top 10, just a few other heroes around the province as well.

[✓] Sent 14:02.

You hesitate at the information on your screen. Bakugo is going to be there? You're not sure why, but a sense of anxiousness starts to flood you as you start to think about him in such a casual setting. You blink a few times as you rub your forehead, now starting to rethink your decisions.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Y/N, you will be fine. I'm sending a car to pick you up at 18:30. Wear something… "cunty" and cute. There might be paps there so look good pls. 👀

[✓] Sent 14:05.

You groan loudly at her text and almost want to throw your phone. Is she for real? Even when you need to go out to meet people, it's still about your image. You wanted to text her your thoughts, but a better part of you knows that this outing is probably for your good. You just hoped that these people weren't controversial and this wouldn't be hard work to clean up anything that comes along with their bullshit. You doubted the idea as you remember how much your agency wants to push you to the public. Anything that could be a blip in your appearance was always scrapped and replaced. They were your last safety net to coast safely in this whole hero-ing thing if you were being honest.

You

Sasha… 😐

"cunty"??? PLEASE.

[✓] Sent 14:09.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

↳ Liked your picture.

🤷🏾‍♀️

Love you, N/N! And stay safe, you know to call me if anything is going on. 💪🏾

[✓] Sent 14:11.

You jokingly send a thumbs down in retaliation to her message, albeit hearting the message as you know she means well. Turning your head to the side, you find yourself staring back at your TV's black mirror. You still had a lot of time left so you decided to at least start prepping for the evening ahead of time.

To prevent the inevitable disruption of hunger, you make your way into the kitchen and decide to get something to eat. You prepare leftover protein to eat with noodles that you've wanted to try all week. It's like when you think of mixing a food combo but take forever to put it into fruition. In anticipation of your ingenious meal, you eagerly await its arrival as the smell taunts you as you wait.

Once it's done you are in no rush to scarf down your food. You even sit down at one of the high chairs on your island with a half-awake presence. It was no surprise that you woke up late today due to the fatigue that comes along with being a pro-heroin. You couldn't even recount the last time you sat down and ate a meal like this. Back in the day (why did you age yourself like that?) when you were in, H/T, you always had enough time to do everything. To experience everything. Yes, you felt blessed to be here even with how hard it's been, but to be able to just sit and relax was a whole new feeling of euphoria you haven't felt in a while. The feeling was pretty nice.

You scoff as you try to think about how things can change so fast. As you blankly stare at your surroundings, you map out the different things you should get to make your penthouse more "homey". It was a very nice and very, very, very expensive place. One that you were definitely not paying for yourself, one that your company took the liberty to do. You have only been able to get the basic things you need for a living space, and only some decorations to truly make it yours. Hell, you even had more clothes than furniture and dishes combined. But that was thanks to sponsors and of course, having to properly ration your paychecks. You had to admit your living space being taken care of for you was an immense help to begin with so you didn't want to complain too much.

Your phone buzzing on the couch successfully gains your attention and you can't help but sigh in annoyance. One thing to also note about being in Japan is that you were practically on call all the time. There was a reason you couldn't leave your phone on silent. You finish up your current bite before hopping down from your chair and trudging your way to your device. You light up upon the contact on your screen. It's an unknown number but the person messaging you makes themselves known in their message.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

hiya! this is Mina!! heard you were coming out with me tonight! 🤟

hope this is the right number lol

[✓] Sent 14:39.

You

Hey! Yes, this is the right number, haha.

My name's Y/N :)

[✓] Sent 14:40.

Mina

your name is SO CUTE! it really suits you <3

[✓] Sent 14:41.

Your heart flutters as you receive the compliment, a giddy grin spreading across your lips as you get more eager to contact her.

You

Thank you! I could say the same for you 🫶🏽

[->] Sent 14:42.

Your thumbs hover over your screen as you try to think of something else to say, not wanting the conversation to die so fast. She hasn't seen your message yet and hopes something comes out of this interaction. Deciding not to stress about it too much, you resume finishing your meal.

So many thoughts run through your mind as you try to prepare yourself for tonight. Even in your hometown, you didn't frequent clubs or bars often, especially not with well-established individuals your age either. It seemed as though Mina was nice enough but you had to factor in the fact Bakugo was going to be there. Then it was also the added stress that other people you didn't even know would be there as well.

You still have no real idea of Bakugo. He seemed pretty reserved, almost goody-two-shoes-like. But honestly, you're sure you gave off the same image as well. Something about him just gave… in the clean. Saying innocent felt like a stretch but you were starting to lean towards that with his mostly clean record. But that could easily be attributed to the fact there was no doubt his agency was probably paying out-of-pocket to keep the shit he does on the low. Maybe you should take it upon yourself to look into him…

Amid your inner thinking, you had decided to clean up the kitchen after your brunch. Having just finished eating, you are now cleaning your dishes. Some dishes were left in the sink and strewn about, but the place thankfully wasn't a pigsty. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink, thinking about the many ways tonight can go before reminding yourself that any time you have tried to predict the future, shit has always gone left field. You hum as you shut the tap water off when you finish and push off the sink to find a towel to dry your hands with. You make your way back to your phone and sit down on one of the high-up chairs as you check your phone.

Mina

this is sort of sudden, but do you want to go shopping with me tonight? figured you don't have that many friends anyways

we can get to know each other!

[✓] Sent 14:57.

Well damn. She ain't have to say it like that. You feel a tad embarrassed at the wording but make up your mind anyway. You itch the back of your neck as you reply immediately.

You

Of course! I would love to. When should I get ready?

[✓] Sent 14:59.

Mina

i figured you'd say yes lol. omw what's your address?

[✓] Sent 15:00.

Your brows shoot up at the late notice and hesitate a bit. You look at the time before deciding to go along with it anyways.

You

000-0000 Shibuya-ku

[✓] Sent 15:03 P.M.

Mina

sweet! will be there soon 😉

[✓] Sent 15:04.

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"Hey!" Mina calls out from her car as soon as the windows are rolled down. "You are so much cuter in person!" She unlocks her doors and gives you a wink as you bashfully laugh at her friendly flirting.

"Thank you, you too." You smile as you get in and adjust yourself. You look around as you get settled and admire the layout. You still have yet to get your license and being driven around could sometimes get tiring.

"I was thinking that we should go to that new store in that big shopping district mall in the district. They usually have cute stuff on sale there." Mina suggests. She expertly pulls off and looks over at you with a grin before reaching over to playfully nudge you. "No need to be so tense around me! I totally get you are probably really nervous. Don't worry, I can get you hooked up." She smirks as she looks back at the road, giving you a small glance before she finishes her thought. "In more ways than one…"

"A-Ah, I'm not too sure about that one." You nervously laugh. "If I'm being honest I haven't done anything at all since I've been here… especially, that."

With the gasp she let out, you would think that you just told her you work for the League of Villains. As she reaches a red light she looks over at you with a shocked look, completely flabbergasted at your admission.

"Are you serious?!"

"Completely."

"Not even joking?"

"I am so serious."

"...how?" She looks away completely in silence and scoffs. "Doesn't matter anyways, we'll get you laid in no time~"

You chuckle at her determination and shake your head. "To be honest I'm not really in the mood for that stuff… I kind of like being by myself. It's way less stressful."

"Well, no one said you have to be committed. A little fun once in a while doesn't hurt."

You hum in agreement and rest your arm on the armrest. Mina wasn't completely wrong, but you were totally out of the loop by now. You had to leave behind all of your suitors and sneaky links in H/T. Even then you were too busy with work. There were moments when you wanted to get out there for some sort of excitement to ease your boredom, but nothing ever came of it. Your desire to relinquish your needs always ends with you, your toys, and your imagination. A bit devastating if you think about it too hard.

The bustling shopping district Nina talked about isn't too far from your place and you have also learned that Mina lived pretty close to you as well. There are so many people moving about; lots of people doing their things and plenty who seemed to recognize you both. Luckily, she knew of some ways to avoid crowds.

By the time you two had made it to the mall, basically half an hour and then some had passed. Mina sucked her teeth as she looked at her phone to check the time, her manicured nails tapping against the screen as she spoke to you.

"Ah, who cares? The place is pretty laid back. Being a little late might make you look cooler."

Mina had persuaded you to stop by her favorite boba cafe near the newly opened stores. And surely after reassuring you a bit, she had convinced you to let her take care of the spending for today (although you decided in your head that you'd pay her back).

She grins at you as she finally puts her phone away to look at the menu board. You watch as she effortlessly orders her usual at the kiosk. You attempted to keep up with her movements but it proved to be a difficult task. This pink-haired girl was much more assertive and bold than you thought she would be. Everything she did was done with such confidence and carefree energy that you felt mesmerized by how she carried herself. Though her bluntness did shock you a bit from time to time. The way she talks to you is like you two have known each other for years instead of the fact you two have only greeted each other in passing at formal events. It was her unique sense of being a girl's-girl that made it much easier to get more comfortable with her.

The wait for the drinks doesn't take that long and soon enough you two are on your way to the clothing store. You admired everywhere around and swore to yourself to go out more often. You hadn't realized all the cool stuff you had been missing by just focusing on furthering your career. You were pretty amazed at how the store you were visiting occupied two whole floors, with another giant store on top of it as well.

You and Mina were separate in the store since you two were looking for different things. You were looking for a new pair of bottoms while she looked for accessories on the floor below. You mindlessly sifted through the clothes on the racks not sure what you were looking for specifically. Periodically you'd look out the window and admire the view outside, the day's sky shifting to a more dreamy sunset tone. The music you couldn't recognize softly played in the background, but the ambiance of the 2000-early 2010s feel certainly encapsulated the store.

You find yourself humming softly to the tunes though, a bit shocked that you could understand some of it. Some songs and artists you could recognize while some seemed to be either Japanese or from a different place entirely. As you paid half attention to the clothes while the other half tried listening to the music, the next artist that comes in makes you stop. You're unmoving in your spot and look around as you listen closely, a smile spreading across your lips as the tune properly makes its way to your ears.

It was a song from J. Cole and shockingly enough it was uncensored too. You lightly laugh to yourself as they tend to do this, playing foreign songs with the cuss words on full blast without a care in the world. You couldn't quite place your finger on which song it was though and it seemed as though the song was about to finish anyways.

Soon enough you can find a pair of pants that would suit the outfit and idea you had in mind have half a mind to try it on. You find your way through the options as the song unfolds, looking at the different clothes on your way to the dressing rooms. You softly hum along to the song although making sure not to be too loud. Lord knows you already stick out like a sore thumb, but god, you did love a good J. Cole song.

As the unnamed song comes to a finish, you are on your way to find the dressing rooms. A courteous attendant asks normal customer service questions before leaving you to be in your presence. It's not long before the next song plays and it so happens to be another J. Cole song, except you knew this song very well.

You breathe out a laugh as the intro starts to play and you have to keep your excitement in. You could hear the song much clearer in this section as it was more closed in than the rest of the other area. Despite the music being clearer now, the faint chatter around did indicate you were not alone, and many people liked this store as well.

'note to self: find the furthest stall to avoid any confrontation with anyone else.' You thought to yourself and continued your venture to the furthest spot.

By the time you had made it to the back, it seemed like there was one last stall at the end of the hall. At first glance, it seemed as though it was empty, but as you grew close, you noticed the door was ajar. You had half a mind to barge in but what you saw in the changing room made you freeze.

A familiar tuff of blonde hair and a toned figure dawning in a dark green tank that complimented his tan skin caught your eye. Your gaze followed the chain that adorned his masculine neck, his strong shoulders were next to fall into view, and his well-defined back that his shirt that perfectly molded to his skin was last. You could see he was hunched over in a position that didn't seem as though he was trying something on, but still moving nonetheless. A soft gasp that's immediately hushed makes you look up and your eyes widen. The sound was way too feminine, and it certainly was not from you. Another noise makes you squint, trying to see what was going on.

"Stop teasing me," She whispers to him and that's when you finally realize what the hell was going on.

Before you could turn around a pair of eyes makes contact with yours through the reflection of the mirror and you suck in a quiet breath at the fact now you have been caught. The reflection of his deep scarlet eyes showed no direct emotion and you couldn't read what he was feeling, much less thinking. His movements continued without faltering though and another soft sound of encouragement followed his actions. One thing was clear and there was no mistaking it: you could see him and Bakugo could see you. You know that you should leave. However, now you are dangerously curious and confused. The worst part is that you were frozen in shock.

Prettily manicured fingers lightly glide over his shoulders and trace his tanned skin before finding its way to lose itself in his hair. You could hear her question what he was looking at before guiding him to pay his full attention to her once again. It's when he breaks eye contact you can finally break out of your trance.

It was at that moment that the song over speakers reached your ears again and the irony that hangs through the air is almost laughable. No longer wanting any part in listening or seeing this go down, you swiftly turn around and walk away pretending nothing happened in the hope to find the furthest stall away from him.

When you find a stall you immediately close the door and throw the store's clothes onto the side. You rub your temples and close your eyes, another sigh leaving your lips for the millionth time today. Much to your dismay, closing your eyes didn't ease the impending headache that was about to hit, nor did it halt the memory of what you just witnessed. Your mind only brought the visualization of what you just saw to the forefront. You purse your lips as it didn't help that her voice accompanied the memory.

'it started off real innocent my ass.' You thought to yourself as that part of the song over the speakers made its way to your ears. When you open your eyes you're met with your reflection in two mirrors and have no other choice but to look at yourself. You felt like you were going crazy and rightfully so! You weren't innocent yourself, no, but have some damn grace. To be so careless like that, you're starting to realize that the coworker you thought you had a general idea of is way off.

But what did this make you? You stood there and watched them. Not for long, but long enough. Long enough that he saw you. Bakugo knew you were standing there and didn't do anything about it. At first, you thought that his expression was unreadable, but the more you thought about it, you had completely missed the challenging look in his eyes.

