Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.
For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.
The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.
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═ ' (): my love for kirishima really shows in this chapter terribly sorry for not posting in MONTHS, i really hope you still enjoy this chapter :(( i got back my will to live write after many months of doing absolutely nothing ISBDKS. and of course big fat kisses to chwistinie weenie for dealing w my shit i kiss u forever :(( a-also im like real anxious abt posting again so i’d v much appreciate it if anyone has any feedback
You blister the skin of his fingers, leave him rubbing the pads together- trying to replicate what the fire beneath your skin feels like.
And Bakugou will never say it out loud, not for all the fame and fortune and glory in the world, but he likes the way you make him itch. He likes the way bugs crawl up his arms at your breath against his collarbone. The way he always feels some raw, giddy thing clogging up his throat.
So he races to shuck off his uniform, rushes in the shower. All but trips over himself putting on a pair of boxers. He’s clean now, and he knows you much prefer him clean, but it’s been 3 entire weeks and Bakugou kind of wishes he could skip some of those steps.
You’re asleep when he finally sees you. Face pressed against his side of the bed, nuzzling into his pillow. Suddenly that raw thing stopping up his throat threatens to break.
He brings you in, a gently as he can. One hand at the base of your spine, pressing you against his chest as he lies down. The other cradles the back of your head, squirming until he can feel your breath just under his ear (where it should be). His pillow smells distinctly of you and Bakugou feels some integral part of his world realigning.
He feels you shift beneath his fingers. Just minutely. Just barely.
“Say a goddamn thing.” He warns into the dark. “I’ll get up right now.”
You smile against his neck. Wrap your arms around his broad back. “Mhm. I know. Mission go okay?”
“No. ‘m fine though.”
He feels his stomach go a little funny at the way you pull him even closer then. At the way you pet gently at his hair, soothing at the wisps of blonde just behind his ear.
“Oh, okay.” You sigh, and he can feel it against his neck. “So we’ll talk about it in the morning then.”
“‘m not talkin’ about shit.”
You just huff a laugh at that, and it feels like he’s falling through the Earth. The mission really had shaken him, regardless of what he refused to say, and something about the weight of you in his arms suddenly feels like everything - like the summation of all his sweat. Like the totality of all the raw power pooling in his palms, and what it means to finally love something more than the tingling in those fingertips.
He’d give it all up. Swears he would if you just asked - but you never do. You just kiss him. On the lips when he leaves, and on the forehead when he returns.
He feels it now too - that featherlight kiss against his forehead. You’re careful, never too much pressure.
Sometimes, when’s he tucked away in yet another too-cold corner of the world, Bakugou will touch his own forehead. Just two fingers against the center of his temple, for only a moment. It never feels the same. Not quite right, too much pressure; but he’s come to think of it as his good luck charm. Something to remind him to make it back home safely, no matter what the mission is.
“Missed you.” You’re blinking away some watery, tight thing, clearing your throat. “Felt like forever this time.”
He agrees. Can feel the full force of that agreement clogging up his own throat, but he’ll never let it tumble out. So he just scoffs, pinches lightly at the back of your leg that’s resting across him.
“Brat.” He mumbles against the crown of your head. Hopes you can’t feel the way his lip threatens to quiver. “Learn to be patient. I always fuckin’ come back, don’t I?”
“You do.”
“Mhm, so stop worryin’ so much.”
Moments like these, he wishes he could be a little softer. That he could offer you the “I missed you too” that you so obviously deserve. But he can’t. He tries, tries so hard, he swears he does, but the words never come out right.
“I’ll stop worrying if you will.” You say, and there’s some tiny, playful lilt that has his stomach filling up with dread. “Speaking of, Midoriya is such a sweet-heart, you know? Really kind about checking up on me these past few weeks.”
“Is he now?”
“Yeah. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Nope.”
You pinch his leg, and Bakugou feels his chest go molten. He thinks that you’re similar. That you match. It warms him all the way up inside.
The room goes quiet, and he lets you guide his head until he’s looking right into your eyes. You don’t say anything, but sometimes he likes this part the most. When all is said and done and you’re still looking back at him. It makes him feel like he’d finally done it. Like he’d finally completed whatever stressful, worrying task was still hanging over his head. Like he’d finally come home.
“Lets sleep.” You finally offer, voice a whisper. “You know, so you can wake up early? Catch the sunrise?”
There’s light filtering through the blinds. A halo around your face. Orange just beginning to filter through the white slats of the blinds.
The sun is already rising and Bakugou thinks he could never love anything but you ever again.
“Sounds good.” He bites his lip, looks away. “Almost perfect.”
“Almost?”
“You gotta wake up too.”
You squeal something happy, and he lays his hand over your mouth; unable to stomach the way such sounds always make his brain fuzz over.
You’re warm beneath his fingertips once more, and all at once everything is as it should be. That integral axis realigned.
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lmaooooo wrote that hc list n now i cant stop thinkin bout pro-hero!bakugou,,,, literally so down bad rn dhmu
AN: I guess I’m on a roll? Probably gonna slow down on the updates since I got some other stuff on my plate right now. Just a quick detail that’s important for the story: The reader has an energy absorption quirk that allows kinetic energy to bounce right off her. Thats why her hero name is “Ricochet”. Writing Bakugou in a softer manner is shockingly harder than I thought LOL. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
“Uh, Dynamight… your coffee sir…” one of his employees stood anxiously watching as Bakugou over poured his midday coffee in the top floor break room. The freshly brewed brown liquid was starting to cascade down his hands, emitting a sizzling steam. He blinked and looked down. His head was anywhere but on his shoulders today and he was acting strange. Bakugou had been like this ever since he returned home from the first week of filming. Today, however, was the day the episode aired and he was in a complete daze all day. The whole situation felt somewhat hypothetical up until the weight of people actually watching the episode hit him this morning.
He stopped pouring and hastily put down the coffee pot, “Yeah, I knew that.”
“Are you okay, sir? You seem a bit out of it.” His employee pressed further watching as the blonde reached for napkins to wipe away his hot drink.
“Is (y/n) in today?” He completely ignored his inquiry and countered it with his own.
“Miss Ricochet? She’s out on patrol right now, sir. I believe she’ll be back later tonight.”
Bakugou grunted and left his employee to stand alone in the break room. He mentally cursed his negligence. In the early hours of the morning, his brain refused to concentrate while on his own patrol. He was out with Kirishima and Sero when some idiot villain thought it would be funny to ruin everyone’s morning commute on the nearby freeway and destroy the asphalt. The guy was flinging chunks of it at the incoming cars in attempt to kill as many people as he could. Bakugou felt like his reflexes were nearly a second too slow to deal with the situation the way he should’ve.
When the villain was finally put into custody, Kirishima had pulled him aside and asked him if he was doing alright as well. Of course Bakugou just said it was because he slept wrong or something stupid like that. Kirishima wasn’t exactly the most perceptive, but knew when Bakugou was bullshitting him easily. Luckily, he didn’t press the issue and just dropped it. Now, he sat in his office ignoring his coffee. He didn’t even want to drink it now. His phone screen lit up with a message from the class 1-A group chat that Yaoyorozu had created for all of them to stay in contact after graduation. He usually just put his phone on do not disturb and ignored the chat, but something was telling him he better open it.
