Genre: enemies to lovers, romance, eventual smut, dark themes, angst.
Synopsis: As a headstrong detective- forced to transfer to another Precinct after pushing your team, and superiors too far- your new unit is less than pleased by your presence. In fact, they are down right hostile, resulting in more time butting heads than doing your job: taking down the organized crime 'gangs' of your city. Once you finally get your foot in the door, into their circle, you realize you bit off more than you can chew- or maybe it was the perfect place for you.
Completed word count(excluding spinoff chap): 97,875
Big shoutout to my beta readers that are currently the soul motivation for this fic and remind me to edit: @flurrys-creativity @candypop1611 and @daemour
if i were a beta in the omegaverse i'd be so mad watching my coworkers get paid heat/rut leave while i get nothing. it's like when your fuckass coworker gets to take a cigarette break mid-shift and come back smelling bad but instead they get to go home and fuck nasty for a week because they made the choice not to take suppressants meanwhile i have to stay in the office running spreadsheets with debra whose scent patches don't do anything to hide the smell of mothballs or the alpha from marketing she's cheating on her husband with
Summary:Â When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
Word count: 3.3K
The next few days, you barely saw Hongjoong. He told you that there was a lot of work that needed his attention so he would be out for most of the day. You didn't interfere, busying yourself with matters of the shop. You were grateful you still saw him at dinners.
But he seems tired, physically, mentally and emotionally. When you spoke to him, it felt like he wasn't really there. You understood, work could be busy.
"You called?" You poked your head into his office. Hongjoong, whose head was in his hands, sat up and smiled tiredly at you.
"Hi, my love." He greeted.
Just seeing you, he felt all the stress and fatigue just melt away. He beckoned you over until you stood before him, between his legs. Hongjoong's arms wrapped around your waist.
"Bad day?" You asked, patted his head as he leaned his head against your abdomen.
"Not anymore, now that you're here." He murmured.
"You've been busy, working hard. You should take a break." You told him.
"I would love to but I want to finish all this before our trip. So that I can give my 110% to you. I'm sorry I've been so absent, we only see each other at dinner. I hate that." He squeezed your waist.
"Don't worry, Joong. We can always move the trip..." You said. Hongjoong was quiet and let out a soft sigh.
"I really don't want to. It's my first time taking you overseas, where it'll just be the 2 of us..." He confessed.
"I know but it can't be helped. We can go anytime." You chuckled. Hongjoong let go of you, a soft smile on his face as he stood up. His hand came up to cup your cheek before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Meeting his eyes, you knew that there was just so much in his eyes.
"You can tell me anything. Don't shoulder all the burden yourself." You whispered, squeezing his hand. In whatever way you could, you wanted to help him. He stroked your head.
"Let's sit down." He nodded over to the couch. You pulled him with you, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Could I ask you for a favour? It might be a big ask, it'll be hard on both of us." He asked. You didn't know what to say, all you could do was nod.
"One of the reasons why I haven't been home... Is that I've been trying to clear my mother's house..." He revealed. You just stared at him. Mrs Kim was still a touchy topic between the two of you.
"What do you need from me then?" You asked in a soft voice.
"Would you like to help me go through the rest of her stuff? Because I have not been productive." He asked.
"I-I shouldn't. I-I have no right to do that. You're her s-son. I'm nobody." You shook your head.
"Don't say that. You weren't nobody to my mother... To be honest, I wanted to just throw everything away but I knew it wouldn't be fair to you. You probably knew her better than I did." He shrugged.
"B-But..."
"You don't have to do it, I know it can hard. But I thought that I should ask you rather than assume and decide for you." He said. Hongjoong watched the way your eyes shifted, you were stuck in a dilemma, fighting against your own emotions. But he didn't rush you.
"I'll do it. Thank you for letting me do this. Do you want to be there or..." You cleared your throat.
"I think it's be best for you to do it alone. I'll have the boys ferry you there and back, help you with carrying things..." He said and you nodded your head.
"But if you want me there, I will be there in a heartbeat." He added.
"I'll manage. Don't worry." You shook your head. Hongjoong hummed and you hugged him, your head pressed against his chest.
"Can I ask, why are you suddenly clearing her house? Are you going to sell it?" You asked.
"No, the property is mine so you can take however long you need to go through it. I just... Don't want it left like that. Who knows, we may eventually need that apartment." He replied.
To be honest, Hongjoong just wanted to get rid of anything that remotely reminds him of his mother but he knew he couldn't tell you that.
"I understand." You hummed.
"LOVEBIRDS! DINNER!" Wooyoung's loud voice and incessant knocking broke the silence between the two of you. Hongjoong shook his head with a sigh while you giggled.
"I swear, Jung Wooyoung will forever be the noisiest person in this house." He clicked his tongue and stood up. Even if Hongjoong grumbles about the others, you knew that he wasn't actually annoyed. He wouldn't have them any other way, they were his family that he built and treasured dearly.
"Let's go." He held your hand and headed down to the dining room with you. The others were all seated already.
"Are you really not going to switch to sit next to me?" Hongjoong asked with a sigh when you were going to let go of his hand to sit at your regular seat.
"There's no need. We're still in the same room, at the same table." You told him.
"True." Seonghwa replied, sipping his wine. He was more than happy to move to let you sit but you always told him not to.
"Shut up, Hwa." Hongjoong groaned but let you go.
"(y/n)!" Mingi and San stood up, suddenly engulfing you in big bear hugs. You blinked in confusion as you were squished between them but laughed at their affection.
"Hyung..." Yeosang spoke cautiously when he saw Hongjoong's eye twitch and jaw clench.
"Alright, alright. Settle down." Seonghwa said. Mingi and San broke apart, letting you go. You went to take your seat.
"How was your day?" You chatted with Jongho about what he was up to today. And in the same manner, you shared with him about how your plants were doing.
"Oh! I wanted to tell you, Mingi. The hydrangeas have all changed colour, according to the soils we adjusted." You said. The other day, you invited Mingi to help you with adjusting the pH of the soils for the hydrangeas, he was super excited to make them pink.
"Really?!" Mingi beamed with excitement.
"Yeah, especially the ones that you did. They're a really pretty pink." You said as the butler put the tray of food in front of you.
"Okay, you have to show me later." Mingi said and you nodded, digging into your food.
"You can change the colour of flowers with the soils?" San asked, covering his mouth as he chewed. You hummed and explained to him about the pH of soil, like you explained to Mingi before.
"Hyung, are you coming to the ring tonight?" Wooyoung asked Hongjoong.
"Not tonight. I wanna spend time with my girl." Hongjoong said, smiling over at you, who was laughing at something Yunho said.
"I told her..." Hongjoong said to Seonghwa in a lower voice. Seonghwa nodded with a hum, sipping his wine as he waited for Hongjoong to explain more.
"I told her that she's free to do whatever she wants. I won't interfere unless she wants me to. It's better that way." Hongjoong spoke.
"That's good. I think it'll be better. I will escort her to and from the place when I can." Seonghwa hummed.
"Thanks, Hwa." Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.
After dinner, despite it being dark, Mingi and San dragged you out to the garden, with Yeosang curiously following along. With flashlights in hand, you showed them the hydrangeas that you and Mingi planted. Hongjoong watched from the door to the backyard, a small scowl on his face as he watched you.
"San ah! We have to go for the match! Let's go already!" Wooyoung yelled from beside Hongjoong, making him wince and slap the younger male on the shoulder.
"Okay, that's it. You too, love." Hongjoong said, coming over and holding your hand to take you away from Mingi.
"Why are you jealous?" You giggled, letting him drag you.
"It's late and I didn't stay home just to watch you in the garden with Mingi." He said as he continued to pull you along. Mingi stood there in the dark, alone, scratching his head in confusion.
"Why are you just standing there? Wanna game, Mingi ah?" Yunho called out. At that, Mingi quickly ran over.
"It feels like forever since I've had some alone time with you." Hongjoong said, backing you against the closed bedroom door.
"We've both been busy." You said, reaching up to cup his cheek. Hongjoong immediately leaned into your touch like a cat, turning his head slightly to kiss your palm.
"You sure you will be okay?" He suddenly asked.
"Mmm, don't worry. If it's too much, I'll stop." You promised, knowing hat he was referring to.
"Alright. Seonghwa said he'll take you when he can. He can be more level headed about this, more than me at least." He shot you a lopsided grin. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands moved to your waist.
"We'll be okay." He pressed his forehead against yours, but you could see the worry and uncertainty swimming in his eyes. All you could do was comfort him.
"Of course, we will be." You nodded.
When you woke up, Hongjoong was still sound asleep beside you. You smiled softly, looking at the small pout on his face.
"I'll see you later." You leaned down to give him a kiss before moving to get out of bed. But Hongjoong's hand suddenly shot out to grasp your wrist, making you gasp.
"You can't just give me a peck and leave." His voice was raspy, laced with sleep.
"You should sleep more if you can." You told him, fingers coming to brush his fringe slightly.
"I won't sleep without you here." He said, eyes still closed.
"Well, I have to get up. There are some orders pick ups this morning before I have to go to the house." You told him and looked at your phone to check the time.
With this arrangement of clearing Hongjoong's mother's house, you decided to put out a notice that the shop will temporarily only be opened for half a day and customers can pick up their orders in the morning.
"Okay, okay. One more kiss. Then I'll let you go." Hongjoong negotiated. You jokingly let out an exasperated sigh and leaned over to give him another kiss. But you should have known, Hongjoong's hands came up to cup your face, holding you there so he could prolong the kiss with you. You slapped his shoulder when you ran out for air.
"Cheater." You stuck your tongue out at him.
"You love it." Hongjoong winked. You rolled your eyes and went to the bathroom to get ready.
"Ah!" You yelped when you opened the bathroom door and Hongjoong was right there, leaning against the door frame. He had a smirk on his face and his hair was a mess.
"I wonder if all the men who fear you know this is you at home." You chuckled, reaching out to tame his bedhead.
"Only you know me like this." He said, patting your head with a soft smile.
"I am going to be late, I should try to get some breakfast on the go. I'll see you later." You reached up to kiss his cheek and grabbed your things before running downstairs.
"Here. Hongjoong hyung texted me 20 minutes ago to make your breakfast on the go." Wooyoung said, giving you a wrapped sandwich.
"You made this?" You asked, holding the warm sandwich.
"Of course. I think I'm one of the only ones here that can make something edible in the kitchen. Have a good day at work." Wooyoung said, patting your hip and going to the dining room.
"Have a nice day!" He shouted out.
