Warnings: language, typical bakugou behavior just a little more feral
WC: 1172
Your widened eyes scanned over the figure, from head to toe. He was taller than you, much taller than you. Had to be a good 8 ft, maybe even a little more. What caught your attention were its eyes. Its irises were blood red, while its sclera was pitch black. They were the colors of nightmares and war. Despite the dark association, you couldn’t help but think they were beautiful. Surrounding its eyes was a lighter shade of black, not gray per se but more of a licorice black. The color outlined its face like a mask, filling in its area. Your eyes moved to the side. With this angle, you could see part of its back, and oh boy, were you not prepared to see it. Trailing along its back were spines. The spikes were multicolored, black with tips of red on them. They weren’t really long, but they were sharp as if one placement of your finger would cut you and cause blood to pool. Your eyes squinted as you took notice of a bright light behind him that was pulsating, going in and out as it looked like it was flickering. You could see chunks of some type of metal from the light radiating from it. Was that a… spaceship? You gulped nervously.
Your face pales as the figure is standing right in front of you, gripping the bat, mid-swing, to the point where it caves in on itself. “What. The. Fuck,” you think to yourself.
warnings: sexual themes & explicit sexual content, rich people college, explicit language, toxic wealth, angst, abstinence, aged up characters
genre:nsfw, angst, fluff, no quirk au, kinda slow burn, porn w plot
synopsis: old money comes with old traditions, and one of the most prominent ones for the young men at azabu university is the ‘new year, new fuck’ competition, where alumni’s children see who can sleep with a virgin first. it’s a rite of passage for the men, and a good ego boost for the winners. izuku and katsuki, however, are bored,and when they hear the dean has a daughter starting who is sworn to celibacy, they think the opportunity is too good to pass up.
disclaimer: this is loosely (very loosely) based off of the movie cruel intentions! this content is nsfw, minors dni.
note: i will also be posting this on ao3 (will link, account name izukult)
songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)
izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F
he’s such a cutie, such a sweetheart. he says it reminds him of you, and then proceeds to send about fifty texts following before you can even respond (“i mean not romantic!! as friends!!” “unless you’d mean romantic” “but i’m not saying that!” “blech icky” “NOT SAYING YOUR EHICKY” “NO” “OKAY SORRY JUST IGNORE THIS HAHA(´⊙ω⊙`)”). he absolutely clearly means it in a romantic way, for someone who’s keeping the secret of the number one hero he is a bad mf liar.
runner up: japanese denim. he likes love songs, he thinks they’re kind and anything he hears that’s the slightest bit about love he’s gonna associate w you
katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence
he wants you to be bitches? he wants u to love him cos u know that he can rock?!!!!?!!!?!?! that he can rhyme?! that he can fuck?!!!! THAT HES ON TIME?! plain and simple. he does not say this reminds you of him, he does not link it with you in any way. he just randomly sends it (if even).
if you were really lucky he’d send you love me dead by ludo.
denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY
he tells you to ignore the name, of course, (unless your name is natalie lol) but the whole rest of it is absolutely applicable. he’s very upfront about it. is acting a lot more reassured than he is but he’s literally about to shit himself he wants you so bad bro. he practiced ways to tell you it wasn’t for you / “he didn’t mean it like that, man” before he sent it to you just incase you rejected him lol.
right after you two confess he sends you teenage dirtbag by wheatus and says “fr felt it when they said whatever it was they said, anyway u free tmrw?!”
eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners
ew this is so cliche. this man would be so cheesy, especially in the preemptive stages of a relationship. if he wants you, you know (i mean maybe not, he’s nice to a lot of people, but he clearly cares about you). he’s on brand fr, but he really, genuinely blares this shit at full volume in his earbuds and headbangs. this is fr how he feels…. he probably wouldn’t panic sending it, he doesn’t think it’s a big confession, he just thinks about you when he hears it so he wants to share.
a kiss; THE DRIVER ERA. his main reason for this one is “just the vibes man!!” he selectively pays attention to lyrics
hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$
he’s corny and very transparent about it. he sends it to you like three days before he asks you out. he’s pretty confident, but he types and deletes ‘i’ve got a song that makes me think of you’ about five times before he sends it. i think he listens to a lot of music, but rnb and rnb rap are probably his romantic go to’s in my mind.
alternatively: me and your mama; childish gambino
shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin
idk i feel like he listens to a lot of really old pretentious shit. he likes the music, it helps him stay calm, it makes him feel warm. he thinks the instruments are nice when they swell just right, and he wants to share that with you. he has also definitely offered to take you on a trip w his dads money (i hate fanon characters but i absolutely thrive off the idea that shoto buys his s/o shit w his dads money)
also a high chance hed send scene one— james dean & audrey hepburn; sleeping with sirens and that makes me sick to my stomach it’s so cheesy. he’s not like a coward and once he figured out he had feelings for you, he’d be pretty blunt about it.
neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost
if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it
alternatively: the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl; cobra starship. this song screams neito to me, if i could dance w him to this song life would actually be okay? the only reason i didn’t put it as the main is because i didn’t know if it was projecting, anyway THIS.
hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex
this would lowkey be embarrassing for him tbh. this song feels so personal and intimate, if someone you weren’t dating said this reminded you of them, youd have to be really into them for it to not weird you out. however luckily you are really into him. he knows his point is gonna come across, and he’s confident behind it. he sent it as a way to say hey mf im into you, i know you’re into me
compass; the neighbourhood. he kinda listens to teenage girl music, he’s going through that phase. this song is so cute tho!! he’s kinda doting in a weird way, it’s sweet.
A/N: so excited to be a part of the underground’s “underground” collab! i was happy to get a chance to write something like this as i’ve been itching for a good ol’ fashioned fight au! hope you all enjoy <3 this is my baby and i punched it out in under three hours lol
CHARACTER PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader
WORD COUNT:6,158
WARNINGS: lots of blood, fighting, swearing, some quick sex scenes, toxic relationship, toxic reader?? maybe??, no real happy ending + open ending
SYNOPSIS: some questionable decisions brings a mysterious man in your life. how much do you really know about him?
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the multicolored lights danced around your body, illuminating you in an ethereal glow. your frame swayed to the beat of the music, letting the notes carry you through all your stress and worries. after a long week at work, it was time to unwind and relax. your friends had found this private, underground club only a few weeks prior and had been begging you to come. you had relented only when your workload had eased up enough for you to not feel guilty spending time away from your house. clubbing wasn’t your thing but after a couple of drinks, you felt loose enough to forget why you ever hated it. your head may hurt you in the morning but for now, you threw your arms up in the air, skin sticking to skin as you jumped to the sounds around you.
after a few more songs and one more drink that half spilled down your chin, you shimmied your way out of the throng of people and eyed the crowd from the sidelines. the chilly air and slight breeze instantly cooled your sweaty body. swaying on your feet, you pressed your hand against the concrete pillar next to you, accidentally touching hands with a guy who looked less than enthused to be there. half-heartedly apologizing, you moved your to wipe the salty liquid from your forehead, turning to look at the guy who stood on the other side of you. his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat sheening off his body, muscles prominent as he used the column for balance. he seemed to be swaying on his feet and upon closer inspection, what you thought was face paint was actually blood splattering his face, rivulets running down his neck and pooling at the collar of his wife beater.
“uh, hey man, are you okay?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to get involved but feeling like you needed to anyways.
“‘m fine,” he replied, not even bothering to glance your way.
you were content to give it up at that until you looked at him again and noticed his face was turning white, his hand gripping onto the concrete like his life depended on it, which you were sure in the moment it probably did. with a disgruntled huff, you shuffled your petite frame underneath his arm, propping him up to the best of your ability. his red eyes shot to yours and then closed quickly, as if that movement alone made him sick.
“alright dude, while i typically would mind bringing a guy home the first time i met him, i think i need to make an exception for you.”
“what are you talking about?” he choked out, eyes still closed, his body finally starting to lean against you, his muscles straining under the tension of trying to keep himself upright.
“c’mon, let’s get you out of here. and please don’t be some sort of ax murderer. i’m not in the mood to deal with that. i’ve had a shitty week and while i’ve enjoyed the past few hours here, i think half of my friends are too drunk to understand what’s going on and the other half have been trying to herd them out of here so i think that’s my cue to leave too. even if they didn’t want to leave, i think i’d leave anyways. ya know, clubs were never my thing. this one time…”
you continued to ramble as you led the brooding and bleeding man out into the cool night air, talking more to yourself than him, amused as he let out noncommittal grunts on your very prominent pauses. you weren’t sure if he knew what was going on, if he was coherent and understood that you were a stranger taking him away but you were glad you could help and only hoped that he wouldn’t steal all your shit and disappear in the middle of the night or worse, strangle you in your sleep. with the way your life was going, both of those options seemed plausible, but something about leaving a man bleeding out on the outskirts of a seedy dance floor didn’t sit right in your stomach, so you trudged on, shoving his body into a cab before crawling in next to him, flashing an apologetic smile to the driver. you tipped heavily as you hauled your handsome stranger out of the car, frowning as you noticed that he smeared blood all over the back of your white shirt, his hands gripping it firmly as he tried to find purchase in the dimly lit night.
it took all of fifteen minutes to coax him up one flight of stairs, heaving with all your might as you took it one step at a time. once he was at your door, he collapsed against it, smearing blood against the wood. you took the time to really pay attention to his wounds and sighed, wondering what you got yourself into and why you didn’t just take him to the hospital like a normal person would. clearly, this guy wasn’t okay and needed serious medical attention, but the second you brought it up to him, he glared at you, asking you if you were stupid for even suggesting something like that.
at least he can still hear, understand, and speak, so i guess he can’t be too bad.
you muttered back at him, half-assed insults about his porcupine hair and bad attitude, but still pulled him back up and through your door.
“you’re sleeping on the couch, if you can make it there. and for the love of god, please try to keep the blood to a minimum.”
“tch, like i can help that when i’m bleeding from… well… everywhere,” he grumbled back, practically crawling to the couch before lifting himself unceremoniously onto the cushions. you winced as you saw blood smudge all over the leather before resigning with a sigh. you’d either spend time scrubbing your couch or toss it and hope a work bonus came soon enough to get a new one.