Mina: GUYS! The Masked Singer airs tonight at 8. We should totally have a watch party. Me, Denki, and Jirou are judges this season so we all gotta watch it!
Kirishima: Hey! I’m hosting what about me?
Mina: OOPS. Yeah Kirishima is there too so we should all watch to support!
Deku: I have time tonight. Although I might be a bit late…
Sero: I think it’s an awesome idea. I’m done with patrols for the day so send the details when you got them.
Todoroki: Sounds fun.
Bakugou’s eyebrow twitched, instantly deciding he wasn’t going. If he was gonna watch the episode, it was gonna be the comfort of his own home. His phone buzzed again as more people replied and his thumb moved to mute the conversation. He stopped right above the button when he saw your name brought up.
Mina: I’m actually out on patrol with (y/n) right now. She was the other judge with us. You guys remember my bestie that works at Bakugou’s? I’m including her in the plans.
Kirishima: Definitely bring her!
Jirou: It would be kinda rude if we didn’t I feel.
Denki: Hell yeah! We’re getting the band back together.
Todoroki: You guys were in a band?
Bakugou paused for a moment. He hated that anything that would be an obvious no was suddenly not so bad if you were involved. Love was so annoying. He hated not being in control of his emotions. He had to admit though, it was thanks to you that he was able to find himself in a situation where he was able to safely explore himself unfiltered. Another message made his phone buzz, but it was in another conversation. He switched to his inbox and his eyebrow shot up ever so slightly at the sight of the notification next to your name. He tentatively opened your text to read it.
From: (Y/N)
I know it’s kinda weird since I’m technically your subordinate but we’re hosting the watch party at my place it seems now. Mina told me you barely look at the group chat but I wanted to extend the invite anyways.
His phone buzzed again as you sent another message.
From: (Y/N)
No worries if you don’t want to though!
Bakugou paused, impatiently bouncing his leg again out of habit. He quickly typed out a response.
To: (Y/N)
Shouldn’t you be on patrol?
A grey bubble signaling your were typing popped up a second after his message sent.
From: (Y/N)
Breaks exist you know. You should try it sometime :P
He actually found himself chuckling under his breath a bit, careful so no one would hear. His eyes fell on the stack of reports and paperwork he had to do. The mountain of work teased him about the long hours that await him of tedious formalities.
To: (Y/N)
We’ll see.
Your pink haired friend sat at your kitchen bar watching you move about in your kitchen pulling out various bowls and glasses. You practically raided the grocery store for snacks and alcohol plus whatever sweets you thought everyone would like. Every so often Mina would update you on the group chat happenings since you left your phone to charge in your bedroom. Your apartment was a bit larger than the average one bedroom. Thanks to that sweet Dynamight money and influencer deals, you were able to upgrade your cramped studio to a comfy one bedroom in a nice complex within the two years of your move from the shore. You called your parents often, they were reluctant to leave their family home and join you on your move. Mina was the closest to family you had out in Mustafu.
“Denki wants to know if we need anything.” Mina said through chews of the cookie she stole from the desert platter. You shook your head after some thought.
“No, I think I got everything covered. You put the address and the apartment number in the chat right?” You asked, shaking chips into a plastic bowl.
Mina offered a drawn out “mhm” as her fingers furiously typed away on her bedazzled phone. She suddenly placed it down on the counter and lifted her hands and begun counting on her fingers.
“So! We got Denki, Jirou, Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, Deku, Yaomomo, Tsuyu, Ochako, and…. that’s about it.” Mina concluded holding up a final count of nine people.
You paused your ministrations of cutting tiny fruit for a fruit salad, “And maybe Bakugou.”
Mina raised a brow, “So you did invite him.”
“I did. I felt like it would be rude not to you know?” You resumed your fruit salad making which made Mina click her teeth in disapproval.
“He never shows up to our events unless Kirishima and Denki physically break into his condo and drag him out. What did he say when you asked?”
You shrugged, “He said he’d see. Nothing more really.”
“He said that?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t that be what you expect?”
Mina’s face twisted into a slight smile, “No actually. He usually says flat out no. Or he just straight up ignored us.”
You snorted, sounded like she was describing a cat, “Okay and?”
“And! Cmon (y/n) get with the program. He likes you!” Mina exclaimed.
You bursted out laughing incredulously, “Okay, you’re on something. There is no way he does. He tolerates me like he tolerates Kirishima.”
“Kirishima still gets told no though.”
“Maybe he’s nicer to women?”
“Ask Ochaco if he’s nicer to women. She’ll tell you.” Mina smirked while inspecting her nails. You bit the inside of your cheek. Mina had a point, she almost always did. The thought of you and Bakugou’s friendship being more than that was admittedly a bit scary. You never said it out loud, but you deeply admired Bakugou and his work. He was meticulous and crazy strong. So being friends while you worked for him seemed like farthest thing you could do to be close to him.
“I don’t know… don’t you think dating your coworker is a bit risky? Especially when he’s your boss?” You mused finally cutting the last bits of fruit for a perfectly balanced salad.
“Sure it can.” Mina shrugged, “But knowing Bakugou for as long as I have, if he likes you he ain’t never letting go. That’s why his friend group has hardly changed. He’s a creature of habit. As much as I hate to say it, he’s also fair. He wouldn’t punish you if things went south. If you’re in his agency it’s because he respects you.”
Your conversation was cut short by the intercom buzzer ringing telling you both someone was here. You breathed a sigh of relief to let in whoever it was. Shortly after a knock sounded at your door and you let in Denki and Kirishima who were both dressed casually. You were so used to everyone in their hero suits that seeing someone out of it felt almost sacrilegious.
“Nice place!” Denki commented while spinning to get a whole 360 view until ultimately joining Mina at the kitchen bar. It was seven exactly, so people would be coming soon. It was gonna be a full house and you were excited. You never had so many people over before.
“Bakugou paying you well I see.” Kirishima gave you a brief hug while handing you a bottle of wine he no doubt picked up before getting here. You accepted it gladly.
“Speak for yourself. I didn’t get to tell you while we were on set but you were phenomenal as the host. I almost forgot you didn’t do it full time!” You gushed prompting a dust of pink to grace the red head’s cheeks.
He waved you off dopily, “Nah, it was nothing. I’m shocked I was so highly requested. When they emailed me I thought it was fake and didn’t respond until they called my agent.”
The night continued on that way and the three who were there with you helped you set everything out on the coffee table you had in the living room. Ochako, Tsuyu, Jirou and Yaoyorozu showed twenty minutes later together followed by Sero three minutes after. It was a bit surreal for you to have majority of the top twenty in your living room. Not even a few years ago you sat in front of your tv watching these same people kick villain ass, wishing so badly it could be you too one day.
“Ack! Great going, Pikachu. You spilled Tsu’s drink!” Mina reprimanded. Denki got too excited and moved his hand directly in the way of Tsuyu’s solo cup. The dark, bubbly liquid pooled on the table but luckily not on anything precious.