The piercing look of instigation with a hint of his curiosity. It was as if it was a look of provocation. As if… beckoning you to try something. Or are you desperately trying to justify why you watched two people doing lewd acts to each other while you just stood there in shock? One of them being your partner in fighting against crime.

You harshly scoff and turn around to avoid looking at yourself to hopefully put off letting it run through your head any longer. You start to strip your clothes off and face the door as you get undressed. As your mind starts to clear, you hear the song playing over the speakers and can't help but humorlessly laugh at the fact the song was about to finish. It had only been what? Almost four minutes and this whole thing had you in shambles. It would've been easier to handle if you didn't have to see him so soon—as in literally a couple of hours—but nope, your dumbass decided to go out today. To, "network". To have fun.

After finishing your haul you have long forgotten any songs playing over the speaker and now you just wanted to leave this store without encountering those two ever again, actually. Unfortunately, never seeing them again isn't an option, and making sure not to cross paths with them for now will be quite the challenge.

You slam the door open and accidentally startle the other shoppers due to your outburst. While apologizing profusely you hear a familiar voice call out to you, a wave of relief hitting over you once you realize it's Mina.

"Ready to check out?" Mina asks, completely unaware of what just happened. You wordlessly nod your head as you follow behind her, ready to get out of this place as fast as possible.

                     — ✮ ★ ☆ —

The club's music did not disappoint. Admittedly, you have been to a few clubs here and there that completely sucked. Like… really bad. The clubbing scene is totally different and it was clear that the culture here was adversely opposite of what you were used to. Not to say that every club you went to back in H/T was spectacular, but you could at least anticipate people having a ball and throwing ass. Consequently, you were pleasantly surprised by the one you were invited to since you chalked it up to cultural differences. However, it may have just been that you needed to find places that worked for you.

As aforementioned, you and Mina did end up arriving late but it seemed as though many of the other people in your party were milling about and having fun anyways to pay attention to that fact. You met a few others that your manager had briefly mentioned and had the pleasure to meet.

The first was Momo, a hero that had lots of prestige and was very kind. She often modeled but did other charity work as well. She had offered to put in a good word for you as she deeply admired your beauty. The next was another woman, Hagakure. You had heard about her before, and somehow her outgoing presence and energy rivaled Mina's. The downside though you knew to keep your distance since she seemed a lot more.. chaotic which is why you had already known about her prior.

Then there were the other guys there. Denki who was practically Mina's partner in crime, and another one whose name is Sero. He was pretty chill, not going to lie pretty cute too. He had a level of nonchalant charm that had you intrigued. The top hero of the country who everyone knew and loved was also rumored to make an appearance, but Sero advised you not to hold your breath. It was a whole workaround just to get the top three heroes in a public setting like this even when they could find refuge in the V.I.P section such as this one. It was a miracle that the second top hero—Dynamight A.K.A Bakugo Katsuki—was in attendance that night as well. Women and even men were always trying to find opportunities to throw themselves onto their desired hero, hoping that they'll be, "the one". The thought always made you laugh at the insanity of it all. Throughout the interaction, you did find yourself swayed to chat it up with him. He seemed sweet and Sero was honestly a calm breath of fresh air compared to the vibrant personalities that you have met so far. Even with how well you two were kicking it off, it did feel like something was looming around. Almost as if someone was watching you.

You assumed that you'd be safe on the terrace as there were a handful of people out there too. When you looked around you couldn't see anyone, and it seemed as though everyone was doing their own thing and partying. You're not sure how but at a certain point you two had gotten closer in distance, thighs touching and personal space becoming slim. You'd lean into his ear so he could "hear you better", his calloused hand resting on your knee that touched his and you had to admit that you didn't want it to stop. The small amount of liquid courage was making this easier for you. The alcohol gave you a level of confidence that made your words have a lighthearted cadence to them, much more fluid than when you are sober and worrying if your vocabulary is fluent and with the trends.

"D'you wanna dance?" Sero proposed. There was a playful grin on your face and you were more than welcome to oblige.

"I'd love to."

Both of your bodies are close and you can feel his strong hands on your hips. There is no space in between and there was no mistaking that you could feel his,,, friend down there. But you welcomed it. You even pulled his arms closer and ground against him. It had been a while since you have danced like this and he was cute enough for you to let this continue.

While feeling the rhythm (and his obvious boner and shifty hands) you catch the attention of someone you weren't expecting. You're too into feeling the motions of your environment to properly be stunned but it was no mistake that it was the same guy you vowed to avoid until further notice, Bakugo. You two never break eye contact as you tilted your head to the side, the horny male behind you taking it as a sign to kiss your neck. Your brows scrunch in pleasure as his lips are undoubtedly skilled, his teeth teasing your skin numerous times but not deep enough to leave any marks. Your hands find their way to tangle in his hair, egging him on to continue.

Bakugo's eyes are intense just like you had witnessed in the changing room. It seemed as though he had no plans on breaking eye contact with you and it scared you in a way that he was unwavering. While you cowered coming across him and his presumed girlfriend, he openly stared at you. Another challenging look with confidence oozing from him. Just when a hand starts to wander a little south on your body, he starts to move towards you and now you're starting to get anxious.

Breaking eye contact, you're quick to turn around in Sero's hold, an apologetic expression on your face.

"Too much?" Sero asks, his hand coming up to wipe a strand of hair from your face and you shake your head.

"I have to run to the restroom real quick, okay?" You squeeze his hand before leaving and take a few steps before actively making your way in the opposite direction in which Bakugo was going.

Your eyes search desperately for the bathrooms and much to your relief signs were pointing in that direction. Despite all of the dancing bodies and other people trying to make it around as well, you can find refuge and go into the restroom. You immediately walk up to the sink on the furthest side of the room and place your hands on the ledge of the sink. A deep sigh comes from you as you try to calm yourself down knowing that you were starting to get too cocky outside.

What the hell even was that?

You have had your fair share of rendezvous' and sneaking around, but never have you made eyes at someone's boyfriend or whatever the fuck he was to her. Everything about today was going way too fast, and you were sure you were going to need another drink.

You turn on the water and grab a paper towel to wet, applying the wet paper to clean off your face and skin. You were right about one thing though: Sero was pretty skilled and you wondered how he was able to contain himself and not mark your skin. Had it been any other bumbling idiot, you would've had to be covering up your neck and shoulders with makeup for a good few days or so.

You bend down to catch the water instead, fully committing to the idea that you'll reapply your makeup, if any, before leaving the bathroom to get yourself together. As you try to sober yourself up you hear the door open and close behind you and pay it no mind. The running water of the sink distracts you for a hot minute before it hits you that there was no movement at all after the door had initially opened. You turn off the water and turn around, a sharp gasp coming from you as you fully take in who's at the door.

"Having fun?" Bakugo asks in a tone you've never heard before. It was deeper, a light husk to it rather than his regular monotonous or rambunctious tone. He steps closer and you back up, trying to create more space between you. He scoffs at the action, stepping forward again and watching as you have nowhere else to go. You have no other choice but to watch him slowly make his way up to you, and you aren't sure what to expect.

"Bakugo," You start but fail to continue. What do you even say to him, how do you even start? Your mouth opens and closes as you try to collect yourself making him chuckle.

"Keep going and you might turn into a fish."

His mockery successfully makes you close your mouth and glare at him. Bakugo's calloused hand reaches out and softly touches your neck, tracing where Sero's lips once were. His thumb lightly traces your skin, a low hum in approval at how his work is pretty much unnoticeable.

"You shouldn't be in here." Your voice is low and timid. He grins at your words and places his hands on your hips, pushing you to sit back on the counter behind you. You curse yourself for choosing the last sink in the corner and you curse yourself for responding so easily to his touch. "And we shouldn't be like this either." You try to reason more with yourself more than anything.

He scoffs out a laugh and leans in close to your ear, lips brushing against your skin. "Why not? It's just us."

"But that… girl?" You lightly pull away from him and place your hands behind you to support yourself. His face shows confusion for a split second when he merely pulls inches away from you.

"Camie?" Bakugo's cocky demeanor returns as he slides his hands from your hips to your thighs, parting them enough to fit himself between them. "So it really was you at the store, eh? Didn't know my partner was such a pervert."

The nerve. He was the one who left the door ajar. If anything, you should be calling him the pervert.

"I-I wasn't trying to, you left the door open." You counter back, eyes narrowing in response. He lightly shrugs before moving in to kiss the opposite side of your neck Sero left untouched and places an open kiss on your skin.

"Must've forgot."

A humorless laugh comes from you in reaction to his answer, a soft gasp following in its footsteps. His teeth sink into your skin and you are sure that, unlike your first pick for the night, Bakugo definitely left a mark. You softly whimper as he places his right hand on your waist to press your body closer to his. Your back arches into his and you move your head to welcome his rough kisses, the stimulation undoubtedly reawakening the lust you had on the dance floor. His hand on your hip grips your thigh and slips its way to the middle of your legs, wasting no time pressing the pads of his fingers against your heat.

You moan at the pressure and hurriedly press your lips together in embarrassment. Your eyes are closed to avoid making eye contact with him as you already know he was gearing up to tease you.

"Shit, when was the last time you got fucked, princess?" Bakugo grips your cheeks and forces you to open your eyes. There's no way he expects you to answer with his grip, and you're sure he's not expecting it anyways. "Soy sauce face ain't do it for ya'?"

You look up at him with a dazed and confused look, the look in your eyes making him groan. The nicknames he picked were certainly unique, and you can't quite pinpoint why he coined Sero that; much less what their connection to each other is. He was under the assumption that like him you were actively 'busy' in your free time. You certainly weren't if that wasn't evident with how receptive you are to his touch.

"I'll get you all fixed up, baby," Bakugo leans in close to your lips, "make you forget all about that dunce's face." He finishes the declaration with a kiss, his grip softening on your cheeks and then moving to your neck.

The kiss, albeit sloppy, intoxicated you. His lumps were plump and soft, a hard contrast to his strong and calloused hands that held your thigh and waist. His tongue brushes against your lower lip asking for an entrance and you gladly allow him entrance. You moan as his tongue dominates your mouth, his wet muscle caresses yours with passion.

Your hands now gripped onto his strong shoulders like that other girl once did. You can't help but think about her, your thoughts starting to cloud about the two of them. You pull away as you start to feel guilty, a string of saliva connecting you two as you part.

"What's wrong?" Bakugo wipes the string of saliva away, a soft pant to his words as he collects himself.

"I just can't, Bakugo. You have a girlfriend."

"She's not my girl, not like that," Bakugo reassures, his thumb pressing against your lip before moving his finger to press various pecks against your lips. "I ain't never did this before, but I've had my eye on you for a while." The confession shamefully made you blush. You had always thought he was attractive but never thought deeper about it. Even a few days ago from the WIRED interview you never made the move to ask or even care about getting to know him. But here you were, sitting on a random club's sink with him between your luscious thighs.

Your cumbersome thoughts start to lose their way as he leans in to kiss you again, your worries washing away when his soft lips find yours. His kiss is overwhelmingly commanding and you love it. You were used to guys taking a more passive approach with you and the lack of control his kiss held undoubtedly made you more responsive to him. Even with that distinction from before, the kiss now is more controlled this time and his composure shows he meant business now. His tongue works smoothly against yours and doesn't shy away from wrestling with yours. You were so enraptured by the kiss you hadn't noticed his left hand had slipped into the front of your bottoms, the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt making you buck into his hand.

You whimper as he continues his stroking, your hands never letting up their hold on his strong shoulders. His fingers welcome your grinding and he pulls away from the kiss to look down at the spot between your hips and watches in interest.

"Bakugo—"

"Katsuki," Bakugo corrects you and tilts your chin down to maintain eye contact with you once again.

You bite your lip and your eyes flutter closed once he presses his fingers against your clit eliciting a breathier moan from you.

"Say it and I'll put them in, Y/N." He lets his fingers slip down to collect your slick, the tips of his fingers lightly pressing at your entrance before tracking back up to play with your clit again.

"K-Kat," Your jaw locks up at his diddling, a frustrated pout adorning your features as you try to keep up with him. "I—thought you said you haven't done this before, hm?"

He lightly laughs at your accusation, softly shaking his head at your confusion. "Messin' around like this, princess." His eyes flicker down at your movements and softly groans.

"So it's not about me being a foreigner?"

"That too," The question gets a genuine laugh from him, his brow raising in amusement as he slips in a finger whilst he answers. "used to stealing other people's girl's, not the other way around."

"Shit!" Your fingers grip his tank top and you bring him in for another kiss. His experience is clear in the way he maintains his rhythm in both his kiss and fingering your sopping cunt. Bakugo slips in another finger when you start to lubricate more, a lewd squelch welcoming in his digits.

He curls his fingers to find your soft g-spot, his touch delicate but rough at the same time. You were a vocal one for sure and he loved it. When he presses his palm against your once abandoned clit, your sounds let him know how much you appreciated the attention again. You two break the kiss when you both need time to breathe, lips still very much pressed against one another as you two take each other in.

"Katsuki, fuck-"

"You're close aren't you, pretty girl?" He hums and you nod your head in confirmation. He barely reacts when your nails press into his skin, his eyes scanning the way your body reacts to his movements and how unabashedly expressive you were. So many other women were always focused on how pretty they looked and wanted to be prettier and more memorable than the last the young man encountered. You seemed so natural and into it and he greatly admired it. His crush that he has developed on you for some time now was growing for sure and it was all by chance that it was panning out like this. At this point he didn't care if you were using him to get your rocks off, he wanted to see you like this more often.

With bliss written across your face, your orgasm washes over you in an artful visual. Bakugo had grown to love all your expressions and this one by far might be his favorite. Your brows were scrunched as you released, eyes closed and your mouth shaped like an "O". When you opened back up your eyes to look at him, he knew what you were asking for. Bakugo softly sweet-talks you as you come down, his fingers slowing to a stop before pulling from your pants to lick his fingers.