“i’m going to get you some supplies. don’t go anywhere,” you ordered, shuffling into your bathroom to dig the giant first aid kit out from the back of your closest, a nearly forgotten first apartment gift.
a minute later, you snuck back into the living room, setting the large tote loudly on the coffee table. the man, who you realized never introduced himself, was half asleep on your couch. you smacked his knee and reeled your head back as his fist came flying towards you.
“jeez dude, i bring you back to my place to help you and the first thing you do is try to hit me? very rude and unmanly.”
“you sound like a mix of my mom and my best friend, which is not a good combination. and who goes around hitting people without expecting to be hit back?” he retorted, leaning forward to examine what you had brought out.
“bring some water and a washcloth,” he ordered, beginning to dig into your first aid kit like he knew what he was doing.
normally, you would argue, but you had made about a million and one questionable decisions today and were too tired to think. a quick trip to the kitchen and you had a cup of warm water in one hand and a barely used dish towel in the other.
he took them with a grunt, perhaps his form of thanks, before taking the mirror out of the kit and examining himself, dabbing the cloth in the water and wiping the blood away from his face and neck. he seemed much more alert and awake when he had a job, something to focus on, so you sat down on the coffee table in front of him, watching him work as he carefully cleaned his wounds, not even wincing as he wiped alcohol pads over the various cuts and scrapes.
“are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” he asked finally, looking up with cautious yet curious eyes.
“this is kinda fascinating and i’m also a bit terrified and also exhausted so yeah, i’m just going to space out here while you do your thing. mind telling me your name so i don’t have to keep referring to you as “bloody man” in my mind?”
“Bakugou.”
you hummed, replying with your own name before settling back into a strange yet somehow comfortable silence. when he was done bandaging himself, you threw the cloth in the dirty clothes bin and then thought again, tossing it in the trash, the cup discarded in the sink.
“didn’t anyone ever tell you to not let strangers in your house?” he asked as soon as you returned. though the words sounded menacing, they held a pinch of concern and a lot of exhaustion.
“with the week i’ve had, i wouldn’t even be surprised if something bad happened from my decision to bring you here but when you see a guy about to pass out, bloody and confused, in a creepy, underground club, you assume that nobody is going to help him and that he really has nowhere to turn. so why the hell not, be my guest for the night, and if you don’t steal anything or kill me, i consider that a win. i don’t want to know what got you in this predicament, just reassurance that you’ll be okay.”
“aw darling, we just met and you’re already concerned about me?” he cooed, leaning forward even more until your faces were inches apart.
you would usually be flustered but the incredulous night you had paired with the drinks flowing through your veins had you only chuckling.
“i have a savior complex. i want to be a hero and do something good for someone for once. it’s less about helping you and more about helping me feel good about myself.”
“well, at least you’re honest sweetheart. ‘m not gonna kill ya or steal anything. you’re real fucking weird for bringing me here but a couch to crash on is something i won’t pass up so as long as you don’t have any sort of creepy agenda or plans, i’ll take it, no matter your real reason for bringing me here.”
you chuckled again before moving to the other side of the couch, throwing a couple of blankets his way and bidding him a goodnight. he responded with a wave, immediately passing out moments after he had settled down. you spent only a few minutes getting ready, brushing your teeth, going to the bathroom, throwing on modest sleeping attire in case he tried anything odd and then promptly passed out yourself.
when you woke up the next morning, there was a bottle of medicine next to you with a glass of water, a simple thanks written on the back of a takeout menu. you shrugged, mildly disappointed Bakugou didn’t stick around but thankful that you had gotten a chance to experience something so wild to begin with. your life had been very boring and stressful lately and any chance, weird or not, to feel something, you took without hesitation.
when you had finally gotten ready for the day, you prepared yourself for the worst: something stolen, the apartment in disarray, a mass murderer secretely hiding under your couch, but you were mildly surprised to find the first aid kit packed neatly on your coffee table, blankets folded and thrown over the back of the couch, the only indication someone had been there being the blood stains all over the leather. with a shrug, you resigned yourself to a quick breakfast and a trip to the store to see if any couches may fit your budget and your modest sized apartment.
just as you were able to leave, you heard a firm and sharp knock on the door. your jaw clenched, headache coming back full force at the loud noise, before rolling your shoulders back and opening the door. your head cocked to the side as you saw a few men, smiles plastered on their faces as they held a clipboard out to you, asking to confirm your name and address.
“what’s this for?” you asked suspiciously, hand clenching the door as you glanced next to you to make sure your baseball bat was there, just in case.
“Mr. Bakugou has ordered a new couch for you. we’ll be taking the, uh, soiled one out and replacing it with this new one. just need a quick signature and we can be in and out of your hair in minutes,” the kind man explained, holding the clipboard up to you once more. you signed wearily, making sure to read over every single line on the paper. the second you handed the paper back to him, you opened the door and invited the men in. within ten minutes, they had your bloody couch out and a new, much nicer leather couch, one without cracks in the seat, sat in your living room. you thanked the men and attempted to tip them but they shook their heads, promising that Bakugou took care of everything, tipping their hats before shutting the door behind them with a wave.
you sat, dumbfounded, before reading over the receipt of purchase they had left you, flipping it over to see a single number written on the back. a laugh left your lips as you stared at the number, wasting no time to send a thank you text which was met with a simple you’re welcome.
for days after that, you pestered Bakugou, trying to figure out who he was or what he did, learning plenty about his childhood, his friends and what he liked to do for fun but little about his actual life. he was surprisingly responsive, though he had attitude, as if your questions were a bother, but you knew better. he was relishing in the attention and you were relishing in the newness and mystery.
it went back and forth for weeks before you finally asked to see him again. your usual anxiety and awkwardness around guys went out the window with him. he was simply too interesting to forget about and even if he wasn’t into you like you were, you still wanted to be around his confident and intoxicating presence.
the first time you saw him was for ice cream in the middle of winter. it was an odd decision, him ordering a simple chocolate and you vanilla if for nothing more than to argue with him over what was better. the bantering came easy to you and you noticed him getting caught up in your words more than once. it felt nice to be around him but you were still itching to know more about his life. he kept it vague during your conversation and you assumed he chose a very public place so that he could avoid a more personal interrogation. you were persistent yet careful with your questions, not wanting to scare him away, but needing to know as much as you could. something about him screamed confidence, danger, desire, power, something you never really had in life but so desperately wanted.
the second time you saw him was a little more quiet, a quaint walk around the park, but still public, with plenty of people around and prying ears that cast questionable glances your way, as if you were in some sort of danger around the man who had enraptured your heart. you managed to get more out of him then than the first time, learning more about his family and home life, but his lips were sealed when it came to where he worked and you assumed that that’s where his power came from. you thought maybe he was some big hot shot corporate guy with a hankering for gambling, pretty women, alcohol or drugs. he seemed to be willing to pick fights at the littlest of inconveniences and you were sure his vice had something to do with the seedy club you met him at but boy, were you wrong.
the third time you saw him, this time at a small diner, he told you point blank to stop asking about where he worked. he told you that he wasn’t interested in you like that, that he was just a friend who was repaying his debt to you, and you had almost believed him if not for the fact that he kept texting you after that. despite your hefty desire to know more about him, you attempted to respect his space, but your distance bothered him as much as it bothered you and before you knew it, he was knocking at your door, lips finding purchase on yours, hands tangled in your hair as he muttered about how shitty you were for making him feel this way, how dumb you were for letting him in your apartment, how he wanted to ruin you and yet make you the happiest person at the same time, how he could never really let you in like you needed him to, how you would never be happy and satisfied with what he could give you. the list went on and on in between kisses and deep breaths, hands planted firmly against your waist, teeth nipping your neck, legs tripping over one another as he threw you against the couch he had bought you only a couple months prior.
your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him firmly against you, wanting to break him down in the rawest form possible. if you couldn’t know it all, if you’d never be happy together forever, you at least wanted this moment with him, something to remember him by, toxicity and lust, anger and desire, love and loss, every inch of his soul was to become yours for at least one night.
your shirt was ripped down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, his own pulled swiftly from his body. he was a man of few words at times, careful to tell you so much that you felt like you’ve known him for life yet so little that you didn’t even know if you could trust him. in your heart, you felt like you did, but your brain screamed for you to run, that he was someone that could ruin your life but you didn’t care. all you needed was him.
clothes continued to fly across the room, his tongue finding your clit with quick licks, your hand finding purchase in his hair, trying to ground yourself to this reality, to him. your thighs were covered in purple marks, fingers digging bruises into your plush hips, your first orgasm being drawn out of you expertly, your voice a harsh cry against the softness of the tv in the background.
his first thrust was slow and deep, allowing you to feel every inch of him, his body covering you, encasing you, protecting you, trapping you. he was an enigma even in such a vulnerable moment, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising a life of luxury, promising a life of risks, if only he could let you in. you pleaded with him, cried out his name, wrapped your legs around his torso, crossing your heart and hoping to die if it only meant that he would let you in like you wanted, like you needed. you thought you had him figured out, who he could’ve been, what he was, but you were thrown into a sea of darkness, the sirens calling out their song of sorrow and despair as you struggled to swim in the confusion.
you came too fast and so did he, pent up desire causing you both to cling to one another as if your lives depended on it. when you woke up the next morning, you were covered in a blanket, a simple i’m sorry written on the same takeout menu that he had left for you all those months ago. you cried, your tears smearing the ink, snot bubbling in your nose. you cried until your throat was hoarse and your body tense, wrapped up in a blanket that smelled just faintly enough of him to hurt your heart even more. when you had finally gotten up for the day, the sun a bright speck in the sky, you noticed a package of clothes on the counter, replacements from the ones he had ruined the night before, fresh tears spilling over your cheeks as you realized that he wouldn’t be coming back.
it had taken a few weeks and some major coaxing for your friends, the party animals, to get you out of the house and back into the nightlife. they had, of course, found something exciting to do again. this time it was an underground fighting ring in the same district as the club where you had met him. you didn’t want to go, the simple proximity causing your stomach to churn, but they insisted that they wouldn’t go that close to the club, that watching some dumb meatheads fighting one another would allow you to get some of your anger out. after that, and a promise that you could leave at any time without repercussion, you had relented, letting them drag you out and about.