You shot up from your seat, “That’s alright! I’ll get some paper towels.”
You left hearing Denki profusely apologize to Tsuyu who merely offered a sympathetic look. After cleaning the mess, you moved to throw the towel away and wash your sticky hands. As you dried them the sound of the buzzer called your attention yet again.
“I got it!” You yelled and moved to buzz in whoever it was. You waited for the inevitable knock at your door. When you opened your door you half expected Todoroki for whatever reason, but was greeted with a freckled face. Deku stood nearly a foot taller than you. You’ve seen what he looked like when he graduated: a shy child with fluffy green hair. However, just like most power types, years of hard work and fights had matured his exterior. His hair was a little shorter now and the sides were shaved. His chest and shoulders had broadened and his t-shirt sleeves looked like they were a flex away from bursting.
“U-Um, (Y/N), right?” Deku rubbed the back of his neck. He held a purple bag in his hand with a bakery name stamped in gold on the side, “Sorry I’m a bit late. I was visiting my mom since I hadn’t seen her in a long time. I stopped at the bakery and brought some pastries on the way so I wouldn’t be empty handed.”
“O-Oh! You shouldn’t have! We have plenty already, but thank you. I’m sure they’re delicious.” You took the bag from his hand and stepped aside so he could come in. Your knees were feeling weak again.
The number two hero and All Might’s successor is in my apartment and he bought me pastries, your brain was spiraling a bit. In concept you knew he was coming. It was different seeing him in person though. You never were on the same missions as him for obvious reasons. You always came as rescue team once he was done with the other top heroes. You’ve talked to him once or twice, but most of your info on him came from outside sources.
Deku perked up at the sound of Ochako bellowing out from the living room, “Is that Deku?”
“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late.” Deku wiped his hands on his pants before going straight for the living room to join the rest. You glanced at your oven clock, it was 7:45 and still no word from Bakugou. You’ve convinced yourself he wasn’t coming. You expected it to be this way, he was never one for events like these anyway.
Todoroki showed up shortly after, cutting it close to ten minutes before the show started. All eleven of you had crammed onto the floor and couch in your living room with eyes focused on the flat screen in front of you all. You punched in the channel for The Masked Singer while everyone excitedly spoke in anticipation. The women in the room let out excited screams when the title card finally animated onto the television.
“Wait till you guys see Kirishima in that red suit!” You laughed with a drink in your hand.
“(Y/N) please…” The red head laughed embarrassed. The room started to holler when Kirishima was introduced on stage making great face at the camera. Kirishima hid his face in his hands while Sero sitting next him tried to pry them off his face to make him look.
The screen suddenly showed you and the other judges. It was surreal seeing yourself on tv like this. You felt like at any moment now someone was gonna shake you awake and you had fallen asleep at your desk the whole time.
“You guys look stunning!” Yaoyorozu commented with stars in her eyes.
“Jirou, that deconstructed pinstripe pantsuit and safety pin combo? Perfection!” Ochako gave a dramatic chefs kiss as they introduced Jirou first. Jirou mumbled a shy thank you while twirling her ear jacks.
A low whistle came out of Sero and Denki’s mouths as you appeared on screen. Kirishima’s introduction was almost barely heard over the audience’s applause.
You gave a small bow in your seat, “Thank you my adoring fans!”
“How much for you to step on me?” Mina turned to you from her seat on the ground next to your feet.
“For you my darling? Free of charge.” You shot her a faux flirty look. The room laughed before quieting down again when the show started to usher out contestants.
The minutes ticked by and still no sign of Bakugou. Your guests kept themselves busy drinking and throwing out guesses while those who were there for filming kept their lips sealed not to spoil the fun. It was a great time filled with laughter and singing if they knew the song. You were getting high on the vibes of the ambience and a bit warm from the alcohol, so during a commercial break you got up to get yourself some cold water. The oven clock read 8:30 when there was a hard knock at your door. The rest of the group were too busy laughing and talking over the tv to notice. You made your way to your door and looked through the peep hole first. You weren’t expecting anyone so you wanted to at least check who it was first.
All you saw was red, piercing eyes almost shrouded by blonde bangs. You nearly dropped your drink, He actually showed up?!
With trembling hands you unlocked your door and opened it to reveal Bakugou entirely. Truthfully you’ve never seen this man outside of his hero costume or sweats, so his fitted v-neck and jeans felt like an evening gown. You both looked each other for a second. It felt more like hours before you finally spoke up, “You’ve made it.”
“I got caught up with paperwork so I had to stay late. Did I miss it?” He answered in his usual gravelly tone. You shook your head and stepped aside.
“Come on in. Everyone’s here already.” You offered a small smile and gestured to your entry way. He didn’t move for a bit, looking like he was thinking about if he actually wanted to go in or not. He inhaled and made his way in leaving you to close the door behind him. You watched as the blonde made his way into view of the group in the living room which had caused the room to go silent.
Kirishima shot up from his seat with one of Deku’s pastries still hanging from his mouth, “Bakugou?!”
“What’s the big deal? I was invited. Can’t I show up?” He answered indigently, the tips of his ears burning from the embarrassment. The room was buzzing with shock that Bakugou had shown up out of his own free will. Mina looked at the blonde and then to you, invisible numbers flying in front of her face before her signature grin spread across he face. You inwardly sighed, Mina wasn’t gonna let this go for sure now. Your hand nudged Bakugou’s back, causing his muscles to stiffen at the sudden contact.
“Go take a seat! I’ll join you in a bit.” You offered him an encouraging look. He seemed so out of his element it was honestly kinda cute. He shockingly listened and took a seat on the farthest edge of the couch while everyone continued to launch questions at their explosive friend.
“You didn’t even respond in the group chat dude. What made you show up?” Sero asked with a lazy arm resting on the couch frame. Before Bakugo could even give him a smart non-answer Mina spoke up for him.
“(Y/N) invited him.” She said coyly and then promptly took a sip of her drink.
Kirishima made a strangled noise, clearly startled. Bakugou shot him a deadly glare commanding him to keep it together. He didn’t need anyone having proof of why he was here. Ochako looked between the three, cogs turning in her head, and leaned back into the couch side from her seat on the ground between Tsuyu and Deku, “Huh…Alright then.”
“What?! Cmon, I can’t read stares! What’s going on?” Denki looked between everyone clearly not catching on.
“Nothing is going on you moron. I—” Bakugou barked.
“Everything alright?” Your voice interrupted the conversation. You had returned with a pitcher of water and more cups.
Deku laughed nervously and Todoroki seemingly unbothered said, “Feels like my family dinners.”
The tv caught everyone’s attention again, Kirishima’s face greeting everyone on screen to introduce the next contestant.
TV Kirishima gave a signature smile and addressed the camera, “Please give a warm welcome to the Hell Hound!”
Bakugou nearly spat out his drink that he poured for himself. He thought his performance had passed already, but obviously he was dead wrong.
“Oh my god this is my favorite one. You gotta watch this one guys.” You said absentmindedly and took a seat next to Bakugou. You didn’t want him to feel left out.