"Good morning! Sorry I'm late!" You apologised to the driver, who was waiting for you with a smile on his face. He bowed to you while you bowed back apologetically before sliding into the backseat. You unwrapped your sandwich to eat.
It was tasty and warm. As you chewed, you looked at the sandwich. A part of you was still getting used to living with other people. You were always alone, you did everything yourself for yourself.
"(y/n) sshi, I was informed that Mr Park will be escorting you to go to Mr Kim's late mother's house?" The driver asked.
"Yeah, Hongjoong said Seonghwa would come if he has the time to..." You hummed.
"Understood. I will be on standby if he is called away." He replied.
"I can take a bus or a cab." You giggled. He chuckled but shook his head, you knew all of them had strict instructions from Hongjoong and they wouldn't defy him.
"Have a nice day, (y/n) sshi." The driver bowed after opening the door for you. You bowed your head back.
"(y/n)!" Your friends ran over, having seen you emerge from the car. You hugged them tightly.
"You've been missing!" Nana slapped your arm as you unlocked your shop door to enter, the two of them trailing behind you. You turned the lights on and placed your bag in the back room.
"I've been here, just focusing more on pick ups and online orders." You giggled.
"You've been closing early though! Is Hongjoong keeping you busy?" Eve asked with a teasing smile. You rolled your eyes playfully, to be honest, you have also been doing flower arrangements for private events, which was another reason why you weren't really there at the shop front most of the times.
"I've been helping him with his... business." You lied to them, rubbing the back of your neck. You took your apron off the hook and tied it around your waist.
"Ah, that's nice. You should be spending more time with him." Eve shrugged, sitting at the work bench.
"Have you spoken to the boys?" Nana asked. At that, you stiffened slightly, remembering your interactions with Jihoon at the tracks.
"Kind of... Hyunwoo still drops by when he needs some peace and quiet despite owning the gym and having his own private office." You said, trying to avoid the topic of Jihoon.
"What about Jihoon? We haven't heard from him much..."
"I'm not sure..." You said, clearing your throat and turning to your fridge. You missed the concerned looks that Eve and Nana shot each other.
"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did something happen with Jihoon?" Eve approached the topic gently. You let out a soft sigh, contemplating telling them what happened.
"To be honest, I'm not sure what happened either." Was all you could say, a dejected look on your face.
"What do you mean?" Nana blinked. You told them what happened in Jihoon's shop and at the tracks, as you wrapped your bouquets.
"You guys look like you have something to tell me... Did Jihoon tell you anything or did you notice something happen? I just want to know if I did anything wrong." You asked with a worried frown, noticing the same look that they had on their faces.
"You didn't do anything wrong, (y/n)." Eve assured you.
"It's more... Jihoon's issue... I don't know, everything that we think is an assumption, he didn't speak to us. It would be better to talk to him and ask." Nana said.
"He doesn't even want to talk to me." You groaned, putting your finished bouquets in the fridge.
"Just give him some time. I'm sure it's nothing bad." Eve comforted. You knew they were hiding something but didn't want to push it.
Seeing you get busy, your friends bid you goodbye and went back to their shops, with Eve leaving you some bread to snack on. You prepared orders and replied to work messages.
"Thank you. Have a nice day." You smiled and bowed as the customer held the bouquet, leaving the shop.
"Alright, what's next?" There was only one pick up left. While waiting for the customer, you went to check on your herbalist shelf.
"Eucalyptus, peppermint, rosemary, lavender and... tea tree." You checked your book and gathered the things that you needed from your ingredients area.
"Hi. I'm here to pick up my order?" Someone came in. You abandoned your side project and went to greet the customer.
"Actually on second thought, could I add a card?" She requested. You let her choose from your box of blank cards before handing her a pen. Of course, you gave her privacy and looked at your computer while she wrote her message down. Once she was done, you attached the note to a small plastic holder.
"Here you go." You smiled and handed the bouquet over for her to hold. She looked at the bouquet and tilted her head before turning to you with a conflicted look on her face.
"Should I remove the card?" She asked. Now, it was your turn for you to be confused.
"I'm meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time... These are for his mother." She explained, slightly awkward.
"I would go without then. I didn't see what you wrote but I believe that you should save the messages and well wishes for face to face conversations." You encouraged her with a small smile.
"You're right." She giggled. You reached over to remove the card and plastic holder.
"Here, just in case." You winked, handing her the card that she wrote.
"Don't worry and just be yourself, I'm sure you'll do great. All the best." You said as you walked her out, pumping an encouraging fist. She sent you a nervous smile.
"Thank you." She bowed her head and went on her way. You went back into the shop and closed for the day.
"Let's finish this up." You went back to finishing what you were doing earlier.
"(y/n)? Are you here? It's Seonghwa!" You heard Seonghwa's voice from the back door. You called out to him and he walked in, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. If someone saw Seonghwa walk in like that, they would think that he owns the building.
"What are you doing?" He leaned in to take a whiff of what you were working on, watching you pop the discs out of the moulds.
"Wooyoung said that his sinuses have been acting up in the morning and it bothers him quite a bit. So I made him shower melts to use, they should clear his sinuses and ease his discomfort." You explained.
"Could I have some to try too?" He smiled.
"Of course. You just put them on the shower ground and run warm water over it." You chuckled.
"Sounds easy enough." He said, sitting down. Since you didn't want him to wait for too long, you packed the shower melts and started to clear up to leave.
"What are you feeling?" Seonghwa asked as he watched you clear all the flower scraps and trimmings into the bin.
"I... I don't know what to expect. It's a big ask... Not that I can't do it but I wasn't expecting it." You confessed.
"Hongjoong trusts you." Was all he could say.
"But he's Mrs Kim's actual son. I... I shouldn't have a say as to what he does with her things." You said softly with a sigh. Seonghwa let out a hum, he knew what you meant and understood your feelings.
"If you really feel that way, speak to him. I'm sure he will understand too. But I think you should go at least once and see the things, just in case you see something that may be important to you to keep... Hongjoong may just get a clean up crew and ask them to throw everything there." Seonghwa advised.
ê° synopsis ê± â¶ itâs been a rough night. your heart is still recovering from being broken, you need an uber home, your phone is dead, and everyone else has already left the class a yearly reunion. wellâeveryone except bakugou. he gives you not just a ride home, but a solution to your lonely predicament
ââ ⶠword count: 12.0k words ; give it a chance plssss
ââ ⶠbefore you read: female reader ; pro hero bakugou + pro hero reader ; reader was in class a ; reader has a quirk (she's stretchy - think like elastigirl from the incredibles LOL) ; reader gets her heart broken by an unnamed random guy + has insecurities ; bakugou is silently pining (and quite good at hiding it tbh) ; friends (sort of) to lovers ; cunnilingus ; p in v ; creampie ; morning after ; confessions (sort of. its bakugou ok) ; getting together ; the class a girls are gossips ; masterlist.
ê° commentary ê± â¶ hi my name is riv and i am going thru mental breakdown after mental breakdown about my life but it wont stop me from writing about letting bkg hit
Class A is trauma-bonded for lifeâitâs this invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable thing.
Sure, years pass. Adulthood kicks in. Lives become busier, more hectic, more demanding. Time is a funny thingânine years ago, you were sitting in a classroom with these people, learning how to be a hero. Nine years later, youâre sitting in a rented-out bar, sharing a drink with them as they trade hero stories like itâs part of the average day.
Then again, you suppose it is the average day for pros. Wake up, go to work, save people, crack cases, go on patrol, and go to sleep. Repeat.
Adulthood is a bummer. Everything is so different nowâyou donât gossip with Toru every day or giggle with Mina in passing periods. You donât tease Ochako about her rapidly growing crush or share headphones with Kyoka during lunch. You donât study with Yaomomo or sit in Tsuâs room and have deep discussions about philosophy. Class 1B isnât there to rival you and your peers. Mister Aizawa isnât popping around at the oddest moments in that ridiculous sleeping bag.
And then adulthood is nice. Some things never changeâBakugou is yelling about something in the distance like a maniac, while Midoriya rubs his neck sheepishly. Todoroki says something with that deadpan face of his, and that only seems to set the blonde off even more. You canât help but huff, rolling your eyes fondly.
Class A is trauma-bonded, and fuck if itâs not one hell of a bondâadulthood claiming your lives and free time or not. Youâll find the time to get together like this at least once a yearâwith someone as good at planning as Yaomomo and someone as persistent and vocal as Iida, everyone makes it to the Class A routine meet-up.
If only you werenât so fucking devastated at this meet-up, you could have appreciated it properly. But you are, and thereâs nothing to do about it now but suck it upâand hey, thereâs always next year, right?
Thatâs what you tell yourself as you robotically hug each girl goodbye. Thatâs what you tell yourself as you watch your former classmatesâturned occasional colleaguesâfile out of the bar and head off in different directions, dispersing along all the paths life has dragged them down separately.
You stand there for a good second after everyone leavesâyouâre the only one left, youâre sure. Alone. As always, you think with a self-deprecating scoff, youâre alone. Even when youâre surrounded by a room full of people, youâre alone.
You should just get an Uber home. Itâs late, you have morning patrol, and itâs getting really fucking cold, the night breeze biting at your skin. But you stand there anyway, stiff and unresponsive, because you are, despite trying to shove it all aside for one night, devastated. And so fucking alone.
âThe hell are you still standing out here for?â comes a gruff voice from behind you.
You joltâand thatâs how out of it you are, because who the hell sneaks up on you so easily? Youâve honed your fighting abilities and reflexes better than that. Youâve made sure your skills are good enough that you arenât crept on so easily. So why didnât you hear Bakugou coming up behind you? You have no clue.
âBakugou,â you mumble, âwhy are you still here?â
âHah?â He looks at you, mildly irritated. âI asked you first, Stretchy. Answer me before you ask me stupid questions.â
Stretchy. Even after all these years, Bakugou calls everyone by those obnoxious nicknames he comes up with instead of their actual names. Youâve noticed a long time ago that he always goes one of two routes when picking his stupid little names: by physical appearance or by quirk. It just so happens he chose to use the latter for youâever since the day your body stretches out like elastic in front of him for the first time, youâve been Stretchy. Have been nothing else. Will probably never be anything else.Â
If you werenât so emotionally downcast, you mightâve rolled your eyes and snapped back: my name is not Stretchy! But you donât have it in you. So you just mutter, âIâm getting an Uber.â
âSo get it, then,â he grumbles. âThe hell are you waiting for? Itâs the middle of the fucking night.â
You donât point out that itâsâŠkind of sweet, in a blunt, Bakugou sort of way, that heâs concerned about your safety. Or that itâs pointless to be, considering youâre a pro hero tooâone who patrols in the middle of the night on a regular basis. But anyone whoâs shared years with him, classroom and battlefield alike, knows better than to argue with him over meaningless things if they value their eardrums.
