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doumadono · 2 months

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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

♡ Dabi ♡

Dabi, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor, brushes off Valentine's Day as insignificant. "It's just another day," he grumbles when you inquire about plans, his gaze fixed on something distant.

Despite his indifference towards the holidays of any kind, Dabi ensures that you feel loved every day. He might not express it verbally, but through his actions, like a gentle touch or a shared glance, he conveys his affection.

Dabi, surprisingly in touch with emotions, recognizes that you might have different expectations for Valentine's Day. "I get it, you want some romantic crap. Fine," he reluctantly admits, acknowledging the importance it holds for you.

Instead of traditional gifts, Dabi puts thought into finding something unique that resonates with you. It could be a rare book, a piece of artwork, or an item related to your hobbies. "I figured you'd like this better than some cliché crap, doll," he remarks.

During the day, Dabi might express his affection in subtle ways. A brush of his fingers against yours, a lingering glance, a warm hug, a rare smile or a shared cigarette.

Dabi, not one for grand gestures, suggests spending quality time together. "We can do whatever you want."

Dabi prefers low-key activities, so he suggests a casual day out rather than an extravagant date. It could be a stroll through a less crowded part of town or a visit to a place that holds personal significance.

Dabi values private moments over public displays of affection. He might pull you aside for a quiet conversation or a shared moment away from prying eyes, kissing you passionatelly in an alley after picking the order from your favourite restaurant.

In the evening, Dabi might create a quiet, intimate atmosphere. He pulls you close, whispering, "I'm not good with words, but you know what you mean to me, right?" His actions speak louder than any declaration.

The evening is peaceful, just the two of you, enjoying each other's company without the need for excessive words.

♡ Shigaraki ♡

Shigaraki openly expresses his disdain for Valentine's Day, dismissing it as a celebration that glorifies something horrific. "It's just a stupid, commercialized excuse to sell crap. I don't get the hype," he grumbles.

Despite his aversion, when he notices your excitement for the occasion, Shigaraki chooses to bite his tongue.

In a rare show of consideration, Shigaraki instructs Kurogiri to order a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the local florist. This act of embracing the holiday, even reluctantly, is his way of showing that he cares about your happiness.

"I don't get why people like this crap, but if it makes you happy, I'm willing to change my mind."

Shigaraki, true to his personality, prefers a minimalist celebration. Instead of grand gestures, he might suggest a quiet evening or a simple dinner, keeping the focus on the two of you without succumbing to excessive sentimentality.

He ensures that all the League of Villains members are assigned unexpected additional missions, even though they may express their discontent. Shigaraki wants to spend this day with you only.

As the day progresses, Shigaraki might quietly observe your joy. "You better appreciate this. I don't do this for just anyone," he remarks, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, showing that your happiness matters to him.

For the evening, Shigaraki proposes an anti-romantic movie night, selecting films that defy typical romantic clichés. "None of that sappy stuff. Let's watch something that doesn't make my teeth hurt," he suggests.

As you drift into slumber nestled in his embrace, he delicately traces patterns on your back with his pinky cautiously elevated to prevent any accidental decay. "I love you, little Y/N," he whispers, even though he's well aware that you're already lost in the realm of dreams.

♡ Bakugo ♡

Valentine's Day, according to Bakugo, is a bothersome and superficial affair, hiding behind a facade of fake sentimentality. Ranting about the superficiality of the day, Katsuki loudly declares, "I don't need some capitalist crap to tell me when to appreciate someone, tsk!"

"It's a dumb day. Why should I care?" Initially dismissing the idea of celebrating, he flaunted his lack of interest until the sight of your disappointment shattered his nonchalant façade.

Experiencing a pang in his chest, he noticed your lower lip trembling as you tried to assure him that you didn't need to participate. Even though he often expressed his emotions through actions, he couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be different.

With a resigned sigh, he swallows his pride, extending a genuine apology. He confesses to a change of heart, "Look, I changed my damn mind. No harm in spending time together or making this stupid day special, I guess. You're important or whatever."

Bakugo, true to himself, plans unconventional celebration. "If we're gonna do this, we'll do it my goddamn way. Tsk, I heard there's a place with those damn fluffy dogs. Don't get any ideas, I just thought it might be amusing or something," he grumbles, leading you to a Shiba cafe.

Bakugo finds himself in a rare, awkward position as one of the dogs playfully jumps on him. "Stupid mutt, get off!" he protests, but you catch a fleeting, embarrassed smile as he secretly enjoys the canine attention.

As you both sip coffee surrounded by Shiba Inu companions, Bakugo, unaccustomed to public displays of affection, reaches for your hand under the table and rubs its top with his thumb while drinking his espresso.

The sheer joy on Bakugo's face as a Shiba snuggles against him is a sight to behold. He attempts to hide it with a dismissive comment, "They're just damn dogs, but whatever, they're kinda cute, I guess."

Upon arriving home, Bakugo could catch you off guard by presenting a dessert skillfully shaped like a heart. "It's stupid, but fine. You better eat it," he grumbles, a touch of pride in his eyes surfacing as you commend his cooking prowess.

As the day draws to a close, Bakugo may catch you off guard with an unforeseen tender moment – enfolding you in his sturdy arms, drawing you snugly against his robust chest. He gently massages your shoulders and plants affectionate kisses on your face. "I love you, Y/N. Make sure you never forget that," he declares, his words carrying a sincerity that transcends his usual gruff demeanor.

♡ Shoto ♡

While Shoto may come across as indifferent to Valentine's Day, the truth is, he's like a child eagerly anticipating a visit to a candy store, envisioning a day filled with profound love shared with you.

Shoto brims with an unusual level of excitement, eager to shower you with pampering and spoils. While he typically engages in such gestures, this time, he has elaborate plans under wraps – surprises that would catch you off guard and leave you pleasantly astonished.

On Valentine's morning, you wake up to the irresistible aroma of a homemade breakfast. Shoto, armed with a chef's apron, presents a heart-shaped feast, each dish crafted with precision and love. As you enter the kitchen, he greets you with a warm smile, "Happy Valentine's Day. This is just the beginning."

Throughout the day, you discover tiny love notes strategically placed in unexpected corners. Each note holds sweet affirmations, showcasing Shoto's meticulous effort to sprinkle your day with joy.

In a quiet moment, Shoto presents you with a carefully crafted, handmade gift. It could be a piece of art, a personalized item, or something that holds sentimental value. He shyly admits, "I wanted to make something special for you. I hope you like it."

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto unveils a surprise date that surpasses all expectations. "I thought we could spend the day doing things you enjoy. It's all about making you happy." From a tranquil picnic in the park to a spontaneous dance under the stars, every moment is curated to create lasting memories.

Upon returning home, as evening approaches, Shoto unveils a cozy haven, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks. The ambiance exudes warmth, inviting you to unwind and revel in the tranquility of your shared love.

The day concludes with a handwritten love poem, penned by Shoto himself. Each line is an eloquent expression of his feelings, capturing the nuances of your connection in words as sweet as the love that binds you.

Before you retire for the night, Shoto pulls you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for being with me. Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

♡ Hawks ♡

Upon waking up on Valentine's Day, you're greeted with a pile of gifts neatly arranged beside the bed. Hawks, unable to contain his excitement, watches for your reaction with a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe. Open them up!"

Hawks takes Valentine's Day as the ultimate opportunity to showcase his love. From breakfast in bed to surprise outings, he plans an entire day filled with over-the-top affectionate gestures. "Get ready for a day all about you, songbird."

Hawks, with his love language being gift-giving, meticulously selects each present. "I thought of everything you might like. You're worth it," he mentions as you uncover thoughtful and personalized gifts.

The day unfolds with whimsical adventures – perhaps a surprise trip to an amusement park or an impromptu picnic. Hawks is determined to make the day unforgettable.

Throughout the day, Hawks showers you with unexpected compliments. "You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he confesses.

As the day progresses, Hawks concludes with a romantic dinner, whether it's a home-cooked meal or a reservation at a fancy restaurant. "To us and many more Valentine's Days to come," he toasts, a warmth in his golden eyes.

As the day comes to a close, Hawks proposes the idea of late-night stargazing. Draped in blankets, both of you settle on the spacious balcony of his apartment. Hawks, pointing out constellations, weaves stories of the night sky. "Just us and the stars. Can't beat a moment like this, huh?"

As the day winds down, Hawks might surprise you with a midnight snack. "Can't end the day on an empty stomach. Here, your favorite, babybird," he says, presenting a thoughtful treat.

As you both drift into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms, Keigo can't help but revel in the profound happiness that washes over him. Having found the love of his life, he's determined to cherish this precious connection on a daily basis, not just during Valentine's Day.

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tomieafterdark · 1 year

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“fuck my ex..no literally”

18+, BAKUSQUAD G🍓NGBANG, ONE SHOT

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pairings: fem!reader x scumbag frat bakusquad guys (Kirishima, Bakugo, Sero, Kaminari) all aged up 21+

cw: double penetration, cheating, degradation, squirting, use of quirks during sex, dub-con/non-con ish, being filmed, sometimes they’re mean to the reader, being blindfolded, mating press, cervical orgasm, blowjob, spitroast.

summary: Your ex Bakugo is such a piece of shit, you hated him. Your new boyfriend was so much better, he didn’t let his friends degrade you meanwhile Bakugo had kept asking you to let his friends run a train on you back when you were dating. Bakugo didn’t care how the group chat was just his horny frat bros talking about all the positions they’d want you in, how they’d talk about how many dicks they’d put inside you at once. Your new boyfriend is a sweetheart. But if he is such a sweetheart why are you at Bakugo’s place right now, getting destroyed by four guys at once?

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Your phone kept buzzing. Your sweet boyfriend must be worried sick about where you are, and here you are betraying the love of your life.

Bakugo was lifting you up and down his length, you were a filthy moaning little mess..as always. There was never a time when sex would be dull with him, he was the only guy who could satisfy you so much sexually you’d say no to another orgasm. But sex isn’t everything is what you tried to tell yourself, it doesn’t matter if your current boyfriend refused to go down on you, or didn’t know how to fuck you dumb. He bought you flowers, he respected you, he invited you to meet his parents, he didn’t know you knew this but he was also looking for a pretty ring…

Every time you reached for the phone, Bakugo jerked his dick up into you faster and harder. You don’t even know why you were grabbing the phone as your boyfriend called, it’s not like you would answer. It’s like you were trying to convince yourself you didn’t want to do this, and that you wanted to hear his sweet voice so bad and just be in his arms... Tears were streaming down your face, you never wanted to cheat. Your ex is just…he is on a different level, and you were so sexually frustrated recently. Bakugo may be a piece of shit but at least he knew how to make you cum, at least he knew you were cumming and not faking it. Your current boyfriend is sweet but he doesn’t realise or care that you’re faking your orgasms…and he only does missionary.

Bakugo suddenly puts you in a full nelson, and stops fucking you for a minute. You look back at him all confused. “I was close-“

“I know y/n. That’s why I stopped.” He says as he grabs his phone to call someone.

Bakugo: “hey.”

Unknown: “what’s up”

Bakugo: “I have my slutty ex with me right now, tell the other guys to come up. I have a little surprise for you all.” He smiles, knowing your reaction must be priceless right now.

*hangs up*

You try to wriggle yourself out of his hold. He is such a scumbag you should’ve known he would do something weird. “Why did you fucking invite people over? Are those weirdos going to watch??”

He laughs. “No sweetie they’re not going to watch and they’re not weirdos, they’re my friends and I want to share this lovely moment with them.” He laughs and starts pounding into you as you struggle to get out of his firm grip.

The situation is so fucked up but you find yourself getting all wet and almost excited about it. Bakugo knows your body, he knows exactly how much you’re going to enjoy what’s coming.

*knock knock*

“Come in” he says, as he continues pounding up into you. Your grip around him tightens when three tall scumbag frat guys walk in. It’s the exact ones from the group chat Bakugo was in when you were dating. You start to have flashbacks of all the nasty things they had said about you, and it’s getting you angry, disgusted but also extremely flustered.

They are all staring at you like hungry wolves and you suddenly feel so small and helpless. Bakugo’s strong grip alone was enough to make you feel helpless and stuck but this is a whole different level. His friends are just like him, all athletic builds, super tall, and absolute scum.

“So guys” Bakugo says while tightening his grip on you even more and continuing to fuck into you, “this is my slutty little ex. She has a new man that’s apparently so much better than me, yet she’s here practically soaking my dick. Just look at her pretty pussy right now, look she’s dripping”

His harsh words have you clenching on him, fucking Bakugo he really knew how to rile you up and get you dripping at the same time. The guys are all staring at your exposed pussy right now. You just want to close your legs but the position he has you in won’t let you even move an inch.

He lifts you off his dick suddenly, and puts you down next to him on the couch. You feel ashamed to say that you’re disappointed being freed from his grip. “You can all use this whore however you like, she knew what was coming when she decided to come over to my frat house for sex when she has a loyal guy at home.”

He starts rubbing your clit, gosh he knows exactly how to rub it. Every little movement sends you closer to heaven. “Alright my little whore, tell my friends they can use all your holes and fuck you however they like or I’ll send you home right now and tell your dumb idiot boyfriend everything.“ He pulls up his phone, and plays a video of you two fucking earlier as you’re discussing having a boyfriend, how he can’t make you cum, and god knows what else because you block out everything you’re saying in that video.

