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ectologia · 4 months
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♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒫𝒰𝒮𝒮𝒴 𝐸𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊
𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ cunnilingus ノ fingering ノ profanity
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Katsuki loves it. He’ll take you in any position available, backwards, forwards, upside down, right side up, from the back. He doesn’t care as long as he’s getting a mouth full of his baby’s muff.
He asks you to tease him, pull away and circle your hips in the air while his tongue slithers out of his mouth like a serpent, just barely brushing the outline of your juicy slit. Blunt nails tear at your legs and ankles, tugging you this way and that way, dragging you through the valley of his bedsheets to suck your pussy into the concave of his mouth as you try to escape his voracious appetite.
His tongue quickly probes your outer lips for access, slicing through your folds with a stiffened peak while jabbing at the crease of your hood throughout it’s endeavour.
Two fingers follow the outline of your spread open cunt to meet your clit, already puffy and twitching and flinching beneath the calloused pads he uses to squeeze at the sensitive bead.
“Ouch, ‘suki! Not so hard.” You scold, shooing the invasive digits away while he inspects the ring of slick pooling above your urethra.
He grumbles a gruff snarl, knitting his brows at the pair of smaller hands flapping below his nose. He dismisses your squirms in favour of suctioning your soft mound into his mouth, practically eating away at the folds before releasing you with a drawn out groan, swishing his head side to side as if he were a predator ripping flesh from bone.
He loves the little sigh you do when he does that, so breathy and elongated as you battle between the choices of doubling over to hug his head or falling back against the cloud of pillows propped beneath you. You choose the latter, practically collapsing against the mattress, your back bending and arching like a willow tree as he teethes on your sex, smacking his jaw over your pert little clit.
A pair of knuckles pump themselves past the first ring of taught muscle guarding your pussy hole, popping in and out with a wet click as he massages the tender spot nestled right against your bladder.
“Oh, not there..” You mewl, fearing the inevitable.
Katsuki hums, thumbing the crest of your labia. “Yeah baby, right there?” He punctuates his sentence with a curt flick to your G—Spot, tapping the tiny groove with the hard edge of his forefingers.
You squeal at the sensation before the tip of his nose bumps the chub of your slit once again, prickling your hair and bouncing you on the balls of your toes, lurching off of his big shoulders as his tongue laps against your cunny.
“Stay still.” This time it’s his turn to scold you, pinching your swollen sensitive pussy lips closed until you fall limp once again. “I’m tryna’ clean this sloppy little pussy up.”
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imagination-mess · 1 year
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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Bakugou Katsuki Edition)
*Implied the Reader is on the heavier side. You can leave it up to your own interpretation of it. *
There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It was juicy gossip and pure drama. There are two groups separated from one another. There is always shit hitting the fan.
This week's episode was Pro Hero Dynamight making headlines and fans tweeting on Twitter as the episode was aired. It was
The official account of Pro Hero Dynamight has liked fan edits of his wife with the SWING SWING SWING Audio.
#thegirlsarefighting #season2ofproheroeswives
DynaFan0123 tweeted Not Rika, the fashion designer trying to body shame [Name] during the pool challenge to only get humbled later. EMBARRASSING *Meme attached to tweet*
Earjackfan#01: [Name] left no crumbles behind.
It was clips of Pro Hero Dynamight's wife in a swimsuit swiping the floor of another Pro Hero wife, Rika. It was a battle stick challenge of trying to knock your opponent while standing on a pillar. It gets harder to not slip while wet. There are 3 rounds with a cycle of a fight.
Rika was knocked out of the pillar shamelessly and didn't even last a minute with you. It was embarrassing compared to everyone else who was doing it minimum lasted 3 minutes. You let her swing at you and fake out of falling off to only get smacked harshly to lose balance. It was the look in your eyes that were too similar grin of your husband across your face. She had no chance of winning because you didn't even give her a chance to do after the first round.
The other challenge was to feature the spiciest sauces across the nation. You were chosen for your team because of your relationship with Dynamight. The pro hero has his own restaurant being the number one spot for having the hottest, spiciest dishes that left the food critic having to buy a gallon of milk. He had also released his own line of the spiciest hottest sauces earlier this year.
Rika was again your opponent who was trying to redeem themselves after embarrassing themselves to only do it again. She challenges you to take on the spiciest sauce of wings to handle with grace. She couldn't handle it. She was dying, turning like a tomato, and coughing.
It had become a meme throughout the internet. Rika's reaction to the wings. You serve her a cup of milk with a smile, "Too spicy for you?"
You also mentioned one of Dynamight's sauces, "Crybaby is better than this." "Crybaby Sauce is better than this. It's spicy, but not spicy enough for me. I
You accidentally caused a trend to happen while making the restaurant blow up in popularity. People want to buy that certain sauce to try it themselves.
OfficalChargebolt tweeted: Rika was doomed from the beginning. [Name] is married to a man with a tongue of steel. *Attaches the classic meme of Pro Hero Dynamight's unbothered face next to Pro Hero Shoto and Deku is struggling to handle the spiciest.*
*Attaches another one of the unsatisfied faces of Pro Hero Dynamight with subtitles on, "I am disappointed." meanwhile in the background Pro Hero Deku is having a coughing fit on the ground, and Pro Hero Shoto chugging down a gallon of milk*
OfficalDynamight tweets underneath a thread of a meme, mentioning Crybaby is better the following: *attached link to crybaby sauce.* Leave me alone.
Pro Hero Deku Edition
Pro Hero Shoto Edition
Pro Hero Red Riot Edition
Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition
Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition
Pro Hero Mindjack Edition
Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes
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katsukisssstorm · 10 months
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Bakugou x black reader
18+ MDNI!
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thinkin bout big, buff katsuki and how skilled he is with his fingers that his chubby bimbo gf is gushing around his fingers within minutes.
katsuki would bring his hand up and waves it around in your face, showing you just how sticky his fingers are as he tease you "tch, such a dirty slut" but that doesn't stop him from slipping his fingers back into your gummy walls just to see you make a mess on his fingers again.
big, buff katsuki who pushes your legs into a mating press and bullies his fat cock through your walls, ignoring your whines about how he's too big and he wont fit because he'll make it fit... he always does.
big buff katsuki who kisses away your tears, praising you for how good your doing and how proud he is for taking his entire length into your warm slick walls.
his red eyes are glued to where your bodies connect, watching as he disappears as your walls swallow him, a white ring forming around the base of his cock as he fucks your cum back into you
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celabi · 1 year
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Fem!reader.
To say 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 was mad was an understatement, because he was fucking fuming. His rough and scarred hands clawing at anything they could grab on to, with the unfortunate victim being the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on, well— half sitting on, considering the fact that his body, trembling in rage, was hunched so far forward that it looked like he would slip off at any second.
Kaminari— who was seated beside him (albeit further away then usual) decided he wouldn’t make a snide comment on this one, like he normally would, because he knew the moment he’d open up his big mouth, his head would no longer be attached to the neck. So he fought against his urges to tease the hot head and just mind his own business, though occasionally throwing him glances to make sure that he would not become Bakugou’s next victim when the armrest gets boring to scratch at.
‘I’ll kill that bastard, I’ll really kill him this time!’ The ash blond screams in his head, his fierce, red eyes locked onto one thing and one thing only— you. You looked so pretty in your casual clothes, better then the ugly fucking gym clothes you’d choose to wear when training, because the design of them does you no justice. But these clothes do. It’s cold today, so he’s at least glad you decided to be smart for once and wear a long sleeved shirt to stay relatively warm.
Though it’s not your choice of clothing Bakugou should be focused on right now, but the damn stupid extra, cluelessly standing right in front of you, and although you don’t seem to mind the closeness of their presence, It’s way too close for Bakugou’s liking, because in his opinion, you should communicate with anyone at least three feet away. But alas, he doesn’t own you and you have free will to say and do whatever you please. Though sometimes he wished you wouldn’t, not when the person you’re talking with is him.
Stupid, fucking, Deku.
Stupid fucking Deku who smiles at you so sweetly— a hand on your shoulder while you both converse about hero society and whatnot. Boring stuff that Bakugou couldn’t give a shit about, which is exactly why he shooed you off with a ‘leave me alone’ and left to take a seat when you tried to get him immersed into the conversation. Though now— if he knew how your attention would be solely onto the damn nerd, smiling and looking at him like he hung the stars and more— he would have put up with it and kept guard.
Is he jealous? No, Bakugou doesn’t get jealous. He gets angry. And when he gets angry, he takes it out on anything and anyone. So— with the already little patience he had, had finally dried up, he wastes not time in shooting up from the couch and stalking over towards the both of you, ignoring Kaminari’s exaggerated, loud exhale of relief when he leaves.
He successfully makes his presence known— either from his heavy booted footsteps thumping across the hardwood floor in your direction, or how he’s already shouting loud profanities at the top of his lungs, directed to the poor green head nerd he’s been violently eying for the past minute. “Damn Deku! Get your grubby hands offa’ her!” There’s not a hint remorse laced in his tone, a sign that he’s not messing around.
Izuku quickly does as he’s told, throwing his hands up in front of his face defensively, praying to god that he didn’t anger the boy even more the he already is, when he unconsciously lets out a small, pathetic ‘eek—!’ in surprise. “K-kaachan! What’s wrong?! What did I do?!” He stutters out, mentally passing out when his arms are swatted away and his shirt collar is roughly being pulled upwards, his tips of his feet just barely kissing the ground.
“What do you think you did, ya damn loser!” He carelessly shakes the poor, smaller boy around in air— excavating multiple scared squeaks from him in to process. And when you start to see vibrant, red sparks emit from the blond haired boys hand, you decide to finally step in and break them up.
“Katsuki, quit it. Leave Izuku alone, he didn’t do whatever you’re mad about.” He turns his head towards you, his previously narrowed eyes slightly softening when they land on your face. And although you’re staring at him in annoyance— he still thinks you look as beautiful as you did the day he met you, all while unconsciously letting his hand loosen and dropping Midoriya from his grip, letting him fall ass first on the floor.
“You’re on first name basis with this guy? When did you get so close with him?” He asks, mentally cursing himself by how much softer his voice sounds when it’s directed towards you. You blink once, then twice, making his eyes twitch when you blink a third time. “God, don’t look at me like that!” He tries to ignore the way his face starts to feel hotter, but he’s sure his ears are bright red.
“Why… do you care, who I’m friends with, or who I’m close to?” You slowly question— sending Midoriya an apologetic, tilted smile when he cautiously waves you off and quietly crawls away from the now awkward situation he found himself in. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I can bond with whoever I want to. But since you asked, Izuku and I grew close when I helped him confess to his feelings Ochako.”
Now it’s his turn to blink in confusion, staring at you like you grew a second head. “You mean, those two idiots are… dating?” You nod, a teasing smile slowly etching across your face at his baffled expression. “And you don’t have feelings for him… do you?” You once again, nod, making Bakugou let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Why do you wanna know? You jealous or something? Ohh, I see. You like me, don’t you.” Except your teasing words don’t receive the reaction you were expecting. Usually when teased about his feelings, Bakugou would blow up and threaten your life, but this time, his voice his just above a whisper as he embarrassedly looks off to the side.
“Yeah… maybe i do. So what?”
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pastelbakugou · 6 months
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What's My Name?: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
18+ content, minors DNI. Part 2 is finally here, yay! You don't need to read the first part, but this story will make more sense if you do. This is just a reminder that Katsuki is written as an 18-year-old third year here.
Part 1: Here
Part 2: You are here
Part 3: Here
Trigger Warning ⚠️ Smut Ahead! description of masturbation, cussing, the reader here is described as fem-presenting with breasts and clit, lots of titty sucking, Katsuki spanks you twice, hickies, reader gives Katsuki a blow job, Katsuki gets a nosebleed, Suki bites you once, All characters are aged up to 18+ Please let me know if I missed any!
Bakugou was incredibly quiet for the rest of the day. After the school day ended, he showered, ate dinner, and called in an early evening, retiring himself to his room. You were a bit surprised by this, having thought that he was going to pin you up against a wall within the dorm building and make good on his earlier threat. You were now wondering if maybe you had taken things too far, and he was feeling some kind of way about it.
Little did you know, Katsuki was laying on his bed, his pillow propping him up against the headboard with a hand between his thighs as he fisted himself to thoughts of you. He stroked himself viciously, flitching in pleasure as memories of your voice filled his head. His cock twitched at the thought of you calling him pathetic. He choked on a moan as flashes of you pursing your lips in disgust at him filled his mind’s theater.
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Cum shot from his tip, painting his black comforter in ropes of white. He panted, completely shocked at himself for cumming so quickly. He had reminisced about you in your tight hero suit and the unimpressed, angry face you made while you attacked him. He could still hear your banter about how he must like having his ass beat in his ears and he immediately started to stiffen again.
“Damn it.” He cussed, fisting himself again. He was so frustrated with himself. How hot you made him feel. How gorgeous he thought you were.  How he had talked such a big game at you, but then slunk to his dorm when dinner was over. How quickly he came to the thought of you mocking him. You probably thought he was an even bigger loser than before or worse, a coward for not facing you.
As he stroked his already spent length, he imagined himself pumping deep inside of your tight walls. The whines you would whimper as he harshly retaliated against your condescending words. Katsuki came again within a few minutes, cursing himself for getting so worked up at a stupid brat’s snide remarks. He tossed his cum-stained comforter to the floor and flopped face first onto his sheets, releasing a frustrated groan he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. 
How was he supposed to face you now? He had just hightailed it out of the common area to his room without so much of a glance in your direction, so he could get himself off to thoughts of you. You probably wouldn’t let it go either, rubbing it in his face that he was all bark and no bite. Just the thought of you saying that to him stirred butterflies in his stomach again. “Fuck off.” He growled at his dick, pulling his sweatpants up.
Meanwhile, you sat in the common area with some of your classmates, tuning in and out of the conversations as your mind wandered through the day’s earlier events. “You really gave it to Bakugou today, y/n. You have earned all my respect.” Hagakure commented, giving you an invisible thumbs up. “Yeah! The guy was totally speechless. Bet he isn’t going to cross you again any time soon.” Kaminari added, smiling as he took a sip from his soda. “It’s true. I don’t think that anyone of us have ever spoken to him like that before.” Momo introjected. “Yeah, well, as fun and invigorating as it was at the time, I’m fearful I may have taken it too far.” You moped, sighing into your hands. “Nah. It’s Bakugou. He’ll bounce back in no time.” Kirishima reassured you, “just give him a little time to lick his wounds.” “I guess.” You sighed. “I bet he liked it.” Sero grinned wickedly at you, causing you to blush.
Kaminari choked on his drink and Momo’s mouth dropped open. “Sero!” Iida chided in warning. “What? Am I the only one who feels like he’s the kind of guy who’d be into that?” Hanta defended himself. Silence fell over the common area as everyone took what Sero had said into consideration. “Even so, that is not an appropriate topic for us to discuss.” Iida chastised. Sero rolled his eyes but didn’t pursue the conversation further. Relief swept over you as the regular chatter from before resumed in the room, the heat from before beginning to leave your cheeks.