“I’d rather let my performance do the talking.” His modified voice echoed from the tv. The room gave a series of ‘Ohs’ just like the crowd did. The camera panned to your reaction and you were looking thirstier than you thought.
“Pfft. She’s practically drooling.” Denki pointed with his hand holding his drink.
“Hot and bothered!” Sero teased lightly shoving you.
You covered your face that was starting to grow hot, “Stoooop guys!”
The situation was a bit delicate. You still weren’t sure if Bakugou was the Hell Hound. If he was, this whole experience was gonna be awkward as hell. If he wasn’t, openly guessing that it was him while simultaneously showing your attraction was dangerous territory. Surely if you think someone might be your boss, you wouldn’t be giving such sultry stares from the judges table.
The Hound’s performance began and filled your living room just like it did on set. A few of you guys started to dance a bit in your seats, no one breaking eye contact with the tv. You spared a glance in Bakugou’s direction. He was just as invested as everyone else. His eyes bounced around looking at every inch of the screen like he was looking for something. Maybe he recognized who it was? You tapped your fingers along to the beat of the song on the glass of your wine. The performance was just as good as you remembered it. Even Todoroki’s usual neutral self was bobbing his head along. The performance came to a close and Mina let out a loud wolf whistle while Ochako made fanning motions.
“Tell me he stays!” Ochako exclaimed.
“Oh he’s gotta.” Sero nodded.
TV Kirishima ushered to the judges for their guesses. You made sure to keep Bakugou’s reactions in the corner of your eye. Surely you’d know if it was him from how he would react.
“I don’t know guys. I feel like it’s my boss, Pro Hero Dynamight.” Your tv self said followed by the crowd’s disapproval.
“Tch.” The man in question crossed his arms next to you, “As if that would be me.”
The rest of the room seemed to agree and began to laugh. You deflated a bit, you guess that’s all you needed huh?
“Sorry for saying it was you.” You said apologetically. Bakugou unexpectedly smirked and then looked you squarely in the eye.
“I’ll take the compliment, though.” His eyes flickered between your eyes and the rest of you.
You felt the warmth return to your face and it wasn’t the alcohol this time. Was he flirting with you?
Mina yelled at the two of you, “Hey, stop flirting you two! We still have the rest of the show to get through.”
Bakugou cut to her direction and growled, “Shut the fuck up, Pinky.”
“I can’t even imagine that being Kacchan.” Deku looked a bit embarrassed himself. He always gave you Boy Scout vibes despite being twenty six.
“What? You think I couldn’t?!” Bakugou immediately went on the defensive.
Deku put his hands up, “I-I didn’t say that..”
“Boys! Boys! There’s enough of me to go around. Relax!” You cut in dramatically to diffuse the fight waiting to happen. Bakugou scoffed and backed off resuming his attention to the show.
The rest of night went along without a hitch. Somehow though, through all the shuffle, you and Bakugou were sitting close enough for your legs to be touching. His arm resting languidly behind your head on the couch frame. You somehow maintained your nonchalance as if it didn’t bother you. Even though you now think the Hound wasn’t your boss, you were almost positive he harbored some kind of feelings towards you. You weren’t stupid. He wasn’t even throwing hints he was throwing canon balls. When it came time to unmask the contestants who lost, the room was in high spirits.
“Todoroki isn’t that your dad?!” Yaoyorozu pointed at the tv when Endeavor’s face appeared underneath the Phoenix’s.
Tsuyu also pointed, “And Hawks and Shoji!”
Deku didn’t seem very surprised to see Gran Torino which both you and Bakugou took note of. You thought it was painfully obvious that the Green Bunny was Deku. Even his singing voice sounded like him.
“Wow what a night!” Ochako raised her arms above her head and stretched.
“Tell me about it,” you giggled, “I could barely sleep after all of it.”
Everyone stayed chatting a bit before people started to leave one by one. Duty calls and everyone had early patrols in the morning. The only person who didn’t leave was Bakugou. You didn’t foresee yourself being alone with him in your apartment so you were a bit nervous. He sat casually at your kitchen bar, fiddling with the ribbon the pastry box was tied up in.
“So, I’m happy you actually showed up. I wasn’t sure if us hanging out outside the agency was like… inappropriate or something.” You said with a nervous chuckle in your throat.
The man in front of you simply shrugged, “I mean clearly you’re friendly with my stupid friends so.”
“Are we friends?” You asked hopefully. This made him stop fiddling with the ribbon to look at you. You couldn’t look at away since it felt like he grabbed you with his gaze alone.
“I’d say so, yeah.”
You emptied the last glass in your sink with a satisfied smile. Both of you had reddened cheeks from the alcohol flush.
“Should we get matching bracelets now or?”
“Hell no.”
You laughed and turned on the faucet to clean out the many wine glasses. His eyes followed your motions, promptly getting up and joining you on the other side. He uttered a quiet ‘move’ and took the sponge and glass from your hands.
“I’m the host, you know. Shouldn’t I be the one to clean up?”
He clicked his tongue, “You’ve done enough hosting all of us.”
Your eyes softened a bit. Bakugou didn’t have the best ways of expressing himself, letting his actions do the talking. He ran his mouth endlessly with curses, but he always got things done while taking in the situation into consideration.
Maybe it was the alcohol and the vibes of that day but you leaned on your counter and watched his large hands skillfully clean your wine glasses, “I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but I’m really grateful.”
This made Bakugou look at your half lidded expression directly, “For what exactly?”
“Dunno. For existing I guess? If you didn’t do everything you did up until this point I wouldn’t be here. Metaphorically and physically.” You motioned to the apartment you were both in.
“I was in a super low point of my life. I was scared to give up my dream of being a hero. I thought I was gonna live and die in my small town. Thanks for seeing in me what I didn’t. It means a lot.” There was a pregnant silence after you finished and you wondered if you made him uncomfortable. He gave his classic huff and gently placed the wine glass in his hand on the drying rack.
“Your effort is what got you here. All I did was tell you the truth. Ain’t nothing special.” He looked intently at the task in front of him, the slightest bit of pink dusting the back of his neck. It was silent in your apartment aside from the traffic outside and the clinks of the glasses being washed.
“Always the humble one. I’m gonna thank you regardless.” You sighed, “It’s gonna go to your already big head, but since you deserve to hear it I’ll tell you.”
This caught Bakugou’s attention and made him finally look at you with an expectant look.
“You’re my favorite hero, Bakugou.” You said barely forming the sentence. You were so embarrassed but the conversation was like word vomit. “I admire you a lot. Like you’re a master class in how to save lives and take down villains. Everything I take with me on the field is something I’ve observed from you and made mine.”
“Please don’t say that.” He said and it threw you off.
“What do you mean?” It was your turn to be expectant. His red eyes seemed like they were looking right through you and you felt vulnerable.
He promptly shut off the water, “It makes it harder for me to see you only like a coworker.”
“Ah…” you sounded and looked down, unable to control your heart rate. You fidgeted with your hands searching for what to say next. He didn’t say anything more and it was driving you insane. You were jealous of how he maintained his composure.