âYeah, whatever,â you mumble, pulling out your phone to call the damn Uber. You shouldâve just driven yourself, but youâd been too exhaustedâand, frankly, too sadâto deal with the thirty-minute drive. Itâs not like you canât afford to waste the money, anyway.
You tap your screen once. Then twice. Nothing.
Huh.
You press and hold the power button. Still nothing. Youâve got to be fucking kidding, you think.
As if your week couldnât have gotten any worse.
First, you get ghosted by your almost-but-not-quite boyfriend, who was never really your boyfriend, but thatâs not the important part. The important part is that he almost, just almost, was by anyoneâs standards. Then, after he gets you fucking attached, you find out he ghosted you for some other girl with way nicer fucking tits and longer legs than yours (no, you did not stalk that girlâs socials, thank you very much. You just happened to stumble onto it and accidentallyâŠtapped the tagged user. Thatâs all). Then, you miss out on enjoying the one night you look forward to every year because you canât pull yourself out of this stupid, heavy funk. And now, finally, your phone is dead. Completely dead. No Uber, no ride home, no immediate access to the ice cream in your freezer to have a good, necessary cry.
And Kaminari has already left, so he canât charge it with his quirk. Great. Fantastic, even.
âYouâve gotta be fuckinâ kidding me.â Bakugouâs voice cuts through your spiral as he glares at you. âWere you here to be social or be on your damn phone all night? Howâs that thing already dead, huh?â
âI wasnât on my phone,â you shoot back, a little more petulant than intended. âI justâŠforgot to charge it before I got here.â
He stares at you with what can only be pure, hard judgment. âYou people are so poorly prepared for everything, it never fails to piss me off.â
Well. If your week couldnât get any worse, you now have to have Bakugou Katsuki, of all people, call you an Uber and get you home, which means you have to tell him your address. Which means you will, inevitably, lie awake all night wondering if heâs going to look up your apartment and judge it. Not that you think your place is bad, or that Bakugou is even the type to care about that kind of thingâbut your brain is not exactly known for being reasonable once it gets going.
At the same time that you say, âIâll pay you back if you call me an Uber,â he exhales sharply and snaps, âWell, fucking follow me, then.â
You pause.
âWhat?â you blink.
Heâs already started walking off, and your question only seems to irritate him further. âExactly what the fuck I said. Follow me.â
You doâonly because you have to, if you want to ask him again to get you the damn Uber. âBakugou, Iâll pay you before the Uber even gets here, okay? You donât have to worry about your moneyââ
You hear the sharp beep of a car unlocking, and then a sleek, obnoxiously fancy Porsche lights up from the inside. Bakugou yanks the passenger door open and jerks his chin toward it, already glaring.
âGet in. And donât talk like I canât afford a fucking UberâIâm not so desperate for money that I need you coughing it up that fast, you damn loser.â
âYouâŠwhat?â You just blink at him, stupidly.
Bakugou looks like heâs just about one minor inconvenience away from exploding. He tips his head back with a long, aggravated groan. âGod damn it, StretchyâIâve got shit to do in the morning, okay? Get. In. Did you hear me that time? For fuckâs sake, your hearing canât be that bad.â
ââŠWhy?â you ask, somehow even more stupidly.
You canât help itâthis doesnât feel like a Bakugou thing to do. And it definitely doesnât feel like a Bakugou thing to be doing for you of all people.
âCan you just fucking get in the car so I can drive you home and call it a night?â he grits out.
His eye is twitching now, just slightly, and you decide you would actually like to make it home tonight, so you decide not to push your luck. You walk over and get into the car without another word. Itâs best not to piss him off to the point where he changes his mind on helping you altogether. That would be rough.
The door slams shut behind you almost immediately after youâre in, and Bakugou is in the driverâs seat just as fast. âPut your seatbelt on,â he mutters, reaching for his own.
He says this as youâre in the process of reaching for it, and you sometimes forget just how unnecessarily annoying Bakugou can be. And bossy. Very, very bossy.
âI am,â you mutter back, rolling your eyes.
âHere,â he only grunts in response, handing you a charger, and you wordlessly take it, plugging in your phone.
âThanks,â you say quietly. âGood thing you were still there, huh?â You give him a sheepish look.
His only form of reply comes as a flat look. You wither under it.
âWhat were you still doing there while everyone was gone anyway?â You mumble.
âTaking a phone call,â he mutters. And then, because heâs apparently still as petty as he used to be back in the day, he glances at yours and adds, âBecause I keep mine charged.â
You all but pout at his pointed statement, huffing as you start to defend yourself. âOkay, well, I never make this mistake usually. I justââ
You cut yourself off when your phone lights up from charging and turning on, catching your attention at the same time it does Bakugouâs. Wellâthat was pretty fast, at least. You almost wonder if the five percent heâs managed to get you to will be enough to last you on an Uber ride home. That would be better than a long thirty minutes sitting next to the agitated lump of blonde hair next to you, right?
You canât entertain the idea for even a second longer than you had it, though. Because Bakugou is already muttering under his breath, âFinally,â before looking at you and saying, ânow send me your address so I can type it in.â
âYou know, if you were this pressed for time I couldâve just typed the address into your GPS myself,â you say dryly.
âGreat idea,â he says just as dryly, ânext time, maybe Iâll try that when you talk less. Now gimme the address, idiot.â
Well. You give up on your idea of the Uber and you do. And you watch as he slots his phone into the holder on the dash, your message lighting up the screenâStretchy. Thatâs your contact name.
Of course it is. (But then again, itâs a miracle Bakugou even saved your contact at allâyouâd always assumed he had the class group chat muted.) You fight the urge to roll your eyes again and just slump back into your seat instead, resigning yourself to your fate for the night as he taps on your message and pulls up your address in his GPS.
The engine hums to life, low and smooth, and the car pulls out onto the road. You sink a little deeper into your seat, letting your head fall back for a second before, against your better judgment, your eyes drift over.
Bakugou drives like he does everything else: so absurdly impressively, itâs actually ridiculous. Itâs just driving, and yet he makes it look like itâs something only he can do so wellâone hand on the wheel while the other rests on the gear shift, relaxed. His posture is easy, shoulders set, gaze sharp on the road ahead. And itâs just one of those attractive things men do for no reason.
ItâsâŠannoying. How natural he looks. How good he looks.
The streetlights flicker over him in passing streaks, catching the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow in his brows, the way his eyes narrow just a bit when he switches lanes. Bakugou looks so annoyingly good, and youâre helpless to notice it.
Because thatâs just the thingâyouâve always noticed it.
Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought he was attractive back in high school. You definitely did. It was hard not to. He was bulky and muscular and tall with a good faceâhe even wore baggy pants and a tight-fitted shirt for his hero costume. He did all the right things (without meaning to, of course) to be attractive to the average girl.
But his attitude? WellâŠthatâs another matter.
That had killed the attraction before it could ever be anything more than a passing thought. A surface-level thing. Something youâd notice and immediately shove aside because Bakugou Katsuki was not someone you entertained a crush on unless you were actively trying to make your own life harder. And you definitely didnât need that, so you never put much thought into it.
And yet, now, years later, watching him drive like this, youâre painfully aware that itâsâŠstill there. That lingering attraction that you undeniably have for him. Persistently so.
You tear your gaze away before you can get caught staring. What the hell is wrong with you? Itâs just Bakugou. Youâve known him for over a decade, and youâve never been affected by him like this, and you wonât start now. Your broken heart and devastating loneliness are getting to you. Thatâs all.
The silence stretchesânot uncomfortable, exactly, and youâre sure Bakugou would prefer it this way, if anything. But still, you feel like itâs too stiff for you to handle, so you do what youâre best at. Awkwardly making small talk to fill in the awkward silence, even if itâll annoy him.
(If anything, you hope it will.)
You clear your throat. âSo.â
He doesnât look at you. âSo?â
ââŠBusy lately?â you try, immediately regretting it. God, that was lame.
He huffs quietly through his nose. âYeah. Work doesnât exactly stop for heroes.â
âRight,â you nod, even though he isnât looking. âSame.â
Another beat of silence. You glance at him again, just for a second, and immediately regret it when you notice the way his hand shifts slightly on the wheel, forearm flexing.
Holy fuck.
âYour new agencyâsâŠuh. Doing well?â you ask, grasping at anything that sounds remotely normal. Remotely interesting. Bakugou would love talking about himselfâright?
âTch. Obviously,â he mutters. âWeâre not half-assing shit over there.â
âYeah, I figured,â you say quickly. âIâve heard good things.â
He shoots you a brief sideways glance, like he hardly believes it. âFrom who?â
âPeople,â you shrug, already cringing. âAround.â
âHn,â he grunts. He looks back at the road. âWell, theyâre right. Iâm gonna be the best agency soon, tooâyouâd do well to remember that.â
You press your lips together, trying not to smile. God, heâs insufferable. You hum, letting your head rest back. âKaminari said youâve been working yourself to death without some sidekicks.â
âDunno why youâre listening to that idiot,â Bakugou scoffs. He looks a little sulky at the mention of having no sidekicksâlike itâs a sore topic. (Youâre not surprised in the slightest when Kaminari tells you that no sidekick stays for long after getting a taste of Bakugouâs abrasiveness.) âDunce-face talks too much.â
âHe said you donât take breaks.â
âI donât need breaks.â
You snort softly. âYeah, okay.â
That earns you another glance, longer this time, but the sulkiness is gone, and thereâs something almost amused sitting underneath it. Barely there, but itâs there. âWorry about yourself,â he says, turning back to the road. âYouâre the one who looks like shit tonight.â
You blink, then scoff. âWow. Thanks.â
âYou know what I mean,â he mutters.
Yeah. You do. Youâre sure you looked miserable and stiff as a board all night. No way the girls didnât notice, but they know you well enough to know youâll come to them on your own timeâand you will. When the time is right, youâre sure youâll vent away about men and their shittiness and their lack of communication and commitment when youâre feeling up to it.
For now, though, youâll just sit here and be driven home by Bakugou Katsuki, who seems to know something is up, yet does not comment on it as he does a surprisingly nice thing for you. And for some unknown reason, that makes something in your chest feel just a little less heavy.
