everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes
forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!
warnings: some strong language, very mildangst
A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”
“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.
“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”
His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”
“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.
“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”
“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.
Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.
It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.
You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.
However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.
It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.
So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.
And you missed him, too, deeply.
“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.
“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.
A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.
“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.
“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.
“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”
“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.
His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.
You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Or would he?
You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.
You sighed in defeat.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.
“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.
“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”
He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”
Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.
“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”
Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.
None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.
“What if I don’t want to move on?”
He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”
It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.
You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.
You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.
But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.
Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.
“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”
You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.
For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.
But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.
“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”
Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”
Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.
“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”
“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”
“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”
In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.
“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.
“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”
He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.
note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all
Pairing:BakugouKatsuki x gender neutral reader (I guess ?, mention of “chan”)
Synopsis:Sometimes, letting go isn’t the best option.
Genre:Pining,Slight Angst to Fluff.
Date : 2022, March 21st (supposedly March 14th)
Word Count : 5 000+ w. - Ficlet
Author’s note:This-… This ended up way longer than expected ? This initially was supposed to be a White Day post, but lets be honest: I would have never finished it if it hadn’t been a gift for one of my favourite persons in the world. So let’s say it’s both a March 14th and 21st post. Happy Birthday again, sweetie ! And hope you guys like it ♡
Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, I beg your indulgence for my possible mistakes Hope you’ll like it !
He saw you. He couldn’t help it.
His eyes kept falling on you, beaming in excitement as you browsed the catalogue of the best cafe and restaurants of the city. His ears kept catching your enthusiastic voice as you commented each place, each menu and options of the nearby restaurants, gardens, aquariums.
As you eagerly rambled before coming back to your main topic : organizing your date.
With Midoriya.
Bakugou felt like he was cursed. Honestly, he didn’t want to come across you two. He wasn’t even looking for you in any way, when this kind of unexpected encounters happened. And yet he kept crossing path with you, by pure chance. Or rather by accident. How was that supposed to be a “chance” ?!
Really, he was sick of it. Sick of seeing you two acting all privy, like secretly dating lovey-dovey partners. Did you really think no one would guess what you were, when you obviously met in secret in all sorts of places ? He saw you, damnit ! He saw you in the little corner of the study room, all sneaky, trying not to draw any attention while the room wall was fucking glazed, opening onto one of the more freaking frequented hallway of all UA. He saw you at the library, there again at a discreet table, hidden by the large book shelves and well away from the hall liveliness. He saw you in the dorms yard, visibly talking about the garden flowers.
At some coffee shop. Once, maybe twice. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was twice. T W I C E, damnit. Wasn’t the city big enough not to see you every single time you planned, or enjoyed a date ? He even saw you shopping together while he almost never went to the mall, damnit !
And as if all those undesired encounters weren’t enough, he had to regularly witness your small, yet frequent interactions. Chit-chat here, little notes there. Why did you have to be so obvious about it?!
Bakugou wanted to ignore it, to shrug it off and act like he didn’t care… and he almost succeeded, at least on the outside. But on the inside… The boy had never been really good at dealing with his emotions. He may well try and put up a front, at the end of the day Bakugou was still a pretty bad liar, especially to his heart.
And so he kept seeing you. Watching you. Checking on you.
STOP RIGHT THERE. You have to read this, this is one of the smartest and best misunderstanding prompt I’ve ever read. Logical, realistic, relatable, there’s everything in it, I was even doubting until we had the Reader’s POV. And the pining, omg, THE PINING. STUNNING. LOVE IT. You’re looking for a good few minutes? Read this. Rough day? Read this. In any case, this is a little masterpiece and I’m so so SO proud of you @luluwiie. Thank you for this little jewel (*chief kiss*)
Pairing:BakugouKatsuki x gender neutral reader (I guess ?, mention of “chan”)
Synopsis:Sometimes, letting go isn’t the best option.
Genre:Pining,Slight Angst to Fluff.
Date : 2022, March 21st (supposedly March 14th)
Word Count : 5 000+ w. - Ficlet
Author’s note:This-… This ended up way longer than expected ? This initially was supposed to be a White Day post, but lets be honest: I would have never finished it if it hadn’t been a gift for one of my favourite persons in the world. So let’s say it’s both a March 14th and 21st post. Happy Birthday again, sweetie ! And hope you guys like it ♡
Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, I beg your indulgence for my possible mistakes Hope you’ll like it !
He saw you. He couldn’t help it.
His eyes kept falling on you, beaming in excitement as you browsed the catalogue of the best cafe and restaurants of the city. His ears kept catching your enthusiastic voice as you commented each place, each menu and options of the nearby restaurants, gardens, aquariums.
As you eagerly rambled before coming back to your main topic : organizing your date.
With Midoriya.
Bakugou felt like he was cursed. Honestly, he didn’t want to come across you two. He wasn’t even looking for you in any way, when this kind of unexpected encounters happened. And yet he kept crossing path with you, by pure chance. Or rather by accident. How was that supposed to be a “chance” ?!
Really, he was sick of it. Sick of seeing you two acting all privy, like secretly dating lovey-dovey partners. Did you really think no one would guess what you were, when you obviously met in secret in all sorts of places ? He saw you, damnit ! He saw you in the little corner of the study room, all sneaky, trying not to draw any attention while the room wall was fucking glazed, opening onto one of the more freaking frequented hallway of all UA. He saw you at the library, there again at a discreet table, hidden by the large book shelves and well away from the hall liveliness. He saw you in the dorms yard, visibly talking about the garden flowers.
At some coffee shop. Once, maybe twice. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was twice. T W I C E, damnit. Wasn’t the city big enough not to see you every single time you planned, or enjoyed a date ? He even saw you shopping together while he almost never went to the mall, damnit !
And as if all those undesired encounters weren’t enough, he had to regularly witness your small, yet frequent interactions. Chit-chat here, little notes there. Why did you have to be so obvious about it?!
Bakugou wanted to ignore it, to shrug it off and act like he didn’t care… and he almost succeeded, at least on the outside. But on the inside… The boy had never been really good at dealing with his emotions. He may well try and put up a front, at the end of the day Bakugou was still a pretty bad liar, especially to his heart.
And so he kept seeing you. Watching you. Checking on you.
He just couldn’t help it.
And the more he stumbled upon your little moments, the heavier the weight in his stomach grew.
It’s been two weeks and he still feels the same. Maybe worse, actually. Two weeks he saw you getting closer. Two weeks his stomach couldn’t help but twinge when he saw you two together.
Of course, he still had his moments with you, for training, homeworks, or even just to take a breather after your day. He still had your stupid competitions about who was the fastest to cut the chives competition during which you regularly almost cut your fingers rather than the food, or, more privately, about which one of you would send the first “Good night” text, since you were both early-sleepers. This was a game you started playing when you moved in the dorms, after your friends commented how you both went to sleep like elders. You never stopped since, often teasing each other about it, when one of you seemed more tired than usual. That sort of competitions even started a little game between you two, a game where you’d give the other 5 ¥ when they’d make something first. You’re the first to set a new record in some of your shared video game ? 5 ¥ for you. He’s the first to taste that weird gross-looking new dish of one of your favourite restaurants ? 5¥ for him. You woke up before him ? 5¥ for you. He went to bed before you ? 5¥ for him. Anything and everything became a pretext to compete and gamble. Some pretty good pretexts to play around and take some good time together too, actually.
He still had that. And your stupidly endearing habit of reminding him to drink water “because it’s important for his brain, and essential to his quirk”. And your hopeless attempts to make him laugh, trying to tickle every single reachable skin part of his body. And the unique frown you gave him when he overexerted himself, or went too far with one of his classmates. He still had all that.
But for how long ?
Soon, you’ll graduate and leave the school, the dorms, UA, everything that bonded you together. Soon, you’ll part ways to start a new life, as heroes. And all of those things would become memories.
Plus, it already didn’t feel the same anymore. He didn’t feel as priviledged, as special as before.
He couldn’t stop questioning what your relationship truly was.
Just like Kirishima, he started semi-officially considering you as a friend at the middle of your first year. You weren’t difficult to tolerate and he respected you enough to let you gravitate around his team, until you definitely became part of it. You were then an extra he deemed worthy enough to count as one of his early sidekicks. But everything changed after Kamino. Or rather, after you confronted him and his conflicted self-loathing thoughts, after Kamino.
That night where you had the gutts to talk things out with him, to ignore his agressive shouts, those he used to push you away, hoping to quickly come back to his solitary crisis. That night where you saw right through his aggressive demeanor and chose to stay, because deep down, he needed it. That night where you gathered the courage to contradict him, to fight the obstinate guilt-inducing voices running him down in his head, to reassure him. The night you found the right way, the right words to help and support him.
Without a word to formalize it, that night strengthened your bond, bringing you closer than ever. That’s how you levelled up from “ordinary extra” to “respectable teammate” and then “ever unavowed best friend” in his heart.
But was that truly it?
Through the glazed wall, Bakugou watched you absently, lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t hear what you were saying to Deku, but judging by your theatrical gestures, he could guess you were playing a sort of overly cliché declaration of love. You looked ridiculous. So ridiculous that Bakugou found himself snorting a little, despite the twinge in his chest. You seemed happy. As always, he thought to himself, since you were such a smiley dork. But you seemed.. well. Truly well.
And in the end, wasn’t that all that truly mattered ?
He could stay with his questions, his thoughts and doubts, with the twinges in his stomach forever.
As long as you were happy, it was okay for him. He would deal with his inner conflicts on his own, like the big boy he was, and that would be the best for both of you.
You didn’t need to know anything. And he wouldn’t have to change a thing. He just had to act normal, like the brash and outstanding friend he was. Live his best life, working hard and excelling in everything to open his own agency and become the n°1 hero, while tolerating some moments with his classmates, including you among that bunch.