“If you’re really worried about him, you can always go and check on him.” Deku offered the suggestion gently. You thought about it for a moment, blood flooding back to your cheeks as you imagined Katsuki opening his door to you and snatching you in to teach you a lesson. “I would, but I don’t think he wants to be bothered.” You replied, referring to how Bakugou had rushed to his dorm after dinner. “Maybe not.” He agreed with a nod. “But the worst thing that could happen is that he ignores you.” Deku shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You chuckled despite yourself.
You stood from the sofa and began to walk towards the dorms. You punched in his floor number and waited for the elevator to open. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you stepped into the lift, you were having second thoughts about seeing him. What if it was awkward and weird? Is he going to pretend that nothing happened at training, or will he make a move on you? Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the elevator door opened, and Katsuki stood at its entrance with a laundry bag at his side. He stared at you for a moment and then pressed the close door button before you could get off or he could get on. “Hey!” You exclaimed, placing your hand in the middle of the closing doors, causing them to reopen.
As you were stepping off, Bakugou had already swiftly turned around, tossing his laundry bag over his shoulder like an off-brand Santa Clause and began to quickly shuffle back to his room. You scoffed loudly and shouted, “H-Hey!” You couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy! “I came up here to check on you, ya’ know!” You jogged after him. “I know. Now get lost.” He said, not even bothering to so much as turn his head to speak to you. “Why?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning against his door frame, after he reentered his room. “Why, what, ya’ idiot?” “Why do you want me to ‘get lost’? You didn’t want me to ‘get lost’ when I was training with you earlier today.” You quipped, just absolutely ripping off the band aid in one go.
Katsuki was taken aback by your bluntness, staring at you with wide ruby eyes. He had to mentally slap himself when he began to think about how cute you looked pouting up at him in his doorway, wearing your star and moon sweatpants and old black tank top that hugged your chest and waist just right. He took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, pinching the bridge of it in frustration. “Did you mean anything you said or did you just like the way it sounded when you were saying it?” You asked, wondering if he had ever intended to follow through. “I don’t know, ‘kay?” he confessed, blush climbing onto his cheeks. You dropped your crossed arms, surprised, but grateful for his honesty. “What do you know then?” You pressed, trying to understand what was going on in his mind.
His blush deepened as all the things he knew to be true, but was embarrassed by, rattled around in his head. He knew he liked you, that he liked it when you teased him, that he thought you were hot, that he had just gotten himself off to the thought of you giving him attitude, that he really wanted to snatch you up and bring you into his dorm, but he didn’t even know where to start. “You’ve never done this before… have you?” A small smirk curling on the side of your lip. Katsuki huffed and sighed, “No.” You nodded lightly. “Do you want this to go somewhere? Or do you just like talking big on the field before the game starts?” There it was, the mocking comment he had been waiting for, although it was a lot less harsh than its predecessors.
Bakugou glared at you, placing a sassy hand on his hip, which you thought was so cute, but oh so hot at the same time, you had to keep yourself from biting your lip in desire. “Watch it, punk.” He growled at you, his eyes piercing yours. There he was. You knew this version of Katsuki was still in there despite how shy he became around you. “That’s. Not. My. Name.” Cocking your head at him and stepping closer to him, standing your ground and holding his glare. He knew you had him, he had gotten himself into this mess because of his habit of giving people shitty nicknames and now here you were in all your glory, calling him out for it. “What’s my name?” You whispered to him, looking up at him with what he can only describe as a sultry mixture of doe and siren eyes.
Katsuki took a shaky breath but cleared his throat in a poor attempt to mask it, his eyes darting away from yours, bashfully. “What’s my name?” You repeated, stepping so close that you were just under his chin. His body radiated heat, you could feel his breathing against the crown of your head, and it started to quicken. “Y-Y/l/n” He finally caved, intoxicated by the smell of your shampoo and body wash as you stood under him. “That’s my family’s name.” You spoke in a hushed tone, pressing up onto your toes, the bridge of your nose grazing his chin, making you whine internally as you felt his stubble against your skin. Bakugou shivered, not being able to stop the soft groan that slipped past his lips as you gently grazed your face against his, like a cat seeking affection.
“What’s my name, Katsuki?” You murmured, this time bringing your hands up to his chest and gently resting them there. Bakugou swallowed so hard that he was sure that the people downstairs heard it. “Y/n” he said at long last. Your eyes fluttered shut and your toes curled in your slippers. Hearing him say your name was so much better than you thought it was going to be. “Say it again.” You quietly demanded. He smirked down at you, having caught a bit of your reaction. “Say it again, please.” You pleaded a second time, barely speaking above a whisper, this time nibbling on the side his jaw with your lips. “Y/n” He repeated, wrapping his arms around you and bringing a hand to your face, tilting your chin upwards into a kiss.
You moaned into Katsuki’s mouth as he swept you away from his doorway, kicking it shut with his foot. The kiss deepened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your heart beating a million times per minute as you realized that he was picking you up to lay you down on his bed. He dragged you up into the center of his mattress, crawling over top of you simultaneously. His knees were on either side of your yours and his muscular arms caged you in, the veins along the sides of his forearms protruding attractively. He started by pressing butterfly kisses to the side of your face, working his way down your neck and eventually sucking a few hickies where your hero costume would cover them.
You’d had half the mind to whine and complain to him about it, but his slightly dry lips felt so good on your skin, you didn’t want to stop him. When he got down to your shirt, you instinctively began to remove it., bringing you arms out of its straps. Katsuki leaned back on his haunches, ripping his own shirt off his body, before beginning to help you remove yours. Your face reddened and you gripped the tank top to your chest. “What’s wrong?” The ever-observant blonde noticing immediately that you were clamming up. “I’m not wearing a bra.” You whispered bluntly, blinking up at him. Katsuki felt something wet and warm dripping from his nose, a look of horror crossing your face as he dabbed at the moisture he felt above his upper lip. “Fuck!” He yelled in frustration, realizing that his nose was bleeding. He jumped from the bed to grab a tissue from the box across his room. You couldn’t help the little giggles that were bubbling up from your chest as you watched the scene unfold before you.
You were in your hot shirtless crush’s room, lying on his bed, about to do the deed, but he is across the room, holding his bleeding nose because he thought about you being braless. “What?” He lazily snapped, sounding nasally as he held his nose closed with his head tilted back, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “It’s no wonder you didn’t want to see me, you just got a nosebleed from the thought of me not wearing a bra!” Katsuki tried to glare at you, but it amounted to nothing more than a side eye as he continued to feel the blood trickling down his throat slowly coming to a stop. “I bet you busted a nut before I came up here too.” You teased him, your mouth dropping open in disbelief when you saw the face of a guilty man. “Wait, no. Are you serious?” You gawked at him, a grin creeping onto your lips as he continued to not deny it.
“Shut. Up.” he said, pointing his finger at you in warning before blowing his nose to check if it was still bleeding. “Is that why your bed is missing its comforter?” You gasped, finally putting two and two together, “That’s why you were trying to do laundry in the middle of weekday evening when we typically do it on the weekends.” Katsuki tossed the bloody tissues into the trash bin next to his desk and stalked back over to you, who laid on his bed, sweetly gazing up at him. “I said, shut up.” He reiterated, climbing back over top of you, taking in your form. Your hair framed your face, making halo around you, your shoulders and collar bone completely exposed, but your top still covering your breasts. You were perfect, flawless, staring up at him with those naughty, knowing eyes. “Or what?” You tested him, leaning up to capture his lips again, dragging him back down with you, this time he rested himself on top of you, not putting his full weight on you, though.
Your dinky little top was the only thing separating your skin as he pawed at the plush on your sides. “I’ll punish you for bein’ a brat.” He growled in your ear, biting your lobe, making you mew prettily for him. “What? For being smart enough to figure out your little secret?” You quipped and he bit down on the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet causing you to keen loudly in a high-pitched squeal. He pulled back, grinning as he took in your shocked, horny expression, a hand settling over your mouth as you realized how loud your cry was, praying to whatever God that no one heard you. “Yea, for a being smartass ‘nd figuring me out.” Katsuki nosed at your jaw, trying to draw your hand away so he could see more of your cute, embarrassed expression. “Why didn’t you come to me after class or after dinner?” You pressed gently, fluttering your pretty lashes up at him.
Now it was the blonde’s turn to blush and become sheepish. “I..” he started with an exacerbated sigh, “I didn’t know how t’ approach ya, so I figured it was just better ta leave it be.” He kissed the top of your left shoulder, while you hummed in understanding, “Got shy on me, didn’t ya, big guy?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He rolled his eyes but didn’t retort. “I’m glad I came up for you then,” You shuddered against his lips as he licked at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it with his teeth. While occupied with each other’s mouths, you pushed the rest of your top down so that it pooled around your hips. Katsuki growled loudly when he felt the bare skin of breasts squish against his chest, you both keened when your nipples grazed each other by chance. Pulling back for air, he looked down at you taking you in, in all your glory.
“Fuck,” he cursed, shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re stunnin’.” Groaning as he took one of your perky buds into his mouth. Your back arched up as he suckled and bit your nipple, dragging his teeth gently across the bud. Your hands flew up to his head, your nails digging almost painfully into his scalp, but it just egged the blonde on. He released your one tit with a pop and moved onto the other, eliciting the same reaction from you as before. You couldn’t help but squirm beneath him as he continued his assault, “K-Katsuki~” You pleaded as you clenched your thighs, rubbing them together trying to get some kind of relief where heat and moisture were starting to grow inside you. Bakugou continued his mission of torturing your buds, he scrapped his incisors against your more sensitive nipple while his tongue flicked violently at its tip still trapped between his teeth. You were reeling, nearly falling apart while one of his hands pinched, rolled and flicked your other flower bud between his fingers as he continued to ruin your nipples.
He only paused to lean back to observe you once you had begged enough times for him to stop. He puffed his chest in pride at the sight of you being drunk on pleasure, your nipples were swollen and puffy, and they were two to three shades darker shade of your natural skin tone. “Katsuki, baby, please. No more.” You begged, completely disheveled from his antics. “No more?” He smirked at you, knowing what you had meant, but choosing to give you a hard time anyway, “We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet. But if you’re really ready ta’ tap out…” Katsuki turned, feigning that he was about to leave the bed. “Katsukkiiii~!’ You whined high and loud, pouting your swollen, kiss-bitten bottom lip at him as you pawed and gripped onto him like a koala. “ Al’ight, I’ve got it.” He laughed, entirely surprised by your reaction. “Please, please, Katsuki.” You kept muttering, your clit aching at the lack of attention it’s received. “What do you want, y/n?” his lips ghosting over yours. “You.” Breathy hot pants, passed through lips as you swiftly began to undress yourself.
Katsuki’s eye almost bugged out of his head as he watched you toss your black top to the floor, followed by your celestial themed sweatpants. He grabbed your wrists just as you had looped your fingers on the waistband of your pretty lace undies, stopping them before you could pull them down. You tilted your head at him in question but relaxed in his hold. “Let me savor you.” It came out as more of plea a than he would have liked, but it worked. Smiling softly, you nodded, allowing the blonde to gently pin your hands above your head. “De’ja’ vu.” You giggled. ”Ha, yea.” He chuckled in reply, rubbing his hardened shaft against your leg, just like before during training. You couldn’t help the wanton moan that slipped through you lips as the blonde ground his cock on your bare thigh.
You both stayed like that for a moment, Katsuki rubbing himself against you until a darkened wet patch started to form on the crotch of his sweatpants where his tip was leaking pre. Moaning at the sight, your eyes pleaded with him to take you now. “ ’kay.” He shucked off his pants, tossing them to the floor to some undisclosed location. The wet patch was bigger and his cock’s outline more visible in his orange boxers. Whining when you saw how big he looked, you could hardly contain yourself. “Watch it. I spank whiny brats.” Katsuki quipped, smirking at how you shuddered in delight at his words. “Hmm. Don’t threaten me with a good time”, You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows causing him to scoff at you.
Pausing to take in the scene around, you sucked in a quick, nervous breath, willing your nerves to calm down. “Ready?” Katsuki looped two long, thick fingers into the waist band of your panties. “Yes” You breathed, lifting your hips so that he could pull them off more easily. When he had successfully pulled them down halfway down your thighs, he began to moan and cuss as your scent hit his nose. “Fuck,” Bringing your drenched panties to his face and inhaling deeply. You wanted to shrink away from the embarrassing sight of the Katsuki Bakugou sniffing your underwear while his cock stood erect and dripping with pre within its cotton confines. “M’ God, you’re prefect.” He said taking you in, you looked angelic, ethereal laid back naked on his bed. “Fuck” more precum started to ooze from his tip through his boxers. He was about to take them off before you gently stopped him with your smaller hands.
Katsuki’s mind went from blank to seeing fireworks as he watched you crawl toward him, mouthing at his tip through his boxers, sucking and lapping at the fluid there, “S-Shit.” Moaning as he watched you hook your delicate fingers into his waist band, pulling them down over his rump, to the tops of his thigh, his dick finally springing free, nearly slapping you in the face with how hard and taunt he was. “My turn,” snickering as you began by just kissing his tip, coating your lips in his pre cum as if it were lip gloss. He was still on his haunches, his boxers bunched around the tops of his thighs and under his surprisingly juicy rear. “H-Hold on, w-wait” he stuttered, trying not to lose his mind.
He stood from the bed and quickly pulled his boxers the rest of the way off, climbed back onto the bed with you and propped himself against the headboard with a pillow at the small of his back. You hummed assumed by his eagerness for you to continue as you crawled to him once again, this time taking him into your mouth completely and hollowing your cheeks. The blonde shuddered and shook as pleasure shot through him like a lightning strike. If you kept that up, he was definitely going to cum. “O-Oi, ” trying to stop you as he felt the tingling in his balls beginning to start. You smirked, doubling down and taking as much of him into your throat as you possibly could. “Oi, stop.” He pressed the palm of his hand against your forehead, trying to push you off.
Katsuki grunted when you scraped your teeth against his base bit, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you growled him, the vibration making him shudder, “S-Stop! Don’t wanna cum yet!” he pleaded, and you stopped at hearing that, just holding him in your mouth and waiting for his building high to come back down. Panting, he reached under you and began to circle your clit with the pad of his middle finger, wanting to get a little even. You keened with him still in your mouth, drool now pooling at the corners of your mouth as you cried out. His other hand immediately coming to smack the right side of your ass, as your throat continued to hum around him, your pupils turning to hearts as you felt the impact of his hand against your ass. “I told you; I spank brats.” He chided at you, smacking you again in the same spot, lighter this time. You finally pulled your lips from his cock, releasing it with a pop as it glistened with your saliva. “And I said, don’t threaten me with a good time.” Katsuki smirked as you grinned wickedly at him. “Well then get over here. ”
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ayustuff · 10 months
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ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ || bakugou x reader
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bakugou hands the cashier a lingerie, "this will be all?"