You cleared your throat and stood up straight, “Wow, it’s sure hot in here! I’ll go turn on the AC—“
“It’s November.” He countered plainly.
“I run a bit warm! So I’m just—“ you moved to turn on the AC, but Bakugou’s slightly wet hand grabbed your arm. He pulled you back with incredible strength. Your sock clad feet glided back on the smooth tile back to your spot next to him. You were mere inches away from his face now. Your heart was sounding in your ears, you hadn’t expected this to take a turn like this. Two years of slightly flirtatious banter on and off the line of duty should’ve hinted to an ending like this. For some reason, you just never expected Bakugou to see you this way. He was completely uninterested in love and relationships, he said so himself many times.
“I thought you didn’t do relationships?” You dared to ask. His eyes narrowed with his lips forming a fine line as if to say ‘I know’. His grip lowered to your hand and held it softly.
“Am I not allowed to change my mind?”
Your heart was swooning. You should’ve invited him over ages ago. His face inched closer to yours and you decided to give in. His breath ghosted over your senses.
Banging on your door made you both jump apart. Bakugou let out a mixture of a groan and growl, letting you get it. You walked over to your door way willing your heart to slow down. Kirishima’s apologetic face stood behind your door as you opened it.
“I forgot my wallet on your couch.” He offered a shy smile. Your heart was still racing so you just breathlessly nodded and let him in. As Kirishima made it past the foyer into the kitchen/living room area, he stopped in surprise to see Bakugou still here.
“You waiting for a ride or something, man? I can give you a lift!” Kirishima, ever so helpful, offered. Bakugou’s eye twitched clearly annoyed that the moment was ruined.
“No I drove myself.” Bakugou answered with anger dripping off each letter.
“Then why…?” Kirishima trailed off looking between the two of you. The wheels in his head turned as his brain made sense of the situation. His mouth dropped open when it finally dawned on him. You bit back your laughter opting to look elsewhere.
“O-Oh! I see! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just—heh. I’ll get this and I’ll be out of your way.” Kirishima grabbed his wallet off the couch and sped walk his way back out giving Bakugou a two fingered salute. His cheeks were bright red all the way down to his neck.
“OUT.” The blonde commanded cutting off any attempt for Kirishima to speak any more while allowing his gaze to follow him out the door. As soon as the door shut you burst from laughter. Bakugou grumbled something under his breath and violently ruffled his own hair.
“Oh stop you couldn’t live without him.” You continued to laugh.
Bakugou offered the rare sight of a tired smile, “Unfortunately.”
➭ Every day until the 30th of April, I’ll be writing prompts for bakugou’s birthday. Depending on the prompts, I’ll switch between female and male readers (and non-binary, of course) And no…I’m not gonna do NSFW. All prompts have been recommended by friends/mutuals and on several prompts sites for writers
PROMPTS
PROMPT #1 ➭ “I promise…” He gasped for a breath. “That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise,”
PROMPT #2 ➭ “So what’s so urgent that you had to call me so early in the morning?” “I just wanted to see you again,”
PROMPT #3 ➭ The princess only threw masquerade balls. No one has seen her face.
PROMPT #4 ➭ If it wasn’t for her crown, I never would have guessed she was a princess
PROMPT #5 ➭ “What are you doing here?? My parents are home,” “I don’t give a shit, now give me the damn kiss I came here for,”
PROMPT #6 ➭ “Please keep smiling at me like that-you’re so adorable,”
PROMPT #7 ➭ “Are you naturally this much of a pain in the ass or do you try?”
PROMPT #8 ➭ “All my love songs are about you,”
PROMPT #9 ➭ “I thought you said you knew how to get inside?!” “Yeah…that was a lie,”
summary: Four years of despising Katsuki Bakugou has all gone for naught. Tonight you find out the reason behind all the stink eyes, all the shoving you by his shoulder, all the eye rolls, all the rude replies, just—everything.
You scan your eyes over your dress in front of the full-length mirror. A velvet black cocktail dress that hugs your curves just right, a plunging neckline which shows off both your cleavage and your back, and a slit that shows off your entire right leg—from your feet up to your hip. Your choice of black velvet heels with gold accents compliment your gold accessories well.
“I look fine as fuck.” You let out a chuckle as Mina whistles lowly, her eyes scanning your body once, but very, very slowly. “Damn right you do.” She agrees, tilting her head to the side quickly.
“Now come on, we’re gonna be late.” She grabs onto your hand, giving you barely enough time to grab your purse. “Mina, the party is in the gym. It’s like a five-minute walk from here.”
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna miss all the pictures. Fashionably late is good—amazing even. But late late just makes us look like idiots.” She sighs as if she’s experienced it before and you chuckle lightly, allowing her to drag you to the party.
Even from the outside, you can already see all the colorful lights. You don’t need Jiro to know about the deep bass as you can feel it from under your heels. And you don’t need supersonic hearing to hear whatever music is being played.
“It’s like an early ’welcome to the college life’ party instead of a graduation party.” Mina smiles brightly as the two of you near the gym even more. “Too bad there isn’t any alcohol.” She scoffs that part before you two stop right in front of the open doors, taking in the party.
All five classes of your batch are mixed-in together. Here, nobody’s caring whether they’re talking or dancing to a hero, general, support, or management student.
As your eyes continue to scan the gym, they immediately lock-down on an all-too-familiar blond allowing Eijirou to chat his ear out. Your good mood immediately sizzles into spite and you feel the corners of your lips tug downwards.
Not wanting the simple sight of him ruin your night, you follow Mina to a group of girls, faking a smile.
This night isn’t ruined for me.
This night isn’t ruined for me.
This night isn’t ruined for me.
This night isn’t ruined for me.
This night isn’t ruined for me.
“If a villain attack happens tonight, your dumbass is the first one to get hit by them.”
You close your eyes and slowly let out a breath. It usually helps with controlling your stress, but you already feel anger bubbling inside you. You open your eyes and keep your gaze straight as well as your expression.
“Seriously, who wears six-inch heels and a long dress in an all-hero event? If you had any common sense left in you, you would know that tonight, most likely, villains will attack.”
You turn your head to Katsuki, giving him a bored expression. You’ve tried scowling and cursing at him but that only seemed to push him even more. After four long years of having to hear crap leave his mouth about everything you do, you’ve gone bored of it.
“Midoriya can probably insult me better than you can at this point.” You keep your tone flat, turning your attention back to the crowd because no matter how much he annoys you, how much he clearly hates your guts, Katsuki Bakugou shouldn’t have the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen. It doesn’t fit well with his rotten attitude.
“Don’t say that idiot’s name while I’m talking to you.” Katsuki growls. You feel your heart pitter-patter on your chest but you do a good job at hiding its effects on you.
“Or what? You’ll blow my face off? You’ve overused that line, think of another one.”
Katsuki growls, either at your indifference or your reply. You can’t really tell with this man.
“Or I’ll drag you over to the storage room and lock you in there.” You can feel his glare penetrating through your dress and skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.
“You knew this party would be held at night, why didn’t you wear anything that would cover more skin?”
Given the flickering lights and dark ambience, you didn’t think he’d catch onto that tiny detail. It catches you so off-guard that your head whips to face him, an incredulous look stamped all over your face.