Simple. That had to be simple, right ? He lived like that since his youngest years. Yeah, he definitely could do this. He got this.
Or so he thought.
Days passed, quite the same yet different. Bakugou worked, and worked a lot, in your final classes, then in training, then in his bedroom. You’d help each other, as always, with workout and paperwork sessions. Sometimes he’d take a moment to breath, hanging out or playing with his team, before coming back to his work, or training. Classic days during which he’d share moments, tasks and talks with you, as you always did. Nothing more, nothing less.
Things seemed to go the right way. Actually, he was even pretty satisfied with the way he handled things until now. Burying his twinges and feelings wasn’t that hard, in the end.
That is, until his ears finally paid attention to the thing everyone’s been talking about since litteral weeks, the hot topic of the moment… : The Great Parade.
Why did shitty hair have to bring the topic today, after their boys team training session? Why now, while he was just starting to think he was doing well at handling his shit ?
… Well, maybe because the event was due like, tomorrow ? And maybe because that had been the girls’, then the boys’ main topic since literally two weeks , even while Bakugou ears decided to remain deaf and shut until his best friend brought the topic and forced its way through them ? It’s been two years, two years he has to put up with Denki’s never-ending jeremiads and tergiversations, whether or not he should invite Kyouka on a date… and yet he still never remember the fact that this shitty parade takes place between the 2nd and the 3rd week of March. This year, on the very first day of the second week, to be precise.
- But maaan, I don’t know, what if I’m just a good friend and that’s all, I don’t wanna ruin everything.. whined the blond, apparently decided to honour his traditional tergiversations, once again.
- You received Valentine chocolates, didn’t you ? Pointed out Sero, trying to boost his friend. So tomorrow is time to reciprocate !
- But what if they were just polite ones..
- Absolutely no one chooses a heart-shaped box for Giri choko. It was definitely an Honmei box, man.
- Yeah but what if-..
- Man, it’s the White day ! It’s definitely the perfect date, in every way! You have to ask her !
The taping hero carried on, developing his arguments to convince his friend. “Such a lucky coincidence don’t happen twice”… “ You can’t wait forever”, “You definitely have to do it tomorrow”, he argued. Or something along these lines. Actually, Katsuki weren’t really listening anymore, the chat of his friends becoming a fuzzy background brouhaha he didn’t even try to follow.
And while the boys carried on their talk, more or less proudly announcing their date plans for the next day, Katsuki’s mind remained stuck on one sentence, exactly five words pronounced minutes earlier.
“It’s the White day!”
Damn.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced, images, visions flooding his mind and soul. The visions of your moments with Deku.
Collecting his memories, his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together… And it clicked.
So that was what the chit-chat, the notes, the whispers, mysteries and secret stuff were all about. You surely were planning your White Day with Deku.
In the end, that didn’t change anything to your situation. You were dating Deku. That was it, and that was all. He already knew that, after all. He had accepted it.
But then, why did he feel his gut clench when Flat Face mentioned the White day ? Why did he feel his heart twinge at the thought of you and Deku going to the Parade together ? Just, what was that pang in his chest ? He thought he had accepted, swallowed it. He thought he was done with–
- And you, Kacchan~ ?
Dunce face’s voice suddenly pulled him from his unexpected introspection.
- You gonna ask Y/L/N-chan ?
As if he needed that kind of dumb question right now.
- Haaa? You really thought I’d go to such a shitty event ? What kind of fool did you take me for, Dunce ?! He instinctively answered, his usual frown on his face.
- C'mon, dude! You don’t need to be shy about it, you two are just so obvious it hurts !
- Look who’s talking! Sneered Sero.
- I am not that flagrant! He looks at her like a lovesick fool, I swear ! Didn’t you see it ?!
- I wouldn’t say that if I–
- Oi oi.. Just say that again Dunce face ? The explosive hero answered, sparks popping from his hands.
- Guys.. Help ?
- C'MON SAY THAT AGAIN–
The team break ended up turning into a new physical exercise session, Kirishima and Sero running after Bakugou who was himself chasing after Kaminari, loud explosions threatening his backside.
Frustrated by Dunce face blind stupid questions, Katsuki barely slept that night.
Instinctively following the pathway, Bakugou progressed in his walk back to the dorms, occasionnally kicking in the stones in his way. If he was used walking back to the dorms alone, after some of his never-ending training sessions, this time, the walk felt different.
Today, every single member of his team had left to get everything ready, or get dressed for their White day date. Shitty hair apologized and left a little bit earlier than usual to take a shower, because “stinking for a first date wouldn’t be very manly”. Dunce face, who had finallygotten his shit together and made his move, wanted to stop by some shop to buy a present. And Flat face had to get back the cakes and sweet treats Sato had helped him to cook for his date. He even crossed paths with Earphones, all dressed up, visibly ready to go to her date. She seemed a little embarrassed when he caught her eye, nodding. Maybe she wanted to go discreetly. Maybe she was shy about it.
He wondered if you would be shy about it too. If you were* shy about it too , his brain corrected. It wasn’t like you weren’t already dating someone… Or at least planning to date someone.
Speaking about the devil, he just passed Deku coming the other way, mumbling his plans for tonight.
“ Coffee-shop, then the parade, then the fireworks, then the park… Or was it the reverse ? Y/L/N-chan said that there was enough for two dates and that we’ll see on site, but… ”
He couldn’t hear the end of the green-haired boy mumbles, yet what he had been able to catch was already enough to get on his nerves. In the past, he probably would have blown him up for that. But past was past. He wasn’t that immature brat anymore. He had grown up and learned, learned to cooperate, learned to understand and help others, learned to contain himself.
And yet, there was still one thing, that one thing that was just beyond his abilities : Giving up. Giving up on his dreams. Giving up on what he wanted. Giving up on..
- Y/N-chaaaan! See you tomorroow!
Racoon-eyes’ voice pulled him out of his thoughts, urging him to raise his head and look up from the stones on his way.
There you stood, visibly back from your own training session: probably swimming one, judging by the wet towel sticking out of your bag. From his distance, he could admire how the sunset was floodlighting you, illuminating your face while highlighting your silhouette. And despite the meters between you, he was still able to distinguish how its warm colours danced in your hair, tinting them in so many different shades. He even noticed your damp tips, confirming him you indeed had been swimming. The sky was clear, but even if this year temperatures seemed warmer than usual, the atmosphere remained quite chilly, especially at the end of the day. You didn’t see to care, though. That didn’t really surprise him, yet Katsuki couldn’t help but notice this kind of things. How brave, strong and tough you were, among so many other things.
- Minaaaa-chaaan! Yeah, see you ! Have fun, and don’t forget any detail, you’ll have to tell me everything tomorrow!
- Yeah, and you too!
- Ha ha, yeah yeah, sure you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
You weren’t really looking forward to telling them how your best friend rejected you two weeks before the end of your year. Really, you could wait for that. Maybe they would forget it. Maybe their date will be so awesome that they’ll forget that you planned to confess tonight. Yeaaaah… maybe ?
- As if Mina would forget something like that.. You whined for yourself, a sigh escaping your lips as your arms dropped, dangling.
- Forget something like what ?
You jumped, surprised by the unexpected question of your unexpected best friend.
- Bakugou ! You startled me !
- Yeah, think I saw that’.
You frowned, wrinkling your nose at his teasing. It was often like that, between you two. Always teasing each other, the fool frowning, grumbling or shouting in a more or less fake fury while the tease smirked, laughed or ran for their life ~~(a situation surprisingly not always reserved to your case, since Bakugou sometimes ended up playing along, letting you chase him when you were alone~~. After all, he kinda liked being chased by you. But that’s a secret)~~.
- So? What’s the thing Racoon eyes’ is supposed to forget ?
- A bet. Sort of.
But anyway ! You were coming back from your boys band training ? You teased him, gently punching his shoulder to distract him from your sudden change of topic.
Will the great Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight grant me the honour of walking back with him ? You theatrically asked, trying to reinforce your composure by joking around.
Always, he thought, his mushiness taking his own brain aback. Just, what was wrong with him ?!
- Tsk, maybe, he said, resuming his walk to put up a bold front, hoping it would help to cope with, or at least cover the mess of his brain and heart.
Taken aback by his plain answer, you just stood there, puzzled and rooted to the spot, watching his back move away in the distance while replaying his word in your head.
It was a simple word. A plain “Maybe”. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing to worry anyone else. Yet this answer made you stress a little more over what you wanted to tell him. Not because he teased you back with his answer. But because he didn’t tease you back enough.
Something felt… off. Something was definitely wrong and you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Maybe today wasn’t the right day, after all ? Maybe you should wait for another chance.
It was not like these were your very last days of life together, after all. Not like you weren’t exactly 17 days away from the end of your student years. Not like most of you were gonna part ways to start up their own agencies, after the graduation ceremony. Nooo. Not at all. You weren’t two weeks away from your very last chance to confess to your best friend and tell him what he truly meant to you, before he probably decided to travel overseas to surpass All Might. Absooolutelynot.
How convenient denial can be, sometimes, the pragmatic part of your own brain sneered at you. But you preferred not thinking about it, quickly opting to join him in his walk.
- So!… You began, a bit short of breath after hopping to catch up with his him. How was it?
Lost in his thoughts, or more accurately trying to get a grip on his inner mess, Katsuki took some solid 10 seconds to hear, then to process your words.
How was it ? How was what ?
His non-existent night of sleep?
His pseudo-talks with his team, which sounded more like a competition about who would have the best date tonight ? Or his brief yet infuriating encounter with Deku, mumbling about the date you had been planning since literal weeks?
- I mean, not only your training with the boys, but your whole training day, at the agency ?