"yes."
the cashier scans the barcode and bakugou pays. "heres your item, sir."
"oh no, im not taking it"
"why, sir?" the cashier responded confused.
"im paying for the lingerie my girlfriend is wearing, can't leave without paying. and im sure you wouldn't want to see the mess i've made, right?"
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trueshellz · 2 years
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Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, swearing, babies mentioned, hormones, some fluff that came to mind today
Set in the same timeline as THIS and THIS
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Sending Bakugou to go on patrol even though you're heavily pregnant, feet swollen and hips sore despite doing your stretches with him this morning. He's worried, frowning at you over the dining table when you push his mask into his hands (usually his gauntlets, but there ain't no way in hell you're picking those up when you're carrying that precious bundle). And he's worried the whole time, checking his phone and ensuring it's on loud not vibrate in case you or his mum call him.
It's an hour until he comes home and suddenly, he glances down for the umpteenth time and his battery is dead. Empty. Black screen, no matter how many times he presses the side buttons and he wants to throw the damned thing off the bridge for dying on him, even though he knows it's his own damned fault for messaging you every five minutes and checking the house cameras in case you've fallen over and cant get back up again. (The one time you sat down on the beanbag and couldnt lift yourself up, he came home to you in tears still stuck in that same place) His name being called loudly across the street as Kirishima runs at him, his mask in one hand as his eyes almost bug out his skull. The phone in his hand thrust into his face, Bakugou fearing the worst and panicking until he realises it's you on the other end yelling at him.
"Katsuki, you idiot."
"I-"
He barely gets a chance to speak when you're keening in pain, his eyes widen as he starts running to the hospital... except goes the wrong way and has to turn around again.
"Motherfu-"
"I'm on the way. Don't have the baby without me."
"Yeah, lemme just cross my legs." A gasp as you whine in pain, he can hear his mum in the background soothing you and honestly, he can't get there quick enough.
He's barely stuck his head into the room when you throw something at him, ducking down and hearing it crash to the floor as he glances back to see a paper bowl lying there. He would laugh but his mum pats his shoulders as he walks by and the look on her face tells him that would be a bad, bad idea. Closing the door behind himself, he nods at the nurses who, at this point, know him all too well before sitting on the chair next to your bed. (Learning the first time that he needed to stay at your head, not down by your legs even though he had already seen every inch of you)
"This is all your fault!"
What?!
"Babe, listen. I-"
Hands held up in surrender, he's vaguely aware of all the nurses and midwives smirking while they tend to you. Your skin all flushed and shiny, you look tired and your brows are furrowed in that cute way he loves so much. Your legs are up in the stirrups you hate with a passion and you're chomping on ice like it's going out of style... but you're still the most beautiful person in the world.
"Katsuki! Get that look off your face. That look got me pregnant. No!"
"What look? I was just thinking about how gorgeous my wife is."
Eyes narrowed at him, you reach over to grab his hand for support when another contraction hits, grunting low and long as you feel the pressure work through your body. Your knuckles white as you squeeze his hand, he doesn't even bat an eyelid at the force you're putting on him just reaches across and tucks your hair back before kissing your knuckles.
"No more babies, Katsuki."
A chuckle as you open your eyes and try to glare at him, failing when he raises a brow.
"You said that the last two times as well, babe. I even have that on video."
Fuck.
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aaakikoo · 1 year
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ODDLY SPECIFIC BAKUGOU KATSUKI HEADCANONS BECAUSE WHY NOT ?
warnings -> cursing
an -> check out pt2 & pt3 ! This is part 1
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1. Loves intense back scratches? Don’t ask why, no need for questions. He loves getting his back scratched intensely after a long day, would also grunt and moan sometimes 🤭
2. Cooks without a shirt. I mean this is a pretty obvious one. He loves to wear sweats and only an apron, no shirt underneath, just because he can and he will tease you. (Likes to show off his tiny waist)
3. Does magic tricks with cards. He learnt how to do magic with cards only to impress you and to also add another talent to his many others.
4. Extra black coffee in the mornings.
5. He likes to roll his wheel chair dramatically in his office when someone enters it. He would like face rhe big glass window and when someone knocks in and he tells them to get in, he would swing his chair and look them dead in the eyes, (drama queen)
5. Very ticklish. I can’t explain it but o feel like he would be very ticklish, especially behind his ears, his knees and his armpits.
6. Has crystal white teeth.
7. Doesn’t use the 1 in 3 men’s shampoo. I feel like he has a whole routine Yk? Shampoo-ing his hair 2 times before he applies conditioner to the ends. Lastly body wash and he is done.
8. Skin care routine! I feel like he would have oily skin, so he would use more plant based moisturisers. And he would also wear face masks on his me-days.
9. Sweet tooth.
10. Has this one style that I cannot really explain what it is, and I also don’t know the name. But Yk when those boys wear like baggy jeans, but not too baggy that it would hang down their ass. With like Dr. Martens boots and a white wife beater and a big sweat jacket. Exactly that. Also don’t forget silver rings. But I don’t think he would over use them, maybe one on the right thumb and one on the left ring finger (👀)
11. Doesn’t like odd numbers. Idk.
12. Big mama boy in secret. He loves his mom so much🫣
13. Really fucking good at chess, he’s just born with it, that man is perfect.
14. Likes to listen to people’s drama in secret, would listen to your friends drama and then discuss and laugh his ass off about it with you.
15. Fav colours: black, red and dark green.
16. Collects expensive ass perfume.
17. Calls his car ‘his girl’
18. Wouldn’t mind giving, yes GIVING his friends money, not BORROWING but giving his friends money when they are in need of it, but if there is a real reason ofc.
19. Can speak multiple languages. Japanese, English, Spanish, Korean, (broken) Arabic & Portuguese for some reason?
20. Has an excellent hearing sense.
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nebula-darlin · 1 year
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𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 | 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢
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Synopsis: Vampire hunter Bakugou x Vampire Queen reader. Bakugou Katsuki is a renowned vampire hunter. The finest in the land. Due to this, the King gives him a task of the utmost importance. One that will not only challenge his abilities, but his will.
Wc: 5.4k
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, slow burn, romance, some angst, making sweet sweet love, Black female reader, reader has red eyes and long 4a hair, reader gets picked up (Bakugou is strong af so he can do it), female pronouns, 3rd person perspective, aged up characters (20+), making out, cunnililgus, bitting, inexperienced Bakugou and reader, mentions blood, killing and death (but its not descriptive), very self indulgent.
TRIGGER: mentions of attempted self-harm
A/n: repost. Title image edited by me.
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Bakugou Katsuki is the most skilled vampire hunter in the land. Throughout his life, he had been hired by a variety of guilds and nobility to assassinate many of such monsters. He has made a name for himself as the demon killer, Ground Zero, due to how he always gets the job done with both skill and efficiency. On account of his reputation and abilities, the king of the country summoned him to the castle to hire him for a crucial task. He had promised the hunter enough gold to last generations if he could complete one single task… 
Kill the Vampire Queen.
Bakugou accepts the job without any need for convincing. The hunter loved a good challenge, and nothing would put his strength to the test more than killing the Queen. “If you think this will be an easy task. Then you are mistaken, hunter.” The king warns. “That witch is not known as the leader of those demons for nothing. She is more powerful than any vampire you have faced." 
"I don’t need your warnin’s. You’ll have ‘er head come morning.” He tells the king, bowing before heading to leave the castle. 
“One more piece of advice hunter.” The kings’ voice booms, stopping the ash blond in his tracks. “That monster’s ability lies within her eyes. Be sure never to gaze into them, boy." 
Bakugou scoffed at the king’s final words and exited the castle. He flipped his mantle over his head, mounted his horse, and rode straight into vampire territory. He was not an amateur, nor did he need anyone’s advice to do his job correctly. He had his strength and that was the only thing that was necessary. 
The hunter despised vampires with a vengeance; to him, their very existence was a blight on the world. As a teenager, he was kidnapped by a group of those creatures known for abducting humans in order to use them as their personal food source. He had been isolated and fed upon for three days before hunters discovered and rescued him. From that day forward, he had vowed to kill every vampire he could. He never wanted to be that scared and defenceless child who could not fight back all those years ago. Instead, he grew stronger by relentlessly training his body and perfecting his skills. All of his rage and training had been directed toward putting him on an equal footing with those monsters. Due to their superior powers and fortitude, vampires already had a significant advantage over humans. However, none of this matters to the hunter, for no vampire will escape his wrath. 
...
Bakugou stopped in a town on the outskirts of vampire territory to replenish his supplies for his journey. Here, he met an informant who told him more about the queen and her castle. 
"Even though she is their leader, word is she isolates herself in her castle. No family, no guards, no maids, hell not even a pet.” The informant tells him. 
“Devil must be fuckin’ confident in 'er power.” Bakugou snarls as he packs his newly bought materials on his horse’s back. 
“Not many have seen her power first hand. The only thing I know is her eyes are very dangerous and you should never look into them.” He continues. 
“What’s the fuckin’ deal with her eyes? Do they fuckin’ turn ya into stone?” Bakugou asks, annoyed that this is the second time he has gotten this warning. 
“She is not Medusa sir.” The informant chuckles, making Bakugou glare at him. The little man flinches at the ash blonde’s hostility before continuing. “T-they say that anyone who looks into her eyes will be enchanted, and won’t be able to kill her." 
"I don’t gotta worry 'bout shit like that. I can kill 'er no matter what." 
"But it’s not about your ability sir. It’s about your desire.” Bakugou finishes his packing and turns to the informant furrowing his brow in confusion. Now that he had the hunter’s full attention, the man continued. 
“Those who look into her eyes lose the will to harm her, whether they are human, vampire, or even animal.” He adds. 
Bakugou clicks his tongue, irritated that he even listened to what this man had to say, as it was of no use to his mission. He hoists himself onto his tall horse with ease, then tosses a bag of silver to the informant as payment for the information. 
“M'sure I won’t have a problem with that either. She’s a fuckin’ demon. Nothin’ will make me want to spare her life.” He spits venom behind each of his words. With a snap of the horse’s reins, it took off in a gallop towards the queens’ castle.
The palace grounds were completely empty when he finally arrived, just as the informant had specified. There were no guards outside, and the outer walls appeared to have been neglected for years. The elements had destroyed what the hunter could only assume was once a pristine palace fit for royalty. 
Bakugou hid his horse in the bushes and drew his silver dagger, scooping the area in order to find a way inside the castle. He trudged through the wild grass and weeds to get inside. Flora and fauna grew thick along every entrance, effectively sealing the palace shut from the outside. Though, it appeared that the plants grew to keep something in rather than to keep any unwanted threats out. 
He turned his gaze upwards, searching for another way into the palace. The building appeared completely dark, save for one lit room on the topmost floor. Upon discovering his target’s location, the hunter scalded the side of the old tower with his dagger between his teeth as he climbed up the vines and broken bricks to the terrace. When he reached the top, he crept up to the window and peered through it to see if anyone was in the room. He stepped further into the open glass doors, unable to see his target. He took a cautious look around in case something jumped out to attack him. He finally spotted the queen and prepared to fight. Bakugou took a silent step closer, hoping to cut her head off before she realised he was there. 
The queen was sitting on her heels on the floor of her bedroom. Her curves were dawned by a silk white nightgown, accentuating her darker toned skin. Her black cloud-like curls cascaded all the way down to the middle of her back. The hunter felt like he somehow recognized the woman in front of him, but his feelings of nostalgia did not deter him from completing his mission. 
Bakugou froze in his tracks as he saw the queen raise a knife in her hands. He braced himself for battle, cautious that she had discovered his presence. His eyes widened when she turned the knife on herself, pointing the weapon at her own eyes. 
As her hand trembled, a stifled whimper escaped her lips as she held the blade’s edge inches from her face. She was hesitating. Regardless, the queen had no choice but to do this. She desired to be free. Thus, if this was her only method in doing so. There was no need to be hesitant. With a few deep breaths, she motions to drive the knife into her eye, only to be stopped by large hands grabbing on to her shaking ones. Shocked that she wasn’t alone, she pushes the body behind her away. She turned around to see who encroached on her castle. Solely by their familiar scent, she could tell they were human. 
“Who are you and why have you come here!?” She yells at the hunter. 
He rises from the floor and looks directly at her face, causing the vampire to overt her gaze. Bakugou’s brows furrow in annoyance as he looks at the vampire. He is confused as to why she is not looking him in the eyes, knowing that is where her power lies. Though, he was mostly frustrated as to why he had stopped her from stabbing herself with the knife. It would have been easier for him if he had done nothing. But something inside him told him he had to stop her. 
“I was hired to kill you, queen of demons.” He says gripping tightly onto his dagger. 
Her eyes widened at his words before falling closed. Turning to face the hunter, she sits back on her knees before speaking. “If that is truly what you are here for…” She reaches her arms out in an embrace. “…then please, kill me." 
Bakugou blinked once at her. He was not expecting her to surrender so easily. He hoped to make her beg for mercy, just like he had all those years ago. It irritated him to see the queen of vampires so docile at this moment. For Christ’s sake, she was supposed to be a monster, so why was she asking to be killed? 
"Are you fuckin’ insane? Ya realize I came 'ere to take yer head?” He says through gritted teeth. 
“Yes, I do.” She nods. “You saw that I had the knife before, that was due to me trying to cut my eyes out." 
"Why the hell would ya do somethin’ that stupid?” He says, getting more annoyed the longer she talked. 
“I do not leave my castle because I fear what will happen if people look into my eyes. My eyes prevent people from harming me and force them to care for me instead. I was made queen due to no living being on this earth being able to harm me. I am by no means fit to be queen.” She admits, eyes still firmly closed yet the corners started to brim with tears. 
“However, you are different, sir hunter. You have not seen my eyes. You can finally grant my wish of being free from this burden." 
Bakugou finally realised what was bothering him after hearing her confession. He was beginning to sympathize with her. For a vampire. The same monsters he had sworn to himself to hate and kill every last one. Yet here he was feeling compassion for the leader of said creatures. The one who was supposed to be the most evil of them all. 
But it was her familiarity that bothered him the most. He could not place it, but he knew he had seen her somewhere before. Her defined eyebrows and her plump brown lips. It all seemed like he had seen it… many years ago. 
Then it finally clicked in his head. 
”…Misty?“ 
The queen’s eyes shot open upon hearing that nickname. It had seemed like centuries since she had heard it. The memory quickly flashed through her head as she remembered a time from days gone by. 
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- 13 years ago - 
"Dammit!” The boy cursed after falling face-first into the lake. 
It was the middle of the night and he had not seen the tree root that was protruding out of the dirt. Thus making him trip and fall down a hill into the lake. To make things worse, the boy had hurt his ankle and could not walk properly. He was getting frustrated with his situation when he heard a wolf howling in the distance making him jump. The lake was blanketed with the mist of a cold spring night. Making it impossible to see more than a couple of feet in front of his face. Starting to get more worried, the boy cursed himself for leaving home so late without telling his parents. His mother would kill him if she found out he had died out here. 