it felt like you were a teen again as you snuck through alleyways and down dingy doors, saying a secret password and slipping the bouncer money as you ducked into the club. the room was filled with the haze of cigars and weed, choking you as you adjusted to the thickness. blinking, you admired the crowd, a mixture of everyone milling about, throwing money around as they gambled on different people, hoping their fighter would win for the night. while you weren’t interested in gambling yourself, you enjoyed people watching and so you took a seat with your friends, happy to be present for the night. you relished the tension in the air, the spark of a fight waiting to be set off by one single hot head who got a little too cocky or one dumbass who got too pushy. the thin veil of danger set your veins on fire, your senses heightened. you were so enraptured with the hustle of the bypassers that you didn’t even realize that the first fight was starting. as soon as the fists started flying, you became even more enamored. there was so much adrenaline coursing through the air as everyone, you included, shouted and screamed, some cheering on a fighter, some booing, some just caught up in the whirlwind of it all. it was all so much and yet so cathartic at the same time, your anger bubbling over, thinking of everything that had happened.
a few more fights occurred, the shouting only continuing to get louder as the night led on to the grand finale. two of the best fighters in the underground scene were going to be pitted against one another. they were friends by day and enemies by night, doing it all for the money and power that came with the territory. you vibrated as the first man, a tall, bulky red head, took the stage, introducing himself as Red Riot. the crowd had mixed reactions, some cheering loudly for the young fighter, others booing, clearly favoring the other guy. you waited with baited breath to see who he would be pitted up against but as the smoke cleared, you saw a tuft of blonde, spiky hair, and your blood ran cold. your voice caught in your throat as Bakugou, your Bakugou, was introduced as Dynamight, the fighter taking on Red Riot tonight.
your friends either noticed your reaction and chose to let you have peace or were too enraptured in the noise to pay attention but either way, you were happy that you had time to process your emotions. the smoke was thick enough to haze the vision and you weren’t in the front lines so you didn’t think he would see you, but you also knew that one real good look into the crowd would reveal you to him. while you wanted to run away, you stayed put, your chin set high and shoulders squared back. you were prepared to face him, to see him for who he truly was, to know his darkest secrets, except this time, you would leave them in the dark, for he was no longer yours and truthfully, never was to begin with.
the fight started off slow, the men testing each other with a few half hearted punches, but as the crowd riled up, so did the guys. Bakugou managed to land a solid right hook to Red Riot’s face but he bounced back immediately, sweeping his leg out in an attempt to knock Bakugou off his feet. he jumped back quickly, kicking his leg out in an attempt to catch Red Riot’s but missed. he was now off balance and Red Riot took that as a chance to push forward, slamming his body into Bakugou’s as they both crashed to the ground. they grappled for a few minutes, the cheering deafening before Bakugou took his fist and slammed it into the side of Red Riot’s head, kicking into his stomach and scrambling up, using the momentum to bring his heel into Red Riot’s chin. after a few seconds, the ref shimmied onto the stage, raising Bakugou’s hand in victory as his opponent laid on the ground, out cold.
a strange sense of pride, relief and anger washed over you. suddenly, everything made sense. why he was always jumpy, covered in blood and bruises from time to time, how he only ever wanted to spend time in public, how he thought he couldn’t be with you because you would judge him for what he did, how he didn’t want to bring you into this life of shade and danger. you understood and yet rage boiled over you at the thought that he took that choice away from you, that he never gave you a chance to choose for yourself. how different things could’ve been if you had only known, been able to clean him up after a fight, run him a hot bath and tell him how proud you were as you rode his cock, learning to fight together, learning to protect yourself, learning to protect him. instead, you were sentenced to a life of sadness, emptiness, hollowness, a life that may be safe but served no real purpose.
as you thought about everything that had happened, you looked up to the ring, eyes locking with his, defiance flashing in your gaze as he stared at you with unreadable eyes. murmuring to your friends that you had enough adrenaline for one day, you promptly turned around, disappearing into the shadows. Bakugou had desperately wanted to run after you, mistaking your defiance for disappointment, but instead he climbed out of the ring and shoved his way into the locker room, breaking down as he realized that he had really lost you forever. little did he know, he would see you again.
months had passed since he had seen you last. a month after the fight, he had trailed over to your apartment, wanting to see you, to make sure you were okay, to explain everything and make amends, to maybe see if he could have you in his life again, however selfish that may be. he worked in a dangerous profession and knew that you being a part of that meant that you were in danger too, with many people wanting him hurt, or even worse, dead, but he also knew that he had taken that choice away from you without ever telling you the truth, afraid of what you might say. he needed to make things right, but when he got to your door, a very confused older lady had opened it, explaining that she had just moved in two weeks ago and the previous tenant was no longer there.
he spent the next three months exhausting all resources trying to find you to no avail. your friends said you had put in your two weeks and disappeared from work, saying you needed to travel and take time for yourself to see the world. he couldn’t find where you had gone and only hoped that you were safe on a beach somewhere, enjoying life like you had deserved. he fucked up something that was good, too good for him, too pure for him, just because he was scared, and while he would never forgive himself, he was beginning to be okay knowing that you were alive and happy somewhere out there. life continued onwards as he fought, won money, bought nicer things, shut himself off from the world and did whatever he could to fill the void in his heart to no avail.
it was only when he heard that you were back in town that he began to have hope again. your friends reached out to him and told him that they were going to be at the fight that night, that you had gotten them all tickets, that you were ready to finally talk and see him face to face after all this time. his heart cracked at the thought of the pain that he put you in but he didn’t let your friends know that, replying that he hoped things could go over smoothly and that you were happy. secretly, he would be fighting for you, hoping that you could see him at his worst and still tell him you loved him anyways. even if you came to yell at him and call him a piece of shit, he would welcome it, knowing he could say everything he needed to say and move on one way or another. as long as he could talk to you tonight, things would be okay.
he texted you right before he began fighting, telling you that he missed you, his vulnerability seeping through with those simple words. you only responded that you would see him soon and good luck. according to everyone he had talked to, this fighter was new, reckless, calculating and not afraid to take risks, but Bakugou was experienced and wasn’t scared of the new guy. he was fighting for you and would do anything to win.
Bakugou walked into the ring, ignoring the crowd, zeroing in on his opponent. the strange guy had his hood up and his back was facing him but Bakugou still sized him up, determining that he was nothing special. the ref announced that the fight was to begin and Bakugou wasted no time charging, slamming his fist into his opponent.
a wicked laugh rung out, hushing the crowd as everyone stared, incredulous, as the hooded opponent pulled their hood down. it was then that Bakugou stumbled back, nearly dropping to his knees as he stared at your face, blood trickling down your nose and settling in the pits of your teeth.
“aw, Bakugou, cat got your tongue?” you cooed out, sending him a wave.
one second you were across from him and the next, your knee was planted firmly into his stomach, your right leg going in between his as you hooked your ankle into his knee ditch, hitting the tendon and whisking his left leg out from under him. caught off balance, you reeled your fist back and slammed it into his face, sending him stumbling down onto one knee.
with his face leaning towards the ground, you brought your right knee up to his face, blood spattering as his head was thrown back. he reached out to grab your middle, begged you to stop, asked you what you were doing here. he didn’t care that you were beating the shit out of him, he would let you do that any day if it made you feel better, but to get to a club like his you would’ve had to do a lot of fighting, made some shady deals and dig yourself deep into the pits of hell. you were too pure for this, too pure for him, so why were you here?
“you made the decision for me long ago that i didn’t deserve to be here. i could’ve been in your corner, could’ve been helping you, but instead, you cast me aside for your own selfish reasons. so i made the decision myself. i cut ties with everyone i knew, friends, family, you, so i could become someone you never wanted me to be but someone i’ve always known i was. and now, i’ll just prove to you how little you knew me, just like i never knew you, even though i loved you.”
he tried to tackle you to the ground, his sheer size overpowering you, but you dug your thumbs into the grooves of his neck, his vision going blurry as the blood to his brain was cut off. as soon as his grip loosened, you shoved him away from you, preparing yourself as he scrambled to his feet. your fists reflexively came towards your face, shoulders hunched as you waited for his next move. he wasn’t attempting to hurt you, just make you submit, but you weren’t Bakugou and you weren’t afraid to fight in order to win.
as his body came bolting towards you again, he leaned down, wanting to bear hug you to the ground once more. your fists came out to grab his shoulders and, with his face right in yours, reared your head back to slam it into his nose, blood spraying on your scalp as he reeled back once again. confusion and hurt clouded his eyes as he eyed you up. to you, this wasn’t revenge, you didn’t hate him, but you did need him to know that you weren’t some innocent little girl that he put in danger. you were your own person and you would do anything to win.
he squared his shoulders, his own fists coming up to his face, seriousness setting in his brow, finally taking you for his opponent and not the girl he loved with every fiber of his being. his left fist came out to test your reflexes. you let him test you, let his hand break through your defenses, let him beat into you, let him feel like he was winning. you were waiting for the right moment to end him and you knew it would soon come.
the adrenaline of the fight began to kick in for Bakugou and soon he was a cocky, smiling mess. to him, this fight meant that he could show you that this life wasn’t for you. it wasn’t about forgiveness now but rather saving you from yourself. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into and he blamed himself for every allowing it to happen.
he saw you getting weaker, saw how his punches affected you, how the blood ran down your face, how your nose sat a little more crooked, how you spat out the iron liquid every few minutes, your hands bruised and littered in cuts from blocking his attacks. he knew he had to hit you with everything he had, not back down. you deserved to see him at his worst.
Bakugou stepped back and for you, everything happened in slow motion. his left fist came back, ready to punch, when you stepped forward with your right foot, your left hand going into his shoulder, dislocating it from the socket, ducking underneath his other arm as you swept his feet out from under him, his face planting to the ground, knocking him out cold from the sheer pain and impact. you stood, unmoving over his body as the ref climbed onto the stage to raise your hand in victory. you watched as Bakugou rolled onto his back and then sat up, eyes boring into yours, confusion laced in his gaze. wordlessly, you crawled next to him, popping his shoulder back into place without warning, not even flinching as he screamed out in agony.
you stood up, swaying slightly as people booed and cheered at you. you saw your family, friends, coworkers, anyone you knew that would be willing to come, all lined up, watching you with wide, scared eyes. the look of awe and understanding on their faces was something that you would never forget.
without turning around, you spoke loudly, “if you want to talk, we can talk, but i believe now you’ll know that you made the wrong choice. i could’ve been by your side but now i’m in too deep, too power hungry, too addicted to the taste of blood in my mouth, to the adrenaline running through my veins, that i can never turn back. you either accept me as i am, as you allowed me to be, or turn back now, but know that nothing you do will change me. i am who i’ve always meant to be: powerful.”