He took the video earlier when he was fucking you from behind. “What a scumbag” you think to yourself.

He comes closer to your face. “Yeah I know you think I’m a scumbag and whatnot, but what are you? You’re literally cheating on someone instead of breaking up, and you’re cheating with the ex you claim to hate. I’m the guy you went to him and cried about” he gives a light slap to your pussy and asks for Kaminari to come over and hold your legs back incase you try anything.

You have your back against Kaminari’s chest right now, he’s spreading both of your legs and holding them back in a tight grip. It’s impossible to move. You sigh in defeat. You look up at his jawline, it’s sharp and attractive. You can’t stand your ex even his stupid friends are hot..

“Zap her with electricity if she acts up” Bakugo says coldly. Kaminari smiles.

Bakugo puts a camera in your face and starts filming. “Now, tell everyone here they can fuck you and use you exactly how they like because you’re a cheating little slut and that’s what sluts like you get.”

“Fuck you!” You yell into the camera instead, one second later Kaminari zaps you. “Nghh- Aaah Fuck” you cry out. Your legs shake from the sudden zap.

Bakugo wished he had zoomed in on your pussy during the zap because the way it made you squirt a tiny bit has his mind racing with nasty ideas on how they’re going to use you. He films your pussy and asks Kaminari to zap you again.

*zap* “Aah- oh godnghhh” you whine. You don’t know what the fuck is going on but it feels so good, you just wished your hole was filled with a big cock next time he’d zap you because you were twitching around nothing.

Kaminari is delighted to find out his zapping has such an effect on you, Bakugo notices you’d perhaps feel better with a cock in your clenching hole right now and looks at Kaminari with a sinister smile.

“Switch positions with me, I’ll hold her legs and you fuck her while you zap her. I know my ex well, she’s a whore and she can never get enough.” He says and puts the camera in your face again.

As Kaminari puts the tip in slowly your mouth forms an “o” and your eyes almost roll back. Even your ex’s friends feel good. But he stops there. Just as the tip is in. Your facial expression changes into a mildly annoyed one and they laugh at you.

Bakugo slaps your face not so lightly, and says “now, if you want Kaminari to fuck you and zap you again look into this camera and tell me exactly what I want to hear or we’ll end it right now. Don’t test me y/n.”

Your desire for pleasure takes over, because your ex is right. You can never get enough. You look at Kaminari, and plead for him to put his whole cock inside you. He gets closer to your face and chokes you, whispering in your ear to talk into Bakugo’s camera or he’ll choke you out right now and call for your pathetic boyfriend to come get you himself while you’re naked and wet on Bakugo’s couch. You clench around his tip, he looks so sweet and nice you’d never expect those words coming out of his mouth. You quickly look up into the camera, your eyes meet Bakugo’s very annoyed eyes.

“I give permission for Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari to use all my holes however they like all night long. Just please don’t tell my boyfriengh“ Bakugo got what he needed and shuts you up by gagging you with your thong that was on the other side of the couch.

Kaminari puts his whole length into you, he feels different from Bakugo and your boyfriend. You love a fresh new experience, you’re taking him in so well moaning loud even though you’re gagged. You look into his eyes trying to beg him to zap you but the gag isn’t helping your cause.

“Plwhs zwp mhwe” you cry out.

“What’s that? Bakugo help me decipher what that slutty little ex of yours is saying” he grins.

“Oh I think she’s saying, please don’t zap me and slow fuck me, it’s too much” Bakugo says with a wide sinister grin on his face.

You scream louder trying to get the words out but It’s to no avail. They just laugh and Kaminari goes even slower, it feels like torture.

“Alright cutie, I’ll go slower. I don’t want to ruin your cute little pussy yet” Kaminari laughs.

You try to move and get some type of friction on his dick but Bakugo grabs you tightly, you’re not really a match for him (or anyone else in the room for that matter) you’re way smaller and shorter and it’s so easy to stretch and fold you into any position they’d like and just keep you there for hours if they wanted to. “Plwhswe” you cry out.

Kaminari slaps your inner thighs, your lower body jerks upwards because of it but it’s not enough. You need more, your cunt is leaking all over him but he continues slow fucking you. He stares into your eyes with cold eyes. “Before we remove this gag from your mouth, I’m not fucking you until you beg for it into the camera.”

Bakugo starts filming your face, and removes the gag from your mouth. You gasp for air. “Okay speak slut” he says, looking down at you with an evil grin on his face.

“P-please Kaminari, fuck my pussy and zap me. Use me until I pass out” you cry out, with teary eyes.

“I don’t think you really want it y/n. What do you think Bakugo? Is she always this bad at begging??” Kaminari asks as he twists your nipples causing you to cry out.

“No, she can beg for real. Just keep messing with her, she has no willpower when it comes to dick she’ll do and say anything for it soon enough.” His words hit deep, he is right. If you had any self control you wouldn’t be here right now even though you have a loyal boyfriend. You want to cry, the moment this night is over you will never think back on the past. You will go back to your normal life and never mess with Bakugo or his friends ever again. Since this was the last night, you decided to let yourself go, have one last night of sin and then close this chapter.

You start begging. For real this time. “Please Kaminari, punish my slutty pussy. My boyfriend can’t satisfy me I need to be dicked down real good. He doesn’t even have a quirk to torture me with! Please, wear me out, fill me with cum do whatever you please just give me what my loser boyfriend cannot” you cry out. “Zap me, bottom out in me, use me as a fucking cocksleeve please I want it bad and rough!”

The smiles on their faces are priceless. Now you’re talking…

“What a nasty whore, do you kiss your loser boyfriend with that mouth too?” He chuckles and starts fucking you balls deep.

“F-fuck yess- fuck me- AaAh” your moans are filling the room, mixed with squelching sounds of your pussy. Those sounds coming out of you are surely waking up Kirishima’s and Sero’s dicks, they love the way you’re losing it while Kaminari is destroying you slowly.

Bakugo let’s go of your legs, and has Kaminari push them down for you as you’re folded into a mean mating press you just cannot escape from. He has fucked you enough and is just interested in getting a cumshot on your pretty face for now to send to your boyfriend later. He jerks off and shoots cum on your face as you’re a moaning mess. You naturally opened your mouth when he was aiming at your face, such a good whore. He really trained you well when you were dating..too bad the loser boyfriend doesn’t know how to put any of your training to use. He sits on a chair and lights a blunt, enjoying every second of his ex being ruined by his friends.

Kirishima and Sero start planning what to do with you later..

Sero: when they’re done with her, we should tape her to the couch legs spread and blindfold her. Fucking tease her holes and make her guess who is who, she hasn’t seen or felt our cocks yet. We’ll film it and send to her pathetic boyfriend.

Kirishima: holes?

Sero: I don’t know about you but I’m not leaving until I fill that pretty ass with cum, I bet her boyfriend never fucks her there. What a waste.

Back to Kaminari fucking you..

“Fuck- please zap me” you whimper.

“Not like that y/n” Kaminari says coldly. “You know what I want to hear” he says and pulls up his phone to record what you’re about to say.

“Please zap me Kaminari, I like it rough and painful please torture me and zap me I need it, zap me until I pass out”

He zaps your thighs and you start squirting all over him uncontrollably. But that’s not enough, he continues zapping over and over again within short time intervals barely giving you a break. At this point with every thrust he takes, he zaps leading to you squirting everywhere. Your body is at its limit, he can feel it but that’s just better. He positions himself so he hits your cervix, if he can zap it just right he can give you a cervical orgasm. He starts pounding your cervix, you don’t know how to react it hurts so bad but it feels so good. You look at him with wide eyes.

“That’s your cervix sweetie, never had anyone pound it for you before?” He says in a patronising tone.

“N-no”

“I’m guessing cervical orgasm is out of the picture too. You’re about to have your first one, remember who gave it to you whore. Maybe tell your loser boyfriend all about it as I record you?” He continues recording but he won’t let you have your cervical orgasm until you start degrading your boyfriend and you know it.

“Please Kaminari, give me the cervical orgasm my pathetic loser boyfriend never could” you cry out. Fuck you feel so bad for saying this about your everything but Kaminari’s dick is so good, you just have to have the full experience. Your cervix feels better and closer every time you degrade your boyfriend. Your ex and his friends are truly evil.

Kaminari loves seeing you desperate like this, he pounds into you and starts to slowly zap your cervix. The look on your face makes him want to cum into you right then and there but he keeps his cool, you haven’t experienced the full extent of the orgasm yet. This is just a part of the buildup. He puts more energy into the next zap, you’re grabbing his arm and crying out incoherent noises. This isn’t even the actual orgasm, there’s one more zap left but you’re squirting. Before he gives you the final zap he puts his phone down and puts a finger in your pretty little asshole. Three zaps and you’re having an anal orgasm, he laughs at how easy it is.

“Are you ready for the actual cervical orgasm or are you losing consciousness cutie?” He asks and laughs.

You are in fact losing consciousness which causes him to slap and zap you back to reality. “I said are you conscious??” He says in an annoyed tone this time.

“Y-yes” you’re still barely conscious but you’re holding on for dear life, this guy is something else. When he zaps your cervix for real your vision goes fully white for a second, this is what it must feel like to ascend to heaven. You’re shaking and whimpering as you come down from the orgasm, coming down to see him fucking into you at full pace. You’re clenching on his dick, grip so tight he feels like you’re sucking everything out of him.

He cums deep into your cunt, along with the hottest moans you’ve ever heard. Too bad your boyfriend doesn’t have those moans you think to yourself. As he pulls out, your pussy is so full of cum it’s leaking all over Bakugo’s couch. Kaminari snaps a picture of it along with your fucked out face. “I bet your boyfriends moans are ugly compared to mine” he snarks. What a meanie.

They give you some time to rest…

You feel yourself gaining consciousness again and the first thing you see is the meanie Kaminari is standing there with water and some apples. “Here, you’re gonna need the energy for what the others have planned for you” he says. He doesn’t sound sarcastic..what the fuck could they be planning that has him saying that?

After you’re done eating your apples and drinking your water, Kaminari places you on all four, but with your upper body resting on the couch, arms locked behind your back taped together thanks to Sero’s quirk. Both your calves are also taped to the ground, and your upper thighs on the couch making it impossible to move.

“Tape her neck too” Kirishima says. Bakugo is just looking at what they’re doing, making sure his annoying slutty ex is okay.

They tape your neck down carefully making sure you’re still comfortable. You don’t know what to think, on one hand you despise them but the way you’re taken care of gives you butterflies. You glance at your ex, looking over you as usual even if you’re not dating. It definitely feels safe with him here even though you’re being fucked by three complete strangers.

They blindfold you, and set up a camera.

Sero pulls your hair. “Listen up cutie, me and Kirishima are going to take turns fucking your holes and towards the and if you guess which cock belongs to who we won’t punish you. Get it?”

“Yes” you whimper. You wonder what the punishment could be, maybe it’s physical pain with their quirks?? Maybe I- “Aaah- oh my Fuck-“ one of them rammed his dick in. So fucking soon. Whoever it is he is HUNG, it is so fucking big. Your cervix is still sensitive from when Kaminari zapped it, it really feels like you’re having a second cervical orgasm anytime soon.

Your toes are curling, you look so hot stuck taped down to the couch with nowhere to go while a guy you don’t even know is destroying your pussy from behind. Your pussy is near swollen and is gripping tightly around his cock, you are so close to cumming all on him. Suddenly he pulls out.

You feel him moving away from you, the second guy must be next now. He starts fingering you to get some of your slick on his fingers as lube, he coats his dick in it and slips the rest into your ass. You scream out from the sudden intrusion in your ass, you haven’t had anything anal in a while.

Kaminari ends up degrading you for that sound since the guy who fingered your ass has to stay anonymous for now. “What? Don’t tell me your idiot boyfriend doesn’t fuck that pretty little ass regularly.” Whoever is fingering you shoves a second finger in there, making your toes curl. “I’ll take that as a no” Kaminari says. “Don’t worry pretty little whore, we’ll make sure to fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week” he laughs.

The second guy puts more and more fingers in your ass, and fucks your pussy at the same time. He feels different from the last guy, not as long but definitely thick. It’s stretching you out, you can’t imagine that going into your ass but by the way he is fingering and gaping your ass it’s definitely going in there. You feel your ass cumming, right on his fingers. He really gave you an anal orgasm that effortlessly, just by prepping your ass. You’re in literal whore heaven right now. This must be the redhead guy Kirishima you think to yourself. He pulls out. You are almost disappointed, your ass is was more than ready for it…

Kaminari takes off your blindfold and removes all the tape. “Come sit next to me cutie, it’s time to guess who was who” he says as you crawl up on the couch next to him, they’re hiding their dicks so you won’t cheat.

“I think the second guy was Kaminari, and the first guy was Sero.” You say proudly. This shit was easy.

Kaminari grabs your neck and bends you over his lap. “WRONG! Time for your punishment y/n!” He says all excited. You don’t exactly look scared what would they even do? Spank you? Double penetrate you? Use a quirk on you?

Bakugo walks towards you now, with a phone in his hand. YOUR phone. “What are you doing Bakugo” you ask in a shaky voice. He doesn’t reply he just smiles at you.