Oh. His day. Training, patrol, reports, paperworks, workout. Things like that. Of course you meant it that way. That was a fucking logic and classic question.
- ’t was fine. Patrolled with the sidekicks. We had to handle a bunch of trifle-villains, a couple of robbers and we evacuated a building partially destroyed by one of the villains.
- A not so bad one, if he was able to destroy anything under your watch.
- Was an accident. He actually destabilized a crane which ended up falling on the building.
- I see. No victims, I guess
- Of course not. Were no match for us. The budding hero instinctively answered, his signature smirk on his prettyface.
His answer made you smile. Not because he was bragging : he always was, it was as natural as breathing for him. You were used to it and kinda liked that part of his brash personality. His answer didn’t make you smile because he was the best. But because he was better. Better at cooperating. Better at saying “us” than “me”, “we” than “I”. Better at including others, his team, in the glory and credit he once used to claim for himself. Better in so many things. A better hero, and a better person. And you were really proud, proud and happy of being able to witness his blossoming as such.
Peeping out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki noticed and secretly took in the sight of your smile, wondering what caused it.
- What’s so funny ?
- Nothing ! I’m listening, I swear, carry o-
- Spit it out. You were snorting.
- I wasn’t ! I was smiling to myself !
- For what ?
- Do I really need a reason to smile whー. You stopped middle-sentence, blessing the inner sirens that suddenly wailed in your head. You almost blurt it out. You almost let this “when I’m with you” come out of your mouth of its own will, right from your heart. Thanks lord you didn’t finish that sentence.
Katsuki, as for him, didn’t feel as relieved as you were, taking your silence for a secret he did and didn’t want to know at the same time. Were you smiling thinking about Deku and your.. your evening with him ? Were you smiling for Deku ?
Were you dating Deku ?
He knew it. He just knew the answer to that question. Yet he just couldn’t pluck up the courage to simply ask you.
Because, deep inside, hidden behind all his pragmatic, down-to-earth and objectifying walls, deep in his heart, a small voice never ceased fanning the embers of his hope, noting and taking in every single positive interactions between you, as brief and little as it was. Every smile. Laugh. Shared knowing looks. Every touch. Every text.
These were all the things the little voice in his heart would cling to and talk about to keep his hopes alive.
But in the end, would it be right ?
Maybe not.
-I’m just happy you had a great day, that’s all. You quickly corrected, pouting to hide the blush tinting your cheeks.
Surely not.
In the end, he had to be ready to hear it. Even if he didn’t want to.
- Sure as hell you worked and did a lot too. He answered evasively, mostly to keep the conversation going. If he was sincerely interested in your life, always finding devious means to encourage you to talk about your thoughts and day ~~(which meant, in his language, teasing and provoking you to trigger one of your extraordinarily long and passionate speech about something you would fight anyone for)~~, this time his mind nor heart weren’t really there, which explained the pat answer.
- It was a kinda big day for me too, I have to admit. We worked on our support formation, in evacuation and back up simulations. It was intense !
You took a moment to relate your day, narrating every single moment as if you were reliving it. Listening to the sound and variation of your voice, Bakugou tried to let go of his thoughts, focusing on your intonations rather than the turmoil of his head. He almost succeeded, actually, nodding, humming and passing comments here and there.
- A big day, uh.
- Yeah, definitely ! Seems like we both worked a lot.
Bakugou let out an assenting hum, before silence fell back on you.
It was now, or never.
- That’s why… You started hesitantly. You knew this sentence was like a slope : the first steps would be okay and at the second you’d start to think that you were handling it, you’d rush downhill, unable to turn back. And that, just like in a steep slope, you could mess up and stumble, tumble down the hill at any moment. You just hoped you wouldn’t break anything in the process. In the end, that really was all you asked.
- That’s why, you gulped, picking up your sentence, I think I’ll skip our report and paperwork session for today.
That was it.
That was the moment you were both dreading for.
For you, the moment you’d tell him you’d like to go to the Parade with him. The very first, yet already meaningful step towards your confession.
For him, the moment you’d tell him you would miss your usual shared work session, because you planned to go to the parade with Deku.
And that’s the moment he knew he just couldn’t accept it. The moment the little voice in his chest changed into a real, sincere cry from the heart, shattering his walls, silencing his rational thoughts, pulsing sheer adrenaline in his veins.
Fuck his brain and his “You’ll get over it” thoughts. Fuck the “Let’s be rational, they’re obviously flirting”, the “already too late”, and the “that’s better this way”.
Since when had he been thinking like such a loser? When did he start thinking about giving up without even trying ? Without putting up a good fight ? Just, when did he start thinking about giving up ? Giving up on you, on top of that. It wasn’t like he was giving up his lunch or movie seat. He was giving up his place in your life, his place in your heart.
And he really thought he could just, step aside for someone else ? And watch them be there, standing by your side, taking place in your heart, and applaud everything from afar like the fool he would be ?
How dumb he was. Dumb and deaf, deaf to his own heart now furiously beating in his chest, mind, in his whole soul. But he heard it, now. He was even hearing it so well that his sound and voices overcame everything, muffling the sound of your voice, still playing in the background. You were probably trying to contextualize your confession, struggling to find the words to explain and justify why you wanted to take your evening off.
~~And that’s exactly what you were doing, but not in the way he was imagining it~~.
He didn’t know. Actually, he was more speculating than really listening to the content of your speech, his brain and being currently busier processing his denial and general feelings.
Since when had he been… ? Since Kamino ? Maybe. Since Jaku ? Perhaps.
Without ever clearly admitting it to himself, he always knew, or rather felt that he enjoyed your presence. Your logical presence in UA, your respectable presence in this class, your pleasant presence in his team, then your likeable and comforting presence in his life.
When did these adjectives start to evolve ? He didn’t really know.
- Sorry if this sounds all of sudden, I was so caught up in scheduling, organization and all that I didn’t really know if I could allow myself some free time for tonight.
What he knew was that he enjoyed every single stupid moment with you, as fleeting and ordinary as it can be. The training sessions where you’d tease him non-stop, trying his verylimited patience till he lost it, starting to chase after you to make you pay for it. The time where he discovered that his smallest sparks were excellent tickling weapons, making you scream so loud people thought he was torturing you for real. The infuriating times where you’d suddenly soak him head to toe, just for fun, which ended up helping him to speed up his heating process just to pursue you quicker. The times where you’d fall asleep on his desk at the end of some of your late paperwork sessions, a voice in his chest urging him to cover you with one of his blanket and let you snooze there. And vice versa, the times where he’d end up snoozing a little, resting his head on your lap after one of your big work out sessions. Your desperate and obstinate attempts to play the drums like him. And his fakely bored ~~yet deep down sincerely interested~~ attempts to do stuff like you. The cooking fights. The game fights. The co-op times. Everything.
Absolutely every stupid second in your company.
- But, I’ve been thinking about it, and…
When did he start falling for you ? He didn’t know.
But what he knew for sure was that he couldn’t let you finish this sentence. He couldn’t let you go. Not with Deku. Not with anyone else.
He never accepted to be a second player, after all. And he wouldn’t start now. Not with you. Not when the prize to win was a place beside you.
He wanted to be the n°1 in your eyes, in your heart. And if he really couldn’t be, he at least wanted you to know that youwere n°1 in his heart.
The realization made him stop in his tracks, fist clenched, trembling.
That was selfish. He knew it. That had been the reason of his weeks-long silence and denial.
But as he watched your figure move away in the reddening sunset, he knew he just couldn’t let you go.
He just couldn’t let you finish this sentence. Not without telling you. Not without trying to.
- You know, there’s this event, the, the Parade tonight and I wanted to ー…
- Don’t go with him. He cut you off, making you realize he wasn’t walking beside you anymore. Bewildered, you slowly turned around, looking at him in confusion.
- Don’t go with… ?
- With stupid Deku. He blurted out, head low, fists clenched.
But he couldn’t deliver his next sentence like that.
So he took a breath and raised his head, staring deep into your eyes, a deep yet sincere expression on his face.
-Go with me instead.
A cool wind was picking up, some of its soft breezes playing around your head, dancing in your hair and whispering in your ears. But you wouldn’t pay attention to their murmurs. Not when your head and mind were already full of confused thoughts, each and every of them revolving around a sole sentence. 4 little words pronounced with the deepest determination in the world, each word being emphasized by a pair of shining orbs, like two rubies lit up by the sunlight… or maybe emotions ?
- Wait … What ?
Did you think that out loud ? Shit. You surely did, considering the sudden twitch of his brows.
You had to clarify things, before imagining things, raising false hopes or hurting him unintentionally.
- Bakugou… Are you asking me out?
Yes. Yes he was. Even if he already knew your answer. Yes, he was asking you out.
But even as he braced for the shock, getting ready to listen to the confirmation he dreaded to hear, even as his heart was already clenching at his expected rejection, a little part of him was still hoping, helping him to put up his classic brash front, despite his trembling heart.
- Hell what if I am ?
For a brief moment, he caught you smiling to yourself, and couldn’t help but wondering why. Why this smile. Why now.
His heart was about to explode, and you were smiling. You really were impossible.. But damn, he liked that. He really, deeply liked that. Because it was a part of you.
Before he could analyse you any longer, you started walking towards him, cutting off his reflections. You walked unhesitatingly, this same smile still on your face. A smile he couldn’t decipher, but secretely admired instead.
- Well… I don’t have any money on me, but… You whispered, smiling mischievously as you stood on your tip-toe to reach his face. - Consider this as my 5 ¥, you softly murmured to his ear, before gently planting a kiss on the corner of his cheek.
Wait, what ? He, you -
It was Katsuki’s turn to bug, struggling to get a grip on what was happening there.