“You look dumb.” He points out.
You quickly regain composure, blinking away any cracks you’ve shown before resuming to your bored expression. “Goodluck on your life, Bakugou. I hope to never see you again.” for the sake of your poor heart. But you don’t add that bit. You don’t want to. He’ll laugh at your face.
You walk over to the buffet table, picking up a cup of juice as you make small talk with a few people. For a whole hour, that’s all you do. Until Uraraka pulls you towards the dance floor.
Kiss Me More by Doja Cat starts playing and everyone cheers. You begin dancing and singing with Uraraka, laughing and swaying your hips at the song.
“I ain’t giving you one in public! I’m giving you hundreds, fuck it!” You sing at the top of your lungs, allowing the energy of the song to fill your body, letting it control you.
You feel hands land on your moving hips, and your back is pressed against a hard chest. “Keep swaying your hips like that and see what it gets you.” A familiar growl fills your ear, making you chuckle.
You turn around, raising a brow at Katsuki. You weren’t prepared to see how he’d look under the flash of red and purple lights. He looks absolutely breathtaking. His vermilion eyes glow in the dark ambience of the room but the occasional flashing of different colors compliment him amazingly.
“Youhope to never see me again?” He quotes you, tone obviously upset and irritated. “You have a lot of nerve hoping for something you will never get. If it takes everything in me to prevent it, then so be it.”
You scoff, looking away for a second as your jaw begins to harden at the audacity this man has. “So you can what? Continue showing how much you hate my fucking guts for the rest of my life?” You glare at him, “Point taken! Message received! You’ve accomplished your mission way back when you decided to use every insult you had in your book on me!”
Your lungs burn and your throat aches at all your yelling. Partly because the music forces you to yell so he can understand but also because you’ve reached your limit. Katsuki Bakugouhas got to be one of the most sexily vexing motherfuckers in this high school. And you can’t wait for the day to never lay your eyes on him again.
You turn around, scowl embedded on your face as you march your way back to the buffet table. You quickly grab a cup without stopping before making your way to Mina and the group she’s chatting and laughing with.
“Hey babes, I’m going back to my dorm. I’m totally spent and I just wanna pass out right about now.” You huff, “After washing up and changing into the most comfortable clothes I can find.”
Mina pouts for a moment but as she continues studying your face, you come to a conclusion that you probably look way worse than you think, since she nods her head in agreement.
“Okay, let me just grab a drink then we can head out-”
“No, no, Mina. You don’t have to. Stay here and have fun. I’ll be okay.” You start walking away but she catches up to you.
“Absolutely not. You don’t leave a girlfriend to walk home alone after a party.”
“Mina—” You stop in your tracks, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. You really don’t want to take your anger out on your best friend. By yelling at her, you’ll be ruining her night as well. So you settle with a tired smile. “I’m a hero. On top of that, we’re in school grounds. UA is one of the safest places in Japan. Plus, I just really want to be alone right now.”
Mina scans the room before turning back at you, nodding her head. “Okay, still, be careful.” She throws her arms around your neck and you wrap yours around her waist, pulling her closer. “Good night.” She kisses you on the cheek. “Have fun.” You mumble, kissing her cheek back before pulling away.
Your way back to the dorms is quick and you thank the gods for it. Sleeping your anger off is probably not the best course of action but stabbing Katsuki Bakugou in the face has worse consequences. You have to do with what you have.
The second you enter your room, you kick off you heels and begin undoing your dress. Right before you drop the soft material on the floor, you hear a knock on your door.
“Mina, I got back fine. You didn’t have to come all the way back here—” When you open the door, the words die in your mouth.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, one day.” Katsuki grits out, eyes locking in yours.
He’s leaning his tall frame on your doorway, forearm pressed on the spot above his head. Despite your irritation on him before, you can’t help the heat pooling right below your belly. This pose has to be one of the hottest things he’s ever done. Like, Vogue magazine typa shit.
You click your tongue, letting out a tired breath. “Katsuki, can’t you just let this go? After this you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll even go out of my way to make sure all my hero works happen far, far away from your vicinity.”
Katsuki didn’t like that at all. His brows furrow, his jaw locks and his eyes harden. What had you said that was so wrong now? Where was your mistake?
“You’ve been repeating that idea the whole night. Christ.” He huffs out the last part, burying his face in his hands as if this conversation stresses him out.
“I’m obviously saying the wrong things.” Your brows furrow. “Tell me what you wanna hear so you can fuck off and leave me alone!”
“Everything you said has been the complete opposite of what I want to hear!” He yells, making you jump. “Everything you’ve been doing the entire night—pushing me away, looking at me as if I’m some annoying twerp you’re trying to get rid of, everything!”
He looks like he’s about to cry. And not in a funny way.
“The second you entered our classroom, you got me tripping on my feet! I can’t fucking focus in class, I make sure I don’t make any mistakes so I don’t fucking embarrass myself in front of you.”
What the fuck?
“You’re always so good and kind to everyone but you’re never that with me! Why?! What do they have that I don’t, huh?” He extends his arms beside him in an effort to let this confusing anger out safely.
“What the fuck are you on?” You growl, “For six whole months in our first year, I’ve been nice to you. And all you’ve ever done in return is treat me like shit! I’m not a pushover, Bakugou! If someone doesn’t treat me right, I don’t see why I shouldn’t treat them shitty too.”
“Alright, explain. Explain to me how I’ve treated you like shit.” He places both his hands on his hips and although he appears to have calmed down, you’re afraid one mistake will push him to blow up. Literally. But frustration trumps fear.
“All the glaring! The proving me wrong! Calling me shitty names! Shoving me with your shoulder! Just straight up bullying. You bullied me for four years straight, and you’re confused?!” The building shakes from your quirk. Manipulation. What messes you in your game are your emotions. If you can’t control them, they take over your quirk.
Though this doesn’t seem to faze Katsuki as he continues to rebute your claims. “I wasn’t glaring at you, I was trying to figure you out! I wasn’t proving you wrong, I was pointing out a fact you missed and wanted you to know about it! I call everyone shitty names! And when I shoved you, I was so desperate to know whether you were as soft as Mina claimed that day.” Katsuki is heaving at this point, his expression clearly hoping for you to get his point. However how confusing it is.
Silence engulfs the both of you as a million thought run through your head. You try to piece together whatever Katsuki dumped on you and you reach a very confusing yet a very attractive but very unlikely conclusion.
“When you came in wearing that dress and those heels…” Katsuki snaps you out of whatever mental state you were in. This is the first time he gave a good look at your outfit since he got here. “I noticed too much heads turning to look at you.” He growls.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Fucking hell. “But they don’t need to be so obvious about it. They don’t need to fucking gawk at you.”
Scratch that, you’re now sure about your conclusion.
You bury your teeth on your lower lip, feeling your body heating up. Katsuki likes you back. He thinks you’re beautiful. He liked you the same time you started liking him. The both of you are fucking idiots!
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His voice is low and calm. You’re just now noticing how close the both of you are.