You're a mess, a light pant to your breath as you watch him lick up your essence from his digits. You move to palm his hard-on, but his other hand immediately stops you.

"Fuck me, Katsuki." You mumbled against his lips, the look in your eyes showing nothing but a lustful plea.

"Not yet, princess," Bakugo answers back in the same manner, his lips brushing against yours as a way to tease before pulling away. "Can't spoil you too much now, can I?" He gives you a look over and scoffs at your dumbfounded seemingly fucked out state.

You call out his name as he washes up and leaves you behind in the bathroom.

You sit on the counter and stare at the door in shock. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your panties were now soaked and to add fuel to the fire you were left horny as fuck.

You slump against the corner and roll your eyes in exasperation. You no longer wanted to go back out and the pull to get another drink quickly died once you found yourself getting drunk on lust from what just occurred. You press your thighs together and groan at how Bakugo successfully blue-balled you both. You knew he was hard as fuck too the way his dick pressed against your thigh confirmed it.

You tilt your head to the side to observe yourself and have to admit you look a hot mess. Your eyes are half-lidded, you weren't sure how but your hair was a mess and now your once clear neck is now adorned in marks from Bakugo's rough kisses. You look away from the mirror and begrudgingly hop off the counter, the need to go home and take a shower finally reaching its way to your nervous system.

You

hey girlie, I'm heading out for the night. thanks for hanging out with me! 🫶🏽

[->] Sent 1:24 A.M.

You make sure to text Mina to avoid any miscommunication of you randomly disappearing during the night. You took your time to gather yourself not wanting to leave until you were ready. Once you leave the bathroom, you make a beeline towards the terrace needing to grab your things before having to leave in a cab for home.

"Leaving already?" A male's voice behind you makes you turn around.

"Ah, Sero," You smile apologetically as you properly face him. "I just… I'm not feeling well all of a sudden…" It was a shit lie and you knew it. You couldn't think of a better excuse but it wasn't a complete lie either. After your encounter with Bakugo, you needed to spend the night preferably alone.

Sero nods his head and gives you a warm smile. "I get it. Could I uh… get your phone maybe? Only if you're comfortable."

"Oh!" You light up and nod your head. "Yeah, of course."

After searching his pockets, Sero pulls out his phone and hands it to you. You quickly type in your number right before getting the notification on your own device that your ride is ready.

"It was nice meeting you, Sero." You lean up to kiss him on the cheek, leaving not too long after. It was a bit hard moving through the crowd but you were able to leave, and hopefully, you would be able to go home without any trouble tonight.

But what you didn't know was some people were paying attention and saw that whole exchange.

Quite a few, actually.

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[cosmiles]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍'

➢ accidental injuries with boyfriend bakugo

note: i feel like i always do bakugo dirty with my angst :/ so here's some fluffy crack to make up for it!

characters: bakugo

content: domestic fluff, crack, talks of injuries and stitches

words: 0.4k

‘Katsuki is going to be pissed,’ was the first thing on your mind as you mindlessly stared at the cut in your hand. It had to be no more than a half-inch, definitely needing stitches but nothing life threatening. Well, besides what your boyfriend would do to you once he found out. 

Despite always acting hard, Bakugo was the biggest softie when it came to you. He was always spoiling you and pampering you like royalty. And even though he didn’t always show it, Bakugo cared deeply about you and your safety. He was constantly reminding you to not try anything stupid that would land you in the hospital. 

And yet here you were, lying on the ground in pain and regretting your life choices. 

It started as a typical day too, you roaming around the house waiting for Bakugo to return. Only, this time, you were utterly and completely bored. There wasn’t anything interesting on YouTube and even the Fresh Prince of Bel Air re-runs were starting to get old. So here you were, mindlessly scrolling through your phone for the nth time hoping anything interesting would pop up. 

Thankfully, it seemed as if the world took pity on you as an ad for ‘Fast n’ Easy, No Mess Cookies!’ popped up on your feed. ‘Seems simple enough,’ you thought as you looked over the instructions. You hadn’t baked in forever but how hard could it be? 

As you grab all your ingredients and utensils, you realized you were missing one item: the mixing bowl. Unfortunately for you, that said bowl was located on the highest shelf, a place you wouldn't be able to reach on your own. 

“Thank goodness for the invention of chairs,” you said to yourself as you dragged a kitchen chair under the cabinet holding the mixing bowl. But even standing on the chair on the tippy tops of your tippy-toes still left you a couple of inches away. Putting all of your strength and concentration into your goal, you finally reached the mixing bowl. 

Yet the second your fingers wrapped around the rim of the bowl, your toes gave out leaving you to fall with the bowl and the surrounding dishes. Not only was there nothing to break your fall but your hand suffered the consequences. And to make matters worse, Bakugo walked through the door mere seconds later, fussing about something. Typical. 

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼 𝙂𝙮𝙢 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

Synopsis: Self-explanatory.

Warnings: Bakugou is completely and utterly smitten with you, as he should be🥴. Light cursing. one mention of the N-word. I'm black do not worry

A/N: Send in requests please. I literally have nothing else to do.

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- Doesn't notice you at first 

- probably heard about you from Kirishima

-"Bro, did you see the new girl in the gym?"

-"Idc about some girl, moron." 

-"But she's so hot tho, and-"

-"So what?? I'm not gonna let some pretty face distract me, I'm only here to do one thing, and that doesn't include girls"

-Kirishima gives up on talking about you

-Everyone else talks about you too, though

-annoys him, now he doesn't want to meet you just to prove he's better than everyone else 

- goes to the gym one morning and sees everyone huddled up 

-they're all in his way 

- "Move out of my way before I light all your asses up, the gym isn't a place to socialize bastards"

- everyone disperses to reveal you: repping out 45s on back squat

- and he really can't help if his eyes gravitate to that fat- 

- "thank you for that" you had racked the bar and you were looking at him through the mirror 

- realizes he was caught staring, and is low-key embarrassed

-so you know how this boi handles that

- He walks right past you without acknowledging you, as if you don't exist 

- after that he starts to notice you everywhere. 

- he's getting dumbbells, you are too

- He's getting on the treadmills, the only open spot is one next to you

-starts getting distracted, and it pisses him off, so he starts coming late at night instead of early in the morning

- lord you have ruined this whole Bois schedule

- low and behold, he comes to the gym, 11 o'clock, and sees only one other person. What are the odds it's you

- decides to just ignore you and proceeds with his workout

Bakugou was gradually getting pissed off. How dare you interrupt his workout. Coming to the gym at the same time as him, looking all good and-.

"Get it together Bakugou."

He turned up his music, turned up the speed on the treadmill. Trying to distract himself. He looked over at you, you were racking up your weights, just finishing your squat. Something was kind of…attractive…, about seeing you obliterate those weights the way you did. How you pushed yourself, even on the days it was obvious you didn't want to work. The shape of your butt when you went down. He wanted to be behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding your body as you bent your knees, and allowed the weight to crush you, Catching it with your legs. You could probably crush him with those...thighs.

No,

"Focus Bakugou, she's not even that cute".

Oh but you were. With that body, cut and toned , as if you lived in the gym. How could your waist be snatched like that while your as-. And your hair, so intricately designed. It looked as if it took hours. He knew it did. He would never admit it but, he looked it up when he got home one night. Intrigued. Not wanting to actually acknowledge the fact he was thinking about you. Not just in the gym but everywhere.

Like how when he saw Mina, it reminded him of a picture you posted on your Instagram(that he didn't follow,but constantly looked at) . Your hair was all out, fluffed and it looked so soft he wanted to reach through the screen and touch it. You had captioned it, "Wash day✨🙈". Or the time he was shopping, and saw that brown shirt that perfectly matched the shade of your skin. He only bought it because he liked it, the decision had nothing to do with you. 

Turning up the speed for the third time, Bakugou ran. Hard. Maybe he could outrun these thoughts he kept having. This longing to reach out. Get to know you. He didn't need any distractions. But damn, did you make him want to break all his rules. Maybe just this one time..

"Hi, ___________________ bench?" Bakugou was so enraptured in his thoughts, he didn't see you walk up to him. Didn't feel you tap him. And he definitely didn't hear what you just said. 

"Huh?", he responded, removing his earbud from his ear.

"Sorry, I'm [Name], and I was wondering if when you're finished with that, would you spot me on bench?" 

Your voice was just as angelic as you looked. And It made his heart flutter, or could that have been your lips. Full and brown, with a pink shade towards the center. And it could have easily been the way you looked up at him, with those eyes. Looking into his, unafraid and filled with question. 

But what effected him the most, was the anger in your eyes when he responded with a curt,

"No"

,and continued running, as if you weren't there. The drop in his stomach. And  what scared him , was the way he wanted to apologize, say sorry, take it all back, just to see you smile at him again. And not the smile you were giving him right now, that was so obviously fake as you said

"Okay that's fine :)"

,and walked off. 

"Idiot", Bakugou muttered to himself. Oh well, he really didn't need any distractions. He put his headphones back on and attempted to run for a couple more minutes. Still thinking about you, and the interaction from earlier, Bakugou just decided to call it quits, and Try again tomorrow. 

As Bakugou gathered his things, he heard small, breathy noises. Almost as if… someone was.. crying. Bakugou whipped around and there you were, lying on your back, trying to stop the weight of the bar from crushing your chest. Bakugou ran over to you and quickly helped you rack the bar. Jesus, was it heavy. "Thanks, that bar almost took me out", you joked. You thought this was funny? What kinda psychotic-. As you sat up, trying to catch your breath, Bakugou let you have it.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT. YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH??. YOU DUMBASS. YOU CANT LIFT THAT !!YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ALMOST DYING, MORONS LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN THE GYM."

"Excuse me".

Bakugou watched as your demeanor shifted from relaxed to furious all in a matter of seconds. You stood up. Looked him in his eye. And got right up in his face. 

"First of all, I asked you for help, and you said no. What you thought I wasn't going to work out just because you wanted to be an asshole?. Naw Nigga I don't need you. And second of all, I don't know who you think you are, but you must have lost your ever-lovin' mind if you think you're gonna talk to me just any kinda way. Boy you are outchyo tree. So you better fix it before I fix it for you."

Bakugou just stared.

"Jeez, got me in here acting a fool." Bakugou stood there for a minute. Trying to process the fact that you had just talked to him the way you did. He was shocked. And kind of turned on. Bakugou Laughed.

"I don't see what's funny."

He watched as you pouted, clearly not angry anymore. He found it cute how quickly you could change moods. And it only intensified his desire to get to know you. Before he could lose his nerve, Bakugou snatched your phone.(a/n: lemme tell you, 'ass. whoopin.)

"Boy, gimme my stuff back" 

"Hold on, I'm doin' somethin'."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay don't nothin take that long, gimme my stuff back now."

"Calm down woman, here".

Bakugou watched your face, looking for signs of rejection or disgust, as you looked at "Bakugou 😏" typed into your phone along with his number. "I didn't ask you for this" you said, but the smirk on your face revealed to him your joking nature. "You didn't have to, you obviously need a workout partner, and since you've been following me around like a fan girl, I decided to do you a favor. If you're going to insist on being a stalker you might as well do it with my permission", Bakugou said, smirking back at you. "Boy ain't nobody following you, I came here tonight because you always have your eyes on me, tracking my every move." Bakugou flushed red.

"What you thought I didn't notice??Boy you ain't it as slick as you think you are" you told him, and there was the sexy ass smirk again.

"Whatever, text me or don't, your choice" the blonde hair boy said, walking away.

Walking back to the dorms Bakugou was a little disheartened, as to how you didn't say anything back to him on the way out. "Well" he thought to himself "I don't need any distractions anyway". But he sure forgot that when he heard the ping is his pocket, and opened up his phone to see a message from an unknown number. 

(___)___ ____

     12:47am

Working out this late ain't it, maybe day after tomorrow we can go early, like usual

You

  12:47am 

6:00am

Don't be late 

Gym Hottie🙄

  12:48am

Okay, I'll be there

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bakugo has one private playlist on whatever music platform he uses. he has other playlists, but he doesn’t care enough to put the “effort” in to make it private. the name is unassuming. might just be an emoji or two, could be keyboard spam - but it is most certainly not what the true meaning behind it is.

it’s a love playlist but, as he’ll tell you, he doesn’t “love”. unfortunately for his delusions, he can’t help but let the corners of his mouth turn up slightly when he listens to a really good love song.

and so he’s compiled a collection of songs that make him feel that way. they’re love songs, but he would never call them love songs. that’s admitting something he doesn’t want to admit.

as he catches feelings for you, he won’t even notice when he gets in the habit of playing that playlist whenever he thinks of you. it was only very occasionally at first.

if he’s just browsing his music app and he hears a song that subconsciously reminds him of a certain someone.. it will be added to the playlist. hours and hours of music combined to create a hodgepodge of perfect songs.

the playlist is a timeline of the relationship between you two. how it came to be. how it flourished and wilted, changing constantly. there will be days he won’t be on the best of terms with you. those will be the days angry, rough songs get added to his playlist

once he gets over those feelings and listens back to that playlist on shuffle, he’ll hear those songs in comparison with all the other music. they clash. one is love, the other is anger. they can coexist, but not in a playlist of you.

they’ll be deleted, but who knows if they’ll be added again.