You. Kissed his cheek. And it wasn’t a “Sorry, I don’t like you this way” kiss, as he was expecting it.
It was a knowing, a conniving kiss. A winkingone.
A kiss that said “I’m in.” And more importantly… A 5¥ kiss. Which meant you…
- You got me. I was trying to ask you the same thing.
Suddenly, a wave of mixed feelings overwhelmed Katsuki. Pride, relief, coyness… Happiness, excitement..And such a misunderstanding feeling.
- And before you ask, I’m half-sorry but… I never planned on going to the parade with Deku. I haven’t coached him since literal weeks to end up taking Ochaco’s place. And he was.. sort of advising me for my own date plans, too… You explained, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed at the idea he could have mistaken that for some kind of flirt.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced, images flooding his mind again. Once again, his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together… And it clicked. For real, this time.
It was just such a big misunderstanding.
But it was for the best.
- Tsk, we’ll have to test those plans of yours, then. See if they’re worth it. He answered, his typical brash smirk back on his face. I’ll see you at 7 p.m.
And without even waiting for your answer, he left, as if it was nothing. As if his heart wasn’t about to burst with joy and excitement. As if he hadn’t just made the biggest step to win his place in your life.
In the end, he should seriously think of paying Deku back for that one.
You wake up to a still world. There’s nothing going on. No animals, no wind, no sounds of the night. You wake to a still world with the things you feel. Warm, safe, loved, hearing his slow breath and feeling his warmth around you. His arms tighten around your waist and he takes a deep breath. You feel him stir awake behind you. You feel him drag you closer digging his face into your neck. Warm puffs of air send tingles down your spine. He wakes up, “ Go to sleep baby. I got you.” He kisses your neck and you nestle in his warmth. Once more surrounded by warmth and love in a bubble in time. Everything comes together and you drift off to sleep in the arms of the one you love.
→ being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
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a/n: next part is gonna be ️ spicy hehe and sorry for updating so late omg ♀️ but work has been constantly attacking me with deadlines lately and i’m just the worst at time management so i couldn’t find time to upload i tried to clump up a 2-part content into one part to kinda make it up to you for the late ass update well anyways i hope you like this part
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
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a/n: well i umm t-t-this happened i guess i had some doubts about this part but i went with it anyways ehe i have been super busy this week but i managed to squeezed some time from my schedule to make this so i’m sorry for the kina late update anyways i hope you enjoy it hehe
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
a/n: I JUST FINISHED THE MOVIE AND MY GOD I WAS SHOCKED the movie was just fricking amazing but the plot… IT HAD SOME SIMILARITIES WITH THIS SERIES OMG I SCREAMED (what can i say, great minds think alike) i won’t spoil anything but seriously go watch it!!! AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE BREATHTAKING SONGS UGH
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
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a/n: lol hi its me ahaha how do i even start to explain idek okay so i kinda caught the disease and it got pretty bad and i had to fuvking struggle lmao but now as u can see, i am alive and well :) now i’m fighting my deadlines lol so i can’t say i will update soon but i’m not dropping it!!! just on a hiatus atm:)
⁰⁰⁴.notes:HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! i hope this fic is enough to celebrate his birthday <33
The tiring day made the pro hero exhausted. Tons of events have happened; he rescued a civilian from a train; he defeated at least seven villains on his way and another three villains on his way home. He was all mommy and daddy and he even got a burn from his arm and neck.
His Team wrapped him with bandages and with a little help from recovery girl, who surprisingly is still alive due to her age, nonetheless, the world is advanced after all. Lots of experiments and medicines, and quirks that may have benefactor types to make your lifespan even longer.
He opened the room that you both shared and saw you sleeping peacefully. It was late after all. He dragged himself to the shower because the dirt in his body made him all uncomfortable, he was a clean freak.
He got out of the shower and dried himself. Soon, he lays down with you and falls asleep in an instant.
“Katsuki..”
He felt his body shaking softly. He slowly opened his eyes to see you on top of him. Your hair was resting on your shoulders, and you were wearing one of his shirts. “Katsuki…” you whisper-yelled.
He let out a groan and got up with his back leaning against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes, “idiot, it’s fucking late…” he said.
His eyes started to get clear, he saw a faint warm light beside the bedside table. You took the small plate with a slice of a cake with a candle on the top. “I know, this is not too much of a birthday gift but I wanted to greet you first, Happy birthday katsuki.”
A small smile formed on your face. The lights of the candle reflected on his ruby eyes, and glistened to the small yet special greeting you just did.
In his life, blasting away, and fighting was only in his mind. A guy like him who was accustomed to violence and straightforwardness, he doesn’t mind going home with you, welcoming him.
“Come on now katsuki, make a wish and blow out the candles!” You said in an excited tone. He closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds and blew the candle. He took the plate and placed it on the bedside table.
He pulled you closer. You were now sitting on his lap. For a pro, he’ll carry you as if you’re light as a feather. He held your face closer to his, giving a slow kiss.
The moment he closed his eyes before he blew out the candle, he was never a man of sweet words. But rather, he chose to keep it to himself, hoping it’ll come true.
⁰⁰⁴.notes:HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! i hope this fic is enough to celebrate his birthday <33
The tiring day made the pro hero exhausted. Tons of events have happened; he rescued a civilian from a train; he defeated at least seven villains on his way and another three villains on his way home. He was all mommy and daddy and he even got a burn from his arm and neck.
His Team wrapped him with bandages and with a little help from recovery girl, who surprisingly is still alive due to her age, nonetheless, the world is advanced after all. Lots of experiments and medicines, and quirks that may have benefactor types to make your lifespan even longer.
He opened the room that you both shared and saw you sleeping peacefully. It was late after all. He dragged himself to the shower because the dirt in his body made him all uncomfortable, he was a clean freak.
He got out of the shower and dried himself. Soon, he lays down with you and falls asleep in an instant.
“Katsuki..”
He felt his body shaking softly. He slowly opened his eyes to see you on top of him. Your hair was resting on your shoulders, and you were wearing one of his shirts. “Katsuki…” you whisper-yelled.
He let out a groan and got up with his back leaning against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes, “idiot, it’s fucking late…” he said.
His eyes started to get clear, he saw a faint warm light beside the bedside table. You took the small plate with a slice of a cake with a candle on the top. “I know, this is not too much of a birthday gift but I wanted to greet you first, Happy birthday katsuki.”
A small smile formed on your face. The lights of the candle reflected on his ruby eyes, and glistened to the small yet special greeting you just did.
In his life, blasting away, and fighting was only in his mind. A guy like him who was accustomed to violence and straightforwardness, he doesn’t mind going home with you, welcoming him.
“Come on now katsuki, make a wish and blow out the candles!” You said in an excited tone. He closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds and blew the candle. He took the plate and placed it on the bedside table.
He pulled you closer. You were now sitting on his lap. For a pro, he’ll carry you as if you’re light as a feather. He held your face closer to his, giving a slow kiss.
The moment he closed his eyes before he blew out the candle, he was never a man of sweet words. But rather, he chose to keep it to himself, hoping it’ll come true.
- holds his spoon like a 4 yr old. like, hand curled into a fist around it. hunCHES OVER HIS FOOD LIKE AN ANIMAL TO SHOVEL IT INTO HIS MOUTH FASTER
- has never worn a belt willingly in his life,, will never wear one by choice. no matter how busted his pants look.
- when he gets the hiccups bakugou gets genuinely angry at himself. literally hitting his legs in frustration, face scrunching up n flaring red like he’s dying over sum goddamn hiccUPS
- i’m sorry but,,,, holDS HIS PHONE LIKE A BOOMER. literally 25 inches away from his face, minimum.always squinting at acronyms being used in the gc,, has to look them up on fucking urbAN DICTIONARY
- this man is constantly clenched up. i mean like, flat ass, square ass, pants dont fit right ass bc he’s clenching up both cheeks sm
- bakugou literally has a meltdown every single time theres a stray hair on him. like he just thinks it’s gross so he’s there trying to pick it off but it keeps sticking to his fingers and he’s shaking his wrist, practically breaking it while his face goes red like he’s gonna cry
- eats like a mf animal so bakugou gets food stuck in his teeth all the time. what makes it even worse is that he never waits to use a dental pick to remove the food, he’ll just stick his entire hand in his mouth and dig around while still at the table with u
- feels extremely pressured if u watch him tie his shoes,, so he fumbles over it like twice, at minimum,and then screams bloody murder at you to stop looking
- mf has entire arguments with people in his head and if bakugou isn’t careful, he will scream his retorts out loud
- puts the neck of his shirt in his mouth and chews. this happens every single time he sits down to watch tv. when he gets up he’s always got this giant dark spot on his shirt bc of his spit
- refuses to clip his toenails and tears them instead. tells u it’s “quicker” but its literally not and he looks like a child all curled up and picking at his feet
- one time y’all visited his home together and u watched mitsuki scream at him. bakugou hardly said anything during the argument (bc she’d literally sleep him if he did) but when he stormed back into ur room, he did shut the door behind him. Closed it gently instead slamming it like he clearly wanted to, and turned around to silently flip off his door like a child throwing a fit☹️
- you’ve seen this man ram his shoulder into just about every doorway on the planet. it might be that he’s not paying attention, or maybe he just has rlly poor spatial awareness, but either way bakugou is runnin into everything
- bakugou def has a favorite romance manga,,, which would be cute, except its actually not bc its a reverse harem one. and when he was younger, lil bakugou wrote all these notes in the margins just tearing all the male love interests apart. v much used that manga as a “what not to do” guide and physically wrote out comments about how he’s better than those guys and what he’d do instead
- cannot sing for the mf life of him,, but he refuses to admit defeat if y’all go out for karaoke w/ ur friends. just, gets up on stage, and completely embarrasses himself the second the mic is put in his hands. runs back to the table tho and genuinely thinks he did good
- i,, no i am so sorry for this one but its, like, its true,,, BAKUGOU COMES CRIMINALLY CLOSE TO EATING HIS SCABS. SOMETIMES HE ACTUALLY DOES (fight me on it idc, look me in the face and tell me im wrong. u cant bc im not wrong. just think about it for literally half a second)
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pls y’all im begging u, drop me some bakugou icks of ur own ,,,, im literally fueledTM by how weird he is
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.