He froze when he heard a branch crack from behind him. The boy grabbed a nearby stick to defend himself, thinking a wolf had found him and was going to attack. But he dropped it when he noticed a girl’s head peeking out from behind a tree. Her dark curls were braided back into two large cornrows that reached down to her shoulder. She was wearing a short red dress that reached her knees, though the colour of her outfit was nothing compared to the deep maroon of her eyes. 
“Are you all right?” The girl asked, her voice full of concern. 
The boy broke out of his trance upon hearing her soft voice. “I-I’m fine, no need to worry 'bout me.” He said as he attempted to stand up but fell back down due to the swelling in his ankle. 
“It is okay to ask for help if you need it.” She said, walking closer to the boy. 
“I don’t need help. I can do it myself!” He shouted, waving her off. But before he knew it, she had wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled him to his feet. 
“Where is your home? I will help you get there.” She smiled. 
The boy’s cheeks flushed, and he averted his gaze from her. He pointed her in the right direction as they began their journey back to his home. 
“What is your name?” The girl asked, breaking the silence between the two. 
“Bakugou Katsuki.” He answered. “What’s yours?" 
"L/n Y/n. How did you get hurt, Katsuki?” She asked. 
“Hey! Why’re ya calling me by my first name!?" 
"Am I not supposed to?” She asked, sounding genuinely confused. 
“Course not! Not 'till we get to know each other first."  He argues. 
"Okay well, my name is Y/n. And I like coming to the lake on misty nights.” She smiles brightly. 
“Ya already told me yer name weirdo." 
"But you said you wanted to know me.” She laughs. 
Bakugou very quickly realized that he liked the sound of her laughter. The more he heard it, the more he thought he could listen to it forever.  “Why only misty days?”
“The mist is very calming to me. And sometimes I find things I did not expect to. Like you Katsuki!” She says with a light giggle. 
He blushes again, this time making the tips of his ears turn a bright pink. Bakugo looks away in a huff. “I ain’t a thing. And stop callin’ me by my first name stupid girl." 
After some more back and forth between the two, they had finally left the forest and reached the backyard of Bakugou’s home. Y/n helped Bakugou to his backdoor before letting go of him. He knocked on his door and they heard people from inside the house start to scramble around.
"Just so ya know, I could'a gotten back myself.” Bakugou pouts at the girl before turning away once more. 
“I know, but I am glad I helped you. It was very nice meeting you Katsuki.” She responded from behind him. 
The backdoor swung open and Bakugou’s parents were at the door. “Kastuki you brat, did you sneak outside again!?” His mother yelled. 
“Yeah, so what if I did?” He limped inside the house, pulling a chair from the kitchen table before taking a seat.
His mother sighed heavily. “So first you sneak out, then you get yourself hurt. Don’t tell me you walked all the way here on that ankle?" 
"Nah, that girl over there helped me.” He said, pointing outside to where Y/n was standing. 
“What girl?” His father asks, confused. 
Bakugou was shocked when he looked outside to see an empty door frame. “But she was…" 
"Whoever she was, make sure you thank her the next time you see her.” His mother says, smacking him on the back of the head. “Now, let’s get some ice for that ankle of yours." 
As Bakugou’s parents took care of his injury, he wondered where Y/n could have disappeared to. His parents did not take long to open the door, so how did she leave so quickly?
After Bakugou’s ankle had healed, he had become determined to find Y/n again. His village was small and he knew everyone in it so he decided to look in neighbouring villages. He looked everywhere from going door to door to orphanages, but nobody knew who she was. For a while, he had even thought that she might have been a ghost. But he immediately recognized how ridiculous that idea was. Besides, you cannot touch ghosts. 
He had looked for two weeks before he decided to give up. Then he remembered what she had said the day she had found him. She would only go to the lake on misty nights. At that moment he decided that on the next foggy night, the lake is where he would be waiting for her. 
A few days later he arrived at the lake, the mist was as heavy as the previous night, covering the area with a screen of opaque white. Yet, Bakugou had no problem seeing her. She was looking out towards the lake in that same red dress she had been wearing before. She looked back at the sound of footsteps and smiled when she saw who was approaching. 
"Hello, again Katsuki." 
"Hey, Misty." 
From that night forward, the two would go to the lake whenever it was foggy. Quickly becoming close friends, playing and opening up to each other in ways they had never done with anyone else prior. Although they would meet little more than once a month, they had become everything to each other; their time together was never taken for granted. 
After three years of these late-night meetings, Bakugou had turned 13 the month before and was eager to see Y/n to tell her what he had gotten for his birthday. When he got to the lake, he didn’t see her waiting for him like she usually did. Instead, he found a note sitting on a tree stump of their usual meeting place. The note was brief, only a few sentences in what Bakugou recognized as his dear friend’s handwriting. 
I will no longer be able to meet you here.
For that, I apologize with all my heart. 
- Misty  
Afterwards, Y/n followed through on her promise, never returning to the lake, fog or not. Bakugou took weeks to accept that Y/n had left for good. He had gone to that lake every night, hoping that he would find her there, waiting for him with that beautiful smile that he had come to love so much. 
When another year had passed, he cursed himself for wasting so much time waiting for her. Of course, she would eventually leave him. He should not have thought he was good enough to make her stay.
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"Katsuki?" 
She turned away again when she recognised him, even more determined not to have him look into her eyes. When she heard an object hit the floor with a clank, Y/n glanced over at him. She noticed that what Bakugou had dropped on the floor was his silver dagger.
"How the hell did you become a vampire? WHO FUCKIN’ TURNED YOU!?” His screams were filled with concern despite his aggressive tone. 
“I was always a vampire, Katsuki. I… I never told you because I thought that you would be scared of me." 
"The fuck? Ya should’ve said that shit to me back then!”
“You would not have stayed if you knew." 
"How the hell can ya say that!?” He yelled back.
“You came here to kill me, did you not?" 
"I wouldn’t have taken this damn job if I knew it was you. Ya disappeared on me years ago, how the fuck would I know that you would be the fucking Queen!" 
"NONE OF THAT WAS BY CHOICE!” She yelled, finally raising her voice at him. 
Just as Y/n shouted, Bakugou realised that she had not looked at him the entire time they were talking. “Why won’t ya look at me?” He asks, his now calmer tone contrasting his anger fill one from before, sending a shiver up Y/n’s spine. 
“You know I cannot look at you." 
"I’ve already seen yer eyes a bunch of times before." 
"That was before my powers manifested. That was the reason I left. So you would not fall victim to my curse.” She responds, her words were quiet and laced with pain. 
Bakugou walked closer, kneeling in front of her, making the girl flinch. He raised his hand, gently placing it on her cheek, and turned her head to face him. Seeing that she was still averting her eyes, he kissed his teeth. “I would never want to hurt you, so there ain’t nothin’ that yer eyes can do to me." 
His closeness to her caused her cheeks to heat up. She couldn’t help but look at him now, slowly raising her eyes to gaze at the face of the boy she hadn’t seen in more than a decade. His crimson eyes meet her deep maroon ones. She could finally get a good look at him like this. His body was muscular from training, adorned with many scars from countless battles. His jawline was sharp and defined, nothing like the more rounded cheeks he had as a child. Despite the changes to his outward appearance just one look into his eyes and she could tell he was the same boy she had known once before. Though now, he was a man. 
"See? Told ya your powers wouldn’t do shit to me.” He smirks, but his tone was gentle and reassuring. “It doesn’t change how I feel, not this or bein’ apart from you." 
"But can you still say that if I am a vampire? As a hunter, you must hate us." 
"That’s true. But I love you, Misty. Have since ya found me that day at the lake" 
Y/n finally smiles. She had never imagined hearing those words in her life. In her mind, she was a curse, unlovable, her only purpose in life was to serve her kingdom. Yet, having the person she had always held so dear to her, saying those three words, meant everything to her. It was the first time Bakugou had seen her smile in more than a decade. Even after all this time, it was still one of his favorite sights. He gently rubbed his thumb over her cheek, happy to be able to touch her and feel her once more. His Misty. His Queen. His Lady. 
Bakugou leans in to plant a kiss on her lips. When his lips touched hers, they were slightly chapped due to his line of work never requiring him to use them. But they were warm against her cool suppler ones.
Reluctantly, He pulled away to allow them both to breathe. Bakugou kept his gaze fixed on her, panting after holding his breath for so long. He did not know if he was doing this right, if this was how these types of things were supposed to happen. However his lack of experience was drastically overshadowed by the nerves in his body screaming for him to feel her lips against his once more. He leaned in again, only to have her meet him in the middle.
Their lips met again, this time intertwining in a loving yet sloppy way. As time went on, their movement became more rhythmic. Bakugou’s kisses became driven by instinct, unconsciously knowing exactly what to do. He placed his hand on the curve of Y/n’s back, arching her body flush against his chest. 
Y/n slides her hands onto his shoulder to pull him in closer. Moving higher, she interlaced her finger in his unexpectedly soft ash blond spikes. She felt him lap at her bottom lip, a silent plea he made to ask for her permission. Hesitant at first, she eventually opened her mouth wide enough for his wet muscle to enter. Their tongues danced around in each other’s mouths hungrily. 
Sliding his hands to move down Y/n’s sides, he gently squeezed handfuls of her curves on their way down to her hips. He grabbed onto the back of her thighs, lifting her up from the floor. His lips still on hers, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. 
Bakugou shifted on top of her, adjusting her legs, and positioned himself between them. Y/n lightly pulled on his hair when he gently bit her lip, causing him to let out a low groan into her mouth. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving a thin string of saliva between their partially open mouths. 
They stared at each other again, no words spoken, the only thing that stood between them was a strong enchanting desire. Bakugou quickly moved down to attack her neck with hard sucks and bites. His hands caressing up and down her hips, making her squirm under him. 
He began to remove his clothes, revealing a chest littered with battle wounds. Y/n ran her fingers slowly over his scars, committing their feel and shape to memory, making Bakugou’s body shudder under her feather light touch. He took off the rest of his clothes as she ran her hands up and down his torso, as if she may never touch it again.
Bakugou lightly pulled at the hem of her gown, lifting it slowly to give her time to stop him in case she did not want to do this. Y/n only nodded, giving him the okay to keep going. He took off her nightgown and admired the sight of her beautiful naked body. 
He ran his hands over her breasts. She whimpered when he rolled her sensitive dark brown nubs between his fingers. He loved the expression she made when he started kissing down the valley of her breasts. Licking and sucking on the way down to her already dripping heat. Before she could say anything, Bakugou flattened his tongue in a long stride up her core. 
She moaned when he dragged his tongue fervently up and down between her folds, teasing her entrance. Her hands instinctively grabbing onto his hair, pulling him closer to her. He pressed his tongue in circles around her slit, savouring the taste of her slick, swallowing after each lap. Focusing on her throbbing clit, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked harshly, shaking his head side to side to add more stimulation to her sensitivity. 
He looked up to see her chest; it’s quick rising and falling. Watching her desperation to release the tight feeling quickly growing in her abdomen. He sucked harder on her clit making her back arch off the bed. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes, accompanied by intense waves of pleasure. 
Her head falls back into her pillow as she feels one of his large fingers dipping into her wet folds. They felt rough and thick in her velvety walls, curling to hit a spot that not even she was aware of, making her back arch off the bed. He begins slowly pumping his finger in and out to stretch her out before quickly adding another. 
To her dismay, Bakugou pulled off of her with a wet pop before she could reach her second climax of the night. Planting light kisses and bites on inside her plump thighs as he made his way back up to her lips. He kissed her once more, tongue delving into her mouth, letting her taste her own naughty flavor. 
Bakugou lifts himself to sit on his heels, taking her legs and putting them on the outer sides of his thighs. He aligns his painfully hard member at her entrance, never looking away from her maroon coloured orbs. 
They made him fall even more in love with her, made him want to be the only one who could gaze into them. They had such an intense allure, leaving him with a tight feeling in his chest that pleaded at him to ensure that they were only looking at him. 
He asked her once more to see if she still wanted this, wanted him. As her response, she drew him in for another kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck before nodding. Getting her confirmation, he pushed inside of her slowly, a high-pitched moan escaping her throat as he stretched her inexperienced walls to their limit. 
Letting out a low grunt, Bakugou finally bottoms out. The feelings of her heat gripping so tightly around his member was too much to handle. He leaned in and gave her another kiss, this time more passionate than the last. He could feel her sharp fangs as his tongue devoured her mouth. 
Before he started thrusting, the vampire gently cupped his cheeks and rubbed her thumb over his lips. Time had stopped as they laid there. Their bare chests pressed against one another, close enough to feel their syncing heart beats. She had so many things she wanted to say to him after so many years apart. Years of wishing she had not left and had stayed by his side despite the risks. Yet now, he is right in front of her, leaning into her hold, his eyes solely trained on her. 
"Kastuki, stay with me forever.” The vampire pleaded. 
“I will.” The man spoke immediately, his voice husky and rough, yet tender as if reciting his vows. 
She leaned into the crook of his neck, her fangs bared. “Never leave me." 
"Never planned on it.” He groans out as he slowly starts thrusting his hips. 
“Do you-...Do you promise?” She spoke through her moans, grazing her teeth over the surface of his pulse point. 
“I do, 'cause you belong to me.” She harshly bit down as he finished his sentence. Bakugou inhaled sharply at the pain, but it quickly subsided. When she let go of his neck and placed his forehead on hers, stopping the rutting his hips. 
“You belong to me too now, Katsuki." 
"I always did, Y/n." 
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- 4 Months Later - 
"Hey, have you heard?” A man at the tavern asked his group of friends. 
“No, what is it?" 
"Apparently, the Vampire Queen just married a new King!” The man shouted. 
“Wait, shouldn’t she be dead?" 
"Yeah, wasn’t there a vampire hunter that was sent to kill her?” A woman chimed in. 
“He’s been missing for months now. He’s already a dead man.” Another man said, joining in on the gossip. 
“And get this, after the new King came, a lot of things changed. Now it is impossible to get into vampire territory.” The first man kept explaining. 
“I wonder why?” His friend asked no one in particular. 
“Maybe they just want no humans intruding on their bloodsucker rituals.” The woman scoffs. 
“But vampire incidents have become rare nowadays, so I don’t think they’re killing humans anymore.” A darker skinned woman clarified. 
“They most likely just want to be left alone.” The bartender spoke. 
“But why? Don’t they need blood to live or something?” Another person at the tavern asked. 
“Yes. But they don’t need to be human blood. They can also drink the blood of animals.” He responds. 
“So your sayin’ that they just started drinking animal blood now or something? There’s no way those monsters would be so merciful." 
The bartender picked up a dirty glass and started to clean it. "You see, it is said that if the Queen wills it, then all vampires under her are obliged to obey." 
"Why all of the sudden?” The dark skinned woman ponders. 
“Well, there’s this old saying…” The bartender smiled, his eyes shining a deep shade of red that goes unseen by the drunkards in front of him. He places the sparkly clean glass in its holder.  “A love once lost now awakened love is a blessing on the entire world.”