Kirishima is right in front of you with that big cock of his, how are you gonna fit all that in your mouth..Kaminari pulls your hair back and tells you to open up or he’ll zap you for real this time insinuating causing actual pain. You try your best to suck him off, it’s so big you feel challenged for once when giving a blowjob. You moan all over him because of how big it is. You hear Kaminari in your ear calling you a good little whore as he strokes your hair. The faces Kirishima is making are enough to make you cum, it gives you such a power trip seeing his reactions every time you bop your head or take him in deeper while moaning.

Bakugo seems to be texting someone on your phone, before you ask though Sero slams his dick deep into your ass causing you to moan and bump further into Kirishima’s dick. Kaminari is in the middle, just watching your demise. He is really enjoying himself. He zaps your throat lightly causing you and Kirishima to moan, the electricity reached you both giving you tingly sensations.

“Hey slut, your boyfriend is FaceTiming you..” Bakugo grins. “It’s rude not to answer.”

You can’t believe what you just heard. Your vision got blurry for a second because of the huge amount of stress you felt in such a short amount of time, is that even fucking possible.

Bakugo opens FaceTime but keeps the camera on him.

Bakugo: “Oh hey dude.”

Your boyfriend: “Who the hell are you? Where’s y/n?”

Bakugo: “Who’s asking?” His tone is so sarcastic, mocking and rude all at once.

Your boyfriend: “I’m y/n’s boyfriend. Who the hell- “ he then realises who is talking to him. It’s that disgusting scumbag ex of yours. Why does HE have your phone. He screams into the phone if you’re okay, calling for your name. Bakugo has all of this connected to the TV in his room so you can see and hear it all very very clearly.

Bakugo: “Looking for y/n? Alright bro, here she is” he laughs and turns the camera over to you. To you getting spitroasted by two huge guys, while you’re a complete mess between them crying, moaning, whimpering. Your boyfriend starts crying.

Kaminari: “HA! What a loser, bro come get your slutty girl why are you crying”. He grabs your hair and spanks your ass. “You really need to fuck your girl better you pussy, look at how desperate she is for some good dick. She went to the ex that put her through hell and back.”

Your boyfriend: ”y/n..my love. My darling!! This isn’t you. Did they drug you? Please tell me they forced you. I can tell my dads lawyer..you’re not a cheap slut you’re just not” he ugly cries.

Sero is losing it, he is laughing so hard he almost messes up the brutal rhythm he has going on for you. “Bakugo give me the phone for a second!”

Sero: “hey dude, stop crying for a second I have to show you something.”

Your boyfriend: just stares at the phone screen.

Sero: flips camera and shows his dick going in and out of your ass. “Do you see this, your slutty girl is liking it. Look at the way her ass flutters ever so often around me. Don’t ever suggest we forced her into this you weirdo. She came over here first being all horny because you can’t fuck her right.”

Boyfriend: “fuck off that’s not true, my wonderful y/n has orgasms when we are intimate!”

Bakugo: “oh boy do I have bad news for you. She’s fucking faking them you idiot, you don’t understand women at all I don’t know how you bagged a beauty like y/n. I trained her well, I trained her to take it in all her holes and you can’t even use them..” Bakugo almost sounds disappointed.

Sero hands the phone to Kirishima.

Kirishima: “Take some tips for your next girl if you ever manage to get one, here’s how to fuck her throat right. Look up up the camera y/n, show your pretty eyes.” He fucks into your throat at a brutal pace, mixing it with a form of degrading praise. “Yeah that’s a good little whore, you’re taking me so well your ex taught you well didn’t he.“ Kaminari zaps your throat causing you to cry out with Kirishima’s cock buried in your throat. Your boyfriend is gasping, thinking they’re hurting you. He has no idea his innocent little angel is worse than all these guys put together. He cums in your mouth and fucks the cum into your throat until you’ve swallowed it all. They all praise you, while your boyfriend is losing his shit threatening to call the police.

Sero takes the phone again, since he came in your ass he wants to end the call with that beautiful sight. Your ass filled with cum dripping out. “Oh and don’t worry bro, we have proof she was the one who asked for it. We’ll send you everything, save you the trip to the police station and your worthless lawyer. Have a good night” he says and laughs his ass off as he ends the call.

You’re done, just laying on the couch with cum everywhere. “I fucking hate you guys, especially you Bakugo” is all you can get out.

“Whatever I prepared a warm bath for you, sleep over here tonight. You can fuck off in the morning though I’m having another girl over” he says. You can’t believe it. Your ex is still a scumbag.

I’m sorry I have not proof read this 😭

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savnofilter · 10 months

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Text Me Back | Katsuki Bakugo

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x [FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, sexting, sending nudes, crude jokes, mention of myspace™, p.o.v switches, established relationship.

WORD COUNT: 4k words [15 mins].

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist].

A/N: gosh i wish i couldve done more with this but... i'll figure it out later. may revamp or do a part 2 but it depends on how motivated. anyways, enjoy. 🥹 also i just realized that reader did nothing the whole day LMAOOOO so ignore that pls omg. thank you, anon!

As spring rolled around, the air had a certain chill to it.

It was a crisp scent with sharp edges, the smell of growing plants clinging onto the molecules within the vicinity. As a result of the coolness in your room, you probably should turn on the heater in your apartment. Usually, you wouldn't have to worry about doing it yourself, but due to maintenance delaying another day later to fix the issue, you now find yourself in an internal battle to get up out of your bed for your comfort.

Of course, you didn't hate the spring atmosphere. You liked it. The nostalgic and tender feel it gave your body and mind gave a fake sense of comfort that you desired. But you would desperately love it more if you could bask in such ideals while in the comfort of your lukewarm sheets, temperature heightened by the air of the room.

You groan in disdain at the fact you had to get out of your bed. You begrudgingly roll onto your side and feel around for your phone on your nightstand. Once finding your device you click the button on the side to partially unlock it to see what you have missed from being asleep. Of course, regular things like Twitter notifications were present, Snapchat, Instagram, MySpace, etc… until a message stuck out the most amid your roll call.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Light schedule today, museum date?

I know you will wake up late, so I'll decide for you. Pick-up is at 7 p.m.

[✓] Sent 8:42 A.M.

You immediately perk up at the notification, a goofy smile spreading onto your lips.

Bakugo has been your boyfriend for about three years now. You had originally met years prior when you both were in school. Him being an intern for superhero-ing and you were an intern for hands-on training within the superhero management world. You were a little shit and he was an even more of a little shit… and that's what made you two click. Even with his calloused way of showing his emotions, he had still been pretty evident about his feelings towards you when you two were merely friends. In the same way, you two could work and piss each other off to no end, there was a great sense of duality showcased by empathy, love, and compassion toward each other. When you needed someone or something, you could always count on your boyfriend, Katsuki.

You chewed the inside of your lip as your brain racked your head at the things you needed to do today. Today was Friday so you were sure you wouldn't have anything on your schedule. But because you tended to let things slip your head, you still had to double-check to make sure. You light up once again as you realize today was only a busy day for yourself—chores, errands, and minimum job-related things you could finish at home. Nothing dire; just adulting.

You

and what if I said no????

how'd y'know i'd wake up late lol

[✓] 13:01 P.M.

After quickly adjusting your noise settings from silent to vibrate, you bring your phone back down onto the nightstand and properly sit up to avoid your back from aching at an uncomfortable angle. You stretch in delight, arms brought over your head and your eyes shut exerting all of the drowsiness within you. You coil back into yourself once the cold air you had forgotten about hits your skin as a rude reminder. You glare at the thermostat before swiftly throwing your covers off and trudge your way to the small dial and fix the dilemma yourself.

While fiddling with the switch, you hear your buzz behind you. Your brows scrunch in frustration as you can feel yourself start to get agitated at how it's acting, finally getting the stupid little compartment to work before walking off. You nearly trip on your way back to bed in an effort to get back to the warmth of your bed.

Bakugo 🤭💕

You always wake up in the evening, dumbass.

& you have a free schedule today.

[✓] Sent 13:08 P.M.

You scoff.

Your chat bubbles float up on the screen on his end as you try to think of something more annoying to combat him with. You fall short.

You

Damn.

[✓] Sent 13:11 P.M.

You think to yourself before pausing and sending another text.

You

shouldn't you be at work? why are you texting me

a kid is probably drowning rn bc Lord Explosion Murder Dynamight is sexting his girlfriend instead of doing his job.

did you change your name to your hero name AGAIN???

[✓] Sent 13:15 P.M.

If loving this kind of banter was something that you enjoyed, may the devil take you away. You couldn't help the grin mischievously as you waited for his correspondence. You were practically on the edge of your bed waiting for his reply.

A few minutes go by and he hasn't replied. There's a pang of hurt following your spiraling thoughts. Who cared if a kid was really drowning-

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳{replied to your text: shouldn't you be at work? why are you texting me}

Is work in the room with us?

[✓] Sent 13:25 P.M.

You're almost quick to reply before seeing his speech bubbles pop up again, eyes watching in interest. You can't help but feel nervicited seeing it disappear and reappear, proud to have stunned him. What you didn't know is what he was fixing himself to say.

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳{replied and highlighted: … Dynamight is SEXTING HIS GIRLFRIEND instead of doing his job.}

No pic, no proof

[✓] Sent 13:27 P.M.

You squint at your phone and pause. Did he just quote the way you talk AND send you a musty and memefied reply all in one go? You huff at his bravery, rolling your eyes but feeling a deep blush creep up on your cheeks. Your phone vibrates.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Don't tell me you folded that fast, babe.

[✓] Sent 13:31 P.M.

Oh, but you did. You weren't expecting him to fire back at you like this. Often when you made an innuendo of some sort he'd whine and brush it off as if he hasn't beaten your doonies down multiple times—sometimes all in one night. But you refused to let him win this. You need to think fast.

Again, the cool air caresses your exposed hand, the stroke of the uncomfortable chill making you hiss. You position yourself on your back where you can safely cover the backs of your hands as you held your phone. A few more minutes had passed than you had noticed, your screen growing dim as you were forced to look at your newly awakened and chilled state.

That's when it hit you.

No pic, no proof, right?

As you shiver feeling a stroke of air pass over again, a sign that the temperature in the room is actively changing, you look down at your chest. In your defense, they looked at you first. Your nipples are profoundly erect and poking at your shirt begging for attention. You purse your lips before looking back at your screen, contemplating your next moves. Sucking in a small breath you quickly awaken your phone and swipe your screen over to take a photo of yourself.

You angle the electronic to show your chest, your other hand dragging up some of your shirt to show little skin of your stomach. Your nipples were still very much the prominent part of the image. After realistically struggling a bit, you snap the picture and quickly hum in surprise at how good it is. If you were in any other state than your current one, you would've retaken it but you couldn't feel yourself to care knowing he's an ass anyway.

You decide to say something after the image as you bring up the chat and send in the picture.

You

(IMAGE)

is this proof?

[✓] Sent 13:40 P.M.

After setting your phone down and interlocking your fingers together, you stare up at the sky: now that you think about it, what possessed you to send such a scandalous picture all of a sudden? The hormone monster? When was the last time you sent him a proper nude? You rub your face and groan as you now really think about it.

No matter how many times you have sent spicy images, it was the mock post nut clarity after sending it off. Debating if the pic was good enough or hoping that it somehow didn't change sender at the last second. The vulnerable feeling starts to claw its way into your body… and yet you refuse to let it get to you. Just like how everything with Bakugo is, all the nervous feelings always filled you with excitement. You couldn't wait to see his response because you knew damn well he was your munch.

You hear your phone buzz once before turning your head to see it fade to black again. Deciding to not look at it straight away, you get up for the second time today. Fortunately, your room was starting to warm up which meant it was the perfect time to start your day (yes, nearing the second hour of the evening). Your phone buzzes again and you choose to ignore it.

Running through your routine is clockwork. Use the bathroom, brush your teeth, shower, facial, and the last part you hadn't reached yet was to get dressed. You had honestly forgotten about teasing your long-term boyfriend as you freshened up for the day. Typically, you did this as a way to relieve stress and rejuvenate yourself. You hum as you lotion up yourself, welcoming back the feelings of giddiness back to your body. There was no need to rush this; it was almost as though the teasing was for your enjoyment more than his. Again you wrap yourself in your robe and finally sit on your bed to go on your phone. His message reads:

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳Loved your message.

Fuck.

Is this how we're playing today?

[✓] Sent 13:41 P.M.

You bite the inside of your lip before a smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth as you type up a reply.

You

you don't want more? okay… ;( 💔

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

He immediately opens your message and his speech bubbles become afloat.

Bakugo 🤭💕

You know damn well that's not what I meant, brat.

Another form of confirmation would be suitable.

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

There's a pause before he sends his next text.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Please.

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

You

I guess you can since you asked nicely…

[✓] Sent 14:41

He was a good boy you had to admit. When he wanted you, he certainly knew how to play the rules until he could be on top. You admired that about him.

You slightly turn your head to the mirror of your bed. You were currently out of sight in the reflection but had an idea of how you could use it. You scooch up to the edge of your bed, sitting with your legs on each side of the corner closest to the body mirror. Before you could even think about sending off a photo you pull your hair back and neaten it up whether it was with a bonnet or messy bun. Regardless you knew he wouldn't give a fuck but this surge in arousal made you want to look sexy in your most natural state. Skin glowing and thriving, you felt like a goddess.