But they always say that first loves don’t work out. Bakugou learnt this in the fall of his high school years, when the girl he had childishly loved for the past five years disappeared.
He didn’t know where or why. He didn’t know anything. You had simply just disappeared after a short school break, and none of your friends knew anything. None of the teachers at UA knew either, and soon you were labelled as a missing person.
He had tried so desperately to find you, but by the mark of a few months, his memories of you were confined to his restless nights. No one talked about you around him, he knew the pitiful looks his peers gave him. He held on to the hope that you were out there, alive and safe, whilst he flipped through a diary of yours they had found in your home, given to him after the police had determined there was nothing in there that would’ve been help to the investigation.
You were beautiful, so special, innocent, loving.
Not the hatred filled eyes that stared back at him, the lips that curled up wickedly as you slowly held the blade across another hero’s throat.
“Ground Zero!” someone shouted, trying to bring him back to the current situation. Yet their voice faded into the background as Bakugou refused to even lose the slightest bit of attention he had on you, his gaze burning into you as you looked back at him
There was your smile again! The bright grin you’d flash him every day as you greeted him in the mornings. Or was it the cocky grin you’d give him whenever you scored more than him on the written tests during school or when you beat him at a game. It was pleasant and warm. It wasn’t the monstrosity that stared back at him.
It wasn’t her. He tried to convince himself, repeating your name over and over again in his head as he opened his mouth to speak. The name he held ever so dear to him felt so foreign as it left him mouth in a small whisper.
“Y/N…?”
You tilted your head slightly to the side, pursing your lips as you slowly slid the blade across her throat, stepping back as she fell limp to the ground. “Sorry, I don’t go by that name anymore.” you said, before turning sharply on your heel.
“Wait Y/N!” he called out, running towards you before finding himself slowing to a halt in front of the hero’s bleeding body. He felt his knees crumple, falling down as he turned slowly to look down at her. He heard people rushing around and the sirens of an ambulance approaching but his eyes fixated on the trail of blood seeping away from her wound.
“It isn’t your fault Ground Zero.” he heard another voice say, a hand placed gently on his shoulder as the woman was taken away on a stretched.
“I… I couldn’t save her.” he said quietly, staring blankly at the dark stain on the floor as the person sighed.
“As unfortunate as this sounds, it isn’t uncommon for causalities to happen in such a field of work as yours.”
Their words brought him no comfort. Of course he felt guilt for the woman who’s blood he was looking at, but he felt so utterly numb. He couldn’t save you. The girl who had helped him so much on his way to becoming a hero had turned their back on him. The sole reason he had managed to even get through school was now his biggest enemy.
You was his weakness, and they too must’ve known by now.
Another life had been taken because he had failed at his job. What was the point of being a top hero if he couldn’t even save another person, let alone the girl he loved.
But deep down he knew he wasn’t in love with you. He wasn’t. In the back of his mind, the facts kept screaming out at him. He was a top hero for god’s sake yet one glimpse of you had reduced him to nothing. The girl he had once known was non existent, he couldn’t ever get her back. But the hope that maybe you’d come back to his side consumed him.
After all, he was too enamoured with the memories of you to face the truth
Summary: When her two boyfriends are captured by the LOV, Reader rushes head first into the fight to rescue them.
TW/CW: Katsuki Bakugo x AFAB!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima established poly relationship. Aged up Pro Heroes Bakugo, Kirishima, and Reader. Reader calls Bakugo Kat and calls Kiri Ei. Ummmm Bakugo and Kirishima are both captured by the LOV. Reader sustains a burn injury from Dabi and passes out from using her quirk too much. Yeah I don’t think there’s any other than that.
Requested?: Nope, this is just a little something I came up with in a daydream and decided to write bc my mha masterlist is super empty compared to most of my others.
Word Count:1,437
A/N:The first part that is in italics is just a little background on the reader’s Volcano Dragon quirk. So, if you want a little more info on that then you can read it if not feel free to skip it lol. This was kind of rushed in writing and I did not edit it so I’m sorry if there’s any errors, typos, or just weird sentences. I hope you enjoy the read though. Love to all!
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First, I want to give you all a little background on the character bc I’m giving her a quirk that I have literally put a shit ton of thought into lmao. So, her quirk is called Volcano Dragon and her Hero name is Kazan. Her mom has a volcano quirk and her dad has a fire dragon quirk. The volcano quirk is kind of like Kiri’s in that she can harden her skin into volcanic rock. Honestly, this part of her quirk is a huge part of the reason that she and Kiri ever became friends in the first place. He just couldn’t help it; she is so manly lol. Anyway, another part of her volcano quirk is that she can shoot lava out of her joints and withstand extreme heated temperatures. Extreme heated temperatures include things like Shoto’s fire and Bakugo’s explosions.
As for the Dragon part of her quirk, she can breathe fire and her skin can form scales like a dragon’s on command however she has to actually make them appear, they don’t just appear on their own. She also has enhanced strength, smell, eyesight, and hearing. So basically, she’s a dual-purpose wall/shield hero. She can shield people like Kiri does but she can also attack with her fire and lava.
Now let’s talk drawbacks. If she breathes too much fire it causes her throat to be really sore. If she uses her volcano quirk too much, she has symptoms of a heat stroke which include things like dizziness/fainting, headaches, nausea/vomiting, and confusion. As for her hero costume, she wears black leggings, a black sleeveless turtleneck, black leather gauntlets, and black combat boots. The boots and gauntlets have neon orange laces, and the leggings have neon orange stripes down the sides. The shirt has neon striping that resembles a volcano erupting. Without further ado, let’s get to the actual story lol.
As my friends and I work on helping clear the area after a pretty serious battle with a group of villains, I take notice that a certain two heroes seem to be absent. Having been given the all-clear, we all sit down to take a break. “Has anyone seen Kacchan and Kiri?” Deku asks looking my way. So, I’m not the only one who has noticed. I look around as Deku pulls out his phone and says he’s going to try calling them; I don’t see them anywhere in the wreckage and begin to worry. “Uh, (Y/n) they didn’t pick up,” he says as he steps up beside me.
I pull out my own phone and dial Ei’s number. Kat has a tendency to not pick up if he’s not in the mood to but Ei always picks up for me. Not this time apparently, I think as I hear his chipper voicemail come through the speaker of my phone. I look around and begin sniffing the air for the familiar scents of my two boyfriends. I catch their scent and take off in the direction of where I hope they’ll be. I run for several blocks and swing a right into an alleyway before laying eyes on them.
Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Kat and Ei are muzzled and have their hands bound as they kneel at the feet of one Tomura Shigaraki. Behind them, I spot Toga, Dabi, and Twice as well. I hear footsteps approaching behind me and know that my backup has arrived. I glance down at Kat and he looks absolutely rageful. Ei on the other hand just looks worried for Kat. He and I both know Kat hates being restrained. If looks could kill, every one of the villains before me would’ve died on the spot from the look I give them all. Shigaraki chuckles darkly, “Hello heroes, nice of you to finally join us.”
“It would be wise to let them go. I’m only going to give you this one warning,” I threaten. Nobody messes with my boys and gets away with it.
“Now why would we want to do that, Doll Face. We’ve got you all right where we want you. These little brats are bait,” Dabi taunts as he steps up beside Shigaraki.
Behind me, I can hear Deku muttering about who knows what and I can sense the tension in the alleyway. “Fine, have it your way. We’ll fight this out,” I grumble as I smack my gauntlets together and activate my quirk. I rush headlong after Shigaraki and am careful to avoid his hands. This causes me to be locked in battle with him. I try again and again to get within his guard and take him down without getting touched but finally have to resort to using my fire breath. I know my throat is going to be sore from how much I’ve already used it but close-up attacks aren’t going to work here.
Unfortunately for me, having my back turned to Dabi screws me over. I feel the burn on my side and quickly react by deploying my scales. Pivoting around, I fling lava out of my wrists and manage to hit him with it. At this point, Shigaraki is yelling to retreat. As the villains flee into the shadows, I immediately make my way over to Kat, ignoring the pain in my side.
I drop to one knee in front of him and reach behind his head to unfasten the muzzle. Once that’s removed, he starts ranting about how I should’ve come up with a plan instead of immediately attacking and how I should’ve been more careful to not get hurt. He even rants about how I shouldn’t be helping him right now, I should be getting the burn on my side, which burnt through my hero costume, checked out. I ignore his rambling rant and begin examining the contraption around his hands. It’s similar to the one they used on him at the UA sport’s festival. “Would you shut up for a second so I can figure out how to get this thing off you?” I yell, interrupting his rage. He goes quiet and glares at me instead. Finally, I conclude that there’s only one solution, “If I break this thing in half can you blast it off?” He nods so I place one hand in a fist on top of the contraption and hold the underside of it with my other hand. I smash the thing in half and he immediately stands up to blast it off as I make my way over to Ei.
Thankfully, someone else managed to get the muzzle off of him but they’re all gathered around trying to figure out how to get his hands free. “Break it in half for me. It’ll be easier for me to break it off that way,” Ei suggests so I do as requested.
As the adrenaline starts to wear off, I suddenly feel very dizzy. The overheating follows soon after with nausea. I don’t even have time to sit down before I pass out. I do however recognize the scent of the person who catches me, Kat.
When I wake up again, I’m laying on one of the lounge couches at the Hero Agency we work for. My head is laying is Kat’s lap and Ei is rubbing small circles into my calves as my feet are propped up in his lap. Ei is the first to notice that I’m waking up and grins at me sweetly. I smile back as the others take notice. “You really kicked some ass out there, Kaz,” Mina chimes in as the others cheer.
“Well, you know what they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman who’s pissed off because her boyfriends are in danger. Or something like that,” Denki adds laughing.
“Yeah, that’s not how that goes, Amigo,” Sero responds as he claps Denki on the shoulder, “You did kick hella ass out there though. Way to go!”
“I don’t think the LOV will ever think about messing with you again, Babe,” Ei agrees.
I look up at Kat who’s glaring off into the distance as per usual. I reach up and poke his cheek, “You okay?”
“You could’ve gotten hurt pulling a stunt like that, you damn idiot,” he answers.