The rest of the car ride goes rather smoothly, and you pull up to your apartment in what feels like a surprisingly fast amount of time. TimeâŠdoesnât seem to drag on with Bakugou, even when itâs silent. Of course, heâd actually entertained your small talk when you tried here and there, but you find that thereâs almostâŠcomfort in Bakugouâs silence.
He parks in front of the building. And then, he surprises you as he says bluntly, âYou've been actinâ weird all night. Whatâs with you?â
You stiffen, jaw tightening. âNothing, I donât know what youâreââ
âThatâs bullshit. Iâm not fucking stupid,â he cuts in, flat.
âWell, whyâs it your business?â you snap, sharper than you mean to.
Bakugou shrugs, like it really doesnât matter either way. âItâs not. But I drove thirty minutes in the opposite direction for your dumbass, so Iâm curious why.â
You huff, looking away toward your apartment building, arms crossing tighter over yourself. âItâs nothing. JustâŠa shitty week.â
âTch.â He leans back slightly, still watching you. âShitty how?â
âJust stuff,â you mutter. âItâs not a big deal.â
He clicks his tongue, clearly not buying it. âLiar.â
You shoot him a look. âExcuse me?â
If thereâs one thing that Bakugou is that people tend not to give him credit for, itâs that heâs perceptive. Observant. They make the mistake of thinking that he always rushes right in, charges head-on without an ounce of a plan or a single thought in his brain other than brute forcing his way out of everything. But thatâs farther from the truth than anyone would assume. Bakugou is so smart, it just adds to the list of reasons why heâs infuriating.
Heâs smart, and he notices things, and he always has a pretty fucking good idea of what heâs talking about.
So when he says, âYouâve been off all night. Quietâand not your usual type of quiet,â you look at him funny. You never assumed heâd have a good idea of what heâs talking about when it pertains to you.
âWow. Since when do you know me so well?â
âI know all of you freaksâhave to if Iâm gonna beat you all and be number one,â he shoots back immediately. Then, after a moment, âYou still seeinâ that guy Dunce-face was talking about?â
You still. Just for a second. How didâŠhow did he know thatâs what was wrong? (And why is Kaminari airing your business out like that? From now on, youâre going to stick to the girls, and thatâs itâKaminari has lost his gossip privileges.) And of course, Bakugou catches the way you stiffen almost immediately, so he catches on that he was right. âHah. Knew it,â he mutters. âSparky says the guyâs lame as shit.â
âItâs notââ you start, then exhale sharply. âItâs nothing.â
âThat means youâre not seeinâ him anymore, I take it,â he says. âSo was he a jerk?â
You groan, dropping your head back against the seat. âCan you not?â
âNo,â he says, without hesitation. âYouâre sitting here acting like shit over some guy?â
âIâm not acting like shit,â you snap, even though you know you are. âAnd heâs not just some guy, either.â
âYou are acting like shit,â he says flatly. âWhat, you love him or something?â
âNo,â you sputter, âwe didnât even know each other like that for it to be love.â
âSo then whatâs the big deal?â
You look away again, jaw tight. âI donât know! Itâs likeâŠitâs justâŠâ You trail off and sigh. âItâs stupid.â
âYeah,â Bakugou shrugs. âProbably.â
Your head snaps back toward him in disbelief. (At least now you know there is at least one thing heâs not good atâhe canât comfort people for shit.) âWow. Thanks, asshole.â
âBut youâre clearly stuck on it,â he continues, unfazed. âSo itâs not stupid to you. Are you gonna be fine, or are you gonna go up there and spiral all night?â
âStill donât see how itâs your business,â you grumble.
Itâs only silent for a moment before Bakugou grabs his keys and turns the ignition off on his (very fancy) car. His door opens and closes, and before you can even get an idea of whatâs happening, he pulls your door open and gestures for you to get out.
âLetâs go,â he says.
âW-what?â you stutter.
âI said, letâs go,â he rolls his eyes, âWeâre goinâ up to your place, and youâre gonna give me a bottle of water and somethinâ to snack on. Least you can do for making me drive all this way.â
Itâs his way of keeping you company for a bit longer. This much, you know.
Bakugou is a complicated guy. Heâs mean and rude and crass and loads of other unpleasant things that people could use to describe him in order to convey that heâsâŠnot easy to get along with. Not even a little.Â
But heâs a good person at heart. Itâs undeniable. People are always safe around Bakugou, even if it costs him his life (though really, it hardly ever does because heâs just that good), and even if it takes every ounce of his blood, sweat, and tears. He does it because itâs in his nature to do soâingrained in him since the day his quirk was manifested. Heâs the best at winning against bad things, and it helps peopleâimperfectly, sure, and not always in a very heartfelt manner, but as sincerely as it comes.
If he decides to come up and spend time with you for a bit to keep your mind off of your broken heart, itâs not because he pities you or feels this self-righteous sense of justice. He never does what he doesnât want to do. So he wants to do thisâand itâs because in his own, weirdly unexpected way, he cares.Â
Perhaps itâs not entirely unexpected, though, you supposeâafter all, Class A is trauma-bonded for life. All of you.Â
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When you let him into your apartment, he takes a quick glance around. Lingers over the small trinkets and items you keep as decor, and then marches his way over to the kitchen as he mumbles, âWhat sorta snacks you got?â
You pull out one of the bags of red, hot, spicy chips from the convenience store that you keep stashed awayâthey canât be good for you, but you figure you only live onceâand hand them to him. He perks up minimally.Â
Bakugou likes spicy things. Itâs one of the first things you ever learned about him, actually about him as a person and not just him pertaining to the nature of the hero course, and for some reason, itâs a detail you seem to remember.Â
He grabs the bag and slinks off to your couch while you grab your long-awaited ice cream and slump onto the opposite end of it right after, which isnât too far, considering your couch is not that large. His feet are thrown over your coffee table, and you donât care enough to bother with scolding him about how ill-mannered it is.Â
âSo,â he grunts, popping a chip into his mouth. âWhy the pity party? He dump you or somethinâ?â
âWe werenât together,â you mutter, digging your spoon roughly into your frozen treat. Youâre long past the point of wondering if itâs a wise idea to tell Bakugou all your woesâheâs already here, so you figure, why the hell not? âI donât think it qualifies as a dump.â
âAh,â he huffs, chewing as he seems to get whatever clarity he was searching for. âSo he ran off before things got official, and now youâre sulkinâ.â
âIâm not sulking,â you click your teethâall of which is said through a rather sulky tone, so he only snorts and raises an eyebrow at you. You just respond by glumly taking a spoonful of your ice cream as you add, âAnd itâs not even like I fell for him that hard, okay? Itâs justâŠthe principle of thingsâhe shouldnât have strung me along like that, and he couldâve just told me instead of disappointing me when things seemed to be going great. And, he definitely never implied that he was seeing other people, so itâs particularly low of him to do all that just so he could see another girl who is clearly so opposite of me, so Iâm not even sure I was his type, rather than an easy situationship. Except I didnât give him what he wanted easily, so I bet thatâs why he lost interest so suddenly when he realized he wasnât going to get what heââ
âHoly fuck,â Bakugou groans, âyou sound like the damn nerd with all that mumbling. Okay, so some guy wanted to get in your pants, you didnât let him, and he got bored. Big dealâjust means you picked a fucking loser. So donât do that next time.â
He says it like itâs so simple. Itâs never that simple. Men are so naive.Â
âThanks for the stellar advice,â you say sarcastically, shooting him a flat look.
He only smirks, shrugging as he hums, âYeah, donât mention it. Donât get used to it thoughâIâm not a fuckinâ therapist who solves your shit for you.â
âIâll try not to depend on you too much,â you roll your eyes. You take another spoonful of your ice cream and sigh tiredly as you slump back against your cushions, and he sighs heavily and throws his head back exasperatedly.Â
âLook, I know Iâm not always the mostâŠfuck, I donât know the wordââ
He shoots you a withering glare, and you huff as you trail off. âAnyway,â he fixes you with a pointed look, âeven though I donât get all bent up outta shape over nonsense like this, Iâd get it if you were head over heels for this bastard. But it sounds like you didnât even like the loser that much, so Iâm failing to understand why it matters that bad.â
âBecause,â you sigh in exasperation, âI justâŠI donât knowâŠI wanted someone to choose me and like what they see, okay? No one ever cares to even bother getting to know me, and Iâm starting to wonder if thereâs a reason why.â
âYou just havenât set your sights on the right guy yet,â he shrugs, âbig fuckinâ deal. Youâll stop being dumb and choose a good one eventuallyâIâm willing to believe youâre capable of at least that much.â
âThey really ought to give you your therapy license,â you say dryly, your face as unimpressed as your tone. âI bet people would pay good money to hear this.â
âIâll consider it if my agency is a bust,â he snorts, shooting you a sly smirk as he leans back into the couch, one arm slung over the backrest. âSeriously though,â he adds after a second, side-eyeing you, âyouâre makinâ this deeper than it is. Some shallow guy beinâ shallow is a stupid reason to get all in your head about shit or whatever.â
You press your lips together, staring down into your melting ice cream. âWell, thatâs easy for you to say,â you mutter.
âHah?â he grunts.
It is easy for someone like Bakugou. Someone whoâs always good at everything and knows it. Has enough confidence for two people and then some. Youâre certain that if Bakugou actually let women come near him long enough to entertain the idea of a romantic relationship with him, theyâd be at his feet the way they are for Todoroki. Women have a thing for men they feel like they can change, can make soften up just for them. Heâd be a magnet for the fix-it type of girls if he were actually interested someday, and it only frustrates you further when he talks like your problems are so simple.Â
âThis is how itâs always been for meâeven back in high school, it was the same thing.â
Bakugouâs brows knit slightly. âThe hell are you talkinâ about?â
You stare intently into your pint of ice cream, stabbing the spoon in and out. âLikeâŠwith guys. Itâs always been like this.â
âThatâs bullshit.â
You blink at him. âWhat?â
âI was there, in case you forgot,â he says, as if that alone settles the matter. âDonât rewrite shit. You got asked out once by that extra.â
You frown. âThatâs notâokay, first of all, that was just so he could try and show off his support gadgets to the agency I did my work study with. It doesnât count. And second, thatâs not my point.â
âThen what is?â he shoots back.