Listen listen…. Bakugou doing the knee thing when your making out…. He had you laying above him with one of his legs up, interlocking your lips in slow sensual kisses when he subconsciously pushes your crotch into his leg. And you two are both so inexperienced, untouched virgins if you will because no one has ever caught your eyes. But he just couldn’t help it, too lost in the feeling of your lips on his, your hands roaming his clear cut abs. Even after he did it he still didn’t think about it until you made a noise that is.
“K-katsuki.”You whine out then and only then is when he finally opens his eyes to look up at yours. Brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut with the most raw pleasure you’ve ever been able to experience. Boy if he wasn’t hard before he is now.
“Shit baby, don’t say my name like that” Bakugou whispers however he can’t help but notice you continuing to grind down on his thigh.
“Can’t- nghh can’t help it Katsu.” Your eyes open for the first time and all he can see is lust blown pupils and the big pink hearts that beat in tandem with his. By then bakugou decided that his leg wasn’t enough, so he moved you up to sit on his lap completely. Being able to fullyfeel him now, he ruts his hips up to finally be able to experience some of the pleasure you’re feeling and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the feeling. Untouched virgins probably isn’t the best way to describe the two of you anymore…
Thinking about you doing that one tiktok trend where the girl sets up the phone in front of the guy and tells him to listen to the lyrics of the bruno mars song.
You run up to Bakugou sitting on the couch and set up the phone in front of you to on the coffee table. He doesn’t make a move to get up, just watching as you fumble with the settings on whatever app you were on before turning to him with instruction.
“Okay just listen to the lyrics. Got it suki?” You say with your hands interlocked at your chest and a hopeful look on your eye. However he doesn’t respond, only grunting in affirmation and nodding his head at your phone for you to start. He watches you start the video before awkwardly standing slightly to the right in front of him.
“fellas grab your ladies if your ladies fine”
Without hesitation he grabs your arm only for you to stumble back onto his lap. You’re looking completely shocked at him somehow not knowing he would do that (smh my head) and he is just smirrrkking at youuuuu. When you watch it back omg you will hide your face in his chest while he just laughs because while yes he should be annoyed at hearing the sound a million times he is also flattered you are so flustered by his action.
thinking about how you like to wear the tiniest costumes on halloween because you want to feel sexy and you do. Not only that but you make Katsuki be the other half, his costume being more modest seeing as how he doesn’t like dressing up all that much. But every. single. time. you end up getting cold and asking him for some of the layers to his costume.
Bakugou was less than phased by your choice of clothing, truth be told he didn’t care at all. If you thought you looked good in it (he always did too) than you would be wearing it no debate from him. You were soexcited for this years annual halloween party because your costume was just too good. About two months ago you had started to gather the things for you and bakugou to be velma and scooby. You had it all planned out, turtleneck sweater that hugged your curves perfectly, a tiny little skirt, and some above the knee socks.
Youwantedhim to be shaggy but for whatever reason he said he’d be scooby. Dog head and all. Bakugou was on board with it as always, he did put up a fight when he realized how the character he was dressing up as acted, but you did some… convincing and he folded so quick.
Compliments after compliments on how the two of you looked together and then the familiar chill started. “Sukiiiiiii, m’ cold” You pout, cuddling into him. Bakugou looks down and you trying to snuggle into him for warmth and smiles at the cute display.
“Okay baby, let’s go change.” He says rubbing his pawed hand up and down your back. You look up at him confused thinking he didn’t have anything else to wear. “Change? What’re you gonna wear suki?” He doesn’t answer you but instead takes your hand to lead you to an empty bathroom.
“Just hold on, gotta get outa this thing first.” He mutters fumbling with the scooby suit zipper. When he finally gets it unzipped, you see the familiar brownish tan slacks and green untucked shirt.
Bakugou plans ahead, you should have known this. Once he fully steps out of the dog costume he hands it to you to wear. You giggle at the thought, the costume drowning you because of your size difference. You slipped your skirt off and put the fuzzy costume on instantly warming up.
“How do i look?” You giggle out holding out your paws.
“Very cute.” He says as he kisses the crown of your head and leads you back to the party.
You are friends, best friends; And he is your world, however even though you are madly in love with him, you don’t think it’s reciprocated. But little do you know he’s pining for you too. The lingering touches, jokes during class. He’s pulling out all his best work just for one single chance to make you his.
Todays lecture was a particularly boring one. Katsuki thought so too, you could tell by the way he would lean over and whisper something into your ear, trying desperately to make you laugh. That laugh that he loves so much. Anytime the professor said something, anything at all, there he was cracking a joke. At some point during the class you just stopped listening all together to solely focus on Bakugou.
“Ya wanna get lunch after this? ‘M starving.” He says quietly to not disrupt the people around him.
“Lunch sounds sooooo good, I haven’t eaten yet today I don’t think.” You whisper back trying to wrack your brain to see if you’d eaten.
“Tch gotta take care of y’self, stupid. You’d be so fucking dead without me I swear” He laughs at the incredulous look you give him and only tears his eyes away when he hears everyone moving.
You began to pack your things and made your way into the isle to wait for Bakugou. He always takes his sweet time cleaning up because of his strict “organization” system. Yet you always wait. Not because you can’t make it to the door by yourself, but because you feel safe in his presence.
He’d made his way to you and you start the head down the stairs of the auditorium-like classroom. “Oh my god, walk slower” He says sarcastically once you’d made it to the doors. Always being the last people out because he takes so long gives you the opportunity to mess with him a little more.
So you stopped. Directly in front of him in the doorway. But what you forgot was he’s so much biggerandstronger than you, so before you could even laugh about it, you’re off the ground. Thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.
“Ah! Katsuki! Put me down put me down put me down!” You squeak out.
“Nope, this is what you get for being mean.” He laughs at his own statement. You? Mean? Never. And especially never to him.
“I surrender! I’m sorry, please put me down katsu!” You say giggling trying to fake an apologetic look even though he can’t see your face.
He grabs you by the hips and gently let you down right in front of him. And he truly honest to god didn’t mean for the two of you to be so close but hey, he wasn’t complaining. His hands never left your waist because he feels like if he moves it’s all over, never to happen again. And it’s so much harder to compose himself when you’re looking at him like thatwith those beautiful eyes of yours.
“Katsu…” You whisper out gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He says with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. All the while, whilst the two of you are barely speaking, your faces are inching towards each other. Constantly darting your eyes down to the others lips.
“Y/N can i-” You cut bakugou off before he can finish. “Please.” The last word exchanged before he leans down to capture your lips in his. And boy did it feel like heaven, like the stars finally aligned. Lips slotting together in harmony, breathy noises coming out in almost moans, teeth clanking together at some points because you’re both so happy you can’t help but smile. It continues for a bit until you remember you’re out in the open and you move to pull away. His head follows yours in a last minute attempt to kiss you again before he opens his eyes to see your dazed smile.
“suki am i still pretty” you say looking away from the mirror.
bakugou puts down his manga and looks at you like you’re stupid. “You are so pretty, tf u askin me for look in the mirror.”
“well then have my boobs gotten smaller?” you say with your puppy dog pout.
“no???? they look the same to me” he says with an incredulous look on his face.
“well something is different about me and i can’t figure out what. hmmmmmm” you say with a finger on your chin, pretending to contemplate the possibilities. Nowwww he sees what you’re doing. You want himto notice something different about you then praise you out of his ass for it.
He gets up off of your shared bed to stand behind you, towering over your sitting figure. “Well let’s see,” he speaks, “s’ not your hair i woulda seen that in a heartbeat.” he moves your hair out of the way to see your ears looking for jewelry that wasn’t there before. “No new piercings. Lemme see your hands, baby”
You give your hand to him all proud and excited like. “Ah, you got your nails done. They look so pretty baby.” You giggle looking up at him. “You really like them suki?”
“Course, anythin looks pretty on you” he kisses down your neck before meeting your gaze in the mirror. “anything” The final word he says before gently maneuvering your jaw to face him. rough hands met supple skin for a sweet yet searing kiss.
Bakugou Katsuki is such a goodkisser. It’s almost hard to believe that you were each other’s very first kisses he’s that good. You were almost always at his house and his mother absolutely adored you. However, whenever you started to get deep into a conversation with her, you were whisked away by your angry boyfriend.
He always always always takes your hand to lead you up the stairs and shuts his door. Wouldn’t want his old had to be spying on you guys now. Not that she would but he’s a little paranoid.
Bakugou leads you to his bed to which he will immediately pull you onto his lap so you are straddling him. “Sukiii, i just got here.” you whine. He begins to kiss down your neck, sucking your favorite spot then nipping at it lightly.
“Mmm, don’t care. Kiss me.” He says making his way further up your neck to your jawline. Once you finally begin to kiss him back, he adds more fevor to the kiss. Moving his head at the right times, sensually tonguing at your mouth in the most deliciously disgusting way possible.
“mm suki” He glances up at you but soon realizes you weren’t beckoning his attention, but more so calling out to him for more.
And then for the next hour or so before you had to go home it continued on like that. Slow sensual kisses, touches, hickeys around each other’s necks. But when it finally was time for you to leave, he will escort you back downstairs asking if you could stay for just a little longer.