“How we’re both idiots for assuming and never talking about our problems to each other.” You drop your gaze onto his chest, unable to look up at him.
You hear him sigh before he takes a step back, his hands back on his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispers, making you look back up at him. He drops his hands and his face probably looks as tired as yours when you left the party.
“You’re tired. Go to sleep, I’ll come back in the morning.” He begins to walk away but you call out for him before you can stop yourself.
He turns around with raised brows. With quick thinking, you use your quirk to redo the zipper of your dress. “Can you…” I’m either having a stroke or those drinks were laced with something that’s making me do this. “Can you help me out of my dress before you go? The zipper’s stuck. I don’t wanna ruin it.”
Katsuki stalls for a second, two, three, four, five—before he slowly walks back to you. You step back a few steps, allowing him in your room for the first time before turning around.
You feel Katsuki’s hands tremble as they hold onto the zipper, pulling it down smoothly. The action reveals the white-laced underwear you have on. “Fuck it.” Katsuki huffs before kicking your door closed, spinning you around by your hips and oushing you against the wall.
“You.” Your organs shake at how deep that octave was. “You, you, you, you.” Katsuki’s eyes are dark and they hold something you should fear. An emotion so deep and desperate to come out that just the sight of it should have you running for the hills. But no. That dark look is exactly what it takes for your legs to squeeze together.
Katsuki quickly notices this movement but seems to ignore it. He slowly brings his hand up, finger tracing over your arm and up your shoulder, across your neck before settling on your cheek. “Soft.” He whispers, running his thumb across your lower lip.
You don’t stop yourself from wrapping your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it before opening your mouth again. Katsuki’s breathing becoms ragged as he stares at his thumb for a few moments before returning his gaze in your eyes.
“Such a fucking tease.” He grits out before pressing his lips against yours. You don’t stop the noise that leaves your throat at the contact, you don’t stop your hands from reaching up his collar and pulling his body closer to yours, you don’t stop him from studying the wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue. No. You accept it all. You claw at him, running a hand up his nape to comb your fingers through his hair as you tug on it.
Katsuki’s grip on your waist tightens for a moment before he begins to run his hands up and down your waist, you let him snake them around your back to pull you closer all whilst your tongues dance in perfect harmony.
The feel of his calloused hands running up the bare skin of your back has goosebumps erupting all over your body. You whine into his mouth, desperately pushing your body against his for more contact. You want more of this, more of him.
“As much as I love this dress on you, baby.” He breathes out, hooking the strap of your dress on his finger before pulling it to the side, allowing it to hang loosely on your shoulder. “I’d prefer you out of it.” He does the same action to your other strap and soon enough, your dress is pooling around your bare feet.
Katsuki’s eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts. He swears under his breath, “You didn’t have a bra on this whole time?” He asks, running a hand from your hips, up your waist before they settle below your breast.
He looks up at you, eyes staring into the deep crevices of your soul. You feel so naked, so exposed at how he’s looking at you but at the same time you love how it feels. You want him to see everything about you. You want to completely unravel yourself for him.
Without another word, Katsuki bends over and takes your sensitive bud in his mouth. You suck in a surprised breath, your core melting at how hot his mouth feels. He maneuvers his tongue to play with your nipple, drawing circles and flicking it. While his mouth busies itself, his hand finds its way to your other boob, massaging it. His fingers tug and twist it, causing your body to dive into a whole new level of overstimulation.
Your hands find his hair once again and you scratch and tug at his scalp, throwing your head back as you arch your back more, pushing your breasts into his face. Katsuki’s other hand slides down your ass, giving it a soft squeeze before running it down the back of your thigh. He pulls at your leg to wrap it around his waist and his other hand mirrors its actions.
You wrap both your legs around his waist, letting him carry you as his mouth moves upwards, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your neck.
You didn’t even realize he brought the both of you to your bed until he’s throwing you on the soft mattress. You look up at him, towering over you as he stands right by the foot of your bed. He looks ravenous, dangerous. “Bakugou?” You call out, seeing as he spaced out, staring at you.
He blinks, snapping out of his state. “Katsuki.” He says.
“What?”
“Call me Katsuki.”
Butterflies create a tornado inside your stomach as your face flushes. Somehow, him asking you to call him by his actual name feels more intimate than what the two of you were just doing.
You bite on your lower lip, looking away as you wait for your feelings to calm down. Katsuki drops to his knees, the thudding sound making you look back at him.
“Say it. Say my name.”
You swallow, watching him slide his hands up your thighs before running them down the backs of your knees, pulling them apart. “Say my name.”
“Katsuki.” You whisper.
“Louder.”
“Katsuki.” You’re surprised you even managed to find your voice.
Katsuki smirks, “Good girl.” he mutters before pressing kisses down the inside of your thigh.
Some how, that little praise has you wetter than you’ve ever been. You’ve touched yourself before, but whatever you’re feeling is something more extreme. The want is stronger. “Katsuki.” You moan, closing your eyes as you rest your head back on the pillow.
His lips are soft, so, very, soft. He continues littering kisses on both your thighs, slowly making his way up towards your clothed cunt. “You’re wet.” He points out, pressing a finger against the wet spot on your panties.
“Do you want me, baby?” You nod silently in answer, not trusting your voice to sound desperate for him.
“Come on, baby. Use your words. Or I won’t do anything. You’ll just have to spend your night unsatisfied.”
Knowing him, he’s enjoying this too much. You can’t find it in you to be upset with him, though. As you lower your pride and look for your voice, you part your lips and try to piece together words.
“I… Want… You.”
“You want who?” He chuckles.
You huff, “I want you,” You bring your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes, “Katsuki. I want you. Please.”
You cringe at how desperate you sound, but that immediately disappears at the feeling of his warm tongue pressing against your panties. “Oh hells.” You gasp, your hands flying to his hair as you rake your fingers through them.
Katsuki licks and kisses you through your panties before pulling them down, crumpling them in his hand. He makes a show out of pressing the laced fabric on his nose and taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes in satisfaction.
“You’re more perverted than Mineta, it seems.” You chuckle, though the sight of him sniffing your used panties turns you on even more.
Katsuki opens his eyes and glares at you. “Don’t compare me to that gross twerp.” He snaps, shoving your panties into his pocket. You raise a brow at his action but his brushes you off, returning his head in between your thighs.
“I’ll eat you up real good, baby.” His hot breath fanning over your throbbing cunt is enough for you to let out a soft moan. “You just lay there and take it.”
Katsuki doesn’t waste any time at all. The second your head hits the pillow, he runs his tongue up your slit, making you tighten your grip on his hair. It’s addicting, really. This feeling. The feeling of Katsuki sucking on your folds, the feeling of Katsuki lapping you up like he’s starved for you, the feeling of Katsuki pressing his tongue inside you, making you throw your legs around his head, caging him against your cunt. The feeling of Katsuki not fighting the fact of being trapped in your legs and instead welcoming it.
The feeling of Katsuki himself.
Jesus Christ–you’d move the universe for this man to just stay in between your legs for the rest of your lives.
Your body trembles as the knot tightens in your belly. Again, you’ve touched yourself before, but Katsuki makes it seems like you never did.