[mcsacaria-blog]

Sorrow P1

Warnings: A-A-Angst!! Cheating character, intercourse, depressed reader, tattoos, piercings, hair dying, delayed emotions, mental illness (not outright stated buttt 🤷🏻‍♀️)

A/N: I didn’t cry while typing this 👀

I walk through the front door with enthusiasm. Once I place my bags down I call out to Katsuki but receive no response “Katsuki, handsome I’m home! I brought your favorite!” The house remains silent until I walk through the dinning room and into the living room. I hear some kind of noise coming from the bedroom. I try to process what I’m hearing as I walk up the stairs to our shared bedroom. I blink and furrow my brows at the strange sounds as I open the bedroom door. My heart shatters into a million pieces as I outline every detail of what I’m witnessing. Katsuki my boyfriend of 5 years and fiancé of 2 is pounding my classmate, Uraraka into our shared bed. I freeze. I’m incapable of registering how katsuki immediately jumps off the bed not even having the decency to pull up his boxers and attempts to lay down excuses. My head feel like the definition of white noise as I blink slowly. I don’t even hear what is it he’s saying, I turn around abruptly go back down the stairs and walk out the front door with sorrow instead of enthusiasm this time. Meanwhile Bakugou is following after me tragically calling for me. I start my car and shut the door. Bakugou runs up to my window and the slam of his hands on my window seems to be the moment I snap out of my trance, “Sapphire! Baby, please! W-where are you going?!” Just come inside and we can talk things out! I feel my mind and now empty chest freeze over at the thought of “talking things out”. I slowly turn toward him and look at him with empty, glass eyes as I start my car and pull out of the driveway, not bothering to make sure I don’t run him over or get in an accident. As I drive my mind starts racing along with my car. 48mph——65mph.. 80mph and eventually 100mph. I have no clue where I’m going and I don’t care. I just need.. nothing. I need to be somewhere, where nothing is wrong.. where nothing can go wrong. I continue driving for at least 7 hours until I run out of gas and clonk on the side of the highway. I sit in the drivers side in complete silence. My unwilling eyes look at my car clock, 1:07am it reads. I stare into the abyss for what feels like hours.. feeling nothing. Eventually the sun comes back around to bring its morning light. I rub my eyes and breathe through my nose as I get out of my car or should I say Bakugou's “gift-to-me-car”. I start walking in the breakdown lane of the highway until I reach an exit labeled exit 45 ↗️ to Aomori. I decide this one is sufficient and I continue to walk until I reach an ATM and a hotel that look decent. I extract all my earnings for mine and Bakugous joint bank account and decide to set up in one of the inns. As the hotel keeper hands me the room key, “Here you are, enjoy your stay!” I look up at her and give her a small empty smile. I go into the hotel room I feel the cold sheets and smell the crisp hotel ventilated air. I rest on the bed not putting in effort to change clothes or even brush my teeth.

[craftycheetah]

fever pt.2

last

CW: fingering, heats, ruts, biting, knotting, unprotected sex, doggystyle, missionary, oral (f receiving), fighting, mild blood, harassment

Taglist: @pharaohanubis0​ @alsodynamigari​

WC: 14.6k

mina opens the door for katsuki, playfully swooning at his white shirt stretched across his chest. “you look yummy.”

“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”

“y/n~” mina calls to your bedroom door but there’s no response. “one sec.”

katsuki watches her skip to your room, shutting the door. he hears both of you talk back and forth until mina shoves you out of the room.

“you look fine, stop worrying.”

you look up at katsuki and turn around in embarrassment. “oh my god he looks so good and i look terrible!”

you’re wearing a pastel pink plaid skirt with white long sleeve scoop neck shirt paired with white chunky wedges and thigh high socks to tie it all together. all bought by katsuki and maybe a little too casual for a fashion show and dinner.

“no you don’t, you look so cute,” mina grins.

you inhale deeply and turn back around to face katsuki. “okay, hi.”

‘fuck, she looks cute.’

“i like your hair,” he comments.

you touch your braids. “are you making fun of me for what happened with the whole hair thing when we met?”

katsuki’s alpha yells at him for the comment. “no, i mean it. your hair looks nice with the curls at the end.”

“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.

katsuki holds out his hand. “are you ready?”

you nod and let out a slight purr as you take his hand and walk out the door with him.

“have fun! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” mina calls out as you walk to the elevator.

you giggle and nod as katsuki rolls his eyes. “i heard there’s not much she wouldn’t do,” he mutters.

“she’s very experimental,” you laugh and press the button on the panel.

“have you two ever…?” he trails off vaguely.

your face heats up as you look away. “w-why would you ask me that?”

“she was really comfortable taking your heat toy out.”

“ mina’s my best friend and we’ve been through a lot together.”

“so…”

you huff. “there was that one time after this guy dumped me like a week before my heat a few years ago. but that’s it, i swear!”

katsuki’s alpha growls lowly at the thought of someone else touching you but he holds it back since you trust mina. he kisses your cheek and smirks to himself when you get slightly flustered. 

“good. my parent’s show starts in about half an hour,” he tells you as you both step outside.

“sounds good. where’s the show, anyway?”

“nakagi hotel.”

you gasp loudly at the name. “the nakagi hotel?!”

nakagi hotel was so high end only big shots and celebrities got to stay there.

“i’ve always wanted to go there,” you squeal and hold his hand, bouncing excitedly. “i heard the restaurant grows their own veggies on the roof. is that true?”

“i dunno, probably.”

“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”

he shrugs. “maybe.”

you squeal again and hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so excited! thank you katsuki!” you stretch on your toes—despite your heels he’s still annoyingly taller than you—to plant kisses on his cheeks and jaw.

“hey hey, you’re covering me with your sticky ass lip gloss!” he protests.

“oh. sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hands.

‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”

“yay!” you give him one last kiss, this one a little longer than the others, and rub your cheek on his collar despite your scent patch.

“why do you wear that stupid thing?” he scoffs. and opens the passenger door for you.

“i don’t want alphas to go into a frenzy,” you explain. “omegas are required by law to wear them in public spaces.”

“you don't gotta worry about them when i'm with you. besides,” he trails off, lifting your scent patch and taking a deep whiff, letting out a deep growl-like rumble. “the only alpha who should smell you is me.”

you feel your face heat up as he pulls away and starts the car.

“katsuki, don’t do that!” you whine, covering your face.

“but you smell so good. like a freshly baked butterscotch cookie.”

“you smell nice too. like.” you smell his neck. “like making caramel by a fire.”

‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’

he shakes his head to get rid of the thought. “we’re gonna be late.”

“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”

katsuki chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls out of the curb, driving towards the hotel.

*

your eyes widen as you look around the massive lobby.everything bathes it warm light that makes the white walls shine. “wow, it's so pretty,” you marvel.

“close your jaw pretty girl before you catch flies,” katsuki chuckles.

“everythings just so fancy—ooh look at the chandelier!” you point upwards.

“yeah, it's very shiny. c'mon before we're late.”

you look over at him and grab his hand. “lead the way,” you chime, happily letting him lead you outside into the garden.

you ‘ooh’ at the set up, standing next to the raised glass runway lit up by soft blue lights. “pretty.”

‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.

“katsukiiiiiii!” a shrill voice calls from somewhere down the grass. “katsuki is that you?!”

“shit,” he sighs, subtly letting out irritated pheromones.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“my hag.”

“hag?”

“katsuki bakugou, you have some nerve coming here and not letting me know—oh! i didn’t know we had another model. she’s kind of short but i have the perfect outfit she can wear,” a tall woman that looks like a gender-bent, carbon copy of katsuki. “why do you smell stressed?”

“i’m fine,” he growls before calming down when you try to hide behind him and let out soft, calming pheromones.

she grasps your wrist. “come dear, let’s get you dressed.”

“i’m not a model, ma’am,” you squeak out.

“no? but you look like one.”

“she’s with me,” katsuki speaks up and pulls you close to him.

“hmm? oh. oh! i see, so how did you meet this one? in one of your little clubs like the last one?”

“shut up, hag, she’s different,” katsuki grumbles.

“but i did meet you in a club…”

“that’s beside the point. you’re different,” he says to you. 

“it’s not that big a deal,” you reassure him then turn to the woman. “i’m just a plus one. it’s nice to meet you.”

“you too. i’m katsuki’s mother, mitsuki.”

“...are you sure? you just…you look really good.” 

“oh, you're so sweet! katsuki, are you sure you found her in your club?”

“let’s go sit down,” he grumbles, softly tugging you along.

“bye mrs. bakugou,” you smile as she watches you follow katsuki to your reserved seats. 

‘she seems nice, and he looks happy,’ mitsuki thinks as she watches katsuki look fondly at you while helping you sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. ‘im happy for him.’

about ten minutes later the show began as the lights along the runway lit up and started swirling around the glass.

‘ladies and gentlemen, people of all presentations, welcome to sakura sunset.”

the models all walk up and down the runway one after another. you look up at them and gasp in wonder at the detailed sunset coloured outfits. ‘so pretty,’ you think.

you notice one of the male models wink at you as he walks past in an orange and brown outfit.

‘oh…’ you think as your cheeks warm before chirping softly when katsuki pulls you closer and kisses the top of your scent patch, side-eyeing the other alpha as he walks towards the curtain in the back.

‘asshole.’

you lean on him, purring as he keeps kissing your neck. “there are people around.”

“don’t care. you’re with me. people should know that,” he grumbles and softly bites above the patch and makes a hickey, laving his tongue over it.

“stop,” you chastise half heartedly and pull away to watch the beautiful mix of traditional and modern fashion. you’ve always known the bakugou’s were talented in their fashion but seeing it in person hits different. maybe you can get a cheaper piece for yourself.

once the show was over you stood in the private lounge area, near the buffet table, softly nibbling on one of the crackers they had for guests and sipped on a small flute of seltzer.

while you’re figuring out where to throw a salmon bite you realise you don’t like, your nose picks up a strong smell very close to you. sandalwood with a hint of something zesty.

“hey.”

you turn and come face to chest with the alpha who winked at you from the runway.

“hi,” you smile politely—putting the salmon bite in a tissue. “you’re the model in the hakama pants. they looked really good.”

he runs a hand through his dark hair. “thank babe. names shindo yo. what’s yours?”

“l/n y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty lady.”

you giggle nervously but your omega preens at the praise. “thank you.”

“what’s someone like you doing down here? you should've been on stage with me.”

“i’m a plus one.”

“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”

“me,” a voice growls from behind the brunet.

“katsuki! hi,” you chirp. “did you try the salmon bites? they’re kinda gross.”

“bakugou katsuki, it’s been a while,” shindo grins as katsuki glares at him. “how’ve you been?”

“shindo,” katsuki grumbles and shoves past him to talk to you. “you okay, pretty girl?”

you nod and keep drinking from your flute. “the seltzer’s really good,” you hum. “is shindo one of your friends? he looks like deku.”

“we’re not friends. ”

shindo puts his arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re best friends. katsuki and i modelled together years ago before he stopped. also, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”

katsuki growls low in his throat and shrugs him off. “no, we’re not.”

you look at the two before shrugging and continuing to drink your seltzer while you browse through the rest of the snack options.

“how did someone like you find a plus one this beautiful? is she an escort?” he whispers quiet enough for only katsuki to hear.

katsuki snarls at him. “no, fuck off.”

you pick up a tiny sandwich and bite, scrunching up your nose at the taste. ‘fancy food sucks…’

“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”

“back off, knothead, she’s with me,” he snaps. “y/n, we’ll be late for dinner.”

you turn around, your cheeks slightly puffed up from the crackers. “mm?” you swallow and wipe your mouth. “okay. bye shindo.”

“don’t talk to him,” katsuki grumbles as he leads you away.

“shouldn’t we say goodbye to your mom?”

“she’ll know that i’ve already left. i don’t stay long at these things.”

“ohhh, okay,” you smile and hold his hand, interlocking your fingers. “this was so much fun. i can’t wait for dinner.”

katsuki feels pride swell in his chest as you follow him towards the garden entrance.

mitsuki shouts at the two of you, making you stop while katsuki groans and turns around.

“katsuki, get back here!”

“you know i was leaving, hag. what do you want?”

mitsuki pushes a man in front of her. “i want her to meet your father. masaru, that’s katsuki’s little girlfriend, isn’t she adorable?”

“you have a girlfriend?”

‘i’m his girlfriend?’ you think as your omega jumps wildly. ‘did alpha choose us?!’ “hi, no, we’re just going out,” you explain, nervously laughing. “nothing official yet.”

‘not yet,’ katsuki thinks. “we’re going to get dinner.”

“you better treat her right,” mitsuki calls out as katsuki leads you inside the hotel towards the exit.

as you and katsuki walk outside, you’re both blindsided by the flashing cameras of after show paparazzi.

you flinch at the barrage of questions as the lights flash. katsuki grips your hand tighter and pulls you away from the large crowd, leading you towards his car. once inside, he notices your distressed scent, peeking out from beneath your floral patch. “are you okay?” he asks, stroking the back of your hand.

“so many people,” you mumble. “it was so loud and they were asking so many questions. is that normal for these things?”

katsuki nods. ‘omega’s sad. comfort her, dumbass.’ “don’t worry, i barely go to these things so you don’t have to worry.”

“mm, okay,” you hum and rummage through your purse for a new patch. you slowly remove the old patches so you don't hurt yourself. “i think i sweat mine out.”

the car is filled with your sweet butterscotch and vanilla scent. the heaviness filling katsuki’s nose and settling in the back of his throat. “you smell amazing with or without it, pretty girl,” he rumbles.

you look over and smile at him. “thank you. my last boyfriend said i smelled too sweet. i’m ninety percent sure that’s why he broke up with me but he said ‘i’m too clingy’ so i dunno.”

“well he sounds like an idiot. you’re not clingy and you definitely don’t smell too sweet.” katsuki kisses your cheek and noses your scent gland as you purr before chirping when he licks your scent gland. “so fuckin’ delicious,” he groans. before smelling the change in your scent. ‘she likes it when i do this?’

you whine softly as he keeps licking and sucking your scent gland. “katsuki.”

he pulls away and kisses you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while resting his other hand on your plump thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly. 

“alpha,” you whimper when his hand glides higher up under your skirt.

“yeah, pretty girl? something on your mind?” he chuckles smugly.

you squirm in place, mind racing and omega going crazy. “you, alpha,” you whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties.

you lift your right leg onto the dashboard as katsuki gently tugs your underwear to your knees and kisses your scent gland again as his fingers dance along your folds, rubbing your clit. your whole cunt is covered in slick, coating his hand even before he puts his fingers in you.