“Oh, your leaving already Y/N? Well come back soon hun you’re always welcome!” His mom will say before looking at her son. “Katsuki what’s on your neck?” You take that as your sign to make a run for it, “Well, I um i’m gonna head out, bye suki love you, and bye mitsuki!” She turns back to her son to examine his neck further. “Oh my god, is it a hickey?!” “Hah?”
“Katsuki Bakugou you have a hickey on your neck go look.” She giggles out. Bakugou runs to the mirror to find the purple bruise located where his collar bone meets his neck, the spot that had him keening out for you.
“She is so dead” he mumbled going back to his room.
“Don’t be too hard on her now Katsuki,” Mitsuki calls from the bottom of the steps. “Yeah yeah whatever.”
suki<3:you left a hickey on my neck? how the fuck am i supposed to get this off?
Y/N:you didn’t seem to mind when i was doing it (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥
suki<3:well i didn’t really notice it when it was happening. and cut it with the stupid emoticons
Y/N:aww why cause it felt so good suki?? i’m flattered (>‿♥)
suki<3: keep tellin yourself that baby, hags callin me for dinner, i gotta go
synopsis: not everyone like what they see in the mirror, but he’s there to love you unconditionally until you learn to love yourself.
wc: 1.6k
cw: ⚠️mentions of ed⚠️, self hatred, body dysmorphia, self deprecating thoughts, hurt -> comfort, characters are third years in hs so 18 (if i missed anything let me know :))
you can picture whatever you would like but this is the dress i had in mind
You’ll never see yourself the way others do. No one will. You see how you’re supposed to look all around you and by comparison, you’re not the same. But beauty comes in all shapes and forms, it just takes some longer than others to realize it.
The first step to getting better was addressing the problem, but it became hard when your mind warped your thoughts into continuous self-deprecating statements made to tear you apart, rip you to shreds until you were nothing more than a sobbing body in front of the mirror. For you it was control, the feeling of trying to be able to regulate your diet and appearance was the thing that sent you down this spiraling hole in the first place.
But to you there was no issue, it was just trying to better yourself. Yeah, bettering yourself. What’s so wrong with that? And the more you justified it, the less farfetched it seemed. You had hidden it very well too, having the perfect excuses for your absence of eating, your routine of working out looking normal with how much you did it before, and the clothing that hid your body oh so well. And the plan was to keep this going until you finally saw the desirable woman you wanted to be in the mirror.
But plans can come crumbling down like an avalanche with one small disturbance. Yours was him, your boyfriend who loved you and only you unconditionally. Everyone else might think he is an asshole who wouldn’t know how to treat a girl if you gave him an instruction manual, but he was truly the only thing keeping you stable.
Trying to keep your new health regimen is hard with the brooding man hanging around all the time. You loved his presence, but the intrusive thoughts always ruined your good mood, “He knows,” “He’s only with you because he pities you,” “There’s a million prettier girls he would rather be with than you.”
Recently he had noticed your skittish behavior, whenever he would touch you, it was flinches and stiffness, so naturally Bakugou had wondered what was wrong. From then on out, he began to pay more attention to how you act, trying to find the underlying cause of your odd demeanor.
However, it wasn’t until he had asked you to a dinner date that he realized what your deal was. The blonde runs up to you after school ready to walk home with you, when he proposes the idea, “Hey I haven’t taken you out in a while, how’s about we go to dinner. Somewhere nice and fancy.”
He turns to you expecting an answer. Before you could even think of declining, you see it. The devilishly charming boyish smile he holds just for you, only for you. And that is the only reason you say, “Yeah, that sounds nice, Katsu.”
“Tonight, good for you?” He asks eyes straight ahead. A small hum in agreement from you it all it takes to tell him yes.
Once at your doorstep, he moves just a tad closer to you, grabbing your face gently in his hand and speaks once more.
“I’ll pick you up around 7, ‘kay baby?” He goes to whisper in your ear one last thing before taking his leave, “And wear that little purple dress, ‘s my favorite on you.” one last kiss goodbye was all he gave to bid you farewell.
In theory, everything was fine, you would get ready, order a salad, skip dessert, then work it off tomorrow. Everything was fine. It would be fine, you still had control.
Figuring you had time to shower and do your makeup, you rushed upstairs to clean yourself off. The more time you had to fix how you looked in that dress, the better. It was all going fine and dandy until it was time for you to get dressed.
Pulling the lilac piece of cloth out of your closet was a lot harder than you wanted to admit but putting it on was a different story. Truth is, it fits you just fine, even a bit big on you. But that’s not how your brain spun it, your reflection staring back at you, the taunting figure in the mirror you so fearfully dreaded to see.
It should have taken you an hour to get ready, however the time pushing 6:45 has other ideas. By this point you have broken down completely, just sitting on your bed in front of the reflective glass, your silhouette looking right back at you. And before you could have time to worry about the number on the clock, the doorbell rang, signifying your lover’s arrival. Damn him for being punctual all the time.
You make no move to answer the door, or even move at all, forcing your mom to open the door to your awaiting boyfriend. It feels like you’re numb, you can feel yourself crying but at the same time nothing at all. Only the wet tears streaming down your face at an alarming rate.
“Hi Bakugou, it’s nice to see you again!” You hear your mother greet, “Y/N, Bakugou’s here for you!” And after a minute of no response from you she tells him, “You can go on up, I’m sure she’s probably just doing some last-minute touch-ups.” She chuckles. Katsuki heads up the stairs to your room and knocks on the closed door, only to get once again no response.
“Hey pretty, it’s me, you ready to go?” He says in a soft voice, not wanting wandering ears to hear his words. Yet again he is met with silence.
“Baby? Can I come in?” It’s only then do you croak out a small yes and he opens the door to your dark room. “Ya ready? I got us a reservation at this killer new place, can’t believe I even scored us a table!” He laughs out. However, when his rarely excited nature isn’t reciprocated, he really starts to worry.
“What’s wrong baby?” His voice filled with concern as he slowly makes his way to kneel in front of you to get a better look at your face. Once he sits fully, he notices the stream of tears that falls from your eyes rapidly.
“Hey hey hey, what’s goin on why’re ya crying?” He sounded almost scared, forcing his hands to move up to wipe away your tears.
“… I don’t like it.” It came out quieter than you had intended it to.
“What don’t you like, baby?” he asks, setting his hands on your thighs to rub comforting circles into your legs. But if he thought the scene couldn’t be any sadder, Bakugou’s heart slows at the sight of you pointing at the mirror towards yourself.
He sees the eye contact you make with your reflection, and how it spurs more tears from you. Not just a steady flow of them now, but gut-wrenching sobs that tore you apart.
“I-I hate g-getting up and seeing my-myself… a-and those g-g-irls are so-o much prettier t-than me. I-m so f-fat and no m-matter how m-m-uch I try to w-work it off, I’m s-still ugly. A-and I’m s-so hungry, Katsu,” You make a move to look at him in the eyes while he watches you try to work through your words, he doesn’t want to pressure you into speaking, but his heart has never been so broken looking into your saddened eyes.
“What do you mean you’re hungry, y/n? When’s the last time you ate.” That question brought a moment of silence. Too ashamed to answer him, you looked pleadingly into his eyes, silently begging him to not have to answer.
“Baby, c’mon tell me when the last time you ate was.” He grabbed your hand and moved to sit on the bed beside you to try and seem more comforting. But even with his heartbeat throbbing in his ears he still heard the pitiful sounding answer that came from you.
“I- I um, I woke up around midnight b-because my stomach f-f-felt so-o hungry a-and I ate a little s-s-omething then…” You sniffled out
“So- so you haven’t eaten in over 19 hours?” He asked dumbfounded.
“I don’t wanna feel like this anymore, Katsu,” The hurt in your voice could be heard by anyone, but it pains him seeing you feeling so miserable, and that he didn’t notice something sooner. Bakugou pulled you into his arms and held onto you tight as if he were going to lose you. “I just wanna be pretty, I wanna look like those other girls. Why can’t I be pretty?” Your voice choked once more as you sat perched on his lap, holding onto him for dear life.
“Baby listen to me, and I really want you to try to believe me when I say this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Most girls would kill to look like you,”
He takes your hand in his, “Look at your hands, they might be a little banged up, but that’s cause they help people, you save lives with these hands. And I love how they feel in mine when I hold them, how they’re so much smaller. And I love how your legs wrap around me when I give you piggyback rides home from school, and oh my god you have the most perfect ass, baby, it’s the best when we cuddle, gives me something to hold onto. I love your lips when they kiss down my neck and make me feel loved. And I love how you look at me with those beautiful e/c eyes of yours when you’re looking at me like you wanna marry me. You are so pretty y/n, and I mean that.” He makes his way kissing you softly before laying down on your bed.
You weren’t thinking about getting makeup on your pillow, or how you both were fully dressed up, only about him being there with you.
The first step to getting better is addressing the problem. But with Katsuki there with you, it might be a little easier than you thought.
A/N: i’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while because i used to have an issue with my relationship with food and how i look and i still sometime struggle with insecurities but it has gotten a lot better over time. I just wanted to write something that may be comforting to that feeling. Remember you are beautiful no matter how you look compared to someone else. Beauty standard change all the time and what my be considered pretty this year may not be the same next year, so don’t define your self worth based on societies norms on the beauty status quo <3
Logan from gilmore girls will FOREVER remind me of bakugou katsuki and i stand by that. UGHHH JUST EVERYTHNG HE DOES IS SO and the way he calls her ace…. i might just steal that because i truly think sir dynamight would. you have my word
Bakugou can usually control his more… mature…. emotions very well (he’s a nice boy :)). But here you are sitting on his lap, ankles locked at his back, giving him featherlight innocent kisses to his jaw and neck. And this man doesn’t know how to act. The actions your doing may seem insignificant and you wouldn’t expect it to get a rise out of him; However what you don’t realize is these aren’t just any ol kisses, theyre yours.