You hesitate, then sigh, dragging your spoon through your ice cream again. âLikeâŠI donât know!â You gesture with your hand vaguely, âIâm never memorableâŠor the sort of person that stands out enough for people to be interested, you know? Even Mineta made a list once when we were in schoolâdid you know that? Ranking all the girls. And I was last. Like, dead last for whose tits heâd want to see in order. And I know itâs stupidâitâs Mineta. But some part of me wondered why I was last, andâŠI just figured maybe when I got older, got more confident, and figured myself out, then itâd be different. But itâs not. Itâs just the same thing againâand now Iâm starting to wonder if thereâs a reason why I was last on that list.â
Silence settles heavily between you. Bakugou stares at you incredulously, like youâve just said something thatâs genuinely incomprehensible. âYouâre fuckinâ kidding me, right?â He scoffs.
You donât meet his eyes as you bring your legs up to your chest and hug your arms tightly around your knees. âWhat?â You frown, sulky and self-conscious.
âYouâre tellinâ me youâre still hung up a decade later over that small fry not wantinâ ta take a peek at your tits? Why the fuck would you even want him to see them?â
âI donât want him to see them,â you defend, huffing. âBut likeâŠfuck, câmon! If the perveiest, creepiest guy you know doesnât get excited at the thought of seeing you naked, who in their right mind will?â
He looks at you in pure distaste. âI knew you were an idiot, but I thought you werenât this much of a fucking idiot, Stretchy. Sitting here wanting people to see you naked. Fuckinâ absurd.â
âDonât be purposely dense,â you snap. You donât know why it matters so much that Bakugou understands where youâre coming from, but it does. Itâs important that he understands. âIâm notâŠI justâŠall my life, Iâve never been the one people want. Thereâs always someone better. Hotter, or smarter, or funnier. Nobody wants meânot even for the wrong reasons. How can I expect anyone to want me for the right ones?â
Bakugou is silent. For a moment, you think he finally understands. Think heâll finally have an odd moment where heâs compassionate and gentle and you see eye to eye and have a heart-to-heart about your lifelong insecurities and your raging sense of inferiority when it comes to anything outside of your job. (Because at least you can give yourself that muchâyouâre good at your job.)
But then he says, âYouâre so dumb, it physically hurts to watch you sometimes.â
And you bury your face into your knees and just sigh. Why did you have any hope for anything else? Why did you expect Bakugou Katsuki of all people to have empathy for your lack of confidence? The walking epitome of confidence is sitting on your couch, and you had the gall to think heâd even try to understand you.
But then he takes you by surprise.
âYou see the shit people say on the internet about you, donât you? You got fans. They think youâre hot.â
You blink as you lift your head back up. âWell, sure, butââ
Bakugou cuts you off. He looks at you like youâre dumb as he speaks, and you almost wonder if you are with the way he holds so much conviction in that gaze of his. Like he believes wholeheartedly youâre a stupid fucking idiot with stupid fucking thoughts.
âBut fucking what? That means youâre clearly not the ugliest girl on the planet. Youâre sociable enough that you got plenty of friends, too, and you have talents. Youâre half decent enough at hero stuff. Youâre tellinâ me you think no one wants you? You have to be pretty air-headed to think no oneâs gonna desire you or whatever.â
All things aside regarding theâŠwell, delivery of his statement, itâs a pretty nice statement. Something about the idea that Bakugou believes someone could definitely want you makes your chest feel rather light. Itâs kind and comforting in an odd way, despite the rough and borderline mean way of saying it. Thatâs Bakugou for you, though, you suppose. Always doing good in the least seemingly good way possible.
âYouâre being weirdly thoughtful,â you fix him with a look as you stir your ice cream around. You fight back a small smile.Â
He huffs, throwing another chip in his mouth before he mumbles, âIâm always thoughtful, you loser. Iâm fuckinâ awesome, youâre just blind as shit.â
âYeah, yeah,â you smile.
âJust eat your ice cream before it turns into soup,â he grumbles.
You take his advice for once, scooping up another bite just to give your hands something to do. The cold bites at your tongue as you think on his words. You have to be pretty air-headed to think no oneâs gonna desire you or whatever. Are you? Are you air-headed to think that? No one has given you a reason to think they do want youâbut he seems to say it like he knows itâs true. Like he knows someone wants you exactly in the way you want to be wanted. It eats away at you in your head. Does he know who? Is it someone from your old class? A friend of his? Kirishima, or Sero, or hellâŠeven Todoroki? (You rule out Kaminari rather quicklyâyou almost pity the guy for how long heâs pined after Jirou.)
You glance at him from the corner of your eye. Heâs already looking at you. You freeze for half a second, catching him eyeing you down, and he doesnât even bother pretending otherwise. Just watches you, eyes narrowed slightly like heâs trying to figure something out, trying to search for something that he can only find in you.
âWhat?â you mutter, a little defensive.
âTch.â He looks away first, shoving another chip into his mouth. âNothinâ.â
You donât buy that for a second. âYouâre staring.â
âI wasnât.â
âYou literally were.â
âEat your damn ice cream,â he snaps back, but thereâs no real heat in it.
âWhyâre you being all weird all of a sudden?â you mutter.
He scoffs. âYouâre the one whoâs weird. Donât start projecting.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
You roll your eyes as you go back and forth with him, but thereâs a small smile tugging at your lips again, uninvited and almost second nature somehow. It lingers longer than you expect. Who knew it could be so easy to smile in Bakugouâs company? You wonder if the you from high school would be shocked to see this nowâhell, you think the you of last week would be shocked to see this, too.Â
You look back at him, and heâs still staringâsofter this time, less like heâs searching for whatever it is he was searching for a moment ago, and more like heâs staring just to stare.
âWhat?â you ask again, furrowing your brows.
He doesnât answer right away. Just looks at youâlooks at you hard and good andâŠand so full of certainty and conviction like earlier. Certainty for what, you wonder. You have no idea, but it almost feels like something is shifting in your relationship with Bakugouâor perhaps, something that was always there that you never knew of is revealing itself. It makes your stomach twist.
What relationship do you even have with him? Outside of being semi-friendly? You shared a class with him for three years and fought through a dark, heavy disaster side by side. Itâs unfair to say you donât know him that wellâhe was your friend. That much, you think, is fair to say. Perhaps not your closest friend, nor a lifelong one. But a friend all the same.Â
So what is it? Why does it feel like thereâs something thatâs making itself noticeable now, all these years later? What is it exactly? Your head spins as you try to figure it all out, all while he just keeps on fucking staring.
âNothing,â he mutters finally, but it sounds distracted. It sounds like his mind is elsewhere, and his body is here.Â
âYouâre still staring,â you whisper.
His jaw tightens slightly. âStop sayinâ that,â he mutters.
âThen stop staring.â
âI was making eye contact, you fucking idiot.â
âI think you were staring.â
âNo, the fuck I wasnât.â
âYouâre looking right at me as you say that.â
â'Cause itâs called fucking eye contactâare you dumb or something?â
You stare at him. He stares right back. And then, because youâre you, you break it firstâhuffing out a quiet laugh and shaking your head. âI see. Are you just now realizing Iâm super gorgeous or something?â
âTch. Werenât you just going on about how no one seems wowed by you?â
You glare at him. âLow blow. And I said thatâs how it seems to be for some reasonâI never said I agreed with it. Personally, I think Iâm rather delightful, and people should notice it more.â
âYeah, real charmer,â he mutters.
You bump your knee lightly against his without thinking. âShut up.â
Itâs small. A casual touch, if anything. You didnât think much of itâin fact, it almost came to you naturally. But sitting on your couch and spilling your heart out and sharing snacks with Bakugou feels so oddly familiar, though, that perhaps your judgment is a little clouded.Â
He stills at the small touch. Your smile fades a little when you realize itâwhen you realize he didnât just brush it off like itâs casual. His gaze drops again, slower this time, to where your knee is pressed against his. And then back up. Did you cross a boundary? Did he find that weird? Is he uncomfortable? Was that a more intimate gesture than you thought it was?Â
Youâre sitting there spiralling in your head as you just watch him, waiting for him to say something. Anything.Â
He doesnât. Instead, he leans forward slightlyâjust enough that the space between you closes so that only a few bare inches remain. Your breath hitches.
âBakugouââ
âYouâve always been pretty dumb,â he mutters, voice low.
You blink. âWhat?â
âExactly what I said,â he closes his eyes and sighs, like heâs tired and conflicted andâŠand something else. Something else you just canât decipher, no matter how much you try. âI donât get how you donât fucking see it.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He doesnât answer. But he does open his eyesâdeep and sharp vermillion eyes that are looking at you, and he seems to have made a decision that heâs almost a little hesitant with. Like heâs reluctant to fully go through with it, but still. Heâs determined. That much you can tellâyou know what a determined Bakugou looks like, and this is it. This is it if you know it, and you know that you know it.Â
And then he leans in.
He leans right in, pressing his lips to your and kisses you softly. Itâs so softâsofter than any touch youâve ever felt. So careful and considerate, as if youâre a fragile petal thatâs on the verge of falling off the stamen, and heâs taking every ounce of willpower to keep you tethered to where you are. Keep you from falling away. Keep you there and whole and pieced together so that even the most delicate of touches doesnât ruin you.Â
You almost wonder if he thinks he wouldâruin you, that is. You wonder if all that careful consideration is because Bakugou believes youâre a fragile petal that could blow away, and heâs nothing but a harsh, cold wind that would blow you off your balance and carry on like itâs just his nature to do so.Â
And then he pulls back just as fast as it happened to look at you, brows furrowed slightly like heâs bracing for you to shove him off or yell at him.
Your brain is still catching up. He just kissed you. Bakugou Katsuki just kissed you. You stare at him, wide-eyed, and for once, he actually looks uncertain. Nervous, evenâalmost disappointed. And it does something weird to your chest.
âFuck, I shouldnât have done thââ
âYou just kissedââÂ
You both speak at the same time. You pause, he does too, and then his jaw tightens. âYeah. IâŠthat was stupid. SorryâIâŠfuck, I donât know what I was thinkââ
You donât know why you do it, but you lean forward and kiss him again. It just happens before you can process itâsome invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable force that makes you just do it. Â
And instantly, without even questioning it, his hand comes up, quick and certain, as it grips lightly at your jaw to steady you so he can kiss you properly.Â
Itâs slower this time. More deliberate. Less like heâs being careful and more like heâs trying to savor it now that he knows that he can. His lips press into yours as if they fit like puzzle pieces, and his tongue slides past your parted mouth to press against your own. Your breath catches, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt without you meaning to.
Itâs weird, but itâs notâkissing Bakugou. Heâs the last person you ever expected to kiss tonight, maybe even ever, but fuck does it feel like itâs the rightest thing youâll ever do.Â
âHow the fuck do you think no one wants you?â he grumbles between kisses, like heâs personally insulted by the idea. Itâs starting to occur to you that perhaps he is just a little insulted by the idea. âYouâre soâŠso fuckinâ dense.â
âNo one has ever made it clear,â you snap, bringing your hands around his neck and tugging on his hair as he kisses you deeper.