“Holy shit, Katsuki! I’m close! I’m so close!” You whine, rocking your hips in a desperate attempt to find more friction.
“That’s it, baby. Let loose. The second you do, you’re all mine.” And you don’t question that for a second. Cause you’ve always been his. Despite how you thought he hated you, despite convincing yourself that he hates you more than he hates losing, you now know deep down that your body, your soul, and your heart truly belongs to him.
Your head grows light and your thighs continue to shake tremendously as your unraveling nears. You’re tugging at his hair harshly, hips moving on their own and your mouth babbling whatever comes to mind.
It’s when Katsuki sucks at your clit that you tip-over. Your orgasm crashes down on you as a loud moan is ripped from your throat.
Katsuki finishes the act off with a kiss on your clit before crawling up towards you. He captures your lips and you let him take the lead, unable to find the energy.
“Aren’t you gonna take a bath, dumbass?” He asks as he cradles your weak body, pressing it against him. You wonder how you’ve never once thought about hugging Katsuki. It’s the best feeling in the world. Safe, warm, and content.
“You give me a bath.” You mutter, sleepiness catching up to you.
“Hah? Who do you think you are?” He glares at you as you look up at him, a smug smile stretched across his face. “Your girlfriend.”
Katsuki is taken aback for a moment and you fear you might have misread this whole thing. But he sighs and stands up, carrying you in his arms.
You feel something soft being wrapped around your naked body as he marches out the room. “We’re gonna get caught, idiot.” He mutters but doesn’t falter in his step.
You hold a knife up at Katsuki’s throat, narrowing your eyes at him. “Any last words?”
The menace smiles a wicked smile, “Is this a good time to mention that I have a knife kink?”
You halt at his words, brain malfunctioning for a second before your glare turns icy. “You can’t say that.” You huff out, lowering your knife from his throat as you feel your body being drawn closer to his.
You look up at him with a lustful gaze, cheeks red, legs weak and cunt getting wetter and wetter. “You can’t fucking say that.”
Katsuki’s brows raise in surprise, a voice in his head screaming at him to finish you off. You have been the most sought after villain he’s ever encountered—death rates have soared and it took multiple agencies, including his, and months to track you down.
But why is it, that when you look at him with those eyes, his common sense leaves the room and the dark desires buried within him crawls out?
The hero has never been able to find anyone who was able to take as much as he wanted to give, as much as he wanted to do. He wants to stay professional—he has you cornered after all. Multiple police cars and top heroes are waiting outside the deserted building for his signal; his quirk.
Your eyes hold desperation and desire in them, as if you’ve been waiting, hoping for this opportunity as much as he has.
In a blink of an eye, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, spinning the two of you around as he slams your body onto the wall. He snatches your knife from your grasp, pressing it lightly against your stomach. He slowly trails it up your torso, slightly ripping your body suit.
“You look like you wanna get fucked silly, little villain.” He whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath and the low tone of his voice causing your legs to shake.
The knife travels up the base of your throat right below where his hand rests. His fingers dig at the sides of your neck, the pain causing your toes to curl from pleasure.
“If you want that, then you have to ask nicely.” His smile is so dark and sinister you feel like you’re getting drunk out of it. “Say, please fuck me Dynamite.”
Your pride has left the room the second he opened his damned mouth. “Please fuck me…” Your breath is shaky and tone whiny, “Dynamite.”
“How much do you wanna be fucked, doll?”
“So, so, so much.” You plead, pulling him closer by the loops of his pants, allowing you to grind yourself against his thigh. “Please, please…” You whisper, “Please fuck me.”
Katsuki is quiet for a moment as he stares into your eyes, as if he’s reading you, weighing just how much you want this. When he notices your eyes hold nothing but desperation and lust, he smirks as he draws the blade back, holding it up to his mouth to hold the blade by his lips.
He makes quick work of undoing his pants, allowing them to pool around his ankles. You pull yourself up by holding onto his shoulders, unable to resist squeezing the strong muscles under your palm as you wrap your legs around his waist.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble, pet.” Katsuki says, the second he takes the knife from his lips, pushing the blade against your chest.
“I’ll bring you to hell and back with me.” You whisper into his lips before attaching your own with his. The pro hero tastes sweet, his mouth hot and his tongue skilled. Your tongues dance languidly as you grind your clothed pussy on the head of his hard cock.
“Fuck,” Katsuki mutters into the kiss, bringing the knife downwards. You feel the blade pushing against the crotch area of your pants before Katsuki hooks the edge, allowing the manner to rip the material.
Is it uncomfortable for you not to wear any underwear underneath your villain suit?Absolutely.Do you give a fuck? No not one. Are you regretting it? Now? That makes you laugh. Absolutely not.
You move your hips, allowing Katsuki to sink inside your wet cunt. You moan into the kiss, despite having played with yourself before leaving the LOV headquarters, the size of him still has you stretched.
“Fuck you’re big.” You breathe into his lips, not wanting to let go of them as you rock your hips back and forth. Katsuki lets go of your neck, his hand gripping on your ass as his lips trail down the side of your neck. His hips begin to move and you feel as though you’re ascending into heaven.
Your eyes roll back as well as your head, soft moans leaving your mouth as you press the top of your head on the wall. The feeling of the cold edge of the blade pressed against your airway has you tightening around him.
Your sounds of pleasure are mixed with Katsuki’s grunts and low moans, filling the room. You’ve never experienced anything this euphoric, anything this heavenly. At the feeling of your orgasm approaching, Katsuki’s thrusts become faster, much deeper, which has your mind blanking.
He pushes the blade deeper onto your skin and you can’t help but feel it tearing slightly. That has you clenching down on him even more, causing Katsuki’s grunts to become louder, more frequent.
“You like that?” Katsuki breathes out, “You fucking like it when I cut you open?”
“More, more!” You moan, feeling your orgasm at arm’s length.
“Alright then.” Katsuki pulls the knife away and you hear it clatter on the floor a few feet to your left. “Cum for me, my sweet, sweet slut.” He commands before sinking his teeth onto your shoulder, your suit unable to protect your skin from breaking.
Your body shakes as the orgasm ripples through you, your mind blacking out and you mucles contracting before they release, limbs going limp. Warmth spreads inside of you and the last thing you hear is Katsuki’s deep breathing before your body eventually blacks out.
“Yeah, man. We’ll get her next time. Tell them to work harder on those CCTV footage. We probably missed something. She couldn’t have gone far. Yeah… Yeah. Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You know how many laws you’re breaking right now?” You rest your head on your palm, pouting when Katsuki turns around. You’ve been enjoying yourself just watching his back while he talked to Red Riot on the phone.
Katsuki flashes you his signature smirk before walking towards the bed. Your neck has been cleaned and bandaged up, ointment stinging your cuts, and fresh clothes wrap your body.
“I’ll deal with the consequences later.” He pushes you to your back so you’re properly laying on the soft mattress of his bed. Katsuki straddles you, pulling something out of his pocket.
The blade of your knife shines despite the dark room.
You smile, propping yourself on your elbows, “Then, let’s see how long later will last.”