And while yes he normally has control over his body, right now he is a blushing mess just trying to make it by. Once you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck he finally takes a breath. Hearing the shaky sigh he emitted, you look up with concern. Bakugous eyes squeezed tight, and once he finally opens them, he looks anywhere but you. Did you do something wrong? God no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. You were doing everything righthe is just trying to behave smh. But of course you being the sweetheart you are, take it as him being uncomfortable.
“oh gosh i’m so sorry, suki… didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” you say in a small voice, searching his face for any signs of anger. Deciding that moving was best, you try to make your way to get up when his hands grab at your thighs to stop you. You give him your signature doe eyed head tilt in confusion, forcing him to explain himself.
“No, ya didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Honest. Just… give me a few minutes.” You notice the way his eyes wander down to where you sit hoping you would put two and two together.
He sees the lightbulb click in your head and now your the blushing mess.
no wc cause i wrote this straight into tumbler and i do not feel like copying and pasting it in word
also not edited so if grammar or spelling is shit i am sorry i will prolly fix it in study hall
He loves it when you get like this, all cuddly and cute like a little puppy dog. You usually wake up a bit late not being a morning person and all but today Katsuki thought it might be fun to make breakfast together. Dinners you’ve done, lunch you’ve done, but never breakfast. He will always have it finished by the time you wake up so you can feed your empty belly after a good nights sleep.
He walks around to your side of the bed, it being around 6 am at this point, and starts to gently card his finger through your hair.
“C’mon baby, gonna make breakfast together. How’s that sound?” He speaks softly.
Your eyes flutter open at the sound of him, looking completely disoriented as you cuddle deeper into your cozy sheets.
“Tired,” You speak with a soft pout and furrowed brows. God could you be any cuter, “no sun,” you continued, slurring your words.
“Well baby, he’s not up yet.” He jokes as you tighten your hugging hold on his pillow since he got up.
“Can you sit up for me, pretty?” You do as he says, slowly sitting up with blankets still draped around you. “Arms up.” he speaks one last time before he picks you up placing your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
You were absolutely weightless to him, he rested one hand securely across your back while the other remained free to hold onto the banister of the stairs. And if he thought you couldn’t get any more adorable he had another thing coming. Just as he was about to set you up on the kitchen counter, you snuggle your head into his chest and his heart melts completely. Bakugou decides that he can hold you for a little while longer while your still trying to wake up.
So there you are in the kitchen, him really doing most of the cooking and you there for moral support. You’re still seated on the counter, tired, but being there nevertheless means the world to him. You could have said you wanted to sleep in today and he would have listened. You could have said you weren’t hungry yet and made breakfast for himself. But you were sleepy and still got up to be with him.
As he works around making the food he never strays too far away you, giving you lingering touches, sometimes taking a break to let your form cuddle into his before he goes back to the cooking. Katsuki let’s you taste the food and give him feedback even if you still aren’t completely coherent yet.
Overall he loves times like these. The ones where you’re clingy and not in a way most guys would hate. But the times where you feel like you need to be touching him and if you aren’t you will pout and whine for him to come back. To which he always does because he feels the same as you.
Thinking about how you had told Bakugou that you weren’t super into giving head because you have had so many bad experiences. And he was completely fine with it because he loved you and that stupid little thing wouldn’t define how he felt about you
However you decided that one day you wanted to try it with him, he’s not the same as the rest, a different guy, more importantly a niceguy who treats you right. And from then on out any negative thought you had about going down on him was thrown out the window.
Every time you could you were on him, asking to suck him off at random times in the day just because you wanted to feel him in your mouth.
Like this morning when you had woken up to him giving you lazy cuddles in your cozy sheets. You could feel his morning wood pressing into your stomach (bc u guys like to cuddle hugging each other) and you decided to do something about it.
Bakugou wasn’t particularly horny it was just something that happened however when you told him to lie on his back and moved to sit on all fours in between his legs he was. He watched as you peeled his basketball shorts down a little bit then his gaze went a little higher to see the shirt of his you were wearing inching up your stomach from your ass in the air. The cute little polar bear panties with a bow on the front weren’t meant to be sexy but somehow they were.
Then you went to townby far the messiest head he ever dreamed of getting. I mean hey just because you didn’t like it doesn’t mean that you weren’t good at it right? Doing this to him had given you some pleasure too whereas all the other times it was a horrible experience, but Katsuki never pushed your head down or used you like a toy, he let you have free reign because you were good and he didn’t want anything to change.
When you had first told him you didn’t like giving head he would have never thought that he would be getting it so often without having to ask. You were like an angel from heaven but he was curious as to what changed.
“Nghhh f-fuck baby you’re so fucking good. T-thought you said you didn’t like this? O-oh my god k-keep doin that.” he barely got out due to his near whimpers.
You pulled your head off his dick but continued to stroke him with fast rough paces to keep the momentum going. “I changed my mind.” You said before quickly moving to put your mouth back on him.
That’s what made the dam burst. The fact that everyone else had made it so miserable for you that you hated it but with him, you couldn’t get enough. You’d never be able to get enough.
cw: dry humping, dom bkg, dirty talk, pet names, praiiiiiiseeee!!! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis: Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind
mdni
You were being such a good girl for him while he was away on a mission, always calling him the same time of night, taking care of your shared apartment, but most importantly, not touching yourself. His sweet honest girl that would cry to him on the phone whining about how she “can’t cum without him” was the real tell tale sign you were telling the truth. Because in all honesty he thought you were gonna break, a month is a long time to go without falling apart at the hands of your lover, or well any hands for that matter, but he knew you were good for him. So good. Which is why tonight, after all that waiting, he’s finally gonna take you like he’s dreamt about for so long.
He so badly just wanted to lunge across the table and rip off your beautiful expensive dress to fuck you right there, wandering eyes be damned. But he was a man of patience and he wanted to make you feel good, put your needs first instead of his for once… aka give you the best “I missed you” sex of your life. Bakugou was absolutely determined that by the end of the night you would be crying on his cock after cumming an absurd amount of times at his will.
“Suki are you okay? You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” You shyly speak, worry lacing your tone.
His eyes wrack up and down your body once more before he gives the ridiculously sexy smirk that you adore. Bakugou leans forward eyes clouded with lust to whisper in your ear, “Just thinking about you crying on my cock.” He kisses your neck innocently to make it seem like a family friendly conversation however you knew it was anything but.
A dark blush spreads to the tips of your ears and you turn your head away in embarrassment. “S-suki not here… you just got back.” Your tone has a little whine to it but he sees past the stubbornness straight into the pure desire you felt for him.
“So then lets leave. We both knew where it was gonna end up anyways so let’s just skip to the part we’ve both been dying for baby.” He grabs your hand to practically drag you out of the fancy establishment all the way to his nice car, you know the kind with a roaring engine that would make the average person say he was over compensated for something.
He ripped open the door for you, even making a point to buckle you himself so he could smother you with one last kiss before he drove you home. Bakugou races home probably breaking about thirty laws in the process but it was all worth it when he pulled into the driveway, relief finally settling in knowing what was to come.
He opens the door for you once more gently taking your hand to guide you inside. The two of you meet for a sloppy, desperate kiss. Tongues exploring one another’s mouths as his big hands paw at your ass. You keep moving backwards until your back runs into what you could only assume to be a wall and for the first time in forever he speaks.
“Jump baby, c’mon gotta feel you closer.” He near whimpers. Following his command you hop up into his strong hold, dress hiking up in the process. Now you can feel it, what you’ve been aching for for the past four weeks. Bakugou’s dick was positioned perfectly at your entrance, the only thing blocking it was his slacks and your panties but that could be fixed right?
You reach down to pathetically claw at his pants in an attempt to will them off magically. “S-suki please take- take them off. Needa feel you, want you in me now.” You beg and a low grumbly chuckle falls from his lips.
“Nah, I wanna take my time with you, gonna make my pretty girl feel so good yeah?” The first slow grind of his hips against yours makes you shudder at the pleasure. “Ah fuck yeah.” You sigh out just letting him take control of everything with little to no setback.
The deliberate, calculated ruts of his hips have your head lulling to the side the a dopey smile etched across your features. Bakugou kisses down your neck with opened mouth movements, tongue seemingly moving in tandem with his hips. The button of his pants catching perfectly on your clit with each passing movement making it all the more enjoyable. Suddenly you were caught off guard by him taking you over to the couch where he sets you back down on him, perched perfectly on his across his strong thighs straddling him. However during the transition all of the moving stopped, now resorting to wet kisses placed across his neck as his hands rest on your thighs.
The more time that passed the more impatient he became, trying to subtly nudge you to move again. Once again taking matters into his own hands, he roughly ruts his hips up into yours, jolting your body from the unexpected feeling. “Gotta move, sweetheart. G-go on, thaaaat’s it, fuck.” He curses as you begin to once more, grind yourself into him. Bakugou grips your thighs harder, one hand even moving to to rub your ass, guiding you into him more. He loves the way your head falls back in pleasure, the way your hips have a mind of their own continuously chasing the euphoric feeling of him. You move faster as he pulls you to move harder, making the noises that come from your mouth uncontrollable at this point.
“God fuck, you feel so good katsu, m-more please. I-I think i’m close su-ah suki.” He looks up into your eyes for the first time in a while seeing them glossed over, clouded with lust and more importantly love. The look of pure adoration that you could only feel for him. One of his hands softly guides itself up your body to grip your jaw to being your mouth back to his, kissing you with more raw emotion than he could have ever expressed with words. “You can cum, pretty. Go ahead sweets, you can do it, do it for your suki”
That was the final push to make your body convulse with pleasure, cumming in your underwear all over his nice slacks. He holds you against him as you catch your breath before speaking again
“Gonna show you how much I missed you.” You were in for a long night.