He hisses, but it only eggs him on to kiss you harder, more fervently. âYou want it clear? Then here the fuck you go.â
He kisses along your jaw. Down your neck. Across your collarbone. When your shirt slips off, you donât even have the clarity to stop and think about what it is youâre doingâit just feels that natural and right to let him do it. He takes in the sight of your tits in your bra, grabbing a handful of them with large, warm hands as he scoffs.
âThese the tits that small fry didnât wanna see? Iâm fuckinâ gladâIâd be pissed as hell if he got to see these.âÂ
He pulls off your bra. Rips it right off your back and makes you gasp as you feel the claps fly clean off somewhere in the distance.Â
âHeyââ
âOh, shut up,â he huffs, âitâs a fuckinâ bra. Iâll buy you some more if youâre that pressed over replacing one.â
Before you can even scold him for tearing your undergarments and being so nonchalant about it, his mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue over the nub as it hardens under his touch. You gasp, arching into his touch, whining when one of his hands moves to cup your other breast and use his fingers on the neglected nipple.Â
âOh myâfuck,â you breathe, your heart rate getting faster as your breaths come out more labored.Â
Bakugou grins against your tit, still sucking and lickingâand when you feel the faintest pressure of teeth around your nipple while his fingers pinch around the other, you let out a sound that youâd be mortified about if your mind wasnât so stuck in the clouds, hazy and unclear.
He kisses down the valley of your breasts when he finally pulls awayâright down your belly and right above the waistband thatâs sitting against your skin before he looks up at you for permission. âThis okay?â he grunts.Â
You nod quickly as you breathe heavily.Â
He gives you an unimpressed look as he raises a brow. âUse your words,â he says firmly, âI know you canâcanât you?â
âYes,â you whine, âyes, this is okay. J-justâŠget on with it.â
That satisfies him enough, it seems, because heâs pulling all the cloth that separates your core from him down, revealing your dripping cunt as he lets you kick off the cloth that pools at your ankles.Â
âLook at you,â he coos, grinning smugly at the sight of your arousal smeared along your folds and your skin. He leans closer to get a better look, and you whine in shame. âFuck,â he grunts, parting your legs with strong hands along your inner thighs as you try to close them from embarrassment. âQuit that,â he hisses. For whatever reason, you obey. âFuck, you are so wet.â
âBakugou,â you whine again, horrified, âwhat is wrong with you?â
He gives you a deeply bothered look. âKatsuki,â he snaps.
âWhat?â You furrow your brows. Why is he introducing himself to you as if youâve never met him beforeâdoes this man forget that he and you not only shared a class for three fucking years straight, but you fought a war side by side? Of course, you know his first name is Katsukiâ
âFor fuckâs sake, Stretchy,â he says in pure exasperation, âyouâre so dense, you make rocks seem weightless. Say Katsuki, not Bakugouâsâweird to hear that during sex. Thatâs my fuckinâ motherâs name, too, yâknow.â
âThank you for that mental image,â you fix him with a glare, âand Iâm not denser than a rockââ
He licks a stripe along your pussy to shut you up, and fuck does it work. BakugouâorâŠwell, Katsuki, you correct in your headâis so good at everything he does, itâs almost infuriating. But you arenât a liar, and you would be lying if you said you werenât grateful for him being so good at eating you out. Itâs like his life depends on it, the way he laps away at your folds, pressing his tongue into your cunt and pulling back away to roll over your clit. Itâs soâŠso fucking good.
It feels good. Feels right. Somehow, it feels like this is natural and like heâs supposed to be there between your thighs. Youâd expected yourself to be a bit more self-conscious about him seeing you like this, doing things to you like this, for a bit longer. But youâre not.
Instead, youâre throwing your head back into the couch as you moan, âKatsukiâmmhhh.â
âYeah?â he grins, so smug and handsome at the same time. Just unfair. âYou like that, huh?â
âB-be quiet,â you huff, whimpering when a finger sinks past your folds and stretches you open, âyou always talked too much.â
âAnd you always talked too little,â he counters, âtell me how good you feel and say my name like that again while you do it,â comes his blunt demand.
And he earns what he asks for, of course, because a second finger follows that first, and it makes you whine out his name in response like itâs an inevitable chain of events. Heâs pumping his digits into your wet cunt and pressing into your sweet spot like itâs that simple. His mouth closes around your clit, and he sucks, his tongue working some sort of unearthly magic along the bundle of nerves as you practically sob in pleasure.
Good, good, goodâeverything that Katsuki does is so good. Heâs so good at everything, it blows your mind. Literally. You can hardly think as he fucks his fingers into you and builds that familiar pressure up in your lower belly. Theyâre longer and thicker than your ownâand all those years of explosives at his fingertips have really roughened up the skin. Theyâre calloused and scarred. And they feel amazing when they glide along your walls. The friction is so different when itâs his fingers and not yoursâthey hit angles and stretch places you never hoped to do so yourself.
Like he can read your mind, he asks, âFeels nice?â with a low voice.
You can barely think, let alone form a proper response. Everything feels too sharp, too overwhelmingâyour breath catching, your body reacting before your brain can keep up. You roll your hips into his fingers as they thrust into you, grinding down onto his mouth so his tongue can lap away at your clit.
âYeahââ you manage, voice uneven, âsoâŠso good, Katsukiââ
âI know, baby,â he murmurs. Babyâhe just called you baby. And itâsâŠsweet. He says it oddly sweet and oddly gentle as he kisses your clit and smiles into your thigh when the kisses trail along the insides of them. His fingers are still pressing into that soft, sensitive spot in the back of your walls, still applying pressure exactly where you see white every time, and all the while, he seems to be so unexpectedly happy to be doing it.
You stare down at him, watching him between your legs, and when vermillion eyes intensely stare right back, piercing and calculating and yet soâŠso soft, you canât look anymore. Just close your eyes and let it happen as your body starts to creep towards that familiar sensation of euphoria.
âKatsuki,â you whine, voice cracking.
âJusâ let it happen, sweetheart,â he hums, âgonna cum for me?â
âYeah,â you whine some more, âyeahâfuck. Mâgonna cum.â
âThen do it, baby.â
You do. Katsuki is there to work you through it. Your walls spasm as you fallâno, plummetâoff the edge, and he doesnât hold back for an instant. His fingers are fucking into your tightness, the squelching sound of them gliding against your wet folds invading your very good hearing. His tongue is rolling back and forth against your swollen clitâso unforgiving and ruthless in his pace.
You can feel your back arch off the cushions of your couch, your hips working on their own accord as they move and grind down into his touch. Katsuki devours it allâlaps away at your juices and groans at the taste of you. Groans right into your pussy and leaves you shuddering at the vibrations his gruff voice leaves against where youâre most sensitive.
âSo fuckinâ tight,â he mutters, âdriving me crazy here, yâknowâsucking my fingers right in, I donât even have to do much myself.â
When youâre done chasing your high, chest heaving as you catch your breath and slump back against your couch, his mouth doesnât stop. He just stays there, pressing his lips where he can along your thighs, kissing and sucking into your skin, leaving blossoming marks in his wake while you try to gather some coherence in your mind.
âFuck,â you say breathlessly. âIâŠjustâŠyeah. Fuck.â
He snorts. âYouâre too easily impressed,â he mutters.
âYeah, well,â you glare, not meeting his gaze, âitâs not like Iâve ever doneâŠthisââ you vaguely gesture at him between your legs, ââto have a proper assessment of your skills.â
He looks at you. Bewildered. âWaitâyouâve never been fucked?â
âIâm not a virgin!â you sputter quickly, ânotâŠnot that thereâs no reason why I canât be a virginâbut Iâm not, okay? Iâve been fucked.â
âSo what is it then?â he raises a brow.
âIâve never had someone doâŠthis,â you gesture again.
âEat you out?â
âWhy do you have to go and say it like that?â you whine, covering your face with your handsâyouâre sure said face is bright red and flushed.
Heâs always been so vulgar. Even when you were kids. At least then, he was just vulgar with his language and not the connotations, but right now, heâs being vulgar about everything. And itâs seriously fucking with you right nowâin more ways than one, evidently.
Katsuki only snorts, looking at you in mild amusement. âIf you canât say it, you got no business doing it. And you gotta have better standards, tooâthe fuck do you mean you never been eaten out before?â
âMen are not so giving,â you glare at him, âtheyâre in it for themselves. Youâd know that if you werenât a man.â
âWell, I am a man,â he shoots back, âand as a man, I know Iâm pretty fucking giving. Cause I got standards and shit for my performance, and you should fuck people who have standards. And while youâre at it, you should get some god damn standards yourself, too.â
âI think you should take off your clothes instead of sitting there and lecturing me,â you huff.Â
To your mild surprise, he stands up and pulls you into his arms, lifting you up easilyâseriously, what is he built from?âbefore mumbling, âWhere the fuck is your room?â
You mumble out, âHall to your leftâsâthe door on the right at the end.â
In what feels like record time, heâs there, tossing you onto the mattress softly enough that you donât feel the recoil of impact harshly, but hard enough that you do a little bounce. He chuckles as you glare, easily lifting the black t-shirt heâs wearing over his head. It reveals his bare torso andâŠshit.
Itâs not as though youâve never seen Katsuki shirtless. Of course, you have. Youâve trained with him and battled alongside him, and more than once has he been shirtless, or even had his shirt burned clean off. Itâs nothing new to you that heâs muscular and well-built and so fucking broadâbut fuck. Heâs really bulked up since you last saw him shirtless. The biceps you can see from his short-sleeved shirt were already proof of that, but seeing him now without it, seeing his pecs and the clear indents of every ab while the broadness of his body is on full display, is just something else, entirely.Â
And youâre staring. Because how could you not? Of course, youâre staring. Youâre only human, no matter how superhuman this society isâyou canât help it that youâre simply in awe as you look at him.Â
And he seems to notice it instantly, because he gives you a teasing grin as he murmurs, âLikinâ what youâre looking at, huh? Makes sense.â
âWould you be quiet?â you huff. You sit up as he unbuckles his belt, watching as he strips himself of his pants and boxers in one go, easily revealing his erection as if there are no second thoughts.Â
It must be nice being so easily sure of yourself, you think. Everything about Katsukiâs life seems like it must be so nice. Good quirk. Good intuition. Good looks and an equally good body. Good everythingâhe must never overthink things. He must never overthink if the person in front of him likes what he has to offer and if itâs good enough to like for longer than one short instance. Of course, itâs goodâitâs him.Â
It must be nice being Bakugou Katsuki, born to be so confident and so great at everything.Â
At least thatâs what you think until he mutters, âQuit starinâ, you freak,â with a huff. His ears are pink at the tips, and he doesnât meet your eyes, andâŠitâs weirdly adorable that heâs shy.Â
You smile, endeared as you reach over, grabbing his hand, pulling him down to hover over you in bed, his arms caging you while his nose bumps against yours. You can see his eyes better from here. Closer than youâve ever seen them. His lashes are darker than the rest of his hairâalmost a light brown that flutter so beautifully when he blinks.Â
You hum, kissing his mouth with a soft peck, there one second and gone the next. He frowns, almost pouts, at how quickly itâs over.Â
âDonât get all shy on me now, Blasty,â you murmur.