Blessed that the room is warm enough for you to be naked, you partially undress; eyes watch your irresistible figure come to reveal itself. Of course, even with how much you loved yourself, you couldn't show all of yourself just yet. You pull your robe open enough to expose your chest, a small huff of discontent leaving as the air hits your naked skin again. A hum leaves your chest as you admire yourself a bit more, before positioning the camera in a way to show off your chest. You knew this would drive him insane. After a few awkward angles and shots, you deemed your favorite one and opened back up the messages app once again.

You waste no time uploading the pictures but grow a bit hesitant as you can’t help but feel nervous. You’d think after doing this with a trusted partner it’d be a breeze at this stage. You fidget on the edge of the bed as you type up, delete, then retype, decide to delete and then the process continues. ‘Why was this so hard?? Just send the damn pic!’ You sigh and type up your final draft, ready to send the first proper nude for the evening.

With a final decision, you decide to go with something simple.

You

how’s this?

(IMAGE)

[✓] Sent 14:57

You immediately close out the app once you send it off and fall back onto your bed. There’s a giddy smile on your face as you could only imagine what his reaction would be to see the photo. That was the whole exciting thing about this: the teasing that transpires and the adrenaline rush you receive from it. You don’t bother to check if he’s seen it yet as you think it would be best to let your heart rest. Luckily, it’s not long before you need to wait as your phone buzzes beside you.

After a few moments of waiting you sit up on your side to look at the message, your eyes immediately going for Bakugo’s text. You freeze upon seeing two messages in the same format as yours, a regular text followed by a photo to compliment the exchange. You raise your eyebrows as you prop yourself up on your hand now, tapping his notification and swiping up to look at what he has sent you.

You softly gasp as you open the image, something you were not expecting but will gladly accept. “More than perfect.” You read aloud and scrolled further down to look at the whole image. You grin upon seeing a picture of him palming his hard-on through his pants. It appeared by his scenery and clothing that he truly wasn’t out on patrol today, instead probably filming content to build his likability with his fanbase. Not only that, he was in a dressing room, by himself. He had more than enough time to do what he pleases.

Bakugo was more than ready to up the ante and your slow correspondence was killing him. He knew that this was a frequent way that you liked to tease and play dirty with him. He had been up since 5 a.m. and he was basically waiting impatiently for you to wake up.

It had been about a week or so since you two have seen each other and he was missing you badly. Your dumb jokes, your antics, the “arguments” and especially your touch. Apparently, the pre-planned date for tonight was the type of outing you needed as well. Bakugo sucks his teeth as he starts to feel a blush arise on his cheeks as he can’t help but think about you. And you weren’t making it better with how willing you are to toy with him.

Now it was the blonde-haired male's turn to be nervous awaiting your reply. He watched in expectancy to see your response, sitting up from his slouched position on the couch in his dressing room to read your reply.

#1 Brat

not too bad yourself, honey~

[✓] Sent 15:21

Katsuki is quick to start typing again, pausing when he sees your chat bubbles pop up on his phone.

#1 Brat

mind sending another one more… revealing?

(IMAGE)

[✓] Sent 15:23

He chuckles at your proposition. The laugh subsides as he takes in the new image, revealing more of your body in your lying down position practically mimicking the first photo you had sent for the day. The robe artfully covers but also shows your body and he can’t but groan as he longs to touch you. Your breasts, legs, and tummy are so fucking attractive to him. The fact that you have a pretty face tops it all off makes him feel as though he’s won the jackpot being in love with you. But there was one part that he was longing to see as well, the piece of heaven between your legs. The blonde-haired hero grunts as he starts to type up his message.

Bakugo 🤭💕

I could ask the same from you, beautiful.

[✓] Sent 15:26

You

ah-ah, you first!

[✓] Sent 15:27

“This…” Katsuki mumbles to himself but doesn’t stop from unbuckling his pants anyways. With how hard his length appeared in the earlier photo, it is no surprise at how confined it was pressing against his underwear. With a simple tug, he releases his cock from his briefs, a soft groan leaving his lips as he strokes his cock. The warmth of his hand certainly did not compare to yours at all.

He imagines your hot hands caressing every bit of his skin, your warm mouth that’s skilled with playing with his sweet spots, your plush thighs that wrap around his waist or squish his face. The way he could watch how your chest jiggle with each thrust, the way that your pussy never fails to take him in like it was made for him. Everything about you was cursing him and he needed you badly.

Bakugo tilts his head back against the top of the couch as he starts to speed up his thrusts, now fully getting into the thought of what he’d do to you if you were right next to him right now. How he could easily pick you up and pin you onto the couch as he pounds into you like no tomorrow, not giving a fuck if your moans were too loud and anyone passing by could hear the lewd noises coming from within the room. The way he could watch your face contort into the most erotic expressions all because of him, his touch, his mouth, and his dick most importantly. The moment his hips buck to meet his own stroking hand makes him realize he had distracted himself from his main task.

He fumbles around for his phone before setting it up the way you like the most when watching his videos. The angle is perfectly angled to showcase his impressive length, not tew much balls but enough to show the goodies. He made sure to be vocal as well, letting the camera show his stroking and his thumb rubbing his tip every so often to increase the pleasure. A few times you could hear his soft grunts of your name or an exploitive to release the building-up tension from his masturbation session.

He breathes out as he speeds up his strokes. It seems as though with his jerking that he's getting closer and closer to his climax, the only thing clouding his mind is only you. He softly pants and starts to collect perspiration of sweat on his forehead as he works up to his orgasm. He clenches his jaw as he finally finishes and continues to stroke, showing how much cum he can milk from himself. He hums in mere satisfaction and ends the video to clean up. Unfortunately, that in itself did not rid himself of the boner; a new one was already starting to grow once again.

When he processes the video through the messaging app, there is no cheeky remark or commentary. He is officially worked up and cannot wait any longer.

Bzzz Bzzz

Your eyes widen as you finally get your reply back. You tilt your head in curiosity and feel your heart skip a beat. It is a video. Katsuki sent a fucking video. You bite your lower lip and open the message. There was no other text to accompany it but you already knew what you were in for.

Your breath hitches as the video is straight to the point. You watched his perfectly manicured and clean nails skillfully play with his cock, his large hand almost struggling to wrap around his own length. You hear a small moan and you quickly raise the volume, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that you can hear the erotic noises come from him.

Your hand immediately shoots down to untie your robe, slick already starting to increase and your clit pulsing. You shamelessly moan as your deft fingers stroke at your vulva, your mouth in the shape of an, “o” as you use your fluid to play with your bundle of nerves.

“Shit!” You close your eyes with the image of him stroking his cock deeply ingrained in your mind. The noises he made were enough for you to get off on your own. Your middle finger rubs heavy circles into your clit while your other hand busies itself playing with your nipple, the feeling making you lightly shiver. The sounds of his heavy breathing and the silkiness of his hand rubbing his shaft were driving you crazy, and soon enough your petting wasn’t doing the job. You opt for fingering yourself instead, huffing out a whimper as your fingers barely fill your cunt but make up for it by finding your g-spot at the roof of your pussy.

You weakly open your eyes to watch the screen, your breath growing short and light as you meet your fingering with Katsuki’s stroking hand. Another buzz from your phone makes you sit up a little. Your confused and dazed attention span manages to catch the notification that rolls at the top of the screen.

Bakugo 🤭💕 — 15:45

You better not be finishing yourself off without . . .

You groan in annoyance as you remember why you were even diddling yourself in the first place. You slow your strokes down to properly set up your phone, hastily trying to find a proper angle that shows off your body in its entirety (which wasn’t that hard to do as you were in your bed). You spread your legs for the camera and look into the front camera lens as you insert both fingers into your cunt once again. You tilt your head to the side as you look down at your fingers and work a third finger into yourself.

You moan out his name as you work your right hand's fingers into you, building up to the same pace that you had before with the extra digit inside. “Need you so bad, baby--” You groan, looking back up at the screen. Your left-hand comes up to play with your tits again, the robe that still adorned you slipping off your shoulder as you got closer to your climax.

You whimper, finishing off with your fingers, your eyes looking at your cunt taking in your fingers before glancing back at the camera in lust. You repeated, “fuck” as if in a mantra, your eyes closing and your hips bucking to ride yourself to release. You smile as you slowly take out your fingers, your slick sticking to your fingers and your cunt glistening in juices. Your cunt was puffy and warm with arousal pumping through it and it was clear that you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. You scoot a bit closer to show off your sticky fingers, spreading them for him. You hit stop recording with your clean hand after your finished, wasting no time uploading it into the messenger app.

You

of course not, only for you~

(VIDEO)

[✓] Sent 15:55

As soon as you send it in, a text from him follows. You hop up from your bed as you read, heading back to your bathroom to clean yourself up even though the inevitable would have you in the same state as before.

Bakugo 🤭💕

000-0000 Tokyo-to

Be here in 10 minutes.

[✓] Sent 15:56

Hopefully, your newly scheduled meeting won’t delay his filming.

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mypimpademia · 8 months

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— It’s Worse to Be Nothing

Bakugo x gn! Reader

Synopsis: Based on the song “Promise” by Laufey. Katsuki can’t help but reminisce on his past relationship with you, no matter how bad it was.

TW: Angst, swearing, mentions of (verbal) fighting, toxic relationship, relationship break up

NO MATTER HOW HARD KATSUKI TRIED, HE COULDN’T ACT LIKE HE DIDN’T CARE. He’s always been one to fake his feelings, but you made him betray that mask. He hated that about you, and it made him hate you. But he loved you so much more than he ever cared to admit.

Everything about the vulnerability you made him feel made his heart melt and and his blood boil. Kindness was never his strong suit, and the weakness you made him feel did nothing to help that.

He was a brute, to be frank. You wanted to believe that he loved you, you could feel it. But his words spoke louder than any action he could throw out to counteract them.

He’d pick and he’d poke, till your heart bled and you couldn’t take it anymore. Annoying, clingy, dumbass, among other things that he’d call you on a consistent basis, even when he swore he’d never do it again.

But it takes strength to date him in the first place, and you’d bite and you’d bark back just as hard. You’d hit him where it hurts, probably hurting him more than he hurt you. But if he wanted to play the tough guy card, then so be it.

You never said anything he didn’t already know, but that made it worse. You saw all these flaws in him that he constantly tried to hide from the world, and still loved him for them. And in the end, you hated him for them as well.

He was rude, an asshole even, arrogant, loud mouthed, foul mannered, and all around disrespectful. And he knew that, he knows that. He’ll never find anyone that would love him despite all this, not after you. Even if he did, they’re not you.

Katsuki is not perfect like he pretends to be, he makes more mistakes than he’d ever like to admit. His worst mistake was kicking up one too many arguments with you.

A bad day at work, a cold dinner, muddy and bloodied boots, the moon at its peak in the night sky, it was all too much. All you did was ask for communication, and to this day he wished he had the skills for it then.

Maybe he wouldn’t have screamed at you, maybe you wouldn’t have screamed at him. Maybe you wouldn’t have said packed that suitcase, maybe he wouldn’t have asked you where the fuck you were going. Maybe you wouldn’t have thrown your promise ring in his face, maybe you wouldn’t have left.

Just maybe, if he was a better man. Maybe if he was better to you. So many possibilities, so many standards he couldn’t, and may never, meet.

Your relationship was a dumpster fire at its best, and it hurt you both more than anything. But it’s worse to be nothing with you.

If Katsuki could count the amount of times he’s attempted to plan out how to win you back, he’d be ashamed. Because in every mentally mapped attempt, possibly even every universe, it never works out. You’d never last together.

But if you did, someway, somehow, he would take it. He’d take any berating from you, kill for him or kill him, and he’d love you all the same. It’s desperate and pathetic, but you don’t even have to love him back. As long as you live, and even after, he will always love you.

You are simultaneously the best and worse thing to ever happen to Katsuki, and he wishes he could let go.

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tigerlilla · 1 year

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act like you like me

(part two)

part one … part three

“sorry,” you shifted in the booth, “i’m nervous.”

he sighed. bakugo had messaged you last week about going on a double date with red riot and his boyfriend. you had happily agreed, totally fangirling.

“i don’t want to disappoint them,” you mumbled, adjusting your dress.

“just sit still and look pretty,” bakugo said. “you’ll be fine.”

you couldn’t even form a witty comeback, still squirming in your seat. your stomach was twisted in knots.

"bakugo!" you immediately recognized the voice.

"shitty hair," bakugo grinned, standing up from the booth. you smiled at the red headed hero and the hot blonde on his arm.

red riot smiled at you, "i'm glad i finally get to meet you."

you smiled, "the pleasure is all mine, red riot."

"kirishima," he replied, flashing his pointy teeth. "and this is my boyfriend, dylan."

the blonde beamed at you, "i've seen you in the news."

you laughed, "i've seen you as well." you remebered when kirishima and the model started dating, the positive and negative coments in the media.

"only my best angles, i hope," dylan smiled. you liked him.

bakugo and kirishima broke off into their own conversation.

“i loved you and bakugo at the go kart track,” dylan giggled, nursing a glass of something you couldn’t pronounce.

“god, that was two weeks ago,” you covered your face with your hands, “and it’s still being shared.”

“it’s cute!” dylan insisted. “pro heroes, they get yelled at by their partners just like us.” you smiled. “enough chit chat, we should dance!”

the thumping of the music had gotten progressively louder through the night. you played with the edge of your glass, admiring the lipstick smudge. god, when was the last time you were in a club? especially one for pro heroes and famous models.

you moved to tap bakugo on the shoulder as he turned to you, your faces much closer than you expected, “i’m going dancing with dylan,” you said. he nodded.

dylan grabbed your hand, pulling you into the crowd of bodies.