“What was I supposed to do, Kat? You and Ei were in trouble. Was I supposed to just turn around and walk away in hopes that you would handle it?”
“I think what he’s trying to say is that maybe having some sort of plan would’ve been better,” Ei interrupts before Kat and I start arguing. Kat and I are both fiercely protective of each other and Ei, so much so that we get in arguments about putting ourselves in danger pretty often but as always, Ei saves the day and calms us down. “Let’s be real here Kat, if you were in her place and she and I were captured, you’d have done the same thing. Hell, even I would’ve done the same thing if I were in her place. All that matters is that we’re all alive and here and together.”
Kat huffs but I can tell that he agrees with Ei’s statement. Kat looks down at me before bending down to kiss me on the forehead, “Thanks I guess.”
I giggle at his show of affection as our friends all oh and aw at us. Ei grins as he pats my leg gently before getting up and picking me up, “I think it’s time we head home and get a shower and some rest.” With this, he heads for the elevator with Kat in tow as I wave goodbye to our friends.
Less than an hour later, I find myself snuggled into Kat’s side after we’ve all had a shower. Ei lifts the covers and scoots into bed behind me, throwing his arms around my waist, “Thank you for coming to our rescue. That was very manly of you.”
I giggle at him, “You’re welcome, Ei.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call,” he adds.
This draws a chuckle me and Kat both, “You had your hands restrained, dumbass.”
“I know but I always answer the phone when you or she calls,” Ei answers.
“Alright boys, let’s go to sleep,” I interrupt as Kat yawns. The three of us snuggle closer before drifting off to sleep. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have these two amazing boyfriends, even if I do have to save their asses a few times a month.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Welcome to the second of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Our second boy up is Katuski Bakugou with the candy heart saying “Kiss Me”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
A/N: Here is the second fic about our dear, beloved, Katsuki Bakugou! So sorry this one took a little bit longer, but you all can now expcet one of these works almost every day now - how else am I gonna get them all done before the 14th? The day of all days? I hope you all enjoy, and as always, just comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the masterlist! ENJOY!!!
Word Count: 1.6K
He was an A+ student. An example of perfection. A winner. Katsuki Bakugou was not a quitter. But, right now, he sure as hell felt like one. He loves you with a kind of love he didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel, and he thinks of you - often. When Ectoplasm is droning on about anti-derivatives and random numbers to the power of 4, his mind wanders and takes a trip to wherever you are. In training, sometimes he catches a quick glance of you and then he can’t remember what he was going to do next. And at night, right before he goes to bed and closes his eyes, he sees your smile - and then he can’t sleep. So, he has to do homework, or workout, or something. Anything he could possibly think of to get you out of his mind, but dammit, he just can’t. It scares him sometimes, to think that there is such a person who captures so much of his attention. But if he’d had to pick someone, he’d pick you every time.
There was something about the way you held yourself that made him so attracted to you. Your confidence never reached a level of arrogance - something he struggled with, even though he didn’t care to admit it. Your leadership capabilities were strong and sound, rivaling both him and the class representative. And your power - your athleticism and efficiency in training and on the battlefield was admirable. Bakugou had met his match in you.
The sun felt nice as the two of you were laying in the greenspace just to the side of Heights Alliance, relishing in a moment of peace. It had been Bakugou’s idea, actually, to get away from the clamor that was the common room, what with board game arguments running rampant and debates over homework answers. It was nice outside. Calm. Unlike most people, you could attribute those adjectives to time spent with Bakugou.
Your eyes were closed as your face was up towards the sun and there was a relaxed smile on your face. It had been a little while since either you or Bakugou had spoken, so you opened one of your eyes to get a peek of him, trying to see if he had fallen asleep. To your surprise, his gaze was trained on yours and then flicked away the second he saw you look at him. You let your eyelid flutter closed again, but a larger smile spreads across your face.
“What, do I have something on my face?” You say, already knowing you don’t.
“You know you don’t, you just want me to know that you knew I was looking at you.” Bakugou retorts warmly, seemingly reading your mind. You laugh a bit and roll to your side so you could meet his eyeline more easily and he does the same. Crimson meets Y/E/C.
Bakugou’s face is placated but his mind is in turmoil. Why can’t he just end all this and say it? He knows, or is at least 98% sure, that you have feelings for him. But, what he also knows, is that he has to be the one to say those three little words. And it wasn’t in some weird, backwards, gender stereotyped way that he had to be the one to say it, but it was because he needed to be the one to commit. You didn’t have a problem with committing to a relationship, and since you’ve known him, he’s given no indication of even wanting a relationship. So, now, he has to buck up and do it.
“What rusty gear is trying to move around in there,” you say, poking his forehead. He shakes his head a bit and grabs the hand you had raised towards it, keeping his palm enclosed around yours. You smiled a bit and shimmied your body a bit closer to his. The grass was tickling your legs and the warm breeze was swirling around you but the only thing that was making you feel something. You take a deep breath, then exhale.
“Katsuki, I-”
“Shut it.” He says quickly, squeezing your hand a bit to satiate the sting that his words left. Your eyes were wide, though, as he cut you off. His gaze flickers with a bit of regret from his word choice and his lips fight a frown. “I know what you’re gonna say.”
“Then just let me say it.” You murmur, slipping your hand out of his to instead mess with the grass. You pluck out blades and then pick those apart, leaving a litter of green on the ground. He takes you in one last time. The sundress you have on is pretty - something you don’t wear normally. The fabric spills around both of your sides, rumpling it a bit and ensuring that you’ll need to iron it out. Your knees are grass-stained along with your fingers, the pale green rubbing onto your skin to give it a somewhat sickly hue. It made you seem so real, so tangible. How can anyone like you truly be real? But his hand was on yours. Your knees are almost touching his. And the way he can almost see the pores on your face, the individual lashes adorning your gorgeous Y/E/C eyes…
“Close your eyes.” He says, receiving narrowed brows from you. You propped your head up with your elbow and your Y/H/C hair cascades around your shoulders.
“Why.” You say.
“Just do it.” Bakugou sighs.
“No, I wanna know your reasoning.” You insist. Another reason why Bakugou likes you - you push his buttons.
“Because if I’m gonna say, I need you to close your eyes. Makes me nervous when you look at me like that.” He admits, avoiding your eye-contact. Bakugou catches the shock and excitement in your expression, and so quickly, you close your eyes. His breathing grows more shallow by the second as he looks at you. Wherever the two of you have been within your friendship, it has been teetering towards a romance for what felt like forever, and he just wants to see you once more when you’re just his friend. It’s weird how he feels bittersweet about the whole thing - obviously, he wants more with you. He wants the late movie nights with you tucked under his arm, the dinner dates to that takoyaki place, the hiking trips to the tops of mountains where the both of you feel like you’re at the top of the world. But this Y/N - the one who is so nervous yet so thrilled to hear your first “I love you” from him. You are so, stupidly adorable. He thinks, shaking his head a bit.
Unfortunately, he can’t give you what you want. But maybe he can give you something better. He moves himself so that he’s so, so close to you and his nose is now inches from yours. Still oblivious to his intentions, you pout a bit.
“So are you gonna say it or-” In true, Katsuki fashion, his lips press to yours before you can finish your sentence. You inhale greatly through your nose and your eyes fly open, effectively breaking the one rule Bakugou had set for this whole thing. Your hand cards through his soft, blonde hair and pulls at it a bit. In return, Katsuki cups your cheek sweetly with his hand, rubbing his thumb softly across your smooth skin. It’s languid, the way he kisses you. Like he has all the time in the world with you here, so you just give in and sink into the kiss. You let yourself fall back across the earth while Katsuki slowly falls on top of you, his other hand holding your waist right where, if he moved his fingers a couple of inches to the right, it’d tickle.
It feels so right. Having his lips against yours, his hair in your hands, the both of you sharing each others’ breaths. Finally, he gives you a peck one, two, three times before he pulls back completely.
“That get the message across?” He says, slightly breathless. You can’t help but beam, making the skin on your nose and around your eyes crinkle.
“I dunno, maybe I want to hear it,” you giggle, rolling the both of you so that you are now laying on top of him. You sweep his hair off of his face and place a kiss to the place on his forehead that rarely shows itself. He rolls his eyes playfully and wraps both of his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Bakugou’s nose brushes against your ear.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, gaining a shiver from you. You sigh in content and place a hand lightly atop his chest, playing with the fabric of his soft, cotton shirt.
“And I love you. Now,” you say, grabbing his face with both your hands. “Kiss me.”
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Welcome to the Candy Hearts Club where the candies are sweet and the boys are sweeter! Here you will find seven works inspired by the sayings on candy hearts, all leading up to the loveliest of all days, Valentine’s Day! Be on the lookout for when they appear and let me know if you’d like to be tagged to be notified when they get posted! Like a box of chocolates, there will be something for everyone to pick and choose from - and if not - you can always leave a little note asking for another! Stay sweet!
Everything he does is just so sweet. Whether it’s holding your hand on the way back to Heights Alliance or leaving you flowers. You notice a little something that’s missing - that passion to melt your heart.
Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
Shinso doesn’t do overly lovey-dovey stuff. He’s not a ‘show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a heart box full of chocolate’ type of guy. But now he has you, and well… he’s just a little more romantic nowadays.
Humanity’s strongest soldier never thought about settling down with anyone - but when he sees you? He can’t stop wondering about what a life with you might look like.
Shoto Todoroki is all cool and collected until you come into the picture. Now his stomach flips when you give him a smile and he feels his cheeks flush when you give him a high five after training. It’s official - he’s got the bug.
The little notes slipped onto your desk by a secret admirer have you hiding your smile and twirling your hair. Just who is writing his way into your heart?
Candlelight dinners and moonlight strolls are something you and Levi do so rarely, you don’t even remember the last time either of you had the time to do something so peaceful and lovely. So, when Levi suggests to do both in the same evening? Something’s gotta be up.