âIâm never shy, Stretchy,â he shoots back.Â
Your hand moves between your bodies, hesitantly reaching for his hard, swollen length. Thereâs a blonde patch of hair between his thighs that is neatly trimmed, and heâs got a small birthmark at his hip bone. As for his cockâitâsâŠwell, itâs big. Thicker than it is long, but no less impressive. You figured it would be. Of course, just like everything else heâs got, heâs blessed to be impressive.Â
You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking slowly as he shudders and lets out a soft, breathy groan. Your hand barely wraps around the girth of it, fingers just shy of meeting, and you look down to watch your fist slide up and down the length of him. Heâs slick with pre cum that dribbles from his tip, twitching a little when you squeeze at the base experimentally as you stroke him.Â
âSâthat even gonna fit?â you gape at the sheer size of him, and thatâs all it takes for that minimal shred of shyness to leave him. He has the nerve to look at you smuglyâso wholly amused.Â
âCourse it is,â he snorts, smirking slyly. âGot you all nice and prepped, didnât I? Bâsidesâisnât beinâ stretched out and all kinda your thing?â
You give him a dirty look. Your quirk doesnât work that way, and he knows it, but you suppose itâs naive to expect anything less from Bakugou. Of course, heâd throw in a cheeky, asshole-kind of poke at your meta abilities when he sees fit.Â
âBe quiet,â you warn.
âIf thatâs what you want,â he hums, âthen you should fuckinâ do something about it.â
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in, kissing him hard and rough, earning a deep, satisfied rumble from his chest as you do. His cock nudges against your inner thigh, grinding against you for a short moment before he stills, jaw gritting tightly as he forces himself to be patient and mutters, âYou got a condom?â
âOn the pill,â you peck the corner of his lips, âso just fuck meâfuck me, Katsuki.â
Thatâs all he needs to hear. His tip is nudging against your entrance, sliding along your folds, and gathering the slick thatâs practically dripping so he can coat himself in your mess. Itâs filthy, and it makes you shudder as you feel the hot, heavy weight of him simply brush against you.Â
âFuck,â he groans, âgotta feel youâmâgonna go insane.â
Heâs pushing past your folds, sinking inch after agonizing inch so slowly, so carefully, you almost want to hiss that you wonât break. But something stops youâthe way he stares between your bodies, that dazed look in his eyes with wide pupils as he watches himself sink into you is enough to force you into submission and be patient.Â
For himâjust for him, youâll be patient.Â
âBaby,â he drawls, his voice a low, rough purr, âbaby, youâre so fuckinâ tightâgod.â
âFuck, Katsuki,â you whimper. He stretches you out goodâfills you up and then some as he presses into all the right spots. âSâso deepâneed more, please.â
âWhatever you want, sweetheart,â he presses a soft kiss between your brows before his hips are moving.Â
Itâs slow at first, like heâs testing the waters, and when your head throws back into your pillow as you whine in pleasure, itâs like every worry in his head about hurting you flies out the window. His hips snap faster into you, his thrusts go a little deeper, his movement a little more frenzied. By the time he sets a fluid pace, itâs quick and rough and so fucking good.Â
âWanted this for so long,â he grits his teeth, letting out a long moan as you clench around him. âShit, wanted this for so fuckinâ long you wouldnât believeâwanted you for so fuckinâ long.â
âMore,â you whine, âp-pleaseâgive it to me, Kats.â
Oh. Oh, he likes the sound of thatâthereâs a deep, almost animalistic groan in the back of his throat that erupts before he goes impossibly faster, bullying his cock into your walls and slamming into that soft, sensitive spot he did so easily with his fingers, too. Something in his brain is almost rewired, you think, when he hears the nickname fall from your lips.Â
Something that makes him bury his face into your neck and nip and bite at the skin hungrily.Â
âSay that again,â he demands. âSay it.â
âKats,â you sob, âmmhhâsâgood, baby. Feels so good.â
âYeah? Bet no oneâs ever fucked you like this, huh? Like you mean something?â
âNo,â you shake your head, âno one.â
âOnly me, huh?â
âOnly you,â you whimper, nodding along as your hips roll as much as they can into his own, trying to match his movements so he can press even deeper into you.Â
Katsuki does fuck you like you mean something. No oneâs ever really done that. Youâve always had sex just for the sake of sex. Itâs never been anything more outside of thatâsure, youâve had your eye on a guy, or two that you wished maybe would look at you as something more than a good fuck. But they donât make a lasting impression to keep you wanting more. Keep you craving more. Keep you hoping that maybe, just maybe, there could be more.Â
Somehow, Katsuki makes that possible. He grabs your hips softly, rubs his thumb back and forth like heâs worshipping the skin when he angles you down on his cock for deeper access to your cunt. He kisses your jaw and cheeks with soft, wet pecks instead of just shoving his tongue down your throat. He bites his lips and looks at you with soft, dazed eyes and not the usual dark, lust-filled ones youâre used to.Â
You never really minded being used. Never minded being more than an easy fuck if it meant you could get something out of it, too. But he makes you feel wantedâand you like being wanted. You like being something worth coming and staying for.Â
âFuck, mâclose, sweetheart,â he rasps, sweat collecting on his forehead as his pace gets sloppier. The thick head of his cock slams roughly against your walls, and a thumb finds your clit to bring you closer to your peak with harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
You can feel itâcan feel the slow build of pressure in your belly, that familiarly delicious ache between your thighs as the friction of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy accumulates in every nerve. Youâre close too, and Katsuki can tellâitâs so fucking easy for him to read your body. Like he was made to understand it.Â
âClose too, huh?â he pants, âyou almost there?â
âYes,â you wail, âyesâfuck, yes! Wanna cum.â
âThen do it,â he hums, âcum with me, baby.â
He rolls his hips into you onceâthen twice, and you feel it snap. That coil in your belly that was tight and waiting to burst. It makes your mind go blank and your lips part, and a cry of his name rings in your own ears loudly. You can feel the way you contract around him, spasming and squeezing and pulling him in as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.
It makes his cock twitch before he tenses and stillsâhis own orgasm hits him just as hard. Hot, white ropes of his release fill you up, the messy, sloppy pace of his thrusts fucking his load into you as he works you both through your highs.
Itâs goodânot just because itâs pleasurable, but because you feel important. You feel like only you could give him this, and only you could be the one he wants it from. He leans down and kisses you, slow and messy, drinking in your moans as he pours his own into your mouth. He says your name so pretty when heâs like thisâso breathless and soft, you feel like your ears are ringing just listening to the sound of him.Â
âYouâre so good, baby,â he mumbles, âso good for me.â
âK-kats,â you whimperâitâs all you can even say.Â
âI know,â he moans, âI know, sweetheart.â
And then itâs over. You finish, and so does he, and then itâs just the two of you tangled like that while you both pant and catch your breath. Sweaty skin on sweaty skin, lingering touch on lingering touch. Your fingers weave through his blonde locks, tracing along his scalp and fiddling with the small baby hairs at the nape of his neck. His fingers are wrapped around your hips, digging softly into the plush skin and making home in the warmth of it.Â
âPeople want you, dumbass,â he mutters, leaning and kissing your cheek. âYouâre just an idiot who doesnât know how to look.â
âBe in my line of sight next time, and maybe I will,â you mumble.Â
He laughs as he slumps down next to you, pulling your body into his as he wraps you up with his body and the sheets on your bedâitâs the softest sound youâve ever heard from him, and fuck, do you want to hear it more.Â
You wonder, as sleep creeps up on you, if this will all be an odd, weird, crazy dream when you wake up.
â
When you wake up, it is not an odd, weird, crazy dream.
Well, itâs definitely odd and weird and crazy. But itâs not a dream, thatâs for sure. A sleeping, clearly bare Katsuki is in your bed, right beside you, and youâre in his arms. Heâs holding you close and tight, and there would be no chance of escape if you wanted to leave his embrace (which you donât really think that you do).
One minute turns into two. Two turns into three. And eventually, after a few agonizing minutes of trying to slowly inch away just enough to get a closer look at his sleeping face, Katsuki says without opening his eyes, âQuit squirming.â
You still. And then, you huff, squirming around just to annoy him.Â
âOi!â he glares, opening two sharp, yet sleep-hazed red eyes. âI just said stop.â
âWell, I donât answer to you,â you scowl. âHow long have you been awake?â
âSince you decided to stare at me like a creep.â
âI was not staring,â you say, giving him a scandalized look.
He only grins, giving you a sly look as he yawns and mumbles, âYeah. Whatever you say, dumbass.â Then he pulls you closer, bringing your cheek to lie on his chest while his chin props itself over the crown of your head. âYou okay? From last night, I mean?â
âYeah,â you say softly. âMâfine.â
âNot hurt? Wasnât too rough?â
âNope,â you answer easily.Â
You realize this position might have less to do with the fact that he wants to hold you rather sweetly, and more to do with the fact that he might not really want you to look at his face when he asks his next question.Â
âYou uhâŠyou regret it? Or some shit?â
You pause, taking in the odd, rare moment ofâŠvulnerability in his voice. Like heâs scared to hear your answer but needs to know desperately. You find yourself answering rather honestly when you say, âNo. I donât. Last night was really niceâI liked it.â
âYeah?â he breathes.