“goddamn, you’re wet,” he groans as you tilt your head back into the headrest. he pushes his nose closer to your scent gland, kissing and running his rough tongue across the sensitive skin while slowly pushing a finger inside. “fuck, you’re so tight, pretty girl. relax for me, okay?”

you whimper softly as he kisses and nips your jaw before squeezing your chest.

“that’s a good girl, there we go,” he smirks as your eyes flutter. he starts thrusting his finger before eventually adding a second and rubs your clit with his thumb. 

you fist his shirt, panting heavily against his mouth. your hips jerkily grind into his hand, your toes curling in your socks. his fingers curl up into the roof of your cunt and you throw your head back with a cry, your leg trembling as your body seizes up. your cunt squeezes katsuki’s fingers, slick dripping down his wrist. he can’t wait to feel you squeeze his dick and knot like that.

katsuki pecks your lips before pulling his hand away and licking at his fingers. “you even taste sweet,” he chuckles. he kisses your cheek and cleans you up with some wipes he had in the glove compartment before starting the car.

you let out a happy purr and lower your leg as your scent filled the car. ‘i want him as our alpha. hurry up and ask him!’ your omega yells at you.

“i think…i think we should open the window,” you mutter and press the button to let fresh air in.

‘noooooooo!’

*

katsuki drives up to a fancy restaurant and hands his keys to the valet as he steps out before walking over and helping you out of the car. 

“ooh,” you hum. “i know this place. i heard their seafood is really good.”

“what type of seafood do you like?” katsuki asks, walking you inside.

“i like shrimp, salmon—ooh, i love lobster too. but it’s so expensive.”

“well whatever you want tonight, you can have.”

you look up at him, your eyes wide. “you mean it?”

“yes, i do,” he nods. “table for two under the name bakugou.”

the hostess picks up two menus and steps out from behind the glass podium. “follow me please.”

the booth is a little further inside the restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle.

“someone will be here with some bread and take your orders in a moment,” the hostess smiles as she hands you the menu.

you and katsuki talk idly until a male omega makes their way over, immediately grabbing their notepad from their apron pocket and placing a tray of bread and butter on the table.

“good evening, my name is benjiro, and i’ll be your waiter tonight. can i start the two of you off on any drinks?”

“can i have the strawberry lemonade,” you smile and point at the name of the drink on the menu.

benjiro scribbles it down. “and you, sir?”

“water,” katsuki says curtly.

“all right, i’ll be back soon.”

the omega bows slightly and makes his way towards the kitchen.

“you didn’t want any alcohol?” katsuki asks you. you flip the page of the menu, scanning through the seafood options.

“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”

“you got a reason?”

you shrug nonchalantly. “i’m not really big on alcohol. i think the last time i drank was at my college graduation party and i passed out.”

“so you’re a lightweight,” he chuckles as you pout. “don’t worry, i don’t drink much either.”

you roll your eyes playfully and look at the entrees. “ooh, the lobster linguini sounds good with a side of garlic knots. i think i’ll get that, what about you katsuki?”

“i think i’ll get the sirloin with a side of wild rice,” katsuki decides, closing his menu and eating a slice of bread. “hmm, pretty good.”

“ooh, that sounds so good. i’m rethinking the lobster now…” you mutter.

“i think the lobster is a good idea, but whatever you want i’ll get it for you.”

you click your tongue. “can’t eat too much so i’ll just have the lobster linguini.” you decide and close the menu.

katsuki smiles at you and eats another slice. “so how have you been?”

“pretty good, i helped treat a kid with bronchiolitis the other day. they were wheezing for almost a week, but i figured out the issue. what about you?”

“i’m thinking of expanding my club. there’s a space near block seventeen that opened up and i’m thinking of opening another location. i also made a new recipe for the club.”

“ooh, that sounds interesting. what is it?”

“you’ll have to visit the club to find out,” katsuki grins, reaching over and placing a hand over yours.

your feet kick giddily under the table, your face hot when you squeak out, “okay.”

the waiter comes by and places your drinks on the table. “strawberry lemonade for the lady and water for you, sir.”

“thank you,” you chirp.

“so, are you two ready to order?”

“oh, yes. i’ll have the lobster linguini with a side of garlic knots.”

“a good choice. and for you sir?”

“i’ll have the sirloin medium well with wild rice on the side.”

you make a face after benjiro leaves. “medium well, really?”

“what’s wrong with it? how do you eat your steak?”

“okay, i know if i answer you’re gonna make it a whole thing like everyone does.”

he raises a brow. 

“i like it well done…” you mutter under your breath. 

he withdraws his hand from yours. “i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“no, you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” you whine and hold his hand again. “my dad just always made it like that so it grew on me.”

“your dad has shit taste in cooking steak,” he chuckles and links your fingers again.

“don’t disrespect her like that,” you pout indignantly. “she’s a great cook. wish some of it rubbed off on me though.”

“don’t be discouraged. i can still teach you and then you can make yourself some lunch instead of going to that soba place around the corner from your office.”

“i like their soba. it’s good, yeah, but homemade is always better. ooh, can you teach me how to make the omurice you made me last week?”

“sure, tiny.”

you smile bashfully and shrug your shoulders. “thank you.”

dinner goes off without a hitch. you love the food, even stealing some from katsuki’s plate.

katsuki pays for the meal and walks you out, holding onto your waist while the valet brings the car around.

the moment you say goodnight to katsuki and kiss him goodbye, mina practically tackles you for information.

“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went! 

“it was fun. i took pictures of the clothes i’ll send to you later. then we went for dinner.”

“did anything happen~?”

your cheeks heat up. “no…”

“ooh, something did happen! did you guys fuck?”

you squeal in embarrassment and rush to your room, shutting the door before she can come in.

“you can’t hide from me forever, bestie!” she calls out.

locking the door, you flop onto your nest and check your phone to read katsuki’s text. “you’re so embarrassing!”

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>gn pretty girl

you pout. as much as you actually wanted to fuck, you’re still too nervous and your omega won’t stop yelling at you for just letting him finger you in the car. you even wore cute lingerie for it.

me

<<gn

<<🧡

huffing you toss your phone aside and get ready for a shower and bed.

just before you go to bed, you put on your favourite pink negligee, attempt what you think is a sexy pose, take a photo for katsuki, before tucking your braids in your bonnet.

katsuki changes out of his dinner clothes and sits down on his bed. ‘today was a good day,” he thinks, subtly releasing happy pheromones. his phone buzzes beside him and his alpha perks up as your name pops up with an image attached.

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

his breath hitches at the image of you in sheer pink lingerie from the neck down. your boobs pushed up by the material and a hint of dark brown areola peeking out.

‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’  

katsuki adjusts the lighting of his room before removing any extra things in the background and leaning against his headboard, taking a picture of his sculpted upper torso.

me

>>so fucking beautiful

you’re stunning pretty girl

>>{1 image attached}

tiny

>>thank you alpha 🧡

me

<<you really like pink

tiny

>>it’s my fave

>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘

katsuki feels his alpha jump for joy as you text him.

me

<<good to know

<<next time i’ll make something pink for you

tiny

>>💖

>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺

me

<<that’ll be your next lesson

tiny

>>🤩😍

>>thank youuu

he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.

you sit up in bed when you see the ‘{image attached}’. “ohmygod?”

you hesitantly open it and get greeted with a close up of his torso. ‘jesus christ he’s buff,’ you think as you keep staring at the photo.

me

<<you’re so buff alpha

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>thank you pretty girl

your omega practically drools at the thought of katsuki’s chest. ‘alpha’s big and strong! he’s perfect!’ i gotta get in shape…’

you pout and look at the picture you sent him, suddenly self aware of all the folds and rolls squishing up.

me

<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>ofc

me

<<my heat is next month

<<on the fifth

<<do you maybe wanna help me?

katsuki’s eyes widened as he reread the text. ‘she’s asking me to be her heat partner! yes!’ ‘you better say yes. she came to us’

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>yes

>>i’ll bring clothes

>>you better have food

you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.

me

<<thank you!!!!

<<i will

<<cant wait!!

your excitement dies down when insecurity fears its ugly head again. you’re gonna have to get in shape before then.

you open another text thread.

me

<<hiii

<<you guys still awake?

camie(*'ω'*)

>>yup

>>what’s up club bestie

mina🌺

>>everything alright

>>you’ve been holed up in there since your d8

camie(*'ω'*)

>>date???（⊙ｏ⊙）

>>👀👀👀

>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱

me

<<we’re not even official 

<<we went out 2nite

<<fashion show and dinner

camie(*'ω'*) is calling…

you answer the group facetime and camie’s screaming cuts through the speakers.

“ow. hi camie,” you groan and lay back on your cat squishmallow.

“spilllll i must know all the details!” camie’s face bounces on the screen while sporting a grey face mask.

“okay okay,” you giggle as mina leans in despite being in the other room. “so i met his parents. his sire is soooo intense!”

“ohmygod she iiisss. i love her though. she was so iconic in the nineties. faaaveee.” camie makes a heart with her hands. 

“his dam’s so sweet.” you kick your feet. “he definitely gets his attitude from his sire. they look identical too, it’s insane.”

“what’s her name?” mina asks.

“mitsuki bakugou.”

mina clicks on her laptop and pulls up mitsukis old modelling pictures.“wow, they look like twins.”

“anything else?” camie asks and props her phone up on her sink counter to start washing her face.

“i got hit on by one of the models.”

“you can’t just drop a bomb like that on us!” camie sputters, her face damp.

“did you catch the guy’s name? was he nice? do i need to go hide a body?” mina asks worriedly.

you minimise the call and open instagram, typing as you say, “i think shindo yo? i just remember that he looks like a brunette version of deku.”

his instagram page pops up. “ooh, he’s cute. is it weird if i like his picture? this one.” you share the picture of him in a suit to the group.

“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.

“i do! but we’re not official so i can still look…”

“he looks like an asshole,” mina laughs and zooms in on the picture.

“katsuki doesn’t like him. he seemed nice but the way he flirted was a little creepy…” you mumble. “my omega liked it though.”

“very conflicting. if you had a choice to choose between them, who would you pick?

camie giggles and waits for your response.

you roll onto your belly, squishing the cat. “oof. katsuki for sure. he’s so hot. ugh, i have to hit the gym to keep up with him.”

“what, no you don’t. alphas are supposed to be big. omegas are small and squishy, and you’re perfect the way you are.”

“hmph. i dunno.” you go to katsuki's instagram page. “he’s always around model-type girls.”

“those girls only want him for status, trust me,” camie assures you. “he likes you because you’re cute and nice.”

“and smart,” mina adds. “with a great body.”

“guys stooop,” you whine, covering your face with your free arm.

camie finishes up and exits the bathroom. “but if you wanna hit the gym, we’re not gonna stop you girl.”

“thanks, you guys, but i have to spill more tea.” you kick your feet eagerly.

“ooh. fill my cup bestie,” mina grins.

“so i asked him to spend my next heat with me…”

“shut up! no you didn’t!” camie gasps.

“i did!”

all of you squeal eagerly.

“camie, what are you screaming about?” a male voice asks off camera.

“i’m chatting with the girls, inasa!” camie explains.

your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.

“what did he say?!” mina grins flopping beside you on the bed.

“he said yes!”

she flops onto your nest, hugging you. “oh my god, i’m so proud of you! my bestie’s growin’ up so fast!”

“minaaa,” you whine as she nuzzles her cheek into yours.

“no, you’re getting loved on. accept it,” she giggles. “beta love is the best kind.”

“ummm no girl, omega love is top tier,” camie argues. “now you have to go to the gym, girl?”

“really?”

“he’s gonna go into a rut and you need to work on your stamina for that? have you ever been with an alpha?”

“no.”

she clicks her tongue and shakes her head sadly. “r.i.p that pussy.”

“what?!” you panic. “is he gonna hurt me?!”

“not intentionally,” camie shrugs as mina hums in agreement. “it’s hot though.”

“it is. eijirou always bites me and it does hurt but it’s natural.”

you hum. “that’s scary…”

“the first time inasa claimed me, yeah it was scary but when you’re in heat you don’t really feel the pain of the bite until it’s done and by then it heals up.”

“claim?!” you gasp and rub your neck. “it’s way too early for that. but biting does sound hot…okay, i’ll work on my stamina.”

“we could hit my gym on your day off,” camie offers. “i can get you in for free.”

“you’ll do great!”

*

you stand outside of the lavish looking gym wearing a pink sweatsuit, braids tied up away from your face as you wait. mina loudly slurps her milkshake.

“mina, stop it,” you scold.

“it’s good, don’t judge me,” she whines.

you roll your eyes and keep an eye out for camie. “camie said she’d be here, waiting for us.”

“maybe she got distracted?”

“she texted that she’s down the street.” you look down the sidewalk.

“alright, let’s just wait out here.”

a black porsche pulls up onto the curb a little ways from where you’re both standing. camie steps out in grey matching leggings and a tank top. “hey girlies!”

“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”

“so do you girls! thanks for driving me here, babe, i’ll see you later, okay?”

camie leans into the car and giggles softly before coming out smelling like cinnamon and coffee.

“i love you too. hi ladies!” an alpha with a buzzcut grins from inside the car.

“hi.” you wave.

“yo,” mina nods.

“lemme know when you're ready,” he waves, pulling out of the curb once camie steps back.

“we’re gonna have so much fun,” she squeals. “i have some workouts to build up your stamina and they totally work.”

“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.

camie leads you both inside the gym. luckily there’s only two other people so you don’t feel as anxious. she flashes her membership card to the receptionist and tells them you and mina are with her.

“woah, this place is fancy,” mina whistles.

you nod and follow camie to the workout room.

“okay girl, first thing you gotta do is squats. you’ve already got junk in the trunk but it helps soooo much with your stamina.” she gently swats your butt. “this outfit is so cute.”