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“That’s stupid, old man. There’s no way that’s the reason. You don’t know nothing.” The first man said, making the other people nod in agreement.
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luvymelody · 5 months
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bakugou katsuki - gemini : ethan low
"kiss me right now."
y/n stubbornly said, her arms crossing above her chest and as bakugou looked down at her with a rise in his eyebrow.
"why?"
"what do you mean why! i shouldn't need a reason to kiss you do i?"
y/n exclaimed, her arms lightly hitting his exposed arms as if he could feel any pain or slight discomfort. he wore his sleeveless black shirt as they trained together outside the dorm building. the sun was starting to set outside and the two of them were taking a break together.
"you don't deserve it."
"how?!"
"you haven't hit me good enough yet dumbass."
"don't matter i'm working hard enough- i'm done anyway!"
y/n swung around on the spot infront of bakugou and was about to walk away and head to the entrance of the dorms but bakugou held her hand, causing her head to turn around again to witness bakugou with a smirk on his face.
"you give up already princess?"
"yeah i can't be bothered anymore,"
she tried to shake her hand out of his grip, twisting and turning her wrist and shaking his hand, also trying to pry his fingers off, but his grip was so strong around her hand it was impossible, so she gave up.
"i'll let go if you hit me, just once."
"ugh fine."
bakugou let go of her hand and got into his stance, y/n stretched her back and also got into her stance, but then she quickly took off in the opposite direction, grabbing her jacket that was on the floor aswell.
"hey! princess!"
bakugou ran towards her direction, she entered through the entrance and quickly sprinted to the elevator, pressing the buttons and spamming it as the door slowly closed, but then a hand stopped the two doors from closing together, the large hand of bakugou as he got into the elevator, closing the button to close, then pressing the top floor to give them the longest time that they could be together in the elevator.
they stood parallel to each other, bakugou turned only his head to look to y/n, y/n felt his eyes boring into her head and sh also turned her head as she stared to his lips, bakugou doing the same. she leaned in a little bit, but then bakugou smashed his lips against hers, she reciprocated, tangling her fingers in his hair as his hands held onto her hips with a desperate grip lingering on.
y/n licked the bottom of his lip, sticking out her tongue and bakugou reacted immediately, dipping his tongue into her mouth and their spit travelled throughout each others mouths. she separated from him and his lips attached to her neck, trailing down further and further as her whimpers and noises from her mouth got louder and louder, the elevator door dinged but y/n and bakugou were too lost in ecstasy to care.
not realizing their classmate, todoroki standing at the door of the elevator, watching the two of them making out as he slowly retreated to the stairs, going to ask midoriya on why they kissing so passionately in the elevator.
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year
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He's home
Characters : Bakugo/ Fem reader
Genre : Fluff, tooth rotting sweetness/ drabble
Summary : When he comes back home after a long day's work, you're the only one he wants to hold in his arms.
Masterlist|Second Masterlist
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A dream? It almost felt like it, although the feeling of his lips on your skin has always been unmistakable, so maybe it wasn't a dream after all.
_ ".. Katsuki?" his name left your mouth in a broken whisper, one that was affected by remnants of sleep.
_ "Hey beautiful, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," he was kneeling right by your side, hand gripping the couch's arm rest, "why are you sleeping here? I told you not to wait up didn't I?" he meant to scold you for not getting a proper slumber in your bed, but his soft smile and gentle voice betrayed him.
_ "I know, but I couldn't do that before seeing you first, it's.." you stopped mid sentence, eyes widening as your vision finally cleared up, "you're hurt!"
Night shifts are the worst, only the most wicked and monstrous villains enjoy roaming the streets at those late hours, and even a hero as powerful and vigorous as your boyfriend can still get harmed if he's not careful enough.
_ "I'm fine babe it's nothing." he tried to reassure you, standing back up and extending his arm out for you to hold on to and follow his lead.
You did, wordlessly squeezing his hand and walking towards the bathroom where the first aid kit was stored.
He truly wasn't badly injured, only a scratch on his forehead and a few bruises here and there, but that didn't stop you from worrying or imagining how those injuries came to be. You were lost in your own world, tracing the dark marks on his chest and arms, until a soft chuckle snapped you back to your senses.
_ "I'm truly fine y/n, though I really don't mind the extra attention." he teased, cradling your cheeks and leaning in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.
He knows the pressure you face on a daily basis, being linked to pro hero Dynamight. The constant distress you're left with each time he's on a mission, the curious paparazzi and jealous fans you find yourself surrounded by ech time you're outside, and who crave nothing but some juicy tidbits about their favorite controversial hero.
He knows it's hard for you and it makes him feel guilty even with your constant reminders that he shouldn't.
He shouldn't, because it was a choice that you have never regretted, you simply cannot imagine being without him, the love and trust and closeness you two share will not be broken no matter what faces you.
_ "I should have been more careful I know." he sounded apologetic but that was not what you wanted, all you ever wanted was for him to be safe, and all you needed to do at that moment was to comfort him.
_ "That's alright honey, you're here now, and you're okay." you smiled tenderly as you continued disinfecting the cut on his forehead before moving to apply ice packs on his bruises.
His fingers kept caressing your sides the whole time you were tending to his injuries, it was a small gesture, but somehow soothed you both.
_ "You can hop in the shower now, I'll be waiting in bed." you kissed him again, once on the cheek and another on the neck, smiling when he obediently did as asked.
Usually, he would give you a suggestive comment like asking if you wanted to join him, but not tonight.
Tonight he wanted to curl up in bed with you, to hold you in his arms as he falls asleep..
A few minutes was all it took for him to reappear, water droplets traveling down his naked torso and disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.
Your eyes lingered on his godly muscles just a bit before you wordlessly held out your arms for him, and he wasted no time getting under the covers and trapping you beneath his weight.
He's heavy, almost knocking the air out of your lungs, but you wouldn't give that up for the world. He finally allowed himself a relieved sigh as he squeezed you between his arms and nuzzled your chest.
_ "How was it tonight?" you asked cautiously, unsure if he would like to share that with you, he has always preferred to leave his work matters outside the door after all, since he didn't want anything else to steal his attention away from you. Your time together is the highlight of his day, and the thought of you between his arms is what gives him strength and drives him to do his hardest so he could finally come back to you.
_ "It was fine babe, there is nothing to worry about, trust me." he whispered against your skin, tightening his hold on you.
You didn't need to hear more than that, and the giggles escaping your throat when his lips trailed feathery pecks along your neck and chest were genuine, happy, relieved.
_ "It tickles!" you ran your fingers through his damp hair before grabbing a fistful of those soft unruly locks.
_ "I love you y/n." his voice was slightly above a whisper, as he pressed his ear to your chest and listened to your steady heartbeat.
_ "I love you more Katsuki."
He was back in your arms again, so at least for tonight, you can sleep tightly knowing that he was safe, that he was with you.
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ectologia · 2 months
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♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊
𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ノ noncon ノ bullying ノ pussy wedgie ノ wedgie ノ fondling ノ pussy inspecting ノ public indecency ノ humiliation ノ profanity
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Bully Bakugou and how poorly he treats everyone around him.
He’ll shoulder barge and shove his way through the halls in between periods, curling his lip into a snarl if anyone dares address him as he stamps on their toes. He’ll wring his bag straps in between his sweaty palms, intimidating on lookers when they see tendrils of smoke billowing from the charred material, evidence of his brewing temper. The significantly weaker students fall prey to his avarice, cowering in fear as he picks them up from their ankles and shakes them like fish in a bag, chuckling with a “thought ‘cha said you didn’t have any on ya’?” as dimes of silver and bronze bounce out of their pockets and onto the floor. He doesn’t need their lunch money, he’s got plenty of cash, but he just can’t help himself from laughing when he drops the poor things right on their heads, brushing his hands clean of them as they cry out when their skulls meet the concrete with a cack.
In class, he’s no better. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not stupid by any means. In fact, he’s top of the class in most of his lessons, academically at least. But as always with Bakugou, when things get too easy, he gets bored. And when he gets bored, he gets destructive. Spit balls become scrunched up paper, then pencils, then mechanical pens, then compasses. It’s only until he inevitably gets scolded for almost impaling somebody from behind does he blow up. Swearing isn’t uncommon, along with the snark and name calling. On most occasions he’ll exit with a dramatic push of his chair, chucking it onto the floor before slamming the door shut, storming out with a murmured “fuckin’ old cunt” before flinging his bag against the lockers with a resounding clang, while he waits to be escorted to withdrawal.
Excluding his tight knit group of close friends, most tend to steer clear of the abrasive blonde in fear of losing their heads.
Apart from you, of course
He finds you to be a funny little thing. Like a mouse up against a bear when you turn to yell at him, cussing him out in front of everyone when he smushes you up against the wall during transition. The first time, he was only stunned. Shocked, to say the least. That one, somebody had actually dared stand up to him. And two, that that somebody happened to be a teensy little pipsqueak in a skirt and knee high socks.
He’s intrigued by you from the get go, wanting to know who you are, where you’re from, why he’s never seen you before. And soon enough, that interest begins to twist into something a little more than dangerous. Passionate, if you will.
A pattern arises, a schedule that he rarely deviates from. At break, he’ll elbow you into the lockers with a snide remark about your appearance. Lunch, he’ll barge his way into the food line, conveniently just a place ahead of you, always turning with a harsh side-eye when he picks up on your croons and complaints. After school, you’d write as the worst. An inconvenience that his route is not too different from yours. The jeers and shouts always come, along with the trash and rocks getting kicked up at your knees. And sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly devilish .. He’ll touch you.
He’ll touch you in all those harsh ways, grab your shoulder, ball the hem of your skirt in his greasy fists before hooking a thick, beefy bicep around your neck as you splutter. Whispering with hot, smoke ridden breaths into your ear as you scratch at the expensive watch clasped around his tanned wrist.
“Hey, squirt.”
“What do you want now, Bakugou? I need to go home.” You push at his arm, your feet clashing beneath you as your soles slip and slide over his shoes, rolling your ankles with uneven footing.
The rickety brush of gravel fills the otherwise desolate drive, a sound you’ll forever associate with moments like these.
“Yeah, I know. I gotta’ talk to you ‘bout summin’ first though.” His chest puffs against your shoulders, the sharp scent of sandalwood cleansing your nostrils with it’s acidity.
“What?”
He spins you around, face to face and toe to toe, looking down on you despite the fact you’ve had him by the balls since day one. “Fuck was that look today?”
“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point, still with that same dumbfounded and foolish expression, the one where your brows curl and your mouth gapes. He tells you you look stupid like that, but god knows it’s the most adorable little face he’s ever seen.
“That bitchy little side-eye you gave me in math.”
“I didn’t side-eye you.” This time, it’s your turn to barge him. Shoving past with a grimace as you swing your bag onto your other shoulder, making haste — only to be swept back again.
“Oh yes you fuckin’ did.”
Your bag is torn off of your back, left swinging between his fingers.
“Hey, give it back!”
In a split second decision, you lunge at him. Like a panther, you pounce, scratching and clawing at the brawny arm that shields you from your belongings.
He drops it on the floor in favour of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over and bowing you down until your forehead meets the pavement, digging loose stones into your skin. You look like a dog baying for scraps, crumpled at his feet by the scruff of your neck. His calloused digits squeeze the delicate tendons in your neck, making you yelp out a squeal.
“Now, listen here you little shit.” He squats down over you, the baggy pouch of his crotch practically resting atop your head. “Next time I see you give me a filthy fuckin’ look like that, I’ll punch your fuckin’ lights out. Got it?”
His words are spat with venom and sharpened to a point, giving no room for disagreement.
“Mhm.”
You assume this is your cue to get up, poising yourself on your hands and knees — up until an odd, tightening sensation tears through your middle. You squawk, snapping your head up with wide eyes like a skittish rabbit as the plain of your panties thins into a skinny strip, sinking into the pudge of your pussy lips and wrapping around your clit. The stringy fabric digs all the way into your crack, kissing the entrance of your scrunched asshole and creaking as Katsuki’s fists rips it up past the small of your back.
“Bakugou!” You shriek, already with two hands flailing and swatting at his arm behind you
He only smirks, trapping you in the confines of your own underwear as he pinches the hem of your skirt up. “Well, wouldja’ look at that.” He gives a low, prolonged whistle at the sight of your plush mound twitching and quivering around the crotch of your panties. “I always wondered what kind of pussy lips you had. Turns out, you’ve got the cute kind.” He snorts when you wail, legs quivering around his wrist as he pulls on one of your labia. “Very pretty little cunt you got there, huh squirt?”
“Ow, ow, ow! Bakugou, stop!” You yip, hopping up and down to ease the burn as he tugs on the waistband of your pants clutched in his fist, stringing you along like a puppet as the searing cotton rubs through the valley of your quim, pushing back and forth over your throbbing hole and clitty. He watches in awe, his mouth agape as he cocks his head like a curious child playing with a toy train, invigorated by the way your puffy slit contorts and flares.
After growing bored, he relents, letting the stretched elastic snap back against your hips.
“Remember what I said, yeah?”
You don’t hear him, to concerned with plucking the drenched piece of distorted fabric out of your nether regions.
“Hey.” He smacks the back of your head. “Remember what I fuckin’ said, yeah?“
“Ouch, yes.” You snap, soothing where his rendition of a “tap” nearly left a dent in your skull, leaning to pick your now scuffed backpack up off the ground.
“Good.” He checks his phone with a sigh, then his watch, before sauntering past. Shoulder barging you once again as though nothing had ever happened. “See you ‘round, bitch face.”
“Prick.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing..”
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imagination-mess · 5 months
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You could read this (Izuku) before this post for it to make sense since it's different timelines and are connected to each other post-wise.
Imagine the Pro Hero Dynamight at the Hero Expo signing, taking pictures, and talking to fans. He continually keeps seeing the same book repeatedly when fans are asking him to sign it for them. He attempted to find it at the plaza and discovered they had sold all the books out. There were a limited amount of books that were available early in the day. He will stay with curiosity. 
After the long weekend at the Expo, he was just dying to go home after the long weekend he had. He needs to not socialize for a week.
He was carrying duffle bags filled with gifts from his fans. He gets stopped by Kirishima who was delivering a gift from a fan who was too scared to give it to him which is a book with a dragon behind a blond man on the cover. The same one that he saw early among the fans.
When he finally gets home, he immediately drops the duffle bags and goes to freshen up before going to bed. It was exhausting to socialize with his fans. He loves his fans, but he needs his breaks between them. 
This is the only Hero Expo he would do because they are the only ones who would follow his accommodation. He hates being in tight, crowded places. They didn’t overbook him, unlike other places that he never went back to. They would put his section on one of the higher floors to have more room. The staff majority of the time are fans of him, but treated him professionally and showed respect for his boundaries. He gives them a picture and signature at the end of the day to show his appreciation to them. 
Due to him only doing it at this expo specifically, his VIP tickets would always be sold out within an hour after the tickets opened. The combo tickets get posted later that day after an announcement, to be sold out within less than an hour. 