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yandere! patient! katsuki bakugo x therapist! non-chalant! gender neutral reader
a/n:buckle up bozos, you asked for a part two so unfortunately i’m gonna give you one and just know that this is not the way most yanderes stories go and if that upsets you… don’t know what to tell you besides, too bad so sad, I didn’t plan on making a part 2 so I had no idea what I was doing but this is what I ended up coming up with. LE’S GOOOO.
content warnings: stalking mention, bakugo is obv a creep, reader is a little unhinged and almost too relaxed and nonchalant about bakugo’s creepiness, size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, fingering, nipple play, unprotected cockwarming & sex, creampie, breeding mention, bakugo’s a little mean as usual, no specific pronouns used but the reader is afab, use of “clit” “dick” “cock” and “pussy”, pet names are also used but i kept them as gender neutral as possible, other stuff may need to be added, lemme know.
word count: 3.2k
That single lunch had turned into multiple. And addition to lunches came the dinners. And eventually, he began to come and pick you up from work to take you out on dates. You had no idea what your relationship with him was, neither of you had put a label on it which you didn’t mind. As far as you could see you were just spending time together.
Maybe it was because you’re not used to it but it was nice— at first, eventually it began to be almost overwhelming, overbearing, disturbing even. Which lead to your current predicament.
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You weren’t in the mood to argue with Bakugo tonight so you ended up going back to his apartment to have a “relaxing” dinner with him, ordering take-out and binging random things on television. Up until recently this was something you had done alone most times but that was stripped away from you when Bakugo decided to insert himself into your life. At this point you knew you needed to talk to him and this was the perfect opportunity.
After you’d ordered the food, you mentally prepared yourself for any of his reactions which was most certainly going to be anger and sat beside him on the couch, his arm thrown over your shoulders as he held you close to his side.
“Katsuki,” you called his name, earning a ‘hm?’ from him but his head didn’t turn away from the television screen, “I really enjoy spending time with you and I’m glad you feel the same but sometimes I need my space and alone time. I would like for you to respect that. It’ll be good for you too, to have your own alone time, y’know?”
You were met with deafening silence. Slowly, you turned to look at his face to try and get a read on what he was thinking about, met with his blazing stare that nearly set your entire body ablaze. Was he angry? Was he going to hit you? You mentally dared him to even raise a hand at you you’d deck his ass and leave immediately.
“Okay,”he finally said, “I can deal with that.”
Wait… what?
You looked at him with a puzzled expression, eyeing him suspiciously, waiting for him to say something else but it never came. He looked back at the TV looking calmer than ever.
It worried you. You were so used to his angry replies to most things and you had developed a thick skin for people like him, knowing how to deal with it but you didn’t have much experience with the calmer side. There was no telling what he was thinking about or how he was truly reacting to what you were saying. You weren’t afraid of him, per say, but you knew that he was a force to be reckoned with and it was in your best interest to not get on his bad side.
I wrote this on the fly because there’s no way I’m missing boom boom boy’s birthday.
Ya know that trope where Person A kisses Person B as a distraction/to keep them hidden from the enemy?
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Katsuki Bakugou x gn! Reader
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You had imagined your first kiss with Katsuki Bakugou a million different ways.
Sometimes it was romantic. A walk on the beach, his cheeks rosy with sunburn and blush, hands tucked in his pockets and watching you admire the waves before taking your hand, pulling you close, and kissing you gently.
Sometimes it was angry. You’d pissed him off one too many times and he had hadit, palms sparking as he backed you up against a wall, his eyes shifting from your petrified glance down to your lips before pushing in and laying one on you.
Sometimes it was normal. At the end of the second date, when he’d be walking you back to your apartment after the movie ended, fidgeting outside your door and trying to figure out how to tell you goodnight, rolling his eyes as you teased him and cupping your cheeks, the light press of his lips on yours silencing all doubt.
As far as you were concerned, kissing him was only that. A fantasy. It probably wouldn’t happen and even if it did, it would probably happen in one of the above situations, somewhere safe and guarded where you could be alone and yourselveswith each other. Not during a mission.
To be fair, Katsuki was a quick thinker. The mission was to stay incognito and unnoticeable, to make it out alive with the intel you’d risked your lives to gather. So it made sense that, when the suspected supervillain turned your way, Katuski had to do somethingto keep your covers from being blown. And if your first kiss together was collateral damage in saving your lives, then you couldn’t rightly complain.
Katsuki grabbed your cheeks and yanked you around, turning his back to the villain marching your way. Despite the crowd of people and your civilian disguises you still felt so exposed, a strike of fear you hadn’t felt since your early days of training, but then his lips were on yours and it evaporated in the heat of his touch. Harsh though his kiss was, he was standing in front of you, shielding you, and you were his eyes, an unspoken agreement that you would watch until the suspect walked away. Even when he had you took a few more moments to enjoy what you thought would never be—your mission partner’s hands on your skin, kissing you rough, all teeth and tongue and dizzying until you closed your eyes and focused on him.
“Oi, dumbass, you’re supposed to be watching out for him.”
Katsuki was glaring at you when you looked at him, red eyes piercing and cynical, but there was a softness in the way he brushed an eyelash from your face that softened the moment.
“He’s still there,” you lied, and shot upwards to kiss him again.
Katsuki half-laughed into your mouth. Grabbing the unzipped sides of his jacket, you pulled him closer, kissing him tighter, until the bill of his cap bonkedinto your forehead and you let go, reaching a hand into the soft spikes of hair beneath.
He pulled away with a harsh nip to your lower lip. A warning, a promise for later.
“Danger’s passed. Let’s go get him.”
Woozy, you pointed in the villain’s direction, and instead of bolting on his own, Katuski took your hand, threading it with his, and pulled you with him.
Gritty and growling, the kiss was better than you had ever fantasized—even if it was fake.
a miki mouse whorehouse collab, the m.list you can find here
cw: sexual harrassment, abo themes, dubcon kinda
as the poor quality picture can’t really show you, I got stuckage and I chose Bakugo with the finishing touch of making it ABO <3 It’s also two days late but shhhhh we don’t talk about it uwu also 2.7 words of pain enjoy
katsuki bakugou is becoming a thorn in your side.
you’ve both been metaphorically and somewhat literally glued to each others sides since highschool. it’s not necessarily a bad thing, to be quite frank katsuki is something of a deterrent in a world of second genders and pheromones— something you capitalized on in high school.
being an omega hero isn’t something entirely world shattering, but it’s a position that comes with lots of stereotypes— stereotypes you fought tooth and nail to fight against in your younger years. being one of four omegas in your class was…irritating, to say the least. lots of preconceived notions that you needed to be helped with trivial things, and while your classmates intentions came from a good place it was maddening. save for katsuki, back when he had no restraint with his anger and aggression, he didn’t coddle you like your classmates did. Labeled a brute for his actions towards his omega classmates in trivial interaction or sparring, you thrived on the normality— katsuki was an ass to everyone. Your omega was placated, finally encountering an alpha who wasn’t belittling her with preconceived daintiness.
it was easy to hang near katsuki, ignoring the atrocity that was his vocabulary. eventually like the rest of the peanut gallery that was the bakusquad, you just existed alongside katsuki— which meant that you grew on him. katsuki swears up and down that you’re all a nuisance but you’ve seen him go up to bat for all you at some point, you knew you’d all made some sort of ragtag pack with one another. this was rather amazing to you at the time, not to sell yourself short but you’d never really imagined belonging to a close knit group of friends— especially realizing that they understood when it was appropriate to step in for you. katsuki in particular had a knack for being at the right place at the right time.
During your second year you fumbled.
interning with miruko had its perks, a top 5 hero with raw strength, cunning, and the drive to just keep going— and an omega. landing and internship with her had been a dream, even more-so when you learned she’d been watching you since your first year because of the festival. bright eyed and eager, nothing could have dampened your spirits— neither katsuki and his usual moody behavior or the standoffish alpha from shiketsu. yes, you all had landed an internship with miruko and part of you was…worried? katsuki had never looked down on heroes based on their second genders but you couldn’t speak for the shiketsu alpha, both alphas interning under an established omega hero put your inner omega on edge— you didn’t quite know why though. but you chose to squash the feeling and enjoy your internship with who was essentially your idol and continue on.
then you started getting sexually harassed.
his name was omori kisai and he was the worst. hailing from shiketsu, known for their dignified schooling, he was far from it. salacious comments dropped when no one was listening, less that appropriate touching when passing by and just general ick that had your skin crawling and omega snarling. it was easy to brush it off as banter the first time, section off the awkward contact as an accident. The second time you made it clear the comments were not liked and the touches far from appropriate, after the third time you’d snap an insult or have to hold a trembling fish from making contact. but it was coming to a head and your suppressors could only do so much to hide your souring scent. looking back you should have said something, but your pride had told you that it was a necessary step to overcome and push through— that he wouldn’t be the last. it weighed you down, day by day, a heavy cloud that wouldn’t let up. one particular bad timed comment brought tears to eyes and shame to your entire being.
thankfully, as time would come to show, katsuki tended to nose into your dilemmas.
the day prior to the abrupt end of your harassment you’d been tripped up by a villian and had fallen a sizeable distance into a pitiful excuse of pond. of course, omori had taken this as an open invitation to mock you and then offer you his shitty hero costume cloak— not without hinting at you returning the favor ‘somehow’. yeah right. you had stomped off, unaware of katsuki’s presence nearby. come next day, omori avoided you like the plague and katsuki not so subtly stuck to your side like an unwilling chowchow— all growly and temperamental. but his constant presence rubbed his scent off on you. despite his less than chummy attitude, you weren’t mad; katsuki smelled like cinnamon spice and whiskey with hints of burnt caramel— absolutely overpowering yet decadent all the same.
you tried not to think about just how much you enjoyed his smell. your omega was purring about it.
the omori incident was the beginning of katsuki’s subtle hovering. though you pried the truth of his involvement in omori leaving you alone after offhandedly bringing it up to mina and jirou one day, katsuki helped you out of situations as invasively as possible time and time again. by the end of third year it was no secret to you of your classmates teasing of your relationship with katsuki; an amiable and prideful omega and the irritable powerhouse of an alpha. you brushed it off because…well you didn’t know why, but katsuki’s seeming indifference to the teasing had you quelling every jittery happiness your inner omega expressed at the thought of katsuki being your alpha.
now, three years out of highschool and beginning to climb the ranks, katsuki was becoming testy— and for the life of you the reason couldn’t be more opaque. you both work at the same agency, and due to the nature of your quirks you spend all your time together due to their compatibility. compatibility was a bitter word for you, katsuki and yours supposed compatibility had been talked about for some time now but the sobering reality is that perhaps you two were simply good friends— and now sharing your omegas endearment for the explosive alpha had reared its ugly head.