Bakugou loves his cuddly girl. He lives for the moments when he’s doing paperwork in the office and you trot in all sleepy like, climb in his lap and curl into him. You’re like his own little koala bear and he can’t get enough of it.
His most favorite thing however is cuddling at night when you’ve had an extra long day. Ughhh he adores when you do a bigggstretch and then roll back up in a little ball next to him. His poor baby just wants him to hold her and Bakugou will be DAMNED if you don’t get what you want.
You had just woken up from a good nights sleep with your lover holding you against him in his strong, stable arms, when you suddenly feel stiff and need to stretch. Your limbs span out into a star shape, one leg going over top of bakugous and the sudden movement wakes him up slightly.
He opens his eyes to see you retreating back into your cuddly little ball form against him when he speaks, “big stretch huh, baby? did ya sleep okay?” he inquires.
“Mm shlept sho good shuki” you slur against him, too comfortable to move so your words aren’t misshapen. He chuckles against you and once again wraps you up in his arms to hold you tight against him once more.
starting at a new school? or starting in the middle of the semester?
you had heard so many good things about UA, & — with a physical quirk like yours — you were easily accepted (although, it didn’t hurt that your parents had connections with one of the top hero agencies).
but besides the actual hero training you’d received, it wasn’t much different from a normal high school. kids had formed rigid friend groups, which never really changed unless a fight broke out.
so there you were, in the doorway of class 1-A. you noticed that the teacher had not yet arrived. which explained the complete anarchy that took place inbetween desks.
a group of boys were standing around laughing, while the girls tended to migrate to the other side of the room. the rest of the students were already in their seats.
you recognized a few from tv, while others’ faces blended together. kirishima stood out, with his red hair. as did denki, midoriya, & bakugou.
bakugou stood out for a different reason, though. it wasn’t his hair or his quirk. it was that he sat away from the disruptions. you had seen how wild & loud he was during the sports festival, which made you naturally think to stay away. but now he was reserved. a scowl stayed planted on his face.
walking past the group of girls chatting, you went to the opposite side of the classroom. because everyone was out of their seats, you didn’t know which were occupied. so you had to stand at the front, like you were in first grade, waiting to get introduced.
and unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. a tall, tired man (who you remembered to be the famous eraserhead) entered the room. when he did, the students naturally filed into place & quieted down.
“class, before we get started today, we have a new student: y/n y/l/n.” he turned to you. “you can sit in front of katsuki bakugou. there’s an open desk.”
as you took your seat, you noticed that all of the students’ eyes had widened. later, you would find out that bakugou sat in the front for a reason, & that he despised having you in front of him.
besides a few other hiccups, your first week went well. more & more of your classmates talked to you, & soon, you had more friends than you had in previous schools. because of this, you were in the middle of the two main groups of the class.
urakara & midoryia were the first to strike up a conversation with you. they had been encouraging & friendly. however, kirishima & mina also took to your liking. they teased & included you in inside jokes & pranks. both parties saved you from a lonesome lunch.
so now your time was split. one day you’d hang out with midoryia’s group. the next was spent laughing with bakugou’s.
even though you were now a part of his group, it didn’t mean that he was your friend. it actually seemed like he hated you. it was nonstop yelling & cursing. you even started to think that you did something wrong.
kirishima assured you that’s how bakugou makes friends, but this was too harsh to just be teasing.
but then you overheard a conversation you were supposed to never hear.
“why’s katsuki so quiet?” you noticed denki’s voice as you walked past the common room. it was getting late, so you were on your way to your dorm to get some well-deserved sleep.
“i think it’s his family again. y’know how they are. & now that midterm grades are coming up, he’s more stressed,” kirishima said. neither of them noticed you, so you creeped behind the wall. “i feel so bad. he’s such a great student & guy… there’s just so much pressure on him.”
“yeah, he’s always gotta be number one.”
“did he ever tell you why he’s always so cranky?” kiri’s voice lowered. you knew that you should keep walking, but you just couldn’t stop listening.
“no,” denki replied. you thought you heard him get up from the couch, making you flinch. but he was wrestling with a pillow.
“well, he’s always been praised for his quirk. so he never got to work on himself, like his personality. so he thinks everyone likes him for this amazing quirk. & don’t get me wrong, it is an amazing quirk. but he’s disappointed when he makes one little mistake… it took me months for him to finally open up to me, so don’t let on that i told you this.”
“got it, boss,” the yellow-haired man laughed & the conversation died down. only now did you walk away.
so that’s why bakugou hated when you appeared in class? because you sat in front of him? one little thing like that can set him off?
a bubble of guilt rose in your chest. you screamed in your head how bakugou was “the worst” & that he should “go away & not bother anyone”.
his own parents & friends did this? made him a mess of pride & shame? was all he wanted just a friend who liked him for him?
from that night on, you vowed that you wouldn’t leave katsuki bakugou alone. even if he tried to kill you.
you started to greet him in the mornings, which always resulted in a groan. you also offered to spar against him, even though he kicked your ass every time.
“why do you keep trying?! you lost already! go fail against someone else!” he’d say after almost every match.
you also made it a point to stay in the kitchen after dinner. you noticed a month into your stay that bakugou ate dinner almost an hour after everyone else. 7:30 sharp. & so you forced your stomach to wait.
“what are you doing here?” bakugou asked as he sauntered into the kitchen. “didn’t you already eat?”
“no, i was too busy studying,” you lied. how else was bakugou going to let you stay?
“what? you’re trying to tell me to study more?! worry about your own damn self. i’m going to get top marks!” bakugou smirked as he swung open the fridge.
“no, i just didn’t have time earlier. so i’m trying to catch up before dinner. i guess i lost track of time.”
“you’re not gonna cook?”
you watched as bakugou set a few ingredients on the counter. he rummaged through the kitchen grabbing pots & forks & plates.
“i don’t really know how to make a whole lot,” you shrugged. “i was just gonna have cereal or a bar or something.”
you walked to the refrigerator. as you were about to open it, bakugou’s arm blocked you.
“excuse me, i’m hungry.”
“you can’t eat that bullshit for dinner. are you crazy?” you eyed him, waiting for the solution to your hunger. “just have what i’m having, baka.”
what? did bakugou — katsuki bakugou — just offer to make you dinner? this was the last thing you expected.
“sit down.”
you watched how easily he tossed & mixed the food. you even noticed how gentle he was while he cooked. his face had softened, and… was he humming?
“what song is that?” you asked.
“i dunno what you’re talking about.”
after a few minutes, bakugou set down two plates on the counter. they were full of delicious looking food. it made your mouth water. the chef stayed opposite of you. and you two began to eat. the dinner was silent, but it was overwhelmingly amazing.
“bakugou?”
his fork stopped halfway on the way up to his mouth.
“can’t you see i’m eating?” he took the bite & continued to ignore you.
“can i ask you something?”
“you just did.”
you huffed. but you weren’t going to give up. you were going to fight through this conversation. you were going to be this man’s friend.
“would you mind helping me study?”
another lie.
you already had a plan set out for your exams. you were actually ahead of your schedule. you just wanted to take some of that stress kiri had mentioned away.
“why would i do that?” bakugou looked at you for the first time since you started eating. maybe it was the lighting but you could’ve sworn his ears turned red.
“c’mon, please~” you gave your best puppy dog eyes. “you already know i’m not going to place above you.”
& that was true. before you even step foot in UA, you heard how smart bakugou was. he wasn’t just brawn. & you were smart, but it was just that he worked double, maybe even triple.
“ugh. fine.” he rolled his eyes & went to place his dishes in the sink. “but no more favors. i’m not sharing my food anymore.”
༅ you both were screaming at the top of your lungs & then bakugou said something he didn’t mean
༅ it made you stop dead in your tracks
༅ you bawled & locked him out of your bedroom
༅ of course, you two made up (bakugou picked out a rom-com & all you’d favorite snacks later that night)
༅ so after that, bakugou has never raised his voice at you (not that loud, anyways) like that
༅ he realized how impactful his voice & words are
༅ so whenever he’s mad, he doesn’t speak but just leans on you or rips your hand away from whatever you’re doing to hold it
༅ because he’s superclingy
༅ but if you bring it up, he’ll kill you
༅ also, if you bring up the fact that he’s a hopeless romantic, he will murder you
༅ so those little big secrets are kept between the two of you
༅ if you’re upset for whatever reason, bakugou will pick out a romantic movie (he’s got an entire collection), make the living room super cozy with lights & pillows, & he will get you/make you your favorite snacks
༅ because he’s read so many romance mangas, his head is chalked full of ideas (so he can practically stop you from being mad at him at any point)
༅ bakugou — through your relationship — is not afraid to tell you he loves you anymore
༅ he’s better with any other love language, but he’s getting there
༅ so he’ll yell “I LOVE YOU” through a locked door or down a hallway if you two are fighting
༅ this boy will not give up
༅ sure, he might need a few minutes to calm down a bit, but he’s never letting you go
he lifts his hand slightly, taking pressure off of your knuckles. but you hold yours in place.
“feel… your heartbeat?”
you look up at bakugou. he’s avoiding your stare, but you can see the slightest look of fear in his eyes. his lip — which is pulled into a frown — quivers.
“i- i feel your heartbeat… & it- it’s very fast.”
suddenly, bakugou grabs your wrist. in reaction, your hand lifts off his chest. the warmth slowly fades; your palm gets colder.
“took you long enough to figure it out. i gave an absurd amount of hints.”