It was the next day that he organized his fans' gifts and put them in a room filled with them. He takes some back to his office at his hero agency. 
When it was the end of the week, he was finally free from his duties as a hero. He took a seat in his recliner to give the book a try. The book has been mocking him for the past week.
If it doesn’t get his attention within 2 chapters, he is dropping it. That’s what he told himself, only to be glued to the book. 
Bakugou has a physical and verbal reaction while reading it, especially the betrayal and backstabbing section of the book. He was cursing the fictional character hell and back. He had to put the book down for a bit because he was getting heated. 
There was a coincidence that parallels his life, especially feeling guilty over something that was out of their control. The main character in the book, their mentor, loses their abilities in the process of bringing more time for the main character to escape for safety. The character blamed himself, but the mentor wanted him to live. It was like things like that. 
Within a few hours, he finished the book and just stared at the wall where there was a portrait of his friends at a bar. His mind just progressed what he read because, damn, it was a rollercoaster of emotions. 
He went online to see if there were other books from the same author. This book came from a fanfiction website and got published without the other's permission. The author's accounts were already deleted when he went and tried to look up their account. 
He could see the fans cursing each other because some fans were harassing the author on posting the books back online because they took it down for fear of getting sued. It was trending on social media. 
There is a bunch of fan art floating through the internet that was reposted by the deleted original author account who was an artist as well. They were a bunch of fan art that was reposted. There are a variety of alternative universes of himself throughout the fanart that he found himself scrolling through. The author drew portraits related to the stories they wrote. 
He may or may not have saved the Dragon King fanart from his phone to his home screen. Now he was left curious about the other books, if they were as good as The Dragon King. 
He may or may not have demanded Izuku to let him borrow the Demon Prince and The Mage when Bakugou saw them in the other Pro Heroes Office bookshelf.
Next Pro Hero Shoto
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justanobodywriter · 1 year
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Hate Sex
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Katsuki Bakugo
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Cw: female bodied reader (no pronouns used), reader does wear a dress, alcohol, use of doll, veginal fingering, degredation, penetration, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, lots of hate mentioned but it's sexy hate, male and female orgasm, no protection used
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It had been years since you had seen everyone again. You couldn't have been more excited... well, you could have if they didn't invite him.
"Come on, we're gonna miss the Uber," Mina whined at you.
With one final look in the mirror, you smoothed out your dress, and slid on your heels, "Ok, I'm coming."
She practically pulled you from the apartment and down to the street. She had the idea to get an Uber to and from the small bar that you all had decided to meet at. It wasn't often you all could get off and meet up. More or less on a day where everyone could have a couple drinks and let loose.
The car ride was short lived and filled with Mina making conversation with you about anything and everything. She lived next door to you, so she was just about the only one who you kept in touch with... well her and some of the boys who would frequent her apartment for movie night.
"Why don't you seem excited?" she asked suddenly, as the car halted.
You smiled, "It's just been so long since I've had to interact with him. Just a little worried he will bring his sour attitude with him today."
"He's not so bad," Mina giggled.
The two of you exited the car in style to be met with half the class outside standing and greeting one another. You both walked over to join them, giving hugs and telling everyone about how much you missed them all this time.
"Hey, I heard Tokoyami got us the VIP section reserved, let's get inside," Denki reminded everyone.
Tokoyami always was cooler than anyone gave him credit for back in the day.
"He must be inside," you groaned to Mina.
She just waved you off and continued catching up.
Sure enough, as soon as you entered the VIP section, he was sitting at a table with Kirishima and Izuku, looking uninterested as ever.
At least we have that in common you thought to yourself, as parties like this weren't really your thing.
You greeted everyone inside, stopping at Bakugo. You looked him up and down as he stood before you.
There always was an arrogant air that radiated off of him that seemed to not be as strong. However, he himself was very strong. He was large in the chest as he always had been, and much more muscular everywhere. You thought that the TV didn't do his physique justice.
You stretched out your hand which he scoffed and, yet still shook it.
"Been a while, Bakugo," you smiled.
"Sure has," he spoke, removing his hand from yours quite harshly.
"Who wants shots?" Mina asked, in a sing-song voice as she came walking to the table with two trays filled with shots.
You walked over and joined everyone in taking a celebratory shot. After the first shot and toast, everyone went to get drinks and more shots.
You got your signature drink and then plopped down with Momo, Ochaco, and Shoto to catch up. Everyone made their rounds to different tables to get to talk to one another. One drink became two that turned into three. One shot became two and three and then four.
The fourth shot, was a jello shot in a small cup. Everyone took them together.
You couldn't help but look over to Bakugo who effortlessly, pressed his tongue into the cup, sliding it around and then removing all of the jello in one fell swoop.
You practically choked when he looked at you to make eye contact as he chewed the jello and swallowed it. He rolled his eyes at you and then turned away to talk to everyone again.
Shit, why was that so hot?
You tried to move on with your night, but found it hard when all you could think about was his tongue and being down-
"Hey, whatcha drinkin'?" Izuku asked with a large smile plastered across his face.
You smiled up at him and gave him your drink order. He quickly went and retrieved you one, seeing as yours was empty.
You realized when he came back that you had been left at a table alone.
"Here, it's on me," he smiled.
"You didn't have to do that," you scolded.
"My treat," he shrugged.
You took a sip, enjoying a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you. It had been a busy and social night... more than you were used to... or liked.
"So, can I ask what you're doing after this?" Izuku asked. "Or is that too forward?"
You giggled, "My you sure did get confident in your old age. It isn't too forward. I'll be going home by myself to my nice empty apartment."
"M-maybe I could-cou-well maybe I could-" he stammered out, face turning a bright shade of red.
"Hey, you gonna dance with me?" Bakugo asked, shocking both you adn Izuku.
He had appeared out of nowhere, just being right next to you with an outstretched hand.
The situation was left awkward as you sat looking up at him, "Sure."
You took his hand and let him lead you off to the dance floor. There, he spun you to face him. His hands gripped tight around your waist. He moved the both of you to the beat.
Alcohol swirled through your veins allowing him to move you as he pleased.
"What's the deal?" you finally asked. "I thought you hated me."
"I do," he shrugged with a smirk. He leaned into your ear, and lightly bit your earlobe. "I hate how sexy you are. I hate how long you've made me wait to have your slutty little cunt. Gonna let me have it tonight?"
You were a bit shocked, but something about the way he was growling in your ear, sent a shock straight to your core.
You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him back to look at you, "Think you can handle me?"
He smirked, "Oh, doll, I don't think you can handle me."
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Tongues and teeth fought for dominance as clothes were stripped and discarded around the apartment. It had taken too long to get there.
Bakugo had fingered you in the backseat of the Uber while you palmed him through his pants the whole way back. It was killing you both not to have each other now.
"Hate you so much," he breathed, while leading you to his bedroom. "Always hated you. You always walked around so pretty, in those little skirts. Always killing me. Always better than me. Can't take it. Gonna make a mess of you."
You let out a squeak as he pushed you back onto the bed. Your legs on either side of him spread wide. He was just looking down at you.
He pulled his boxers down, to reveal his large cock.
He didn't give any time or warning before pressing into you, quickly. He pounded his hips against yours. His pace was ungodly quick and eager.
"Fucking hate you," he grunted out.
It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. You reached down to rub your clit, but a harsh smack was laid to it instead, by a hand that wasn't your own.
"Little slut can't even wait to cum?" Bakugo mocked. "You do as I say, got it?"
You nodded, biting your lip and whimpering.
You wanted to hate his words, but they just pressed you closer and closer to the edge.
"Yeah, that's right, take it, you slut," he spat.
Your head pressed back into the pillows impossibly hard. It was too much. You couldn't take it.
"Please, let me cum," you begged.
He chuckled as he brought his fingers down to pinch at your clit. He swirled around it and gave you the stimulation you needed to clench around him. Moans and profanities left your lips as you came undone over him, but he didn't let up. He kept going at a pace that was inhuman and continued to work at your clit.
"Give me another," he growled at you.
As if on command, you came undone again around him. It was all too much. There was a new pressure building up in you. Finally, a clear liquid covered his cock and lower half.
"That's it, cum all over my cock, slut," he grunted.
His hips began to falter as he leaned over you, attacking your neck and chest.
With only a few more thrusts, he came deep inside of you, coating your insides with his seed.
Without another word, he got up and cleaned you up, even taking the time to get a wet rag and clean you.
When he was done, you got up and began searching for your clothes.
"What are you doing?" Bakugo snapped, confused look plastered on his face.
You rolled your eyes, "Leaving."
Before you knew it, strong hands were pulling your clothes from you and throwing them across the room. He took your hand in his and lead you over to the bed and pressed you lightly down and in before climbing in after you.
"Just stay here," he spoke, cuddling up with you.
You giggled, "Bakugo, you don't have to do this."
"It's Katsuki," he said, disregarding your protests to stay.
You let yourself calm and cuddle back into him, letting out a content sigh.
"Besides, why leave when we can go for round two," you heard him snicker behind you, already feeling him get hard again.
You were in for a long night.
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The next time you meet Dynamite it’s actually planned and somehow that feels a thousand times worse than the random encounters from before.
It’s been a couple of months since the last time you had seen him, your little fluff piece having done well enough that it had landed you with a couple more lighthearted assignments that had been a welcome break from all the serious doom and gloom you tended to get lumbered with. Not that you didn’t like the serious stuff, just, it got a little monotonous when that’s all you ever dealt with.
In the few months since seeing him you had managed to convince yourself that all you felt for the man was a childish crush, the whole mysterious enigma thing he had going on making you fixate on him more than you would any other man who had caught your eye over the years. After all, you were a journalist and unpicking mysteries, and half-truths was one of your favourite things to do and the hero was definitely a mystery but that’s all it was. The thrill of unravelling a new and admittedly handsome mystery. Dynamite was a private person to the extent that no one really knew anything about him outside of his hero work and you were just dying to be the first one to unravel all his secrets. That’s all. Definitely not a full-blown attraction to the man that just got worse the more time you spent with him.
So, you got on with your life, pushing the explosive blonde to the back of your mind as best as you could considering he was all over the news and instead channelled all your attention and effort into your work. For the most part it worked, that was until an assignment landed on your desk that threatened to undo all your hard work.
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Dynamite didn’t give interviews. In the years since he had first exploded onto the hero scene, he had given maybe half a dozen interviews and only two of them had been proper sit-down ones, the rest kind of forced on him after an incident that always devolved into the hero yelling and swearing at whatever reporter was stupid enough to get in his way. Not that the sit-down ones went any better. He clearly hadn’t wanted to be there, and his answers had been short and clipped, the blonde visibly trying not to snap or swear. His restraint didn’t last though, the interviewer asking one too many personal questions that he didn’t want to answer and the whole thing would blow up quicker than one of his explosions and just as violently.
So yeah, Dynamite didn’t do interviews and especially not ones that required him to be a bit more open about his personal life so when a request arrived in your inbox from his agencies PR team you felt justified in assuming it was some sort of prank or joke from your friends and had quickly sent it to the bin, completely forgetting about it by mid-morning. That was your first mistake of the day, your second had been assuming that the first mistake wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.
It hadn’t been a joke.
According to your rather angry boss the next day Dynamites agency were looking to improve the hero's reputation with an all-access interview that the hero was refusing to have anything to do with unless he got to pick the journalist who would be poking their nose in his business and for some unknown reason the explosive blonde had picked you. That had left you a little stunned, staring at your boss like they had grown a third head, but they just kept barrelling on about how good an opportunity this would be not only for your career but also the magazine and completely ignoring the mini melt down you were currently experiencing.
This couldn’t actually be happening, could it? This had to be some kind of mistake, a joke even. Dynamite didn’t do interviews, the man barely even speaking about his accomplishments let alone what he got up to when he wasn’t in his uniform. You said exactly that to your boss, cutting them off mid rant but you hadn’t been able to wait. All that had gotten you was a laugh, your boss spouting some rubbish about Dynamite finally getting his act together and realising he needs to offer something of himself up to the public to get anywhere with his career. You would have called them out on how untrue that was, the explosive hero never once having cared what people thought of him but before you could get another word out you were being ushered out of your boss's office and informed that you would hear from the agency within the next few days to set things up.
You were left standing in the hallway feeling like you had just stepped out of a fever dream and had no clue what the hell was even going on now. You couldn’t understand why Dynamite was practically forcing this on you. There were a hundred different reporters out there he could have picked. Ones with better reputations who were more popular amongst the masses. You were just an average, run of the mill journalist who worked for a small and barely functioning magazine. Why the hell would he pick you of all people to be saddled with such a monumental task? Answering your own question, you get a flash back to that day at the charity photo shoot and his booming laugh as you told him it didn’t hurt to have a friend in the press.
Was it really that simple? Dynamite picking the only journalist he knew and hoping you would gloss over all his flaws and boost his popularity? The thought stung but if you were being realistic it made sense. He didn’t know you other than some fluff piece reporter who didn’t pay enough attention to their surroundings when walking home in the dead of night. It was a known fact he disliked the press and you were probably just the best of a bad bunch. This was a tactical decision, and you had no reason to feel anything but gratitude and excitement for the opportunity this would present you and it really was an opportunity, the best one you had had since the first time you got to interview Hawks. If you could pull this off without it resulting in an argument, property damage or the number four hero storming out it would open up a lot of doors for you considering you would be the first journalist to make it through an interview unscathed.
It only took a week from them to get everything arranged, Dynamite’s agency sending over a list of banned questions along with an outline of what they wanted from you. It wasn’t anything new, you had done these kinds of interviews before and there was always the same sort of things that heroes don't want to discuss. Most common were their relationships and families, along with any political based questions and the odd one about any scandals they might have been involved in recently.
Dynamites was lacking a few things though, most notably the questions about his relationship status and that just left you more confused than ever considering his refusal to talk about those kinds of things in the past. Your boss had been over the moon though, giving you their own list of questions that you had every intention of ignoring. You were sure it was an oversight and you would not risk the blonde’s anger just to state some idle gossips curiosity. If anyone asked why you hadn’t taken the opportunity you would just tell them he had refused to answer, it’s not like it wasn’t a believable lie.
When the day of the interview rolled around you had been nervous, unwilling to admit that it was because you were about to see Dynamite again and not because of how much pressure you were under to make sure this went well. You had barely been able to stomach a lite breakfast and you had been so distracted that you were sure you had washed your hair twice. You ended up having to give yourself a stern talking to, glaring at your half-dressed reflection as you reminded yourself yet again that this was a job, you were being paid and a certain level of professionalism was expected of you and you had no intention of screwing up your reputation that you had worked hard for just because you had a celebrity crush on the hero. It had surprisingly worked and you had managed to get through the rest of your morning routine without another bout of teenage stupidity.
Getting to your agreed upon venue was a different story.
You shouldn’t have been surprised as you had been when you had been given the address, knowing that Dynamite liked his privacy. A lot of heroes did and you often did your one on one interviews in secluded back rooms of trusted establishments that allowed them to relax without the pressure of the public's eyes on them but never once had they asked you to their homes and you were pretty sure that was where you were heading, to Dynamites home.