your heat was a week away and already you felt the familiar fatigue begin to lap at you alongside general moodiness. all that coupled with the annoying need to be around katsuki was maddening and sprinkling his own extra grouchy attitude on top and you were ready to snap. in hindsight, that should have been your cue to take an extra week off— instead you chose to once again to champion pride instead of your intellect.
you could have stayed home this morning, you should have.
patrol had been slow, not particularly unusual but favored nonetheless. face raised to the slowly dipping sun you couldn’t help but sigh, the warmth of the late afternoon sun was heaven sent– you could sleep standing up with much issue. it remided you katsuki, strangely enough though most things did recently.
the sound of screaming and rushing feet shook you from your drowsy stupor. Set on alert, you spied the source of the sudden discordance and found several villains causing a commotion. quickly calling for backup for you before finding yourself facing a hulking mass of green charging you head on. tranquility gone, it was time to fight.
the ache in your body could not be more apparent but your humiliation ran more rampant in your system than any ache or pain could, your fatigue more than present as your body hummed with warmth. leave it to you to get stuck face down and ass up amongst the trashed ruins of what was an office building, weighed down between a broken desk and a collapsed bookshelf. the villain you had engaged with, some self-named idiot calling himself cruel croc, packed a punch and your bruised body and rendered office floor were a testament to that. of course, you’d done quite the bit of damage to him yourself before the entire floor collapsed underneath you both— rendering the meathead unconscious under a rather hefty pile of concrete and debris whereas you were pinned and to utterly weak to do much.
the thrum of your heat was beginning its path of vengeance through your body, feeling too pliant to get yourself out of what was otherwise easy to fix problem. you were feeling it, bad. the heat of your clothed cunt was beginning to become too apparent, unconsciously squeezing your thighs to provide relief to no avail. no, this could not be happening right now of all times. but as much as your inner monologue fought to try and will away your heat, the warmth was becoming too much and sudden breeze of wind had you trembling and whining. the feel of slick beginning to wet your hero costumes spandex set your hazing thoughts into sudden panic, if cruel croc woke up or if another villain came across you would they be above…the thought alone could’ve made you puke. flashbacks to second year had you bucking wildly for freedom, you wouldn’t let anyone have the opportunity for—
“ OI! Shitty ‘mega were are you? Are you—“
you stilled, biting hard to keep your mouth shut. your omega was whimpering, desperate for the alpha, HER alpha to relieve her from her heat. on a normal day she could melt into his scent, but right now? she could drown in it and die happy. with his scent getting stronger the closer katsuki clambered toward you, the more the head haze grew– the slicker your thighs became. the whimper you let loose was pitiful, the need for some sort of stimulation to your cunt becoming near painful the longer you remained so close yet so far from katsuki. the pathetic little “alpha” you whined as you heard him quickly approach from behind would’ve been utterly embarrassing to you in any other situation.
but if you could have turned to see katsuki, you would’ve been met with the look of an unmistakably feral alpha– pupils dilated to hell, fingernails blackened, and canines elongated and sharpened. but what you lacked in sight, you could hear and smell.
katsuki was the definition of an alpha as is, but the way he was pushing his scent out was like a big red sign that screamed ‘DANGER’. To you, it had you feeling utterly submissive– if you weren’t already face down and ass up you certainly would’ve moved into position. practically salivating at the thought of what katsuki could do–
the heated palm on the globe of your ass is thought pausing, the sudden heated touch coaxing a sugary sweet moan from deep in your throat– the small touch quickly turning to rough palming at your moaning. tt feels so good, but you want more. need more.
“Please, need more Alpha” it’s breathy and whiny, something you’re far from day to day but it feels too natural escaping you. mewling at the ghost of a touch over your clothed cunt, your blubbering when it presses harder– escalating you to tears of frustration when it ceases. practically feeling katsuki’s harsh breathing near your cunt you begin to wiggle and wail with all manner of unrestrained vigor; chanting alpha and katsuki like a prayer and begging for relief like a sinner for forgiveness. it’s working, you know it is, if katsuki’s breathing is anything to go by but he refuses any further touching. you want katsuki everyday, but right now you need him.
“Only want you Katsuki, please it’s only been you,” you hiccup your words through a shrill plea, but the tearing of your soaked spandex sends an excited chill down your spine. your legs tremble with excitement when katsuki grips the tops of your thighs and spreads them– revealing your drooling cunt. it’s both too much and not enough all at once and you wiggle once more, yelping from a smack to your left ass cheek. it’s not particularly painful, not even as katsuki rubs over it right after the hit, but it quells your wiggling nonetheless. you open your mouth to urge him on but he beats you to it.
“No one else, you got that ‘mega? No one gets to see you like this, no gets to touch you like this– your mine,” he punctuates his declaration with two of his deliciously thick fingers in your cunt and you squeal, “ you got that? I’m your alpha, always have been always will be.” nodding despite yourself, you struggle for words with his fingers pumping in and out alongside the ghost of pressure on your clit “Yes! Yes, I’m yours Katsuki!” you babble your words already teetering on the precipice of your first orgasm. it takes a pickup in pace and a rough rub along your clit and your wailing, slick streaming down your thighs as your first orgasm crashes into you.
despite the pleasant haze in your head, you faintly hear zippers being undone and the shuffling of clothes. licking your lips, you perk your ass up as much as the heavy bookcase allows, purring in excitement like a spoiled cat. The rough grab of your hips leaves you gasping, feeling the length of katsukis dick along your thigh– long and heavy. you’re salivating as he lines himself up with your weeping cunt, ramming his entire length in you with little regard. stars shoot across your vision and your ears deafen, crying out at being so full. it feels wonderful being stuffed this full and you babble it to katsuki. if you could see him, you would see just how prideful and smug he looked– only he can take care of you like this, none of the other shitty alphas can take care of you this well.
katsuki sets a rough pace, drawing himself out slowly like he’s aiming for you to feel every vein of his dick before slamming back into you. your poor cunt clenches sporadically, drawing groans and growls from your alpha and all you can do is choke on broken moans because the way he feels churning your insides is downright sinful. you felt a band begin to tighten in your belly, your broken moans evolving into babbling– how good katsuki was making you feel and how he was the only one who made you feel this good. it spurred him onward, fucking into you with more vigor alongside groans of your names and his own praise for you. “Good fuckin ‘mega”, “Takin’ me so well”, and “My perfect little mate” were some of the praise you could catch and had you preening. All of it combined you felt the band tighten and you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing out. feeling the base of Katsuki’s length begin to swell, you could only salivate at the thought of being knotted.
“Want your knot Katsuki! Alpha I need it”
at your blubbering demand, katsuki faltered in pace for only a moment before a deep mix of a groan and growl ripped from his throat. grabbing and bending your leg upwards he fucked deeper and faster into your battered cunt, the new angle sending you hurtling into your orgasm. eyes rolled back and tongue, you felt utterly boneless– momentarily brain dead before screaming out at Katsuki knotting you, his own groan of pleasure mixing with yours as he filled you impossibly full with his seed.
trembling underneath him, you were only a fraction aware of movement above you before the weight of the bookcase vanished from you. weakly you glance back up at your alpha. your surprised to see just how feral he looks, no doubt you’ve pushed him into his rut. whimpering as he moves down upon you, he nibbles and kisses along your jaw and neck before biting down on you scent gland. a flash a white hot pain curtailed by just as intense pleasure wracks your wrecked body but the dopy look of happiness pulls a low purr from katsuki.
you wanna say something, anything, but your too exhausted and as katsuki knot subsides you let another weak whimper as he removes himself– feeling his seed spill from your battered cunt. he pulls a quiet moan from you as he gathers some of it a pushes back in– and a glance at his smug face lets you know that he’s decidedly not done with you yet.
I’ve never written a MHA fanfiction before so go easy on me.
word count; 1844
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“I have to ask,” you said with a sigh, not sure if you wanted to know the answer, “Why do you compliment all the other girls and not me?"
Throughout your time at UA, you had gotten really close with Denki. The two of you were like brother and sister from day one. So you understood why he wouldn’t talk about you, but it was the fact Mineta had never bothered you that confused you. Of course you’re very glad Mineta doesn’t bother you, but it kinda hit your self-esteem. If the most desperate person in the world wasn’t interested in you, who would be?
Mineta visibly gulped, looking up at Denki for help. When you looked over to Denki, you see him rubbing his face in frustration. For a moment he sits there with his eyes closed, but then he looks up at you with a strained smile, "Look, we would tell you but-”
Mineta cut him off, “-we really can’t. It’s nothing personal, really. I would love to gush about how sc-”
Denki placed a finger on Mineta’s neck, a small shock of electricity zapping the perverted boy. You watched with an amused smile as he fell over from the attack. Before he could get up and cause a scene with Denki, Denki began to speak to you, “We promise it’s nothing against you, we just don’t want to piss a certain someone off.” He gave you a quick wink before standing up from the arm of the chair.
“Who would you piss off?” you asked with a confused expression.
“Telling you would also piss off that person, so I guess you’ll have to figure out on your own,” he smiled at you, ruffling your hair a little. Mineta finally stood up from the ground, muttering angry words at your best friend. He didn’t seem to bothered by him, instead walking down the halls of the dorms towards his room. Mineta angrily followed him, yelling at him the entire way.
“What was that all about?” Mina asked you as she plopped herself across your lap. You laughed at the girl, looking down at her as she stretched out her back and placed her arms behind her head. She looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“I asked Mineta and Denki why they don’t talk about me like they do the others,” you explained to her. She nodded, telling you to continue, “And they said that someone scared them into not messing with me."
Mina nodded, her brows furrowing in concentration, "It’s probably Bakugo."
You burst out laughing, small tears forming in your eyes. The mere thought of Bakugo looking out for you? Not possible. You would believe that Todoroki liked you more than you would believe Bakugo does. But when you looked down at Mina, you saw no hints of humor in her expression.
"Wait,” you snorted, trying to calm yourself down. But it just kept getting funnier, “You actually think that Bakugo has a crush on me? Bakugo? Angry Pomeranian Bakugo? You think that he likes me?”
“Yeah probably,” Mina said with a steady tone. You looked at her in disbelief.
“Mina,” you said in a level tone, “you seriously think that the boy who calls us all ‘side characters’ has a crush on me? I mean, every single conversation we have ends in an argument. Why in the world do you think that he likes me?"