“thank you,” you smile. you watch camie do a couple before trying. “like this?”

“good, but you need to keep your arms straight. yeah, like that. do twenty more of that.”

“you’re doing good bestie,” mina grins. “i’m gonna go run on the treadmill. holler if you need me.”

“we will,” you nod before sitting on the ground after five.

“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.

“i don't go to the gym like you do. i get my steps in by working,” you sigh. 

“let's try the exercise bike. work those leg muscles then we can try this again.”

“alright.”

you spend half of the day doing stamina exercises and cardio, nearly passing out near the end.

“you okay?”

“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”

“but we’re almost done. just one more squat rep and we’re done.”

you groan loudly and roll onto your belly. “i’m gonna die.”

camie nudges you with her sneaker. “come on. this is for your hot sexy alpha.”

you swoon. “hot sexy alpha…” you mumble and stand back up. “okay, i can do this.”

camie chuckles and pats your shoulder and watches you squat. a devious thought crosses her mind. “let’s go get mina and take a selfie before we leave.”

“can we get food too?”

“there’s this place with great salad.”

you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”

“it’s healthy.”

“being healthy sucks.”

she pats your back. “you’ll thank me later. finish up.”

“fine salad it is…” you squat a few more times before groaning when you get up. “done.”

after a lemon water break, camie pulls you and mina in front of one of the large mirrors by the weights, holding up her phone. “okay, say ‘cheese’.”

camie takes the pic and sends it to you both before helping you get your things.

you forward the photo to katsuki and smile to yourself as you leave the gym.

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

>>gym day w/ the girls 

katsuki feels his phone vibrate as he chastises one of the bartenders. he sits down on one of the couches and checks his messages. ‘tiny, what are you up to?’

me

<<why you at the gym???

tiny

>>wat else do you do at the gym???

me

<< >:(

<<don’t be snarky

tiny

>>camie invited me 

“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.

me

<<ok

<<you look cute or whatever

tiny

>>or whatever? 🥺

katsuki practically saw the pout on your face. ‘goddammit.’

me

<<don’t look at me like that 

<<i can feel those puppy dog eyes staring at me through the screen 

tiny

>>😊

>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾

me

<<alright

<<be safe

katsuki smirks softly at his phone and puts it back in his pocket.

“aww, bakubro has a crush,” eijirou hums over katsuki’s shoulder.

“what the fuck shitty hair?!” katsuki growls.

“crush?” denki asks curiously as he walks out of the storage room. “kaachan has feelings?”

“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.

“no. who's the lucky person?”

“that girl mina brought two weeks ago. birthday girl with the front tie and bell-bottoms.”

denki taps his chin. “okay, two questions. who is mina? and who is the girl?”

eijirou taps his phone a few times and opens mina’s instagram page, scrolling until he finds a picture of both of you mina took before you went to komori. “that’s mina and that’s her friend.”

“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”

eijirou frowns a little. “she’s my girlfriend.”

“is your girlfriend single?”

“moving on. that’s bakubro’s new girlfriend who’s not a girlfriend because he’s too nervous to ask.”

“if kacchan doesn't ask her out can i? she’s cute.”

katsuki’s scent shifts to a bitter burnt caramel, alarming denki a little.

“okay, chill, i’m kidding,” denki chuckles. “but why haven’t you asked her?”

“what if she says no?”

“didn’t she call you during her heat?” eijirou asks.

“yeah but that’s different.”

denki pats his head. “look if you want her, just ask. the worst is she says no.”

katsuki huffs. “okay. get back to work, idiots.”

*

a knock at your door pulls you away from the fridge. “coming!” you call out and waddle in pain over from the kitchen, opening your door. “hi katsuki! come in.”

katsuki walks in with a couple of bags, smooching your cheek. “hi tiny.”

you rub your cheek on his chest, covering him in happy pheromones. “you got the ingredients!”

“yup,” he chuckles. “even bought something else.” katsuki holds up a white bag. “this is for you.”

you gasp and take the bag, moving the tissue paper around as your omega jumps for joy. ‘alpha bought us a present!’

inside the white gift bag is a pink and purple pegasus squishmallow. “oh my god, it's so cute!” you squeal, taking it out and hugging it. “and fluffy! i love it i love it i love it! thank you!”

“you’re welcome,” he chuckles. 

you pull him in for a hug and look down at the plush in your hands. “hey, can you scent it for me? just so your smell is always in my nest.”

“what about the shirt you stole?” he inquires.

you hug the plushie tighter. “i had to wash it and now the scent is gone…”

“do you want me to scent that again?”

“please?”

katsuki chuckles and places the bag on your counter. “empty the bag and i’ll go scent the stuff. where is it?”

“it’s in my room on my pillow.” you give him the plushie.

“you’re letting me in?”

you nod and point him in the direction of your room. “its next to the cow squishmallow.”

katsuki chuckles and goes into your room. “you really like pink, pretty girl,” he chuckles to himself before grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his wrists and neck. he places the plushie beside the cow and scents them both for good measure before going back to the living room. “alright, i’m done with the shirt.”

you waddle over from the kitchen with a strawberry in hand. “where'd you get these strawberries?—god my back.” you moan and crack your back.

katsuki notices the slight limp in your step and feels a little weird. “are you okay?”

you hum in question and eat the strawberry.

“why’re you walking like that?”

“cause camie had me doing squats all week. i could barely move around at work,” you complain. “i’m not cut out for the fitness lifestyle.”

katsuki, and his alpha, relax. “better be careful, tiny.”

“i’ll be careful. so what do we do first?”

“wash your hands and then we’ll start on the wet ingredients. but before that,” he pauses, walking over and wiping off some strawberry juice that's spilled from your mouth. “this.”

katsuki cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, humming from the sweet taste of you mixed with strawberry. he pulls away and smiles down at you. “always so sweet, pretty girl.”

you stare up at him as your face warms. “katsuki,” you whine as you cover your cheeks.

“yes?”

“you can’t just do that!” 

“why not? you’re cute when you’re all flustered,” he chuckles as you whine even more.

“you’re so annoying,” you pout. 

“i’m annoying but you let me in your nest?”

you chuff and smack his chest. “let’s just make the cake.”

the pink strawberry shortcake is easy to make, even if you added a little too much flour. katsuki supervises you the whole time, annoyingly pointing out every single mistake.

“it’s just a cake,” you sigh as you mix in the eggs.

“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.

“no it doesn’t.”

“if it’s for you, yes it does.”

“katsuki…”

“i mean it. now, don’t forget the food coloring.”

after the cake is cooled and iced, you step back and admire your work. “wow, i made a cake!”

katsuki nods. “yes you did. next time you can make one on your own.”

“it’s so cute. i can’t wait to try it.” you take a picture of it and send it to mina then get a knife to cut a slice. 

you take a slice for yourself and grin at the whipped cream and strawberry topping. “mm, so yummy.”

katsuki feels the tips of his ears burn as he listens to your praises. “of course it's good. we made it.”

you smile and let out a happy purr before tugging katsuki along to sit on the couch. “we can eat more later. right now i wanna cuddle with two of my favourite things.”

“squishmallows and a soft blanket?” katsuki chuckles before stiffening when you nuzzle your body under his arm.”

“close. you and a soft blanket.”

katsuki chuckles softly and strokes your waist. “hey pretty girl?”

you look up at him with curiosity. “hmm?”

“i wanted to ask you something.”

“you okay?”

he presses his lips together, nerves getting the better of him. “what do you like to eat during your heat?”

you snuggle closer to him. “anything you make is good. i really like hot cocoa and marshmallows though.”

he rubs your thigh slowly. “good to know.”

you hum softly and kiss his jaw. “how about you? what do you like during your rut?”

“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”

you hide your face in his bicep. “you’re so crass. how can you just say stuff like that?”

katsuki chuckles and looks down at you. “you just do. you were like that during your other heat.”

“oh my gosh,” you whine.

”it’s true,” he laughs. “you were all hot and needy.”

“no more talking!” you huff in embarrassment. “if you’re gonna make fun of me, i’ll kick you out.”

“no you won’t.”

you pout and lay back on his chest, purring gently at the closeness and his happy scent.

katsuki lets out a soft rumble, soothing you and your omega as you watch your series.

“ooh, we should watch ‘is it cake’!” you exclaim.

“whats that?”

“it's this show where bakers have to make extremely realistic cakes and the judges have to guess if it's real or not!”

“sounds weird.”

“it’s not. you probably can’t guess which ones are cakes, that’s why.”

“is that a challenge?!” he growls playfully. “i’ll figure out which ones are fake and get them all right!”

katsuki got three right while you guessed almost every one. “better luck next time, alpha.”

“we’re watching something else,” he grumbles and goes back to the netflix home screen.

you giggle at his pout and boop his nose. 

*

katsuki shows up the first day of preheat just after mina leaves for the week, opting to spend the week with eijirou now that you have katsuki to take care of you.

you wander towards your door in nothing but katsuki’s shirt and underwear as you hear someone knock. peeking through the peephole, your omega howls happily when you see katsuki.

“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.

“hey tiny. how’re you?”

“hot but happy that you’re here.”

you hold on to him as he places a large bag of food in your kitchen before dragging him towards your nest. you straddle him and rub your cheeks on his neck, drenching him in your scent.

your sweet heat scent hits him hard, even stronger than what he imagined it would be.

“i’m so happy to see you,” you grin down at him.  

“yeah, i can tell. you smell really sweet right now,” he groans. “smells like you bathed in vanilla.”

you let out a happy purr and rest your head under his, shuddering from his smoky scent. ‘alpha…’

katsuki places his hand on your lower back, the weight comforting.

“are you sure about this?” he asks quietly.

“mhm. i’ve been getting ready for weeks,” you tell him.

“you seem eager.”

you sit up and nod.“i’ve been working out to build up my stamina for you. it was annoying but no going back now.”

“that’s why you’ve been going to the gym?”

you nod shyly.

“you didn't have to do that for me, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your face. “you’re perfect like this. small and soft.” he presses your cheeks with his palms on the last word.

“i just did it for stamina,” you get out through squished lips. “i’ve never been with an alpha and camie said i need it.”

“camie was right,” katsuki replies. in an instant, you’re on your back as katsuki has effortlessly turned you both over. “you definitely will.”

you look up at him and swoon. “prove it.

happy chirps and purrs leave your lips when he starts kissing your neck, rubbing his rough tongue on the gland. katsuki growls quietly at the taste of your preheat, his own aroused scent bleeding and saturating the air.

you reek of arousal and slick, your hands tugging his shirt off and exposing his hot skin. you whine against his touch and slip your hands off of his shirt.

“taste so good, pretty girl,” katsuki groans as he starts making a hickey on your neck. “fuck, your scent drives me crazy.”

you moan at the praise as he slips his hand under your shirt, palming your tits. he lifts the shirt, taking a moment to admire the view, then tosses it aside.

he uses one hand to tweak your nipples while he massages the other, giving your nipple the occasional nip. 

“alpha,” you whine, grabbing his hand and moving it down towards your crotch.

“so needy, pretty girl,” he teases and drags your panties down your legs. “god, you're soaked.”

katsuki kisses his way down before stopping when you squeeze your thighs together. you cover your face with your hands. 

“what’s wrong?”

“i’m just nervous,” you mutter and take a deep breath. “okay, i’m fine.”

he kisses your thighs a few times, rumbling when you open them a little more. enough for him to put them over his shoulder. “good girl,” he whispers, kissing his way towards your cunt. he licks his thumb and slowly rubs your clit, placing a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming too much.

katsuki licks your folds and shivers from the heavenly taste of your slick. he slowly licks your clit, feeling your thighs tense up by his head. his eyes meet yours over your stomach as he slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pushing some of your juices out and down his palm.

you gasp at the feeling and start to rock your hips. “can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. you’re so wet down here, beautiful.” a huskiness takes over the rasp in his voice, tracing his words into your sex causing your hips to instinctively buck up into his face— riding his tongue to your heart's content.

katsuki licks your clit until your slick is dripping down the seam of your ass into your nest, darkening the pink fabric of your sheets. 

“fuck, katsuki,” you whimper, grinding against his tongue and finger while gripping his hair. “alpha, please don’t stop!”

your leg trembles next to his head, katsuki recognising it means you’re about to cum. he sucks your clit again, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you gasp loudly and tug his hair as your back arches out of your nest. “fuck, alpha, yes!”

katsuki doesn’t pull away until you pull at his scalp. “you taste so damn sweet, pretty girl. can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking his finger and hand. the action makes your cheeks burn despite what just happened.

he climbs over you, his scent aroused and heavy with caramel. he rumbles loudly and licks your neck again, tasting your concentrated scent.

“alpha,” you whine.

katsuki pulls away and looks at your face. “yes, pretty girl?”

“fuck me.”

“are you sure?”

you nod. “please? i want you.”

his scent flares again at your words. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”

you squirm impatiently as you wait for him to pull his joggers and boxers off. your omega preens at the sight of his dick. better than you imagined after seeing it on camera.

“y’like what you see, pretty girl?” he chuckles as you nod eagerly.

katsuki lines himself up, tapping your clit with the leaking tip. he slowly pushes in, and watches your face for any discomfort. your head turns and sinks into the pillow, neck exposed instinctively.

“shit you’re tight, pretty girl. you okay?”

you keen loudly in response, gripping the sheets tighter. without your patches katsuki can smell the unfiltered pheromones of your heat heavy in the air.

he lifts one of your legs and grips your thigh as he starts to move. his alpha howls internally while katsuki tries his best to stay in control.

“more, alpha,” you moan and grasp his shoulders, pulling him down to nose at his scent gland. “harder.”

katsuki growls lowly and thrusts harder as he feels you nip his scent gland. he rubs at your clit while thrusting and takes pride in the pornographic moans you let out near his ear.

“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, katsuki’s dick driving you up the wall insane.