You had looked the place up as soon as you had gotten the address just like you always had but instead of a bar, restaurant or cafe like it normally was you had found yourself looking at a photo of a residential high rise in one of the wealthiest parts of the city. You had double checked with the agency that you had been given the right address and when they had confirmed that you had you had spent a considerable amount of time trying to find out why on earth they were sending you there of all places. The only logical conclusion you had been able to come to was that it was the heroes home address and that had sent you into a blind panic that had resulted in you getting drunk like the responsible adult you were and half convincing yourself that this was all some sort of elaborate joke your friends were playing on you in an attempt to make fun of your obvious and childish crush on the hero.
Even standing in front of the apartment door, your hand hovering above the sleek black wood, you weren’t one hundred percent convinced that one of your friends weren’t lurking, waiting to see your reaction when you distributed some poor persons Sunday morning. There was only one way to find out though and after taking a deep breath to try and gain some sort of composure you had knocked three times, loud and clear and way more confident than you had felt. You held your breath, the sound of movement coming from within the apartment before the door was being yanked open and your breath came whooshing back out in one go. It really hadn’t been a joke.
Dynamite looks different out of his uniform, standing before you in black sweatpants, a black tank top and house slippers. His eyes are still just as fierce but there’s something almost soft about him and you can’t help but feel like you're intruding on something you were never meant to see. He doesn’t give you a chance to process what you’re seeing before he’s stepping out the way and demanding you get in. Obviously, you do as he said, quickly scurrying in and clutching at the strap of your bag like it’s a lifeline. He shuts the door behind you with a definitive click and it’s only then that it really hits you where you are and with who. Somehow knowing you were going to end up here didn’t really help with the reality of the situation.
Everything’s a little awkward, the two of you standing in the genkan and neither of you breaking the heavy silence that’s fallen over you. You can feel his eyes on you, your skin tingling as you fidget with the strap of your bag and yet you can’t bring yourself to look up from where you’re staring at his slipper covered feet, worried that if you do he will be able to see how badly his cosy home look was affecting you. It was one thing to see him in his hero costume, all hard muscles and power as he put his life on the line time and time again, but this was something else entirely and you were pretty sure you were going to remember him like this for years to come.
Surprisingly Dynamite is the one to break the silence, telling you where you can put your shoes and directing your attention to a waiting pair of slips that matched his own. He’s walking off down the hallway before you can even think about pulling your boots off, calling over his broad shoulder for you to make yourself comfortable before disappearing around the corner. You stand there like a brain-dead idiot for a long couple of minutes, just staring down the corridor and giving your brain a chance to catch up with what was going on. It’s all a little surreal, more like a dream than reality and before you do what he said you make sure to pinch yourself, just to make sure. The sharp stinging pain that shoots down your arm is enough to get you moving, tucking your boots into the stand before slipping your feet into the slippers and following after the hero.
You’re not sure what you had been expecting when you stepped out into the main living area, but the modern minimalist decor doesn’t really surprise you all that much. The walls are white, the furniture different shades of black and grey that stand out from the walls but blend well together. Everything is immaculate, not a single bit of clutter to be seen and you would bet money on the fact that you wouldn’t find a single speck of dust anywhere. The apartment itself is a decent enough size, open and light with large windows that overlook the city. What you assume is the bedroom and facilities are off to the right, hidden away behind black wooden doors that match the one you had just come through. To your left is the open plan kitchen, everything as modern and sparkling clean as the rest of the apartment.
That’s where Dynamite is, effortlessly moving around the space as he pulls cups from the cupboard and sets about making what looks like a fresh pot of coffee. You can’t help but watch him as you make your way over to the sofa, placing your bag down on the coffee table as you go. He’s stopped moving, back turned towards you as he watches the coffee slowly fill the pot. There’s a tension in his shoulders, his hands braced against the counter and causing the muscles in his back to bunch up. You should be ashamed of the fact that you're checking the man out and some part of you is but you were also only human and the man had some quite frankly amazing shoulders and you dared anyone not to take a peak when they were right there, on display for all to see.
Something clicks, Dynamite shifting as he does something with the pot. The movement snaps you out of your daze and feeling embarrassed about your actions you quickly turn your back on the man, desperate to distract yourself from the temptation he presents and once again having to remind yourself that you were supposed to be working. In an attempt to get back on track you unpack your bag, placing your notebook and pencil onto the coffee table followed by your tape recorder and spare tape. You always made notes with this kind of thing but you liked to have a recording to refer back to when it came time to actually write the article, otherwise you ran the risk of misquoting and you refused to be one of those journalists that were always having to apologise for mistakes in their work.
Your jacket comes off next, lead over the back of the armchair you were claiming as your own for the couple of hours you would be here. The chair faced out, giving you an almost complete view of the room whilst also putting you close enough to the door just in case everything went wrong and you had to make a quick getaway. Not that that was going to happen. Hopefully.
Feeling a little bit like a loose end whilst you waited for the hero to come back you decided to have a look around, taking Dynamite’s offer to relax to heart and heading straight to his bookcase. It’s not just books waiting for you on the shelves, a couple of framed photos of the hero with his friends and what you think are his parents dotted around amongst the books on hero theory, engineering, and cooking. There’s an award he had gotten a couple of years ago for saving a school bus full of kids and what looks like a limited edition All Might statue still safely tucked away in its packaging and away from direct sunlight. It’s not a lot but it’s enough to get you interested, questions already forming in your mind that could help you and the public to get to know the hero a little better.
It’s just as you're about to pick up his graduation photo that Dynamite comes back, tray in hand that looks like it was full to bursting. You quickly put the photo back trying to help the man but he out right refused, demanding you sit down and get out of his way before you knock something over. You huff and roll your eyes at that but you do take your seat in the previously claimed armchair, watching the blonde as he unloads a pot of coffee, as well as a milk jug and sugar bowl onto the table along with two cups and a plate of what look like cookies. It’s a lot more than you thought you would get and the next few moments are taken up with the blonde serving you as you talk him through how you take your coffee and sounding just as confused as you felt. You thanked him when he handed you cup over, the hero’s cheeks dusted a light pink as he refused to make eye contact with you. You had used his hero name to address him, the same as you always did with the heroes that you interviewed but apparently that had been the wrong thing to do in this case.
He had pulled a face at you, his nose scrunching up and lip curling to slightly show off his perfect teeth. If you hadn’t been so taken back by the action you probably would have thought it was weirdly adorable but as it was you were too focused on what the man was saying to pay attention to anything else. He didn’t want to be called by his hero name. Said he wasn’t at work so to call him Katsuki or Kats or at the very least Bakugou. Anything but his hero name. It was a weird request from the notoriously private man but everything about this interview was weird and it left you feeling like you were missing something. A feeling you didn’t like.
You nodded, indicating your understanding and after a few second hesitation you had settled on addressing him as Bakugou, not feeling comfortable enough to call him by his first name despite how much you wanted to. He huffs slightly at that, seemingly annoyed by your decision but before you can ask if there’s a problem he’s talking again, demanding you get started before he changes his mind. Not wanting to annoy your boss or his, you decide to let it go for now. The tape recorder gets turned on and you push it further towards the middle of the table so it would pick up the both of you. Once that’s in place you take up your notebook and pen, sinking back into the surprisingly comfortable chair and readying yourself for what’s to come.
The first few questions are a little stiff, Bakugou’s answers short and to the point and not really opening up the conversation. That’s not too much of a problem, the questions are only supposed to be icebreakers and get the man to relax a little. Just simple things about his current rank and his aspirations but they don’t seem to be working, the hero either purposely being difficult or so used to crappy journalists that he didn’t even realise he was doing it. You didn’t know which one was worse.
Frustrated and missing the easy back and forth you had had before at the charity event you try to rack your brain for something that will help him relax a little better than your standard go to questions. Your roaming eyes land back on the photo of Bakugou and friends at graduation. He looks happy, a rare smile on his younger self’s face. Red Riot has his arm slung over the blonde’s shoulder, his smile just as bright as always with Pinky on his other side and clinging to the redhead as she jumps up. On Bakugou’s other side is Chargebolt and Cellophane, the duo with their arms slung around one another and leaning into the blonde. They are all dressed in the U.A ceremony robes, holding on tightly to the pointless bits of paper that say they had successfully graduated, all of them looking like it’s the happiest day of their lives.
You say as much, nodding towards the photo when the blonde gives you a confused look. He stares at it for a moment, the crease between his furrowed brows smoothing out slightly as he smiles softly at what must be a fond memory. It’s easier from there Bakugou finding it easier to talk about his friends then himself but you can work with that. One story leads to another and soon enough your sides hurt from laughing and cheeks ache from how much you have been smiling.
You learn a lot about Bakugou from the things he tells you about his friends, things that he probably doesn’t even realise. Like how much he actually cares for them even though he complains about how much they annoy him and that he’s fiercely loyal and protective of those he lets in. You find out that he hadn’t gotten his provisional licence the first time round thanks to a brief comment about how Chargebolt had teased him about it and gotten an explosive palm to the face for his efforts. Thanks to a story about his graduation party you find out that he doesn’t have that high of an alcohol tolerance, that he’s an excellent just dance player and that his first kiss had been with Froppy during a drunken game of spin the bottle.
The two of you talk for ages and you even offer up your own stories about your time at college and university as well as a few tamer incidents from the work Christmas parties over the years. You don’t mind offering up bits of yourself, the supposed interview seeming more like a conversation between friends than actual work. You had abandoned your notebook a while ago, relying solely on your tape recorder to capture everything you would need. Not that you would use much of this in the interview. It was private, personal and even though the point of this interview was to show people the human side to the loud and somewhat rude hero you didn’t want to taint those significant memories by inviting everyone else into them.
You had been there for a good few hours, the coffee long gone and the conversation a lot more relaxed than it had been. Bakugou was clearly showing off, ginning like a mad man and gesturing with his hands as he tells you about how he had saved a train full of people from a villain with a tentacle quirk. You had seen it on the news but it was still interesting hearing it from his point of view and you were enjoying how animated he was being. So of course, that was when your stomach rumbled loudly and reminded you that your breakfast had barely been able to be called that.
The silence was instantaneous.
You had never been so embarrassed, your face heating up as you stuttered out an apology and some form of explanation that didn’t make you sound like a complete idiot. You didn’t think you were doing that good a job and the way Bakugou was glaring at you had you feeling like you had completely ruined your chance and were about to be told to get out. You're already trying to come up with an acceptable excuse for your boss when Bakugou gets up, calling you an idiot and demanding you follow him into the kitchen. Obviously, you follow him, quickly scrambling up from your seat and only just remembering to grab the tape recorder as you rush past.
You are only a couple of seconds behind him, maybe a minute tops but by the time you’ve made it into the kitchen Bakugou’s already pulling things out of his fridge, mumbling to himself about what he can make with what he’s got. All you can do is stand there and stare at him in shocked silence. It takes him slamming the fridge door to knock you out of your stupor, jumping at the sudden sound like a skittish animal. Your eyes dart between his serious scowl and the way he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, your confused brain too slow to work out exactly what was happening. It’s a surprise you even manage to get words out, let alone form a whole sentence though he doesn’t take too kindly to you asking what he’s doing.
He yells at you again, snapping his head round to glare at you as he calls you an idiot and points out the obvious. Of course, he’s making you lunch. How stupid of you not to realise that was what was happening. You didn’t even know he could cook, most pro-heroes you had interviewed being so busy they stuck to take out or simple ready meals that didn’t take too long to prepare. Bakugou was very much not like the other pros you had interviewed in the past though. The man was an enigma, and this was just one more layer to peel back and explore.
Once the initial shock of having the number four pro-hero cook for you had worn off you had quickly made your way into his kitchen, setting the still recording Dictaphone down and offering to help. You had honestly expected him to kick you out, if not his apartment, then at least the kitchen, the hero notorious for being a bit of a big-headed control freak but to your surprise he had given you a knife and a whole heap of vegetables to clean and cut up. You got to it straight away, following his direction on how he wanted everything, diced, cubed or julienned.
It was surprisingly nice, once he had stopped yelling and bossing you around that is.
It only took a few moments of a slightly awkward silence before you managed to remember why you were there and managed to get back to the interview you were supposed to be conducting. You took the opportunity to talk to him about his love for cooking, learning quickly that Bakugou had a love for all things spicy and a dislike for sweets. You spoke about his favourite dishes to cook, meals that stood out in his memories and why it was so important to him to eat fresh homemade food instead of junk from the grocery store. From there you had gotten into his workout routine and what specific things he had to do so his body could handle his quirk. He didn’t miss the opportunity to scold you for your own poor eating habits or to poke fun at your lack of a workout routine. That had you huffing in annoyance and mumbling under your breath whilst he laughed at you poorly hidden pout.
One moment bleeds into the next and before you know it you are sitting at his dining table with a steaming bowl of ramen in front of you. The food’s incredible, surprisingly so and you can’t help but moan at the first mouthful, mumbling about how good it is even as you shovel in another mouthful. By the time you manage to shut up and notice the awkward silence Bakugou is looking down at his own bowl with furrowed brows and a slight flush on his cheeks. Once again, your back to feeling like a complete idiot, mumbling out an apology and looking anywhere but at the blonde, even when he tells you it’s fine.
It’s back to feeling awkward again and you spend a long couple of minutes eating in silence as you try to work out what the hell you’re supposed to talk about now. Your Dictaphone sat between you again, the tape wiring gently as it ticks over, picking up the silence. You know you have a whole host of questions in your notebook, but you don't want to be rude and leave the table, especially not if the hero is going to start yelling at you. Plus, you don’t want to ask all those invasive questions your boss had been pushing you to and going to get your notes would just remind you of all those invasive and cringey things that apparently everyone wanted to know.
Your eyes dart around the room as you eat, trying to find something to spark a bit of interest and end the weird stalemate you had found yourself in. You’ve already talked about his friends though, as well as some of the things they had gotten up to at school and you don’t want to go back to that topic, feeling like you had gotten enough out of it and not wanting Bakugou to think you're not that interested in him when the opposite was true. You could listen to the other man talk for hours, soaking up every little bit of information you could get like obsessive fan girl you were.
Sighing you sweep you gaze across the top shelf, noting book titles and random little trinkets that could possibly be of use to you. You’re just about ready to sink as low as asking about his reading habits when your eyes land on the All Might figurine again and you smile slightly, knowing what it is you want to ask him next.
Bakugou is a little defensive when you ask him if he’s an All Might fan, his eyes narrowing at you like you're about to start disrespecting one of the greatest heroes of all time. It doesn't take that much effort to ease the blonde's suspicions though and before long the two of you are deep into a debate about the larger-than-life hero’s legacy and the impact that had on the generations of heroes that came after, including Dynamite himself. From there it's easy to move on to how heroes have shaped society and the effects that quirks have had on the development of mankind. It surprises you when Dynamite quotes your own article back at you, the thing having been published a few years prior when you hadn’t been that well of an established journalist. The surprise doesn't last long though as he gets side-tracked ranting about how people were idiots to think that quirk and technological advancements couldn’t happen at the same time, even going as far as to show you a few articles on his phone of research and development programs focused on continuing man’s advances from before quirks had been such a common aspect of life.