Mina shrugged, looking away from you and onto the ceiling, "He smiles with you.”
A twinge set off in your chest at her words. He smiles with you. The feeling was a little unsettling. It made you feel restless, made your brain think just a little faster than you could comprehend. But Mina was right. He does smile with you a lot. Part of the reason you pick fights with him in the first place.
“He smiles with Kirishima too,” you argued uselessly, causing Mina to laugh at you.
“That’s true,” she giggles, “I guess I was just reading into things.”
If you were honest with yourself. you were slightly worried that she would be wrong.
“Yeah…” you said in a slightly deflated tone, “maybe."
"What if it’s Sero? I could see the two of you together,” Mina comments, pointing at Sero with her foot, “Seems more your type."
You laughed at her, "Oh really? What is my type exactly?"
"Affectionate ones, I’d assume. Someone you get along with, who doesn’t question you."
"Doesn’t question me?"
"Yeah, like someone who would just immediately take your side on things. Someone who trusts you and your opinion completely. That’s why you and Bakugo would never work out. He’d challenge you too much. Be hopeful it isn’t him. Don’t know how you’d approach that mess."
You scoffed, "Yeah. Just the thought of Bakugo liking me is weird. I can’t believe I thought about it for a moment there."
The two of you laughed for a second, but unlike Mina’s, your laughter was fake. You didn’t want someone who followed you blindly. You want challenging. You want someone who is a partner. Not a follower. But how could you tell her that?
You heard someone clearing their throat behind you, causing you to turn to them. When you realized who it was, your entire body went cold. It was Bakugo. He stood there with a completely blank expression, but you knew it was fake. You saw past the mask, you saw the pain your words caused. And it broke your heart.
"I-” you started in attempt to explain, but Bakugo just looked away from you and turned around. For a moment you just watched him walk away. You didn’t know what to do. But you could tell that you didn’t have much time to think about it. So you pushed Mina from your lap and took off running after the boy. Bakugo walked faster, getting into the elevator and rapidly pressing the button for his floor. You almost didn’t make it, but at the last second you managed to get into the elevator right before it closed completely.
“Let me explain,” you begged him, but he just stepped away from you, unable to look into your eyes.
“Bakugo,” you plead with the boy, a strain in your voice. Any second now the elevator would make it to his floor and he would be able to get away. If he got away, you’d never get to explain. You would never fix this. So instead, you stopped the elevator.
“Hey!” Bakugo yelled, reaching for the button. You stood in front of it, blocking him from hitting the button.
“Listen to me,” you cried out, “Please just hear me out! I swear if you just listen to me and let me explain everything, I will let you go. Bakugo, just please give me a chance, okay?"
Bakugo stared you down for a moment, his guards slowly building themselves back up. Finally he just stepped away from you and nodded.
"Fine,” he gave in, “I’m actually interested in what you wanna say."
He spoke in such a sour tone, causing your heart to race. You gulped, trying to figure out how you wanted to say this.
"Mina, she was wrong,” you said slowly, “You probably heard her saying that we, l-like me and you, wouldn’t work out because you were too challenging. But she was wrong. I really like it when I’m challenged. I like it when someone checks for flaws in my plans, someone who doesn’t just follow me, but one that helps me suceed further by questioning me. Someone who makes me think, someone who really tests my morals."
"Yeah and? Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I lied earlier. I-It’s not weird to think that you like me. It’s actually something I think about a lot. A lot more than I should honestly. You annoy me. So much. But you just-” you stopped speaking whenever you saw that Bakugo wasn’t even looking at you. He just stood there, leaned back onto the wall of the elevator. His hands were tucked away in his pockets and his eyes were to the ground. It was like he wasn’t even listening anymore. You sighed, realizing that there was no fixing this. He wasn’t interested. You were just a little too late.
“Just what?” Bakugo asked quietly, still unable to look up at you.
You sighed, turning towards the elevator buttons, “You make me smile."
The moment your hand reached forward to start the elevator, Bakugo’s hand gripped onto your wrist, spinning you around to face him. He quickly backed you up to the elevator doors, his lips staying centimeters away from yours. One hand rested on the door of the elevator while the other firmly gripped your waist, keeping you held to him. Your hands were rested against his chest, greedily holding onto his shirt.
There were no words said between the two of you, but that was perfectly fine. You didn’t need to hear his voice to understand what he was wanting to tell you, the look in his eyes was enough. The way his eyes looked so deeply into yours, as if he had never seen a shade more beautiful than the ones he was seeing then. The way his eyes would slowly fall, how life began to play in pink when his gaze fell upon your lips. Words had no worth in this moment.
You leaned forward slightly, your eyes never once straying from Bakugo’s. He hesitated a moment, looking down towards your lips and pulling away slightly. But when he looked back up into your eyes, every guard broke down for a milisecond. But it was enough time for you. You saw it. You got to see Bakugo. The real one. The one who is a little vulnerable. The one who wants to be loved. The one who wants to be told that he’s good enough. The broken boy that he spends his entire life hiding.
“Hey,” you whispered to him, lifting your hand up to cradle the side of his face, “You’ll feel safe again one day.” “I do right now,” he muttered, finally pressing his lips to yours. Your breath caught in your throat and your entire body sets on fire. Bakugo’s grip tightened around you, removing his hand from the wall and pressing you completely against it. His spare hand held your face gently, When the kiss finally came apart, Bakugo continued holding you, a small smile on his face.
“We really should get out of the elevator,” you whispered with a chuckle. Bakugo just rolled his eyes and slightly pulled away from you, keeping his grip on your waist. He leaned over and pressed the button, letting the elevator continue to his floor.
When the doors open, you go to step forward. However Bakugo holds you back, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Are we not getting off?”
Bakugo shook his head, “Nope, we’re going downstairs to show Pinky that she was wrong.”
a relationship with bakugo katsuki because it’s all i think about?
he is a bold lover for sure, says what he thinks and keeps things real and structured. he believes in hard work and going outside to be productive in society.
it’s you taking the time to ask about his day, massaging his hands and forearms when they get sore. it doesn’t matter how simple or light the touch is, his heart will always flutter. and you know it.
it’s fighting over who gets to lick the spoon clean of cake batter. having nicknames and inside jokes, going on road trips with best friends, putting daisies in his hair and it’s picking up each other’s good (and bad) habits; the sense of unity.
cold feet under a warm blanket, lazy laughter and lopsided smiles. him being a big lover of physical touch as a form of affection.
he has a stash of love letters he’s never given you. but he’ll mumble lines from the pages in a box under his bed on a rainy night as he’s holding your hand because he doesn’t want this date to be over just yet..
because he’s a hopeless romantic.
katsuki won’t hold anything back —in love, life, and even in fights, he will never back down when it comes to you.
you would find yourself loving life. and maybe that’s simply because bakugo katsuki is in it.
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ A cooking contest with your fiancé Katsuki Bakugo gets a little heated ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Highschool sweetheart turned fiance reader, just straight fluff (what a waste of food though XD) ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I don’t write much Bakugo, but I hope you like it! ~
Who would have thought that your fiancé, the hot-headed, loud-mouthed, top pro-hero that is Katsuki Bakugo would be so into cooking? That was one of the things you two had in common, though, so since you two first started dating years ago, you’ve always made a date out of cooking together. It helped him relax, as well as get to eat what the two of you made together. Tonight though, you wanted to mix it up, “We’re going to make each other’s favorite dish, and whoever loses has to do the chores for a week. Deal?” He chuckles, “You’re on, babe. Don’t be surprised when I beat your ass though.”
You decided to make him some jalapeño poppers, stuffed with cheddar mixed with some Carolina Reaper hot sauce and sausage, while he worked hard on prepping something he said you’d love. Somewhere along the way, however, the two of you started resorting to sabotage. It’d be hard to say who started it, he decided that it would be fair to start the oven for his dish while you were still looking up the recipe, and then to put some extra dashes of hot sauce in, you “accidently” knocked into his bowl a couple of times, and it progressed from there. When he went into the pantry to grab some more ingredients, though, you leaned over and turned the oven up 100 degrees over what he set and added another hour to the timer, before quickly getting back to your own.
What he came back with, however, included the bag of flour that you quickly scooped up and tossed some at him. When the powder cleared you could see the massive smirk on his face, “Alright, that’s it”, before reaching into your bag of cheese and chucking some of it at you. The cooking contest is quickly sidelined as a food fight erupts, slinging all sorts of ingredients and sauces at each other until you slip on one of your peppers that ended up on the floor. He quickly catches you before you can hit the ground, and you both just look at each other, completely covered in food.
You both just start laughing, until the smoke alarm starts going off. “What the crap?! Why is the oven up so damn high?”, he grabs his dish out as quickly as possible, trying to fan off the smoke that’s now filling the disaster zone that used to be his kitchen. When he tries to take a piece off, it crumbles almost immediately, and you just start cracking up again. You slide one of the now mangled, half-stuffed peppers onto a platter and hand it over to him, “Well, since mine is the only one together enough to get on a plate, I think I’m the winner, Kats.”
“Yeah yeah, you played dirty though,” he grumbles while gesturing at the crisp that was supposed to be his dish. “Be that as it may, I won, so you better get cleaning, this is a mess” You smirk before walking out of the kitchen, leaving him complaining about the pain it is to clean it all up. But you come back in with the cleaning supplies and you two spend the evening cleaning up, before cooking something together.
Warnings: Voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~
Word Count: 8k
The first time is an accident.
Katsuki has never noticed the quarter sized hole in the bathroom wall, hiding in plain sight behind his towel rack, blending into the ugly, out of date flower pattern. But two months into his new lease, he sees it.
He sees you. Just beyond the wall is the naked curve of his roommate’s ass, bent over as you dry your legs from the shower. There’s a glimpse of something else, too. Something far more forbidden, peeking out for just a moment between your legs. Wet, inviting, begging to be seen.
A wave of heat flashes in his gut, one that tells him he’s doing something wrong, that he should look away. He shakes his head, looks at himself in the mirror and mumbles a few curses. Katsuki even points a finger at his reflection, scolds himself with a “don’t be a fucking creep.”
But the next time isn’t an accident.
It’s purposeful, a quick pull of his towel off the rack when he hears you rummaging around in your bathroom. Curiosity killed the cat, and Katsuki has been far, far too curious about you since the moment he walked into the shared apartment.