…

MODEL DYLAN RYLANT AND DYNAMIGHT’S GIRLFRIEND SPOTTED AT THE CLUB

DOUBLE DATE!! DYNAMIGHT AND RED RIOT TOGETHER WITH PARTNERS

DYNAMIGHT’S FRISKY NIGHT WITH GIRLFRIEND

you clicked on the last article, eyes drawn to the paparazzi pic of you on bakugo’s arm leaving the club, the hair you worked so hard on a terrible mess.

“pro hero dynamight was spotted leaving guy’s social club with his girlfriend alongside red riot and partner dylan rylant.” you continued to read, “fans were quickly drawn to a blurry picture of what seems like an intimate moment.”

another paparazzi picture. this one was from a phone camera, and showed your face centimeters from bakugo’s. your stomach twisted.

“bakugo and his girlfriend have yet to lay on the pda, but fans are hoping this is just the beginning of hot moments caught on camera.”

you scrolled through the comments; most positive. one in particular caught your eye, “couple of the year!! love them so much! love seeing this side of dynamight, he’s not a total ass lol”

you smiled and leaned back against the bakery counter, already thinking of what snarky comment to include when you sent the link to bakugo.

...

"see you, monday!" you smiled at your favorite customer. he came every saturday evening and bought crossiants and donuts for his family to enjoy sunday morning. his wife liked the berry crossiant with extra berries, he picked a ham and cheese crossiant, and he always got his sons donuts with sprinkles. last year, you made his twin sons an 8th birthday croquembouche with donut holes instead of cream puffs.

your reminiscing was interrupted by a call from dylan. "hey, wh-"

“where are you?” he said, sounding out of breath.

“at the bakery. what’s wrong?” you asked, quickly becoming concerned.

“your address was leaked, i just saw it-”

“what do- how? i-“

“i don't think you should be at the bakery right now. shit, i have to go. please be safe.” he hung up.

you pushed yourself off the counter, heading for the back room, already dialing bakugo, like an instinct you didn’t know you had.

the hero picked up on the third ring, “i’m at work, what-“

“dylan just called and said that my address was leaked and i don’t know what to do and-“

you heard him curse under his breath, “i’ll be there in a minute.”

“i don’t even know if it’s true or how he knows or-“

“calm down and stay in the back. i’ll be there soon.” bakugo hung up, leaving you feeling worse than before.

a quick search confirmed what dylan said; there was a whole thread of people talking about you, your real full name, where you lived, speculating how you spent your free time above the old bakery you worked at and why you dropped out of college. everything private that all might said he'd protect.

EVERY LIE DYNAMIGHT FED US ABOUT HIS GIRLFRIEND

you wanted to cry and scream and throw up. you were just looking at positive articles talking about how cute you and bakugo were last week.

you were too focused on the “leaked” picture of you walking into the bakery late one night, bakugo’s car in the background, to notice the pro hero stomping into the kitchen.

bakugo ripped your phone out of your hand. “we’re leaving.”

“this is my job,” you replied. “i can’t just leave.”

“that extra can fill in,” bakugo gestured to the high schooler playing on his phone in front of the oven.

“i-“

the entire building was filled with the sound of the bell on the counter being pounded over and over. “helloooo, is anyone here? i’m looking for bakugo’s girlfriend.”

you groaned. “i think me staying here would be worse. i’ll go talk to mr matsura and explain why you’ll be at the counter today, ichiro.”

hearing his name, the boy looked up from his phone, sputtering, “no, this is your mess. i’m not dealing with it. i don’t even-“

“oi! don’t fuckin talk to her like that,” bakugo barked, eyes locked on the poor kid. “no one gives a shit about your excuses, just do your damn job.”

the poor boy was terrified, eyes wide and a trembling frown. ichiro nodded and left, heading out to the woman still banging on the counter.

“that was really nice,” you frowned up at bakugo. “what’s wrong with you?”

“can’t even stick up for my damn girlfriend,” he mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

“thank you for sticking up for your poor damn girlfriend,” you put a hand on his arm. it felt like the perfect moment to peck him on the cheek, but you weren’t really his girlfriend and there weren’t any cameras to catch the moment, so really, there was no excuse for it. “i’m going to talk to mr matsura. help yourself to the fruit bars you like. i’ll be back in a minute.”

you walked over to your boss’s office door, knocking before letting yourself in. “good afternoon, sir. i am-“

the older man narrowed his eyes at you, “if you wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to replace, i’d fire you.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.

“at first i thought you dating that chump might be good for business. but you lied about where you worked, like anyone would believe you worked at a private financial firm,” you frowned at his insult, “and now it’s blown up in your face. take the rest of the day off. you better be here monday with all this mess cleaned up.”

“thank you, sir,” you bowed your head and slipped out the door. somehow the conversation had gone better and worse than you expected. you didn’t really peg your boss as the type of guy who read about who the pros were dating, but maybe you were wrong.

bakugo was not in the kitchen where you’d left him. he was not by the rack with the fruit bars. and he certainly was not the type to go talk to the lady asking ichiro for an interview about “the hero’s whore” (way harsh). to the boy’s credit, he kept his mouth closed.

you heard the thumping of his boots above your head and rolled your eyes. what a gentleman. you took the stairs by twos.

“why are you up here?” you asked, rounding the corner into your open bedroom. “holy shit.”

bakugo stood in front of your window, a giant crack spiderwebbing across the glass. “i heard a noise. maybe a rock.”

“oh my god,” hysteria wound it’s way up your throat. “they’re trying to kill me.”

“we’re leaving. get your shit. you’ll stay the night with me.”

you ignored him, rushing to draw the curtains on each window in your apartment. you weren’t sure if it would help, but it seemed like something.

by the time you got back into your bedroom, bakugo was picking through your closet, shoving things into a backpack he plucked off a hook.

he must have felt bad for you, for he softened just a bit, “i’ll call someone i know who sets up security systems, tomorrow. your window can be fixed too.”

“i don’t know if-“

please, just trust me.” he held out the partially stuffed backpack, gripping the strap with white knuckles.

“okay,” you replied quietly, taking the bag. you left out the back door ten minutes later, your stuffed backpack slung over bakugo’s shoulder.

…

you were quiet on the drive to bakugo’s apartment. there was too much to think about. you had texted dylan, updating him on what happened and asking for advice.

bakugo pulled into a big garage and turned off his car, sitting in the silence for a few seconds.

you wanted to reach out and touch his face, pull on the scowl he’d been wearing the whole day.

he turned, his red eyes catching on your face. “what are you staring at?”

“that ugly snarl ruining your pretty face,” you quipped back.

bakugo scowled deeper as you smiled. “whatever,” he grumbled as he got of his car, slamming the door behind him. bakugo led you from his private garage into the elevator and up the eleven floors to his apartment.

you held your tongue as he unlocked the front door. you couldn’t even imagine how luxurious his apartment must be. you slipped off your shoes, stepped inside, and frowned.

“be careful, you’ll get frown lines,” bakugo snarled as you frowned at his small apartment.

“are you sure we’re in the right place?” you asked, ignoring his comment. “this is tiny.”

“two bedrooms, one and a half bath,” he shrugged.

“you’re one of the most famous heroes in the world,” you gaped. “why do you only have one shower?”

bakugo looked at you like you were stupid, “why would i need more than one?”

“i… don’t know,” you frowned. “i guess i’m just used to people flaunting their wealth.” you looked around at the minimalist apartment; open floor plan with hardwood floor and eggshell walls, two rooms tucked off from the main space, a big kitchen with a bar, a tv propped on a quaint table in front of a sagging couch.

bakugo shrugged and walked off, your bag still on his back. “you can sleep in here. i’ll get new sheets.”

you followed him into the second bedroom. a bed was tucked in the corner, most of the room overtaken by a treadmill and an exercise bike and other miscellanous things shoved against the wall.

he must have noticed your gaze, he added, “i can move that shit if it bothers you.”

“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind.”

bakugo placed your backpack on the floor and left the room for a second before coming back with pale orange bed sheets. you stood there and watched as he stretched the thin cotton over the bed, the muscles in arms straining against his black tshirt. he stood up turning back towards you, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. “all might’s loosing his fucking mind.” you nodded and he left you in the bedroom by yourself.

you dumped the backpack out on the bed, immediately giggling at what bakugo had packed at the bottom; a short black dress, black sneakers, black jeans, and a black tank top. he wanted you to match him, apparently. tucked at the very bottom of your bag were your bright pink, fuzzy pig slippers. you nearly squealed.

your excitement was quickly overshadowed by bakugo slamming his fist on the wall outside the apartment and yelling something you couldn’t quite make out.

you tip toed outside your room, trying to snoop become more aware of your surroundings.

bakugo’s bedroom was beside yours, the door closed. you opened the door slightly, peering in through the crack. immediately you slammed your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. you opened the door wider, eyeing the bookshelf full of all might collectibles. magazines, books, action figures, soda cans; they were all there. holy shit.

“what are you doing?” bakugo barked, having snuck in after his intense call with all might.

you stepped back from the room, your eyes going wide, “sorry. i was looking for the bathroom.”

the corner of his mouth ticked up. he pointed to an open door on the other side of your room, obviously the bathroom. “bathroom’s right there.”

"got it. thanks." you wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. you quickly walked to the bathroom, sitting down on top of the toliet seat. you stayed there, knees tucked against your chest.

so much had happened recently. you met dylan only a week ago. you hadn’t even been dating bakugo for two full months. you were thrust into the spotlight and quite honestly, you should have expected it. what did you think was going to happen, everyone would love you and be perfectly content to respect your privacy?

you had to give yourself credit. you were handling it all super fucking amazingly. look at you, sitting in bakugo’s guest bathroom, completely composed even though your deepest darkest secrets were probably out there, floating on the web, and your address getting leaked was only the tip of the iceberg.

you were fine. you would be fine.

bakugo turned on the tv in the living room, flipping over to the news. you could hear through the walls. he would settle on a channel and then change it a minute later. it was obnoxious. he wouldn’t even listen to a fully story.

you opened the door as soon as you heard your name from the anchor, “wait, stop.”

bakugo barely spared you a glance before changing the channel.

“no, go back to that last one.” bakugo flipped to the next station. “can you please go back?”

he sighed loudly, going back to the channel talking about you. you caught the end of what they were saying.

“…was kicked out of ivy university’s hero costume design program and started working at sweetie’s bake house last year.”

another anchor jumped in, “dynamight works for all might’s agency, which has a history of working to protect the privacy of their heroes. concealing where she worked and her full name kept her safe. look what happened.”

“the agency’s statement claimed she had a different job, different background, and name. can we even trust that they’re actually dating?”

jesus. they were having a fucking round table about you on air. and they were right.

“also, look at who they keep as company. can we even be sure she’s actually a girl?” one of them laughed.

“turn it off,” you said quietly. but bakugo had already powered off the tv by the time you finished. you caught his red eyes focused on your face.

“hero suit designer, eh?” bakugo drew your attention to him.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “yeah, wanna hear my advice? throw away those ugly ass gauntlets.”

he barked out a laugh.

you took his laugh as an invitation to join him on the couch. so you did, sitting on the far opposite end, over two feet of space between the two of you. you frowned at the pile of folders sitting on the coffee table, “work on a saturday evening?” anything to not have to talk about what just happened on tv.

“yeah,” he grunted, pulling the stack onto his lap. “i’m already behind on incident reports and i have to complete my property damage assessment for the quarter and someone needed rescuing in the middle of my paperwork.”

you sighed dramatically, tossing your hand over your forehead, “o wise one, great lord katsuki, how can i ever repay you for rescuing me, a poor damsel in distress?” he gave you a dirty look. you dropped the act, “i can help you with your paperwork. what is it? signing your name on the line?” you took the folder off the top of the stack. “i’m sure i can forge your name-“

bakugo ripped the paper from you, snarling. “don’t fucking touch my shit.”

you quieted, pulling back your hand, “i’m sorry. i didn’t… sorry.”

he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, staying silent.

you quietly asked, “is there anyway i can help? proofreading reports or anything? i feel bad for putting you even further behind.”

the sun had begun to set, the lack of light in the room accentuating the dark circles under his eyes, the scar running down his left cheek. he stayed quiet, eyes focused on the papers in his lap.

you stood up from the couch, slipping back into the room you were using. you pulled your phone out of your pocket, noticing a hundred missed texts from dylan. you called and he picked up on the first ring.

“hi, how are you? where are you? are you safe?”

you smiled, “hi, dylan. i’m at bakugo’s apartment.”

“thank god. i’m sorry this is happening to you.”

“it’s not your fault,” you replied, picking at the orange blanket bakugo had laid across the bed. “this would have happened eventually.”

“it still sucks. i’m really sorry,” dylan sighed.

“it does suck. just a couple days ago i was a hero who somehow had clawed my way into the heart of stone cold bakugo and now i’m college dropout fraud.” the irony wasn’t lost on you. you were a fraud. you hadn’t unlocked bakugo’s heart, you’d clumsily fallen into his wallet.

“the media is ridiculously dramatic about everything. post a cute picture and they’ll forget all about this,” dylan replied.