It's easy to get lost in conversation, you following behind him as he clears away your empty bowls and still debating quirk regulations and if the rate quirks were evolving was sustainable. When everything’s cleared away the two of you head back to his seating area but this time you ignore the armchair you had previously called dibs on, instead sitting at one end of the sofa whilst Bakugou takes the other end. It’s easy again, talking to the pro-hero and even though you're not keeping to your normal structure when conducting an interview your still making progress. You manage to get answers to about 95% of the questions in your notebook, the other 5% mostly being the ones from your boss about his personal life and relationships. You do almost go there, especially when he mentions one of the other heroes he had been named as dating a while back but it's only a passing comment and you don’t want to sour the mood. So, you let it go, instead letting the conversation head towards his opinions on cross agency cooperation and team ups.
Everything’s going fine until your Dictaphone makes a weird clicking sound followed by a loud beep, the light of front flashing red and signalling your tape is full. It brings the conversation to a sudden halt, the two of you looking down at the small device like it's a bomb about to go off. You had completely forgotten about the recording, so lost in just talking to the normally reserved hero that the actual reason you were here had completely slipped your mind.
Laughing lightly and trying to make a joke about it you go to turn the thing off and replace the tape. It’s only when you look up from your bag, new tape in hand that you notice the setting sun and you realise exactly how long you had been in the hero's home. Horrified that you had taken up so much of the man’s time you try and wrap things up, insisting that you had enough information whilst simultaneously thanking him for his time and apologising for taking up so much of it.
Your halfway to the door, shoving everything back in your bag whilst trying to pull your jacket back on and still rambling about when the interview would be published and thanking him for his time when Bakugou says something that has you almost dropping all your stuff, having to frantically try and save it all from scattering across the floor. You don’t quite manage to keep hold of your notebook and it goes sliding across the wooden floor only to hit the heroes slippered feet and come to a stop between them.
Dinner. Bakugou wants to have dinner. With you.
You've hit your head or were involved in some sort of accident on your way over and this whole day had been your weird fever dream. It was the only explanation to the absolute madness that had been going on. That or this was actually happening and that didn’t seem like the likely option. Things like this did apparently happen though because not five minutes later you're out the door, following behind the hero as he leads you from his apartment complex and down the street.
You end up at a little hole in the wall place not that far from the hero's home, tucked away in the corner and mostly hidden from the rest of the patrons. It’s cosy, intimate but Bakugou doesn’t seem to care, leaning across the table so you can hear him talking over the noise of the busy restaurant around you. Your notebook is on the side of the table, you having had every intention of attempting to keep this work related but it remained unopened, forgotten in favour of spending time with your long-term crush and getting lost in his presence.
Bakugou continues to surprise you, leading the conversation and asking you about your previous work. It turns out it’s not just the one article of yours that he had read, the hero having several questions about previous topics and even taking the time to ask why you had gone into journalism, let alone a hero focused one. It’s nice. You haven't had anyone show such interest in you and your work for some time and you can't help but beam under the hero's attention, enjoying finally getting a chance to ramble about your ideas and theories without feeling like you’re boring them too much. Bakugou for his part seems genuinely interested, listening to what you are saying and having his own points and theories that he’s willing to discuss.
Eventually though it had to end and a couple of hours later the two of you were being ushered out, back onto the street. You’re all smiles, still laughing at something Bakugou had said as you move further down the street. Without any conscious decision the two of you start heading towards the station, walking side by side and talking about some of the people who had previously attempted to interview the blonde and how badly those had gone. It leads to you asking the one question you had been dying to know since the request had come through. Why you? Of all the people that he could have chosen from, what was it that made you the desired choice?
Turns out it is as simple as you had thought, Bakugou reciting your own words back at you about having a friend in your line of work. His boss was going to force this interview on him regardless of his opinions so why not have someone do it that wouldn’t be an asshole about it. You don’t really know what to say to that, laughing awkwardly and mumbling some rubbish about hoping it was an asshole free experience. That has you blushing, groaning at your idiotic words and trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hands. Of course, that was why he had picked you; you had practically told him you would do things his way if he ever needed to give an interview but didn’t want someone taking liberties. You really were stupid to ever think it could have been something else then you just being the easy option.
Things are weird after that. You're a lot quieter than you had been, too busy berating yourself to really hold much of a conversation. Bakugou doesn't say anything either, but you can feel his eyes on you, and you can’t help but feel like he’s judging you, probably thinking that you're a dumb idiot and desperately wishing this was over and done with already. You can’t really blame him; you had taken up most of his day for something that should have only taken a couple of hours. He was only being nice so he could at least keep you on his side when he needed stuff like this doing again in the future.
It’s disappointing but at the end of the day it’s your job and the recognition this one article is going to get you will probably be enough to mean you would never need to do it again. After this you would be able to pick and choose what you wrote about, finally getting to work on subjects you wanted to instead of what your boss left on your desk. Hell, you might even finally be able to go international and wouldn’t that be something. The possibilities would be endless as long as you took the opportunities and now you had successfully managed to interview the most notoriously difficult hero in all of Japan, you would be known as one of the most capable journalists in Japan, managing to accomplish something your most celebrated colleagues hadn’t. So what if it was just because Bakugou had decided to tolerate you enough to make his life easier in the future, you had still made it through the whole thing without being chased off like the rest of them and that really was something to be proud of.
By the time you had made it to the station you had managed to gain back most of your composure, determined to end this as professionally as you should have handled the whole thing. You thank him for his time again, bowing deeply and promising that your article would be good enough to boost his popularity. He’s giving you a weird look when you straighten back up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and awkwardly holding out your notebook towards you. Eyes wide and panicked you snatch the thing off him, hugging it close to your chest and hoping to every god you know the name of that he hadn’t opened it and seen all those stupid questions your boss had wanted you to ask. You hadn’t even noticed you didn’t have it, only realising you hadn’t picked it up in the restaurant when you tried to work out when the hero would have gotten his hands on it.
He doesn't look at you when you thank him for picking it up, looking off to the side with his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched. You would have sworn he was blushing as he mumbles something about calling him if you have any more questions but you quickly wright that off as your own stupid mind playing tricks on you. Bakugou leaves quickly after that, grunting out an indifferent latter dumbass and disappearing off down the street before you can even think about uttering your own goodbye. You stand there dumbly for a few long minutes, watching the man’s retreating form until you could no longer see him and trying to understand what bizarre parallel universe you had found yourself in.
Deciding that whatever had been going on today was a problem for tomorrow you made your way down onto the station, only just managing not to miss the train before it sped off again. You slumped down into the seat with a groan, eyes closing and your head tipping back to rest against the glass with a dull thud. You try not to think about it but how could you not? Today had been nothing like you had expected and it had left you tired and feeling like you had whiplash. You were angry at yourself, letting your emotions get in the way of work and probably having made a complete idiot out of yourself yet again in front of the one man you wanted to try and appear like a functioning person to.
Despite the anger though your still stupidly happy and a little in awe because that had happened right? You had actually spent almost the whole day with the Dynamite, actually getting to talk to him instead of having him yelling at you like he did most people. You probably knew more about the man then some of his friends did and wasn’t that a scary thought, knowing so much about a person who, really you had no sort of connection with that would warrant that kind of information being shared with you. You would have to be extremely careful about what information you included in the article, making sure you gave the public just an impression of the man he was behind the angry yelling and large explosions without giving too much personal stuff away.
Sighing you leant forward, pulling out a pen and flipping open your notebook in an attempt to start outlining the things you wanted to include and things you were planning to take to your grave. It’s as you're flicking through the pages, quietly mumbling to yourself about structure and flow that something catches your eye and you feel your heart skip a beat before slamming away painfully at breakneck speed. It’s the pages you have the question on that your boss had wanted you to ask, each one with just one empty line between because you had known that Bakugou wouldn’t answered them except, well, someone had. Underneath each question is a simple answer in a neat but hurried scrawl that most definitely wasn’t yours.
There stupid questions, prying into the man’s past relationships, sexual habits and what he likes in a partner. There are even questions about the kind of underwear he wears and even if he’s currently seeing anyone. You would never have asked them in a million years, wouldn’t even have asked someone like Hawks who was way to free with that kind of information and yet now you knew that Bakugou liked people that interested him, wore black Calvin Klein boxers and was currently single. That's not what has your mouth hanging open like a fish though, eyes so wide that you feared they would pop out of your head. No, what had your attention was Bakugou’s full name across the bottom of the page and a series of numbers that could only be his phone number.
Your brain can’t process it, staring at it like it's a bloody unicorn or something because why would the number four hero write what you are assuming is his personal contact number in your notebook under a bunch of way too personal questions that were mostly about his sex life and relationships. Your hands are shaking, nails digging into the soft leather of the cover. Everything’s silent, your head full of static so thick you feel almost like you're hallucinating. Maybe you were because there was no way this was what you thought it was. It couldn’t be. Right?
The train stops, the person two seats down from you getting up to get off. The sudden movement has you jerking back to reality like you had just been slapped, slamming the book shut and quickly shoving it into your bag in case someone was to see it. You pull your bag onto your lap, wrapping your arms around it as the next lot of commuters get on the train. You're well aware of what you must look like, head down and clutching your bag like you're afraid someone’s going to steal it or worse, see what you have hiding in it. The notebook feels like it’s made of lead, heavy and undeniably there, just like the ball of dread that was growing in your stomach with every passing second.
This can’t be real. He couldn't actually have given you his number but it’s there, in big bold writing that can’t be ignored. You don’t know what to do with it, what to make of it’s sudden appearance not only in the book but in your life. Why would he give this to you? You hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t said anything that would have given him the idea to do this and yet here you were, now the confused and slightly panicked owner of a bit of information you would never have thought you would get.
What the hell were you supposed to do now?
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A/N: I do believe that is everyone but if I have missed someone out do let me know. Sorry it’s taken so long I’m a dirty rotten procrastinator and got distracted along the way.
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pairing: aged up!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
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wordcount: 1k
genre: (kind of domestic) fluff
a/n: im not a bnha fan, so the character might be a little ooc. this one is an old request that i didn’t have time to commit to. hope it turned out okay :>
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he hates to admit that – teeth grinding and everything – but you got him wrapped around your finger.
bakugou makes a hmph sound at the thought as he shampoos his hair for the second time – like you told him to.
but it’s true, he loves you so much.
he doesn’t like to talk about it, about these overwhelming feelings when he sees you, when he holds you, when he talks to you.
he never once thought he would fall in love like this, crazy, stupid, desperate. on his knees for you, metaphorically and literally. but also how could he not fall in love with you?
you are smart, intelligent, with a hint of a know-it-all. but it’s never snarky, biting type of know-it-all. it’s gentle and fun and ready to share information with someone who’s willing to listen (oh, and bakugou would die to listen to you talk) because, well, you happen to really do know it all.
you are fun. not afraid to laugh at yourself. you would throw an occasional joke at him and he – everyone is shocked – dryly laughs. you are empathetic, kind-hearted, generous.
you are different from him in the best way possible. patient when he is not, impatient when he is patient. bakugou is older now, still a hothead, but he manages his emotions much better (others might disagree, but fuck them, right?) and he owes most of it to you because he subconsciously mimics you, learns from you how to be better. not that you think he’s bad.
you are similar to him in the best way possible. you tend to have very emotional response first and think it over later. you don’t like to talk about your feelings, though you are more open to that than bakugou. your anger is also like an outburst of burning fire. you tend to say things you don’t mean and then end up having regrets eating your insides alive. katsuki usually laughs at your sulking presence when you come to share your grievances with him all while marvelling at how many times he felt exactly the same way as you.
bakugou wants to be the best for you.
you mention something once, remotely, and bakugou makes a mental note of it. whatever food you like, katsuki just happens to make it and has enough to share. whatever show you watch bakugou also (binge)watched it and is reluctantly ready to discuss. hell, he got an undercut because you mentioned that it’s your favourite haircut on men. at first he regretted it a little but after you were gushing over him, with no hint of ridicule and completely serious complimenting the shape of his skull (never has he ever received this type of compliments but it’s you so he is gobbling it up) he found some ease.
at first, he thought it was just a crush. it’d been a while since he had one but after excruciating weeks of mulling over this he finally accepted the fact that he was not having a crush. he was falling in love. and for the first time ever it didn’t scare him.
the lack of fear though kind of terrified him. did he suddenly mature emotionally? ain’t no way.
but in the dissonance of it all, confused and lost and a little angry, as per usual, bakugou finally got the courage to confess to you.
he thought it would be awkward and would end up with something blowing up and catching fire. it fortunately didn’t. he was uncharacteristically calm when he said that he was in love with you, looking down at your astonished face. he bucked the odds and won because after a few seconds of silence you all blushing nodded and said wow well i think i love you too.
katsuki quickly dries himself and leaves the shower in dark blue pyjama pants hanging low on his hips. according to the familiar ritual he drags his feet back to the bedroom where someone on tv was crying rather dramatically.
he enters the room and sees you in your dark blue cotton pyjama pair, bare feet dangling from giant bed, eyes glued to the screen where characters of a korean drama were arguing. katsuki rolls his eyes.
“oi, i went to shower twenty minutes ago and these two are still fighting?”
he says these two as if he doesn’t already know the names of all characters of the show which you’ve been watching every evening for a few weeks now and which he has been watching with his peripheral vision while sitting in bed next to you.
“yeah, but now it’s a different fight,” you argue glancing at katsuki with a smile and returning to the screen. bakugou walks closer to you.
“let me guess, it’s about the fact that she didn’t tell him that she knew his brother.”
you look at katsuki amazed.
“exactly that, how did you guess?”
he kneels down on the carpet in front of you.
“it’s typical shit, you know.”
you laugh, attention now fully on katsuki.
“it’s not typical! you’ve been watching this, haven’t you?”
bakugou makes a hmph sound and plants a kiss on your right foot.
“no, i haven’t. it’s just predictable.”
you yelp and giggle trying to yank your foot away while katsuki takes your other foot and plants a kiss in the middle of your sole.
“ready to go to sleep?” he asks knowing the answer already. you nod.
“i’ll finish the episode tomorrow.”
it’s dark and the lights of the city that never sleeps are barely making their way through heavy drapes covering giant windows of your bedroom. katsuki is nestled in your embrace, warm and content.
“you smell so good,” you tease. katsuki hums not willing to admit that it’s your vanilla shower gel that he used but you already know that. bakugou just holds your body closer to his as he contemplates that he’s way too deep in his feelings for you. he can’t logically deny this, not after four years you’ve been together, not when he knows all the shows you watch, not when he smells like your shower gel, not when you’re wearing matching pyjamas that he bought.
katsuki hates to admit that out loud but you got him wrapped around your finger. and he’s okay with that.
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