“you want me to cum inside, pretty girl?” he groans, thrusting faster. “you want me to make a mess in those pretty walls of yours?”

you nod emphatically, blinking tearily up at him. “knot?”

“not today, pretty girl,” he sighs, wiping your tears before kissing you.

“mate?” you murmur against his lips.

“someday.”

you whine softly into the kiss and gasp when the combination of his thrusts and him rubbing your clit starts to send you over the edge. you cum with a choked off shout, wrapping your thigh around katsuki’s waist to pull him deeper. “knot!”

katsuki manages to pry your leg off and pull out, spreading your legs open to watch your hole drool and spasm around nothing. you howl miserably, reaching out for him. katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the hint of distressed omega and lets you hold him in a tight hug, rumbling and kissing your cheeks to soothe you until your scent sweetens up again.

“feeling better?”

you nod and hold him tighter, purring into his neck.

“you wanna cuddle for a bit or do you wanna take a nap?”

you look up at him. “alpha didn’t finish?”

“i’m fine, pretty girl, don’t worry,” he coos.

you pout but lay back down on the blanket, shutting your eyes.

katsuki kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed to get a washrag from the bathroom to clean you up. the whole time you’re purring happily, watching him through heavy eyes.

“pretty,” you slur when he kisses your nose. “you’re very pretty, katsuki.”

“if i’m pretty then you’re stunning, tiny,” he chuckles, tossing the rag into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. “sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

your eyes start to close as you rest against katsuki’s chest. “night alpha.”

katsuki kisses your hairline before carefully climbing out of your bed and picking up his boxers. he pads out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and wrapping his fist around his dick. he groans to himself as he thinks back to you asleep in your nest, blissed out from him fucking you. he jerks himself off to the thought of you beneath him and cums into a wadded up tissue with a gasp before cleaning himself up. ‘shit.’

you’re still asleep by the time he returns in his boxers, snoring quietly in your nest. happy omega pheromones and the lingering smell of sex wafting through the air.

katsuki climbs into your nest beside you and rests his head on top of yours. he lets out a soft rumble before falling asleep, planning to wake up later and make something to eat.

the first two days you’re easy to keep happy. katsuki buries his face, and his dick, in you everytime you ask. you snuggle in the nest, only leaving to use the bathroom or eat but then it’s right back to cuddling. although the last couple of hours, katsuki seems to be a little more clingy, always right behind you unless you’re in the bathroom, then he waited outside.

you and your omega don’t mind it. you like it actually. you sit in your nest nibbling on your snacks while he cuddles you.

on the third day however, you wake up hot and bothered. squirming in bed and pushing your fingers into your sopping pussy. katsuki hears your wails from the kitchen, turning off the stove and setting the pan of eggs aside to rush to the bedroom.

“pretty girl are you—holy shit…” he growls, taking in your saturated scent and closing the door behind him. “you smell good enough to eat.”

you whine and pull out your fingers, irritated because it doesn’t help. “alpha, it hurts.”

katsuki feels his alpha take control as he walks over to you, shedding his sweatpants. “don’t worry, omega. i’ll make you feel better,” he growls lowly.

you lay on your stomach and raise your hips up, presenting to him. you reach under you and rub your fingers along your slit, spreading your lips with your fingers. “alpha. breed me, please.”

“i’d love to pretty girl,” katsuki groans, climbing into your nest and rubbing your clit a couple of times before pushing in. his eyes darken as he looks at your swollen scent gland. he leans forward and licks it fervently, occasionally nipping it and basking in the scent. ‘fuck, she’s mine. mate, mate, mate.’

you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. katsuki’s smokey caramel scent bleeds into the air, the undertone of rut present. “oh fuck! you smell so good, katsuki.”

“so do you, pretty girl. god, your scent drives me crazy,” he growls, thrusting faster. katsuki places a hand on the back of your neck and grins when he sees your nails practically rip the sheets. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”

his blunt nails dig into the globe of your ass, holding you in place so he can listen to the lewd, squelch of your cunt as he slips in and out of you.

it’s so different, better, than a beta’s dick. having just the right amount of thickness and length to fill and satisfy you.

long strands of your slick cling to his cock, dripping down his shaft and balls with every withdrawal. 

“‘suki—!” your cry is hoarse and needy as you claw at your sheets, drooling and crying into them. hips drawing back and forth clumsily to meet his loud, wet thrusts.

katsuki grips your ass as his head hangs over your shoulder. he feels his incisors grow as he lets out a growl and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, just far enough from your scent gland.

you moan loudly, hissing at the pain. you rock your hips back and feel your eyes roll back as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”

katsuki rumbles in approval and pulls his teeth out, the tips of his fangs tinted red. “cum for me, my pretty little omega,” he grunts, rubbing your clit faster.

you sob and reach back to hold his arm, digging your nails into the inner skin. katsuki’s knot swells up, catching on your sore rim with every withdrawal. when it finally presses in, flushing his hips flat on your ass, you cum, kicking your feet and mewling loudly. katsuki groans low in his throat at the feeling of your insides squeezing his dick and knot. his abs tighten and flex, snarling when his balls pump hot cum into you. your omega purrs happily at the feeling of getting filled by a real alpha knot, your scent spiking with content.

katsuki grunts softly and rests his head near the bite mark he left on you, panting while kissing it.

you tilt your neck and let out a happy purr as he softly praises you.

your cunt flutters at his words, drooling more slick around his knot and down your thighs. katsuki rolls his hips forward, nudging his dick and knot deeper. you smile into your sheets, knowing you’re far from done. for the next two days both of you barely leave the nest, sucking and fucking at all times of the day and night. katsuki leaves numerous bite marks on your shoulders, tummy and thighs, purposefully ignoring your scent gland.

by the end of your heat, and his triggered rut, you’re spent. too tired and drained to move.

you get a complaint from one of your neighbours but katsuki’s growls and protective scent scares them off.

“i might have to take a few extra days off,” you mutter and roll over in bed. “my neck hurts…”

“sorry,” he chuckles and pulls on his boxers. “what do you wanna eat?”

you sigh blissfully and look at his own bite marks and hickeys. “hot cocoa and marshmallows.”

“that’s not breakfast.”

“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”

“you want any toppings?”

“chocolate chips.”

“you don't need all that sugar,” he snickers.

“please?” you whine, looking up at him.

“stop using those puppy dog eyes on me. fine.”

“yay,” you chirp as he kisses your forehead.

mina comes back the following monday and immediately covers her nose at the smell of both yours and katsuki’s cycles. “well, at least i'm not the only one who had fun,” she snickers, dragging her suitcase inside.

your bedroom door opens and a head of cropped blond hair peeks out to inspect who’s ‘invading’ the space.

“hi katsuki.”

“pinky,” he acknowledges and goes back inside, shutting the door.

“mina’s back?” you yawn, sitting up from the bed and stretching. 

“yeah. i’m gonna go get some water. i’ll be back.”

you nod and let out a happy purr as he kisses your nose and lips. ‘my alpha.’

your back barely touches the bed when mina barges in, pushing katsuki out of the doorway. “it reeks in this whole apartment.”

“mina!” you cheer tiredly and open your arms for hugs. “i missed you!”

katsuki growls at mina as she rushes you and squeezes you tightly while scenting you. ‘now i have to re-scent her.’

“i missed you too!”

katsuki rolls his eyes and watches the two of you chat before he gets his water.

once katsuki leaves the room, mina asks you to spill the tea. “how was it? is he big? did he claim you? oh my god that's a lot of bite marks.”

“amazing, yes, no, and you should see the ones i left on him.” you swoon dreamily. “it was great. i don’t think i’ve ever had a heat this good.”

“since it went so well, you should ask him to spend all your heats with you,” mina grins.

you pick up your new pegasus squishmallow and squeal into it. “noooo, i’m shy.”

“he brought you gifts and he was here for this heat and your last one. he really likes you and an alpha wouldn't do this unless he wanted you to be their girlfriend.”

“you think so?”

mina nods eagerly and gives you one more hug. “it never hurts to just ask, bestie.”

katsuki knocks on the door. “breakfast is ready.”

“ooh yum,” mina smiles.

“not for you, pinky.”

“boo.”

after breakfast, you ask the dreaded question, your stomach in knots.

“can i ask you something?” you say to katsuki as he puts down a mug of hot cocoa in front of you.

“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”

you look down and see the pink and white gooey treats floating in the brown liquid. “yum, but that’s not it.”

he sits across from you, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward to listen.

“would you want to spend the rest of my heats with me? you're an amazing alpha and this one was better than any other heat i’ve had and i’d really love to do this again…and spend time together maybe outside of my heats too...”you mumble shyly.

“i’d love to, pretty girl, just on one condition.”

“yeah?”

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you freeze up, staring at his face. your mouth dropped for a quiet, “ah.”

“y/n?” katsuki questions. “are you okay?”

mina stands behind you, excited grin on her face. “she accepts.”

“y/n, you okay?” katsuki chuckles, softly waving his hand in your face. he walks around the counter, cups your cheek, and looks down at you, snapping you out of your trance. “there she is. welcome back, pretty girl.”

you purr softly and melt a little in his hold. “i’d love to,” you smile, pulling him in for a hug and scenting him.

katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.

“aww,” mina coos. “i told you it’ll be fine.”

“mina, go away,” you huff in embarrassment.

“i'm just happy for you, bestie,” she giggles.

the next few months with katsuki have been the best relationship you’ve had in a long time. you’ve never felt so loved and special.

“so you’re off tomorrow?” katsuki smiles at his phone as he sees you in your lab coat with a stethoscope around your neck.

you put a file down on the desk. “yup. why, you got something planned?”

“i was hoping you could come to the new club. it's opening night tonight and i’d love to have my pretty girl by my side.”

“aww,” you swoon. “that’s so sweet. i’d love to. just send me the address and i’ll be there. now i just have to find something to wear,” you think wistfully.

“you look good in anything and nothing,” he chuckles.

“katsuki!” you gasp. 

“it’s true. you’ll look good in anything. i’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“okay.”

“talk to you later, y/n.”

“bye alpha,” you giggle. before you hang up, a nurse peeks her head in.

“l/n, you have one more patient.”

you put your phone aside so katsuki can see your face. “bring them in.”

she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.

“a baby!” you coo, your scent turning sweeter. “aw look at the baby!”

katsuki silently watches as you hold the baby, fawning over it and smiling when they hold onto one of your fingers.

“let’s get you checked out, cutie,” you smile at the little boy. “i’ll call you later katsuki.”

he waves and hangs up.

you sit the baby on the little bed, looking up when his mother comes in. “hello, ma’am. what seems to be wrong with this little cutie,” you smile, booping his nose.

*

you step out of the bathroom and show off your outfit. “okay, how’s this one?”

camie cringes at the black sequin shirt. “no.”

“what? but i like this one,” you pout.

“bestie, this is opening night of your boyfriend’s new club! you gotta look stunning if you're gonna be by his side for the majority of the night!”

“camie’s right,” mina says while looking through your closet. “ooh, what about this?!” she gasps, pulling a two piece pink outfit.

“ohemgee, yesss, wear this!” camie squeals as mina hands it to you. “also, burn that black shirt.”

“but i like this…”

she shakes her head. “no.”

you scoff and go back into the bathroom to change, fixing your braids and makeup before stepping out. “okay, i like this one better.”

you adjust the skirt a little and do a little spin.

“so?”

“my bestie looks so cute! katsuki won’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight,” mina giggles.

“you think so? is my stomach showing too much?” you touch the soft pudge peeking over the waistband.

“if you can still walk by tomorrow, katsuki missed his chance,” camie snickers.

camie leads you and mina out of your apartment into the waiting uber, taking a million pictures.

you nervously play with your faux locs, hoping katsuki likes your outfit. it’s not as glamorous as the girls he’s used to but you feel pretty in it so that’s all that matters.

there’s already a line of people when the uber pulls up, muffled music blasting inside.

“ugh, a line?” camie scoffs. “no fucking way.”

“hold on, katsuki gave me a code to show the bouncer.” you rummage through your phone and open the texts for the qr code. nervously you walk up to the scary, beefy bouncer. “um, hi. i’m with bakugou.”

he squints at you.

“i have a code i’m supposed to show you?” you hold up the phone. the bouncer takes out a small scanning device and holds it to your phone until the light turns green.

“enjoy,” he rasps and steps aside to let you and the girls through the door.

“oooh, vip,” camie giggles. “can we get some of those?”

“i’ll ask,” you laugh and smooth down your neck patch. “he said to go upstairs to the vip section and he’ll be there.”

“perks of a club owning boyfie,” mina giggles.you walk up the glass steps with the girls, passing by a few empty booths. katsuki is standing by the railing talking to some employees, looking frustrated as ever.

you wave at mina and camie as they meet with their boyfriends, walking up to katsuki and gently touching his arm. 

you look up at him when he jerks away and lets out a low growl before stopping when he picks up your underlying scent.

“pretty girl?”

“hi, alpha,” you chirp and let him kiss your cheek. “ew, suki, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

“you don’t need it. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he holds your hand up and slowly spins you around.

“thank you~” you smile shyly.

katsuki brushes the employees off and focuses on you, touching one of your scent patches. “do you have to wear these?”

“by law, suki, i have to.”

“fuck the law.”

“katsuki!”

“just take them off, it’s fine up here. i won’t tell on you,” he teases.

you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”

“you can put them back on when we're leaving.”

“okay,” you hum, slowly peeling off the scent patch and squealing when katsuki kisses your scent gland and rests his face on your neck.

‘mine.’

“get a room!” eijirou playfully shouts from the booth across from yours.

“you two were practically fucking when she went to komori the first time! shut up!” katsuki growls and pulls you into the booth to sit next to him.

“the club looks good,” you compliment. “i like the quieter booth idea.”

“it seemed like a good idea since i couldn't hear you last time.”

you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.