“i don’t know. my work-“

“eiji, baby, i’m a genius!” dylan yelled. “i’ve had a wonderful idea. i’ll call you back tomorrow. and hey, i’ve had the terrible pleasure of knowing bakugo since eiji and i started dating and i know he’s a pain in the ass and i know he’s probably being mean to you about all of this stupid shit, but i also know that he cares for you and his piss poor attitude is him trying to show you that. i’ll have eiji kick him in the ass if you want me to, mkay? i’ll talk to you later, doll! call me if you need anything!”

“bye, i- you already hung up.” dylan was a fever dream. an addictive, confusing, amazing fever dream.

there was a knock on your door and bakugo let himself in.

he stood in the doorway, his shoulders somehow taking up the entire width. his red eyes were on you, so intense you wanted to curl in on yourself. “was that dylan?”

you nodded.

bakugo swallowed and you watched his throat bob. “i’m…” he swallowed again, “sorry.”

you blinked.

“i’m sorry for snapping at you.” he clinched his fists, like this was physically painful for him.

“it’s okay,” you replied, turning your face from him if just to relieve yourself from the burning of his gaze.

“no, you had a fuckin’ shit day and i made it worse and i am sorry.”

you turned back to him, still not wanting to meet his fiery eyes, instead focusing on the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft slope of his neck, the small huff of his breath, the small scar by his temple that you’d never noticed until now. “thank you.” your eyes flicked up to his and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening and his jaw unclenching.

“did you want the money to go back to school?” he asked softly, as if he was scared to break the peace he just built.

“yes, but i also wanted a super hot pro hero boyfriend,” you bit down on your smile. “i secretly like the attention.”

the corner of bakugo’s mouth quirked up, “you think i’m super hot?”

“no, i’m using you to get to eraser head,” you taunted.

bakugo scoffed, “he’s old and ugly, been that way for years.”

you gasped, “take that back! i had his hero card framed and on my nightstand all throughout high school.”

bakugo laughed, his grin a devilish sight. “you never had my rookie hero card framed?”

“never even bought it,” you puffed out your chest.

“jesus woman, you’re killin’ me,” bakugo rolled his eyes, leaning back against the door frame.

“i haven’t even told you the best part,” you grinned. “i do have a hero card from your ua class; a signed shoto rookie card i payed a shit ton for.”

bakugo snarled, showing those pretty white canines, “yer just being fuckin mean, now.”

“obviously i liked the quiet, broody types,” you said, trying to contain your giggle.

bakugo looked like he was about to say something, but decided not to. he shook he head and walked out of your room. “whatever. are you hungry?”

you followed him into the kitchen, plopping down on a barstool. “i could eat.” you watched him move around the kitchen, his muscles slowly loosening, the stress in his face lightening. bakugo was loud and rambunctious and often overwhelming, but he had this grace and softness and fluidity that peeked through when you were looking hard enough.

“admiring the view?” bakugo smirked, saucepan in hand.

you blinked, startled out of your trance. you eyes had drifted to his chest, the fabric of his black shirt stretching over his pecs. “i am. thinking about how your hero costume should show more side boob.”

he hummed, “maybe i should get you a job in the costume department at the agency.”

“you have your own costume department? don’t most agencies just order from big brands?”

“it’s plus ultra, we have our own everything,” bakugo responded, tossing something else into the pan.

“plus ultra is such a dorky name for a hero agency.” you tilted your head, “why haven’t you and deku made your own agency yet?”

“running an agency is more paperwork than helping people. all might does the shit i don’t want to do,” he shrugged, dumping the contents of the pan onto plates.

“mhm, that’s why you came home with a giant stack of paperwork,” you raised an eyebrow. you knew better than to push him anymore, so you changed the subject. “where did you learn how to cook?”

“my mom,” he responded. “the old hag taught me to be good with a knife first, then flavor, and by then i liked it enough to keep cooking.” he slid a dish of pasta across the bar to you.

“thank you. you know, being good at cooking and high intelligence are deeply interlinked,” you said. you twisted up a bite of the pasta, knowing it would be delicious just from the heavenly smells. “you’re adaptable, make quick decisions, scrappy; all traits of a good chef and hero.”

“you bake, it’s the same as cooking.”

“baking is all about control, getting all the right measurements and techniques. it’s logical and straightforward. not like cooking at all. i’m a terrible cook,” you admitted.

“it’s not hard,” bakugo frowned.

“i wish i could make food that tastes this good,” you hummed, shoveling pasta into your mouth. he gave you his look of amused disgust, “sorry, i haven’t eaten all day.”

he smirked, pushing more pasta from the pan onto your plate, “eat up, princess.”

…

katsuki had told you he was going to bed 30 minutes ago. he had lied.

the day had been total shit. he wasn’t even sure why the media was so upset with you, but he was pissed about it. he was pissed about many things. but most of all, he was pissed about the folder sitting in front of him. the folder he had ripped out of your hands just a few hours ago.

he had known what was inside of that folder, who had dropped it off on his desk, who was getting fired on monday.

the folder sat open on his bed as he stared down at the paper inside of it. total fucking bullshit. he hated the press people at all might’s agency. he hated every one of his actions being picked over by a group of extras, predicting how it would effect his popularity polls, his hero ranking.

they were the ones who had pushed bakugo into your little agreement and now they were the ones wanting him to break it off.

he didn’t give a shit that his popularity poll had dropped by 2.3% today. he didn’t give a shit that you had “served her purpose” and were “dead weight now.”

couldn’t they see what a breath of fresh air you were? how his incident response satisfaction rating had increased by 14% since you two had started dating? that his popularity polls had been better than deku’s for the past month?

they had ate that shit up last week. you were an accessory to them, bakugo had realized. you were to be worn on his arm when they pleased and thrown away when they found something better, a new way to boost his ratings.

they even had included a goddamn breakup press statement in the folder. you had dropped out of college, not killed the fucking emperor.

bakugo picked up his phone, mulling over dylan’s text.

dylan (kiri): had a great idea on how to cheer up ur girlfriend. you haven’t been to our poker nights in sooo long and i think she would like meeting all ur friends. i can even post a cute pic of u the world will go crazy over. we have a private room at the club so it’ll be totally safe. it can be a cute lil date!!!

he replied, a short and sweet “k.”

dylan (kiri): yay!!!! i’ll bring the booze n the friends, you bring the hottie

dylan (kiri): hottie meaning ur girlfriend

dylan (kiri): i know u struggle connecting the dots sometimes xox

bakugo rolled his eyes and tossed his phone back on his bed, picking up the shitty documents inside the folder.

he ripped them up, dropping the shredded paper into the toliet bowl, flushing it down the pipes.

fuck it. he still had a month and a half left with you, whether his shitty pr team liked it or not.

…

“good morning, grumpy pants. you’re looking soft and cuddly this morning,” you smiled at a sulking bakugo standing in the kitchen as you slid out of your bedroom.

“it’s almost noon,” he grumbled, pushing a plate of eggs and rice across the bar.

“i was tired,” you shrugged, nibbling on a cold chunk of scrambled egg. “can you microwave this for like a minute?” bakugo gave you the strangest look. “why are you looking at me like that? it’s cold.”

“if you woke up at a reasonable time, it would have been warm.” bakugo crossed his arms over his chest, wearing his typical black tshirt and pants. “i don’t have a microwave, shitters cause cancer.”

you rolled your eyes, “jesus, you are such an old man. microwaves are safe, i’ve been using them my whole life.”

he raised a blond eyebrow, “maybe that explains the college dropout thing.”

your jaw dropped, “that was so mean! i dropped out because i was broke and they were going to kick me out if i couldn’t pay, not because i’m stupid.” you pouted, shoving his plate of food back towards him. “i think i liked it better when you ignored me.”

the corner of his mouth ticked up. goddamn his stupidly cute little smile. “sure.” bakugo slid the food of your plate into a pan, placing it back atop the stove. his back was to you, his massive shoulders blocking the entire stove hood vent from view.

“anything exciting in the paper today?” you ask, reaching for it across the countertop. “i would read it, but i can’t read. dropped out of college, remember?” you heard bakugo’s scoff smirk and smiled. “anything about me?”

he turned back around, sliding the pile of steaming rice back onto your plate. “i think they’ve forgotten all about your college scandal, princess.”

you took a bite of the food, nearly burning your mouth. “mmmmnghff, ‘eally? il yam uz ight” bakugo waited for you to swallow and translate. “i said “dylan was right.” he told me the whole thing would blow over soon. now i just have to take care of my address leak.”

bakugo leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. you hated that his arms looked so good when he did that. “i called a security company this morning, they can install a system by wednesday.”

your eyes widened, “thank you, katsuki. i appreciate that.”

he nodded. “you’ll be staying with me until it’s set up.”

“what?” you frowned, “i have work tomorrow. all my stuff is in my apartment, my clothes, my-“

“i packed you clothes.”

“you packed me a mini dress and pig slippers, bakugo.”

he looked at you, his pretty face completely neutral, “yeah, that’s what you wear.”

you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. “oh my god, katsuki. you’re too cute.” the look on his face told you he didn’t understand what you thought was so funny. you gestured to the clothes you were still wearing from the day before, your long sleeve bakery shirt and jeans.

he scoffed, “fine. we can stop by your apartment and pick up a few things.”

you cocked your head, “and you’re going to take me to work tomorrow morning?”

he nodded, “it’s on the way to the agency.”

you shrugged, “okay. thank you for breakfast.”

bakugo took your empty plate, dumping it in the sink. “i am taking you somewhere tonight.”

“you’re taking me somewhere? where?”

“secret.”

you raised an eyebrow, “it’s a surprise?” bakugo nodded. “is there a dress code?” you frowned, “will there be paparazzi?”

he shook his head, “no, you’ll be fine.”

you sighed out of relief. “i’m excited. will you tell me where we’re going? have i been there before?”

bakugo grunted, pushing himself off the counter, “i’m not telling you.”

“is it like a date or…? don’t walk away from me! are you taking me on a super secret surprise date, bakugo katsuki?” you giggled as he slammed his bedroom door in your face. “are you sure all might didn’t put you up to this?” you yelled through his door.

“shut up.”

you laughed, walking the few steps over to the bedroom that’d be yours for a bit longer than expected.

…

“we have to leave in an hour,” bakugo said, plopping down on the only chair in your entire apartment.

“i’ll hurry,” you promised, slipping into your bedroom. your first stop was the shower and you couldn’t forget to pack your nice soaps for your brief stay at hotel bakugo.

you had made sure you packed the black dress bakugo had picked out so you could change into it after your shower. bakugo was wearing a dress shirt, so you figured you had to be going somewhere nice.

by the time you were dressed, your backpack was full of soap and clothes and your laptop and the cook book you were stealing recipes from.

“okay, i’m ready with fifteen minutes to spare. i just need to put on my shoes,” you stepped out of your bedroom.

bakugo was leafing through the books scattered on your kitchen counter. fashion magazines were haphazardly spread out next to week old cups of tea and empty plates, a cookbook was opened to a croissant recipe, a newspaper with bakugo on the front had a crusty bowl of oatmeal covering up the best part of his costume, your favorite smut series was stacked against the wall.

“god, that’s embarrassing,” you mumbled to yourself, balancing on one leg while you buckled your platform sandal.

bakugo turned to you, the sinking sun catching on his hair, making it look like spun gold. he was so gorgeous it made you sick.

you stood up, passing him your backpack bursting at the seams. “how do i look?” you asked, doing a tiny spin before looking back at him over the open back of the dress.

“like you’re going to complain about being cold,” he grumbled, leaning against your kitchen wall. bakugo held out the jacket tucked under his arm.

you narrowed your eyes, but took the jacket, slipping into it. his big black zip up probably ruined your adorable little black dress, but bakugo was right. you would have complained about being cold the minute you stepped outside.

bakugo slid the backpack over his shoulder, heading for the front door.

“oh, wait,” you stopped, “i left something. i’ll be right back.” bakugo sighed, but you ignored him, heading back for your bedroom.

you pulled out the trunk from under your bed, opening it up to what you knew would be laying neatly on top.

you pulled the limited edition rookie hero card still in its protective sleeve from its prized position atop the trunk and slid it into your sweatshirt pocket. you smiled to yourself as you kicked the trunk back under your bed and walked back to your front door.

“okay, i’m ready now.”

you locked your apartment door behind you and followed bakugo down the stairs and back out to his car.

“will you please tell me where we’re going?” you asked, pouting in the passenger seat of his sports car.

“no, stop asking,” he grumbled, eyes catching yours in the rear view mirror.

satisfied with his annoyance, you rubbed your thumb over the hero card hiding in your pocket, biting down on your smile.

“why are you smiling like that?” bakugo asked.

“it’s a secret,” you smiled wider, satisfied with yourself. bakugo grumbled something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

he was the same grumbly, grouchy boy you’d met 10 years ago on the side of the street after a villain attack, pissed off that you’d asked him to sign your rookie card you had spent hours looking through card packs to find. and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

next chapter!!

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missyaess · 1 year

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Maybe Meant To Be - Fake Dating - pt.1

pt.2 pt.3

Katsuki bakugo x Jealous Reader x Midoriya Izuku

You were all training together when the familiar uncomfortable feeling made its way in your stomach.Uraraka was a great friend of yours,always has been.Still,you couldn’t help but get angry at the way she was standing so close to your crush during sparring.Especially with the way you knew she used to have a crush on him for a few months at the start of the year.You knew it was childish so you never said it out loud,but you didn’t need to with the way you were staring daggers at the poor girl.Noticing this,Mina put a hand on your shoulder.

-Uh oh, we might find a certain floaty girl murdered tonight in her bed.

At this you scoffed and removed her hand from your shoulder.

-Stop it.

You weren’t mad at Mina,she was just trying to help.But you were so on edge you could just blow up any minute.You’ve been staring too long that Uraraka noticed you and she smiled nervously with a hand on her neck.You smiled back but dropped it instantly as she removed her gaze from yours.You honestly felt horrible but still couldn’t help it.

-I honestly don’t get you two.

Mina said as she gestured between you and Bakugo who was uncharacteristically laughing at something Uraraka said.You huffed and averted your gaze to Mina.

-What do you mean?

She laughed and pulled you closer as you two started walking away from the scene to somewhere more secluded.

-You two are always competing yet somehow you have a soft spot for each other.

You blushed and smiled at her comment.That was true and you loved your relationship the way it was.You both challenged and brought out the best in each other.You studied and fought harder just to beat Bakugo.

You were smiling to yourself when you heard a laughter and you found yourself brought back to reality.Uraraka was laughing at something Bakugo said like he was the funniest guy alive.A scowl started to form on your face.

-Hey Y/N!

You didn’t even notice Midoriya approach you two.He waved a hand in front of your face to break you out of your trance and smiled kindly.That’s what you loved about Izuku Midoriya,he had the kindest smile.

-Hi Izuku.You done for the day?

-Yeah, i was wondering if you guys wanted to study together for the test coming up.

As you talked about the upcoming tests and exams and more school stuff,you forgot all about Bakugo and Uraraka.You were thankful to Midoriya for the distraction.

-Okay,I’ll see you later then.

As Midoriya left with that,Aizawa announced that the training session was over.You all went to your dorms and after you took a shower you lied down on your bed,scrolling through your phone.That’s when you saw it.

Uraraka had posted a picture of your crush with the caption ‘best teammate!!’and he was smiling in the picture.He was smiling?He didn’t usually smile to his friends.You couldn’t help the growing feeling of jealousy in your stomach.Your heart dropped when you saw Bakugo liked it.This was it.They were going to date and you would die alone.Oh god,why was this happening to you?Tears started forming in your eyes but you blinked them away.You weren’t going to cry because of something like this.You just needed a distraction.As you were about to call Mina she called you first.

-Y/N DID YOU SEE WHAT URARAKA POST-

-Yeah I did,don’t remind me please.

-Girl are you okay?I can come over if you want.

-Actually that would be great,thanks.

You hung up and as you waited for Mina,you opened up the post again.Were they dating?Did Uraraka confess and he returned his feelings?You hoped this was just their way of showing their friendship and nothing more.As you were lost in thought someone knocked on your door.Thank god Mina’s finally here.

You jumped out your bed and went to open the door.When you opened the door it was not who you were expecting.

-Midoriya?What are you doing here?

The shy boy scratched his neck.

-I needed to talk to you.

-Oh,is there something wrong?

-Well,kinda.

He mumbled something’s to himself while you invited him by stepping away.Sitting on your bed you invited him near you.

-Look,I kinda noticed the way you look at and act around Kacchan and I think you like him.

You were full on panicking mode.If the most oblivious boy ever knew,everybody could figure it out!Were you that obvious?

-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about I don’t-

-It’s fine!I like Uraraka-chan.

He cut you off uncharacteristically.You were shocked at his confession.Of course you noticed,but why was he saying these things to you?

-Oh…I’m confused Midoriya.

-I’m sure you saw the post she posted…With Kacchan.

-Yeah…Are you okay?

-Same as you I guess…No.

You both stayed in awkward silence for a while before there was another knock on your door.

-Oh,were you expecting someone?

-It’s just Mina.You can stay if you want.

-If it’s not a problem I’d like to stay.

He smiled and your heart warmed at his smile.He was such a sweet boy.

As you both filled Mina in on everything,she had this mischievous smirk on her face.

-Why are you so happy about our tragedy again?

You asked as Mina put her arm around you.

-Because, my dear friend, I have an idea.That involves the both of you,Uraraka-Chan And Bakugo.

Midoriya and you looked at each other before looking back at Mina.

-What is it?

-You two should date each other.

-WHAT?

You both said in unison,Midoriya getting redder by the second.You were not much better.

-Not like that dummies!Fake dating,to get Bakugo and Uraraka jealous!

-But…would that work?

Midoriya’s question surprised you.Was he really willing to do this?Then again,weren’t you?What did you have to lose?

-Look,I think they both have a thing for you but I don’t know what’s going on between them either.Let’s try this and find out,plus wouldn’t it be fun?

You talked about the plan for an hour before Mina decided it was time for her to leave and you were left alone with Midoriya.

-So…we’re really doing this huh?

You asked to break the silence.

-Yeah…You want to right?

-Of course!Even if it fails we won’t lose anything.Right?

-Yes,of course.

Midoriya got up slowly clearing his throat.

-I better leave too.See you tomorrow.

-Yeah,see you.

You knew what Midoriya said meant more than I’ll see you tomorrow in class.It meant we’ll be dating from now on.And you were really excited to see how things would play out.

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explosionkatsu · 1 year

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"Age doesn't matter" 12

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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But before Katsuki could close the gap,

“I’m here! With the gang- “

Katsuki immediately pulled away causing him to slip and fall flat on the floor while Y/n, who just quickly turned around and acted as if nothing happened, completely ignoring Katsuki.

Y/n knew how precious Katsuki took care of his image especially in front of his friends, so she threw a wet rag on the floor beside him making it look like as if he’s wiping the floor.

“Heyaa kiddooo!” Denki beamed almost jumping at Kazui.

Eijiro who was smiling while looking around followed by Sero and Mina.

“Hey kid, where’s your dad?” Eijiro said as he ruffles Kazui’s head who smiled up at him while Sero shut the door behind.

“Papa is with Ms. Y/n in the kitchen.” Kazui giggled as Denki picked him up.

“Oho, a woman.” Mina playfully said nudging Sero who grinned.

“I think I heard her name before.” Denki grinned carrying Kazui in his arms.

“How have you been, Zuiiii.” Mina grinned as she squishes Kazui’s cheeks.

“Haha alright, enough of that.” Eijiro shakes his head as he makes his way to the kitchen where he found Katsuki seemingly wiping the floor while you are washing the dishes. Both red?

“Heya guys?” Eijiro said confusedly as he approaches them.

“Who fucking said you could just barge in, hah!” Katsuki stood up, being careful not to slide again as he held the wet rag.

“Hahaha whoah, calm down.” Eijiro chuckled. “Hey there Y/n!” He waved.

Y/n only nods at him, face still red as Eijiro watches her.

Suspicious.

“Oi don’t ignore me! Pikachu! Put Kazui down!”

“So, you’re the teacher Eijiro has been talking about.” Mina giggled beside you while she held both your hands.

She’s interesting, you thought.

“You’re cute.” Denki winked as he was about to pick another french fries from the bowl on the coffee table. “You single?” HE asked before popping the fries in his mouth.

“Oi.” Katsuki growled, “Back the fuck off.”

“Calm down man, you don’t have to be so possessive” Eijiro put a hand in front of Katsuki who was about to beat the shit out of Denki.

“Maybe they’re dating.” Sero snickered and took a gulp of his drink. “Let her another though.” Sero smirked.

“Guys stop it hahaha.” Eijiro laughed still holding the angry Katsuki.

Y/n just sweat dropped. So, these are his friends. His trusted one.

“Ms. Y/n, I want juice.”

Y/n was brought out from her thought when she felt Kazui tug her shirt. “Of course, sweetie.”

What Y/n didn’t know was this action was being watched.

She excused herself from the group and guided Kazui way to the kitchen where let him open the fridge where his juices were. “Here!” Kazui jumped happily.

“Mhm, I wonder.” Y/n faked thinking making Kazui look at her. “Did anyone forget to offer his juice? I remember teaching about sharing.” Y/n’s lips turned into a small smirk as she watched Kazui look down on his juice. Unexpectedly, Kazui ran from the kitchen to where his uncles and aunt were. He stood by Eijiro’s seat first before tugging his shirt, trying to get his attention.

“Unlce Kiri. Do you want some orange juice?” Kazui asked while holding the juice in his hand.

Eijiro smiled at this. “Sure buddy!”

Kazui took Eijiro’s hand and placed the cold juice box on it before running back to the kitchen leaving the chuckling Eijiro.

When Kazui came back, he was holding two juice boxes with both his hands and this time, asked Mina and Sero. Both adults giggled about how adorable Kazui was. After placing the juice boxes in their hands, Kazui then again ran to the kitchen and offered Denki who hugged him and accepted the beverage. This went unnoticed by Katsuki who was sitting confusedly whilst keeping an eye on his kid who’s sharing his drink.

“Oi.” Katsuki called out.

“Papa, do you want one?” Kazui was fumbling his fingers as he asked his father. When he heard him say sure, Kazui went to the kitchen where Y/n was just waiting for him all the time. Before he could open the fridge, he was stopped by Y/n.

“Kazui-chan. You’re all out of juices.” Y/n said sadly as she kneels to Kazui’s height holding his juice.

“B-but. P-papa..” Kazui’s lips started quivering. He wanted to share with his father as well but now it seems impossible. “I-I can give him mine.”

Y/n smiled at this. “Are you sure?” She asked.

Kazui nodded enthusiastically as we wiped his tears away. He asked Y/n for his juice, who gave it to him and watched Kazui run to the living room again.

“Papa..” Kazui called out, catching Katsuki’s attention.

“What is it?” Katsuki picked Kazui up and sat him on his lap.

“This is my juice.” Kazui pouted “I’m giving you mine because I wanted to share.” Kazui looked at his father as he held out his hands holding the juice box.

Katsuki’s heart melted at this. Of course, he won’t show it. “You can have it.” Katsuki said ruffling Kazui’s hair.

“But what about you?” Kazui asked looking up at his father.

“I’ll buy my own.” Katsuki said.

Kazui poked his juice box with the straw and offered it to Katsuki who blinked at it. Shaking his head, he took a few sips. “There, better?” He asked Kazui who responded nodding his head.

Y/n emerges from the kitchen right on time to witness the father and son interaction. She smiled at this.

Kazui wriggled out from his father’s grasp and made his way to Y/n.

The group was now watching him. “Ms. Y/n, you too!” Kazui said holding his juice upward, trying to reach Y/n’s height.

Denki and Mina almost spilled their juices, Eijiro covered his mouth and Sero was hiding his laughter.

Katsuki was red though as he kept his eyes on them.

“A-ah. N-no. I’m fine.” Y/n tried refusing Kazui.

“Please!!” Kazui insisted.

Y/n only sighed. With a shaking hand, she tucked her hair to her ear as she leaned down and placed the straw in her lips, and took a small sip before straightening up, smiling at Kazui as she tried to hide her red face. “There!”

An indirect kiss.

Is what Katsuki thought as he looked away, trying to hide his now reddening face.

“Don’t fucking barged in next time!” Katsuki slammed the door shut.

Mina, Denki and Sero left since they all still have hero duties tomorrow. Eijiro decided to stay behind though.

“The fuck you want now.” Katsuki said as he sat on the sofa in front of Eijiro who was playing with Kazui.

“Language bro.” Ejiro frowned but smiled anyway. “Kazui, can go with Ms. Y/n for now? Your dad and I need to talk about something. We’ll play later, okay?”

Kazui nodded and sat beside Y/n who was preparing everyone a snack at the dining table.

“I just wanted to apologize in person, because. Ya know.” Eijiro scratched the back of his head.

Katsuki wasn’t even looking at Eijiro as he spoke.

“It’s not my problem. Not a matter I should be concerned about but I-“

“You’re a good friend. Eijiro.” Katsuki looked at Eijiro who was stunned by his tone of voice.

“W-what?”

“I have to admit.” Katsuki started looking away. “I would keep running away from this problem. I couldn’t handle it.” Katsuki then turns his gaze to Kazui. He was laughing because of something you said. “I couldn’t let Kazui know even though I know he deserves to know this.” He scowled. “He doesn’t deserve to know what kind of a mother he has.”

“But he still needs to know. After all-“

“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me.” Katsuki tsked.

“What would you do now, then?” Eijiro said sitting down as he looked at Kazui. “Now that you’re officially a single dad.”

Once he heard this Katsuki looked at you.

He knows what to do but doesn’t know where to begin. He needs to be certain of it first.

I'll try updating as soon as I can! For now, part 12 is here! Enjoooy!

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typhea · 9 months

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✮﹒❄️﹐RANDOM CHARACTERS + ‘CAN’T REMEMBER TO FORGET YOU’

﹐♡﹒featuring : multiple characters ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : toxicity, angst, heavy manipulation/brainwashing, threatening, gn!reader, heavy guilt tripping, corruption.

﹐♡﹒summary : type of toxic ex they are..

THE ‘ I’M THE VICTIM ’ EX

midoriya izuku, yuji itadori, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, arlelt armin, kyoka jirou, uraraka ochako, hinata shoyo.

literally brainwash you that it’s your fault and they’re hurt.

calls you every night, when they probably drunk and tells you how much they miss you.

“ y/n, you were so horrible to me. you crushed my feelings, but i’ll forgive you anything ‘cause i love you.”

will dramatise everything like, getting off social medias, staying home all day, just to get your attention.

will send people to get you to come back, he makes you look bad in front of your friends. “they are nice to you! why would you do that, just get back with them.”

faking their depression to get you back, and literally go insane when it doesn’t work.