“we should totally do shots!” camie cheers, hanging off inasa who chuckles and holds her waist.

mina giggles and waves the waitress over for a round of tequila shots and other drinks. katsuki orders a virgin mojito with mango syrup for you, refusing to drink since he was driving.

“aw, you remembered!” you hum, rubbing your cheek in his arm. 

‘course i did. wouldn't forget a damn thing about you.’ “got a whole non-alcoholic section of the menu for you.”

“awww,” you swoon and put your hands on your chest. “that’s so sweet!”

katsuki kisses your cheek and rumbles softly. camie takes a few sneaky pictures of both of you, fawning over how cute you both are.

“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”

you look over and notice a drink with strawberry and lemonade called ‘the pretty girl’. “katsuki, what’s this?”

“it's one of the new drinks. most of the drink menu is the same from komori but this one’s new. named it after you,” katsuki says low enough for only you to hear.

his deep voice reverberates through you as he kisses your temple. he chuckles softly as you fan your eyes, trying not to cry.

“katsuki,” you whine. “that’s beautiful. stop being so charming before i cry and ruin my makeup.”

“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.

you spend time with him and giggle when he rubs your side.

three more people make their way into the lounge and eijirou cheers at their arrival. “hey! you guys made it!”

you look up from your drink and gasp at a familiar head of green hair. “katsuki, that’s deku!” you repeatedly tap katsuki’s arm.

“i know.”

“what is he doing here?!”

“we grew up together. he got invited.”

“you know deku?!”

katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”

“i’m kind of a fan,” you admit and glance at izuku. “oh god he’s looking at me!” you silently squeal.

“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles. 

izuku makes his way over with his signature smile. “hi kacchan. who’s this?”

you sit up straighter, scent turning excited. “hi deku. i’m y/n. i’m such a huge fan. i follow you on instagram and i love your work.”

“thank you!” he grins back, always happy to meet a fan. “nice to meet you, you can just call me izuku.” he holds his hand out for you to shake.

you shake it, internally screaming. katsuki chuffs and puts his arm on your waist. “she’s my omega, deku.”

“really? i'm glad you found someone that can handle you,” he chuckles.

“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.

“don't worry. besides, you know i’m with shoto.”

“uh huh.”

you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours. 

izuku gives you a gentle smile before walking over to a booth of his own, later joined by a man with red and white hair, split down the middle.

“holy shit, i just met deku!” you gasp to katsuki, smiling wide. 

“he’s not that great,” katsuki grumbles.

“he’s so cool! but alpha’s better,” you hum, as katsuki grins softly. 

“damn right i am.” he presses his lips against yours, hands on your thigh dipping under your skirt.

“suki!” you gasp into the kiss as he squeezes your inner thigh. “w-wait, i have to pee.”

“tch, fine. hurry back.”

you drop your purse in his lap and quickly exit the booth, descending the steps. you get bumped by a few people but finally make it to the bathroom, sighing at the scent free air. after checking your makeup in the mirror and washing your hand, you step out but bump into someone walking by.

“oops, i'm sorry,” you smile before looking up at them. “oh, it’s you.”

shindo looks down at who bumped into him before a cheshire grin crosses his face. “well, well, we meet again sweetheart.”

“i didn't expect to see you here. it’s been a while, nice to see you again. shindo, right?”

“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”

“i’m just here to support katsuki,” you chime.

he hums, pushing his dark hair back. “yeah, i see the pictures on his page. cute.”

you smile again. “thank you.”

he takes a step forward towards you. odd.

“you smell really good,” he compliments.

“uh, thank you?” you mumble, walking around him. “well, it was nice seeing you.”

you stiffen when you feel shindo grasp your wrist. “where you going? we’re hanging out.”

the action makes the gland on his wrist rub against your skin, covering your hand in his sandalwood scent. your omega panics at the action of someone scenting you without permission.

“no, we’re not. let go of me,” you whimper, tugging at his wrist before rushing back towards the glass steps once you get free, holding your wrist to your chest. 

you sit down in a daze, not realising you’ve sat next to eijirou instead of at yours and katsuki’s booth.

“hey, y/n. woah, are you okay? you smell terrified.”

“i…” you mumble and touch your wrist. “someone scented me without permission.”

“scented you?” eijirou repeats.

mina overhears and practically climbs over eijirou to get to you. “what?! who scented you?”

katsuki walks over when he sees you sitting with them. “hey, why—what happened?” he growls, noticing your distressed scent.

you look up at katsuki and reach for him, unshed tears pricking your lash line. “alpha,” you sniffle.

he sits next to you, cupping your face. “shh, it’s okay. what happened?”

you wordlessly hold up the wrist shindo scented to his face. katsuki looks at you before growling loudly when he smells your scent mixed with shindo’s.“that bastard!”

eijirou holds his nose when katsuki’s scent spikes. “dude, relax.”

izuku, more familiar with katsuki’s scents, puts his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “kacchan, calm down.”

“that bastard touched my omega. he fuckin’ scented her without her consent! he needs to fucking know not to touch what’s mine,” he growls.

camie tries to calm you down, rubbing her wrist on yours to drown out shindos sharp scent. 

mina hugs you close as you whimper softly. katsuki grumbles to himself and storms out of the vip area. 

“where’s he going?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with a tissue.

“hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid,” izuku sighs. “i should go after him.”

you watch izuku follow katsuki, taking off your loose lash. “ugh, i don’t have any glue…”

“just take off the other bestie. you still look cute,” camie smiles, letting out a soothing pheromone.

“thanks, you guys.”

“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.

“i was leaving the bathroom and i bumped into him and it was whatever, then he started complimenting me and i felt a little uncomfortable. i tried going back up the stairs and he grabbed my wrist and scented me,” you explain.

“he looked so nice in his pictures. who knew he was such an ass,” camie pouts. “boo.”

katsuki descends the stairs, his eyes darting through the crowd until he sees shindo sitting at the bar, nonchalantly drinking a whiskey with thyme. he marches his way through the crowd and tugs the brunet back by his collar, spinning shindo and swinging his fist across his face.

a few people gasp at the sight, pausing their dancing.

“woah, man, what’s your problem?” shindo asks, cupping his aching jaw.

“you know damn well what you did! how fuckin’ dare you scent my omega!” katsuki seethes.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“you’re a goddamn liar and a fucking piece of shit!”

shindo glares at katsuki, still cupping his jaw before swinging at katsuki, growling when he misses.

a crowd surrounds the two, causing a commotion while some people chant, ‘fight fight fight!’

you pull away from your friends to peek over the railing at the commotion, gasping when you see katsuki and shindo fighting. “can someone stop them before katsuki gets hurt? where’s deku?”

you let out a distressed whine, watching the brawl. izuku places a hand on katsuki’s shoulder, making katsuki stop swinging as shindo lays bruised and battered on the tiled floor.

he looks up at you then back at shindo and scowls. “you’re fuckin’ lucky you’re not dead,” he growls before walking off, making his way towards you.

you look up at him, subtly releasing calming pheromones underneath your scared scent.

“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”

you scan katsuki for any injuries and whimper when you see his bruised knuckles, the skin on his index finger a little scratched up. “you should get this cleaned up.”

camie soaks a tissue in one of her tequila shots and uses it to wipe katsuki’s scratch. he winces slightly and starts to growl.

“oh relax, ya big baby,” camie scoffs.

“you try putting pure alcohol onto your wounds then tell me how you feel,” he grumbles.

camie rolls her eyes. “you’re welcome.”

“alpha?” you call out, rubbing the back of his uninjured hand. “are you sure you’re okay? we can leave if you want.”

“i’m fine, pretty girl. nothing i can’t handle. let's just enjoy the rest of our night. you still haven’t tried your namesake.”

“but you’re hurt. and what if shindo tries to beat you up again?”

katsuki scoffs. “he’s been kicked out, don’t worry about it.”

“if you say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay. we can go home and i can treat your wound properly.”

katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.

“we can play doctor another time,” he whispers in your ear, grinning to himself when you look down at your lap and feel your face start to burn.

“katsuki! you're so bold!”

“only for you, pretty girl.”

you let out a soft purr as he scoots closer to you. “you’re so annoying…”

“but you like me when i’m annoying,” he chuckles and stands back up. “i have to go talk to my employees. stay here and stay cute.”

“okay,” you chirp, watching him descend the stairs. while hanging out with the girls and katsuki’s friends, you bond with hanta and shoto, giggling at hanta’s jokes and explaining a couple to shoto.

a waitress comes up the stairs and places a drink in front of you. “one drink for you miss,” she  smiles politely.

“oh, i didn’t order this,” you mumble.

“courtesy of the boss. it’s the pretty girl.”

“ooh,” you chirp happily and pick it up, waving the dry ice cloud away. “it looks so good, thank you.”

“wait!” camie squawks and holds up her phone, taking a quick picture of it. “totally mood board inspo.”

“it’s so pretty,” mina awes. “what’s it taste like?”

you take a quick sip and snack your lips together. “like a spicy strawberry. it’s pretty good.”

“ooh, can i get one?!” mina asks. “was her’s virgin?”

“yes. i can get the bartender to add vodka and tequila if you want,” the waitress says.

“i’ll have that.”

“me too!” camie giggles.

you happily sip your drink as shoto stares at it. “something on your mind?”

“how did you get katsuki to act so docile around you?” he mutters. “is the drink really that good?”

you nod and ask the lady to bring two more so you can get one for shoto. “docile?”

hanta leans over to talk to you. “no offense but he’s crazy. i don’t think i’ve ever seen him calm when he’s not asleep.”

“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.

“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.

“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.

“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.” 

“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.

you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”

shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”

you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”

he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”

“aww,” you and the girls swoon.

izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”

“nothing!”

“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.

“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”

“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.

“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.

you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.

“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases

“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.

“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.

your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”

mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”

“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’

katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.

he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”

the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.

once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you. 

“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.

“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”

a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.

“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.

“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.

katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”

“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”

he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”

“maybe later?”

“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.

after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.

“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”

“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.

“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”

“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.

“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”

“cuddles? i like cuddles…”

“i know, mimi.”

outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”

“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”

“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.

he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.

you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.

“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”

“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.

you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.

“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”

“oh~?” 

“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”

“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff  here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”

“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”

“alright.”

over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.

curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’

did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.

you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.

the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.

you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.

“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?

“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”

‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’

“it’s fine, don't worry.”

“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”

“it’s a long story.”

you clap softly. “ooh, story.”

he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”

“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”

“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”

“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”

‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’

“can’t remember.” he shrugs.

“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”

“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.

“but they’re so comfy.”

“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”

“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”

“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.” you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.

he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”

“please?”

“pretty girl…”

“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”

“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”

“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”

“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”

“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”

“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.

“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”

he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”

“doctor,” you correct.

“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”

“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”

“yes doctor,” he teases.

after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .

you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.

“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”

“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.

you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”

“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly. 

both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.

katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.

katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”

you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.

[ouch-thats-harsh]

Cupid -> bakugou x reader

Warning: is kinda angsty, nothing other than that also sorry if the reader seems heartless somewhere

Can Bakugou Katsuki fall in love?

Can cupid fall in love?

Cupid's arrow, some liked it, gave them butterflies and heart eyes

Some didn't, their hearts ached uncontrollablely

That's why, some resented you and some awaited your arrival

But can cupid's heart ache?

You simply wanted to shoot your arrow at this boy, he always resisted, always focused on his ambition

You couldn't help but grow curious, stick around trying to make him fall

You thought you did it when he "fell" for mirko

He shook it off so easily, were you growing weak?

You shot him so many times with your heart shaped arrows, you stuck around more,thought of him more, to the point it felt like he could see you

He could

Atleast little glimpses of this ethereal being, shinning skin, beautiful eyes, the way your hand gently held the bow, its arch looked like your upperlip

Everytime he got a glimpse, he would try to find something new in you even if it was subconsciously

You occupied his thoughts, made him yearn for your arrival, it didn't even take an arrow for this to happen

He resented you, he resisted you, he was angry and lost all his control being furious at you but then he gave in

Now his heart ached, heartbroken eyes and he had no clue of a cure

You knew what you had accidentally done

This had no possible remedy

Was he to aimlessly search for the cure, your lips?

Was it even possible?

Your hands felt heavy, your heart felt heavy, was it guilt ?

You knew he could feel your presence, he followed you like a fool, broken by your spell

Then You revealed yourself

Two years

He ached for a year and you stuck around for two thinking he could shake it off this time too

He fell on his knees on the roof of his house

"Why?" He sounded so tired

"I can't, katsuki" you sounded tired too

The way his name came from your lips, the same lips he wished he could kiss, brought the dull ache back, now it stung

How could you be so cruel?

"I can't love you, I'm not supposed too" you reasoned

"But you do, right? Why are you lying to yourself?" His anger started seeping through, it was him heart broken. You knew what he said was true, you knew that

"That's why i have to stop it, love" you said kneeling in front of him

You reached out and tried to hold him, he didn't resist

He held onto you

Your skin had the warmth of the sun, it was blinding how beautiful you were, gods thought he wouldn't fall for anyone and now they pitied him

You held his face, "I'm sorry"

Your eyes, now he could see them clearly, they looked like the ocean, so vast and clear, his own reflection felt divine in them

You inched closer, "forgive me"

His lips moved to yours in a welcome, finally feeling content

His body felt light after so long

Flutters in the pit of his stomach

No more aching

You seperated from him tears rolling from your eyes, "forgive me, katsuki"

He simply smiled

"I have nothing to forgive you for anymore" he said with a small defeated smile and his eyes closed with exhaustion

He won't remember you anymore and you won't let him

You left him alone on that roof, never to return

He woke up the next day and day after that, not a single memory of you

You were aching now

How could you be so cruel?

A/n : well hello, i wanted to post for so long, anyways this is heavily inspired by cupid, jack stauber

Reblogs are very much appreciated, stay safe and well cupids<33