“look what you’ve done to me.”

100% cry in front of you to coax you.

“i did really bad things to myself because of you, only you can heal me.”

lies, lies, lies. all for your attention.

THE ‘YOU NEED ME’ EX

bakugo katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, sero hanta, kurapika, gojo satoru, neito monoma, aizawa shota, takami keigo, kuroo tetsuro.

always up to date on your new relationships, texts you that it won’t work.

"you call that moving on? they look like me, but they’ll never be me."

so confident you will come back.

most of the time, they are the reason why your relationships don’t work. threatening your partner? yes.

you cry in their arms when one of your relationship ends, they just hug you and whisper :

“i told you baby, nobody loves you but me okay?”

will remind you your flaws and red flags, just to end their sentence with “but i still love you, isn’t that amazing?”

don’t even act like you’re their ex.

literally corrupts you, makes your brain theirs.

makes you chase them.

THE ‘ME OR NOBODY’ EX

amajiki tamaki, midoriya izuku, chisaki kai, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, kamo choso, kasumi miwa, springer connie, kirstein jean, toga himiko.

also called crazy ex, the one that stalks you.

harass you with begging texts. you blocked them? they will get another phone.

“y/n you can’t do this to me.. please come back”

impulsive and jealous, they will beat up anyone they see you with or hack any thirsty person commenting on your insta post.

goes insane when you get a new partner.

literally screams at you in voicemails, thinks you’re theirs.

“you can’t cheat on me! y/n, i know you’re faking it just to make me mad, i’ll show you how mad i am.”

shows up at your place at random times, it’s either to cry at your feet or threaten you to come back.

literally couldn’t believe theirs ears when you broke up with them, went feral.

you’re their whole world, they are literally nothing without you, they will find a way to keep you whether you want it or not.

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Late night frustration | Bakugo Katsuki

✦ Bnha characters have their quirks but they are all secret heroes living a doubble-life. Katsuki has a had crush on you but instead of asking you out on a date he's stuck listening to you fangirling over Red Riot. Out of frustration he decided to do something very stupid.

✦ Word count: 2,5k

✦ Warnings: none

Secret hero Dynamite on rampage once again [see video]

Stupid fucking media. They just don’t give a time of the day to check how it all happened. All they see are Mina’s boobs and Eiji’s smile. Bakugo grunted while scrolling through a bunch of shorts featuring yesterday's secret hero action. They all showed the two mentioned earlier in a glorifying light or his, not so subtle, bursting out of the convenience store, glass shattering behind him as he grabs the thief by the collar.

Apart from being a college student Bakugo lives a double-life as a secret hero. How did he get his powers? No one knows, including himself. The same with Mina, Kirishima and Denki. There were a bunch of other people who rolled out on the streets after sunset with masked faces but he didn’t know them all, he didn’t care. It's not like he ever even agreed to the idea, his friends convinced him that they should all use their powers to save the world. Honestly he just saw this as an opportunity to manifest his quirk, otherwise too destructive to play with. Over time he got fed up with what people talked about him, he’s not gonna lie, at some point such an amount of hate would touch anyone. Yet, he didn’t stop, didn’t hide behind a fake personality denying he even has any powers. He got out every second night and did what he’s done for years now.

A bag dropping near his face tore him out of his thoughts bubble. Looking up he spotted your smile as you sat down opposite of him, the well used wooden chair creaked under your ass. There was one more reason why he kept trying all the time. After every night action he waited with gritted teeth for your excited text sending him an awesome video of Dynamite that you just found and fell in love with. He wanted you to fangirl over Dynamite so he could drop by in the middle of the night, take his mask off and tell you that it’s him, he’s the secret hero that you’re in love with. But it never came. You never said a positive word about his alter ego, either being neutral or agreeing with some of the opinions on his brutality and carelessness.

Yet, how could you know better? You were not there last night with the shop owner, an old man too shocked to mumble anything into the microphone after onlookers and reporters flooded the crime scene. You didn’t hear him when he grabbed Bakugo by the sleeve just as he was about to run and thanked him. You didn’t know that the old man was grateful, claiming that the window was nothing, repairing it will cost less than what the thief was about to steal. Of course none of them heard that because Katsuki always gets those compliments off-scene. Noone ever listens to the actual victims, they have a forged history that will match their shitty profiles and online channels.

“Did you see yesterday’s action?” Quite close up actually, princess.

“Mhm.” He mumbled, opening a random book to quickly end the topic.

“There’s a lot of shots of Dynamite breaking that window. I mean, I get that he has a very destructive power but was it really necessary to catch the thief bursting through the glass? Maybe he could run up to him on the streets?” And what would it change? Then he’d blast a car standing on the roadside or a street lamp and they aren’t that cheap either! “Well, at least he got the criminal.” Oh finally, some scarce words of compliment. “But look at that, look, look.”

He nearly grabbed your hand as you started to wave it in front of his face. It was a short featuring Red Riot flexing as he ran to help Bakugo tackle down the thief. It was unnecessary as Bakugo’s explosive hand was already on the criminal's neck which paralysed the guy with fear. Yet, Eiji always wanted to help. He sincerely didn’t do it for attention, he just always wanted to make sure he did the best he could. How can he stand back and watch? It was him who handed the tief to the police. Bakugo already learned that they were not keen on being close to Dynamite so it was always Eiji talking to them. That’s how he stole the whole spotlight of the previous night, he jumped on the already disarmed thief, picked him up and handed him to the police. Simple as that. And yet it had you squeaking and scrolling through more phone-made shots from different angles, all painfully exposing Eiji’s flexing muscles in the scarce suit he wore.

“Red Riot is so hot. I can’t believe he lives somewhere there as a normal person.” Oh he actually lived very close by. Your Red Riot was just a few tables away, chewing on a pencil, sweating over a simple maths equation.

Bakugo was seriously in awe that people didn’t see that bulked form in Kirishima. It was obviously good that his cover never blew but apart from covering his face and hair during actions Kiri was nearly all on display. In the daytime he also didn’t bother covering too much, always wearing a hugging shirt that would show off his tremendous muscles. Guess the mass doesn’t really look for the heroes, they just admire them and later forget that they actually exist as said normal people.

“I would totally fuck Red Riot stupid.”

This was enough. Having someone you love, I mean have a crush on, whatever, talking about fucking a different guy in you very face was too much for Bakugo.

“You know what, I got a text from mom, I need to go.” The blonde stood up, pushing the chair from under his knees with such a force it nearly fell down. He looked at your surprised face as you mumbled a ‘okay’ and that you’d ‘do the assignment they were both due’.

As much as Bakugo wanted to spend time with you, he also couldn’t listen to what you said, a painful feeling aching in his chest.

Later that evening Bakugo found himself sitting on a roof, looking at the city below him. It wasn’t supposed to be a patrol night but he couldn’t sit at home, he had to do something, anything to take his mind off of the earlier talk. Eijiro didn’t even do anything bad but the blonde was furious with him. If he saw that dumb face he’d punch him, which of course he didn’t want to do so he distanced himself for the time being.

A cool breeze grazed his form, sneaking under his masked face. He certainly didn’t like the cold, it made him slower and weaker but autumn was taking over. He saw it in your coat, you picked a new one, a warmer one. You wrapped it around yourself tightly, hiding your chin into the large collar. Oh, you were there, again.

Bakugo leaned over the edge of the roof to see you better. It was past sunset, the yellow light of the street lamps giving your silhouette a golden hue. You were walking down a narrow lane in the middle of the park. You must be heading from some shop as your hands were wrapped around big paper bags.

If not his earlier outburst maybe he could have been next to you. Maybe he’d lie that he doesn’t have anything to do and he can go to the shop with you. You’d spend the evening fooling around in some shopping mall, maybe take out something to eat and he could pretend, just for a second, that you were his girlfriend. Later he’d walk you home and give you a goodbye hug because that’s what friends do. And he would keep you close just a split second longer, so that you don’t notice.

Nothing would come true if he keeps on ditching you for the sake of his own anger. So what if you’re fangirling over Red Riot? You’re not stupid enough to fall in love with the unreachable secret hero. Yet, Bakugo couldn’t shake off the creeping feeling that you could meet Eiji at some point, at a party with your mutual friends and talk to him. You could talk to him a lot, laughing at his shitty jokes, unconsciously brushing his biceps with your hand because of course you’d like him. The redhead is a funny, charming himbo that girls love. If Bakugo would sit down on the couch and watch your interaction for afar then he’s sure that Eiji would put down his hand on the counter behind you, narrowing the space between your bodies. He’d flirt with you jokingly just as he does best up to the point when you both sneak out of the party. Then he’d give you a night you’ll never forget because Bakugo knows damn well what girls say after spending an evening with Kirishima. Maybe Eiji would break it to you that he’s Red Riot and after that he’d never get rid of you. It’s a dream come true. For you. A nightmare for Katsuki.

He actually had to cough because the clench in his chest and the turn in his stomach became unbearable. He felt hurt, as if everything that he just imagined actually happened. As if you were already Eiji's girlfriend. He just wanted you so badly right now that he actually leapt down from the roof down onto the park lane, catching your attention with the small explosions.

Katsuki knew that who you saw approaching you right now was Dynamite. He saw the shock in your eyes as they focused on him but not fear. Good, because he was about to do something very stupid.

Bakugo closed the space between you with a few long strides. He grabbed the puffy collar of your coat and with his other hand slid up his mask, just enough to plant his lips onto yours. Katsuki was not innocent, not even a bit. If he was going to kiss you as Dynamite, so that you never know what actually happened, he was going to do it good.

Your lips were already parted, they never actually closed after seeing the secret hero cross your path. Bakugo used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside to taste you, grazing his teeth over your lower lip. He swore you moaned quietly but maybe he just imagined it getting way too horny. You were soft, no matter where he grabbed you. Unfortunately it was the coat, it secured you from his touch and he silently cursed it was late autumn and not summer.

Finally he let go of you and you stumbled a bit backwards. Before you could ask any questions he ran away, leaving you gaping behind him.

Bakugo could already imagine the sexual assault headlines after you tell everyone Dynamite kissed you out of nowhere. Or maybe you would first talk to him about it. Either way his hero name was already stained enough so that one more spot won’t change anything. But he did it, he kissed you, he felt it. Now he can play it over and over in his mind, fixating on your taste. Hope he never forgets. But he also felt guilty. He basically stole it away from you and that’s not how he wanted to have the first kiss with you.

Katsuki wandered the streets for some time before the emotions overflooded him and he found himself heading towards Mina’s crumpled up college flat. He just had to yell at someone, to someone. He’d throw it all on Eiji once more, complaining how his crush fangirls over Red Riot, the same as usual. Mina was well aware of the whole drama.

As quiet as possible he jumped up and up until he reached the window of her unused room. It was open, as always, and he flew through it, landing on the floor, tearing his mask off.

“Racoon fucking eyes…” He was just about to start when he dropped his mask to the ground.

Instead of Mina he saw someone else, someone he really didn’t want to see now. It was you, standing in the middle of the room, picking something out of the same paper bag you carried earlier. Now that he saw it up close it had a print of a home supplies shop. You looked at him, eyes wide as ever, mouth gaping once again.

You were not stupid so of course he couldn’t make you think it was all a dream but he honestly didn’t have any better idea right now.

“Bakugo?” You asked, standing up and walking to him, your scrutinising eyes scanning his costume. “What the fuck? You’re Dynamite?”

Of course you were quick to connect the dots, who wouldn’t when he saw his best friend fly up the window with the, oh so well known, explosions.

“You’re, but, how? Why?” You looked like you didn’t know what to ask about.

“Okay, shut it, I’ll explain the whole damn hero thing…” The blonde also started to throw words at you with the speed of a machine gun.

“What? Hero? Why did you kiss me an hour ago?”

That’s not what he expected. You were more concerned with the kiss than with him being Dynamite? He didn’t know whether he liked it. It would be way easier to explain his secret hero life than what he did that said hour ago.

“I…” No words came out of his throat as he looked at you, at your face, tense and focused.

“Why did you kiss me Katsuki?”

“Because I’m in love with you okay, fuck it.”

“What?”

“I’m. In. Love. With. You.” He spat out every word. “And after hearing, once again, how you’d fuck Red fucking Riot today I had enough. It’s always Red Riot this and Red Riot that, but no one cares about the fact that it was me who caught the thief. Why don’t you just go and actually fuck Red Riot. Now that you know I’m Dynamite might as well just show you the way to his fucking apartment…”

Bakugo didn’t have the chance to end his rumble because he felt the familiar taste once again. You were pressing him up the windowsill, your small form no match for him. Your lips were planted against his. You broke the kiss before he had the time to react.

“Shut up about Red Riot. I was just joking. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

“What?” It was his turn to ask stupid questions.

“I, uh damn, I also like you, crush you very much. I just didn’t think you liked me back, giving your shitty demeanour all the time.”

It would take him some time to explain the whole situation to you. It would also take some time for you to get used to him being a secret hero, though after you agreed to be his girlfriend you noticed he threw himself in crossfire less during his night actions. Who knows, maybe he’ll even gain a bit in the eye of the public soon. Now he doesn't really care for it any more as the only person he ever wanted to impress is already snuggled up beside him in bed, late in the night.

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