âYeah,â you mumble.Â
âGreat. Go out with me, then.â
You do a double-take as you pull away and look at him in equal parts disbelief and equal parts irritation. He has the nerve to look rather expectant. âWhat?â
âWhat do you mean, what?â he huffs. âGo out with meâexactly what I said.â
âYou canât just throw that out there randomly!â
âRandomly?â Itâs his turn to be shocked and irritated. âThe fuck do you mean? I was balls deep in you last night, and this is random?â
âYeah b-butâŠâ You sputter, smacking his chest. âFirst of all, don't say it like that! And second, I had no idea until last night that you even thought I was attractive, let alone likable. Now you want to date me out of the blue?â
âI donât ask shit for no reason out of the blue,â he grumbles, âof course I think youâre attractive and likable if Iâm asking you out. You think Iâd waste my time with just anyone?â
âUsually,â you give him a flat look, âwhen you ask someone out, some sort of confession comes first. You know? Like, heyâI think youâre pretty cool. Or youâre really beautiful. Or even, hey, I think we get along nicely, donât you? Do you wanna go out sometime?â
Katsuki closes his eyes and sighs exasperatedly. âHey, loser,â he smiles tightly. Itâs rather petty, honestly. âI think youâre cool and beautifulâthought it since we were fuckinâ brats in school. We get along nicely for the most part, too, when youâre not a pain in the ass. Letâs go out.âÂ
âThat was a demand, not a question.â
âYou are so fuckinâ difficult for no reason,â he groans, digging the palm of his hand into his eyes tiredly. âHoly fuckâyouâd say no, or somethinâ? That why you need it to be a question?â
âWell, no, I wouldnâtâŠbut itâs the principle of thingsââ
âFuck your principles,â he mutters, pulling you close and planting his lips onto yours. You melt rather instantly, kissing him right back without hesitation. He grins against your mouth and pulls away, leaving you breathless. âThe only damn principle you need to know is that you and I are good for each other. And that means we should go out.â
Class A is trauma-bonded for lifeâitâs this invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable thing. You think itâs a good thing that you are, because it leads you straight to Bakugou Katsuki.Â
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One new message from: ⥠PLUS ULTRA GIRLIES âĄ
Mina: sooo can we talk about last night? SOMEONE was def giving us the cold shoulder
Toru: ^^
Kyoka: ^^
Momo: Come on, guys. Iâm certain thereâs a reasonable explanation. We should be ready to listen whenever sheâs ready
Ochaco: absolutely!Â
Tsu: but we do want to hear the reason asap
Mina: yeah it better be good bc that was just mean
Toru: ^^
Kyoka: ^^
You: i promise iâll tell u everything soon ok? but guys.
You: holy fuck. guysâŠ
You: i slept with bakugou last night
Mina: WHAT?
Toru: WHAT?
Tsu: WHAT?
Kyoka: WHAT?
Momo: WHAT?
Ochako: WHAT?
Mina: I KNEW HE HAD THE HOTS FOR YOU I KNEW IT
Mina: THIS NEEDS TO BE A GROUP CALL RIGHT NOW
You: I CANâT TALK RIGHT NOW HEâS LITERALLY IN FRONT OF ME MAKING BREAKFAST IN MY KITCHEN
Ochako: aw wait that is sooo sweet of him. heâs a great cook too
Toru: proof or it didnât happen :PÂ
You: [ one attachment ]
Kyoka: HOLY SHIT THATâS DEFINITELY HIS BACK
Momo: WellâŠAs long as youâre happy!
Mina: LMAOOOOO STOP YAOMOMO
Ochaco: bakugou can be nice when he wants to be!! donât be so hard on him
Tsu: when has he ever wanted to though�
Toru: never lol letâs be real
You: he has a soft side OKAY? ochako is right u guys are being way too hard on him
Mina: oh god it begins
Toru: sheâs already making excuses for him
Kyoka: the sex was that good huh??
Momo: Make sure you pee so you donât get a uti ok?
yeah i wrote this in one day. this asshole has taken over my life yet again 6 years later i feel like history always repeats itself
You and your boyfriend expected working at a top tier club together to come with many challenges. But you werenât expecting getting caught in the middle of a love triangle to be one of them.
pairing: DJ!hongjoong x dancer!reader x rich!seonghwa
warnings: angst, smut, cheating, affairs, arguing, fighting, violence, smoking, club themes, strippers, drugs (consumption & dealing), sex work, money laundering, alcohol, power abuse, threesome, switch!hongjoong, switch!seonghwa, switch!reader, pet names, marking, light bdsm, wax play, overstimulation, orgasm denial
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Viking!Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader x Viking!Bakugo Katsuki
Context: Since you were a little girl you had loved the son of a Jarl and the son of a great warrior, but life took you away from them. When they come back to you, it's almost as you first met. A chase. A hunt. The wolves and the doe
Note: Mentions of Norse gods, periods and the demons that they are, mentions of blood, Predator vs prey mentality, mentions of Kiribaku obviously. Some NSFW close to the end. No smut. Sadly.
Growing up as the kingâs youngest daughter you were always pampered and spoiled. You were daddyâs little girl. His favourite girl. Yet that also meant you could get away with a lot of things. Tripping in the procession? Thatâs fine. The poor little one tripped on a stone. Interrupting your father to tell him that you think some random lady looks pretty? Look at you being a kind little princess. Sneaking off to go play with a Jarl's son and his friend?
That was new.
You never liked playing with the other girls of the court. They were all so stuffy and if not pampering you and trying to suck up to you. As much as you didnât mind the attention, it wasnât what you wanted nor what tickled your fancy. It was one time, when you were not older than six, you had wandered away from your family that sat posed in the great hall. You had magically found your way outside where a group of
friends were playing around. They were wrestling and fighting one another. Out of the group your eyes couldnât leave two of them. You hid behind a wooden pole to watch them.
The tallest of the boys was a blond. He had spiky blond hair that made him look a bit like a porcupine to you. He had red maroon eyes and a boisterous laugh and smile. He seemed to be confident and hold an aura of control and pride to him. Another kid that seemed to be rather
close to him, slightly smaller, was a boy with black hair that came into is face. He had wide ruby eyes, like a jewel or crisp apple. He had a scar over his right eye and seemed to be the strongest out of all of them.
They played around with two other boys and a girl. One boy had black hair and the other had yellow hair with a black mark in it. He must have been a relative to a seer. You heard of them with their mystical powers and connection to the gods. The only girl had fluffy pink hair and
seemed just as rowdy as the boys.
You watched all of them enviously.
âCome on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!â The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar.
The boy put his hands together and looked down. âSorry Katsuki, but I donât want to hurt Denki.â
âYah, Kacchan!â The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. âI don't want to get hit. Look at me, Iâm tiny.â He hid more of his body as he glared.
Heâs false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself.
âOi!â The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. âWho are you! Why are you spying on us!â He shouted at you.
You werenât used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didnât tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. âI am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.â
Bakugou glared at you. He didnât like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. âYou little brat!â Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him.
He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. âSorry about him, your highness.â He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldnât
help but soften at the look of him.
âWellâŠâ You looked away. âItâs fine for now. But the next time he does it, Iâm telling daddy.â
âYouâre a princess?â Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. âThatâs so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.â She said as she looked between you and her friends.
âYah, she should call her precious daddy!â Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. âYou wouldnât be able to handle me by yourself, princess. Youâre weak.â
âNo, Iâm not!â You stomped your foot and glared back at him.
Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. âUh, Katsuki.â he said with a nervous smile.âMaybe you should calm down.â He offered.
Bakugou kept his eyes on you. âNever!â He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. âWeak little brat!â He teased you. âCanât do anything without daddyâs help. Poor little princes-â
A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didnât expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully
believing that it actually happened.
âKeep quiet you⊠you⊠you dog!â You shouted at him angry.
Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. âOh no. I donât think you should have done that, princess.â
Bakugouâs fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. âYouâre gonna regret that princess.â
Thatâs when you did the smartest thing you did all day.
You ran.
You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was
behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down.
Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didnât want to be left alone for the most part. You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou.
Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugouâs shouting and Kirishimaâs apologise were what disturbed the meeting.
You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. âDaddy save me!â
âCome here and fight me, princess!â Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishimaâs father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family.
Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. âIâm deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.â He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise.
âSHE SLAPPED ME!â Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friendâs ear harshly. âOW!â
âForgive us.â Kirishima stated his head still down in respect.
All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. âWhat are your names?â
âEijiro Kirishima, your majesty.â Kirishima answered immediately. âSon of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-â He kept Bakugouâs head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. âIs Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.â He answered for his grumbling friend.
Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his sonâs level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you,
who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. âDaughter.â
You turned to your father innocently. âYes, daddy?â You asked.
âDid you slap Katsuki?â He asked you.
You hesitated. You pouted. âHe was being mean to me, daddy.â You pointed down at the two boys.
The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. âKatsuki.â
âHuh?â Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. âI mean⊠Yes, mâlord.â He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her childâs show of no manners.
âWere you bested by my daughter?â
Bakugou huffed. âNo, she ran away and I-â
âIf a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?â Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child.
Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. âTsk.â He scowled. âOne day Iâll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!â He loudly proclaimed. âEspecially you princess!â
Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. âI donât doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.â She turned to Kirishima. âLittle Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.â
Kirishima was only silent for a moment. âHeâs the best boy in my village, your majesty.â He said making Bakugouâs cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. âHeâs fast, skilled and has great ambition. I donât doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.â
Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. âYour son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.â
After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them.
Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarlâs son or the fierce warrior?
You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is.
Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadnât known till your mother and sister sat you down.
You werenât a girl anymore to them.
You had to take your princess studies more seriously now. Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge.
So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time.
You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldnât be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was
peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.
âWe canât hang out anymore.â You let out finally and quietly.
Bakugou was the first to react like always. âHUH!â He shouted rather loudly. âWhy not?â He asked as he stepped closer.
Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugouâs hair. The boyâs eyebrows furrowed. âIs it because of today?â He asked.
The both of them werenât entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a godâs birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his sonâs best friend later when they went back home. It didnât stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you werenât.
You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. âI⊠Iâm not a little girl anymore. I canât play with you guys. I need to take
being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.â You recited what your motherâs handmaiden had told you. âBesides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You wonât have time for me for the next few years.â
The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't
be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you.
They didnât like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end.
Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. âHow can we get your attention then?â Heasked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. âIf you canât give us it then how canwe get it?â He asked again.
You shrugged. âI donât know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.â
âThen thatâs what weâll do.â He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. âWEâRE GONNA MARRY YOU!â He pointed to you.
âW-what!â You asked confused. âBoth of you?â You asked shocked âMy father wonât allow it.â
âYes, he will.â Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. âI will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?â
Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. âY-yes. As a Jarl, Iâll
make sure weâll marry you.â
Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly werenât convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. âOi, Eijiro. Whatâs that thing that people do before they get married?â
Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. âKiss?â
Bakugouâs face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. âGross. No.â He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. âThe other thing.â
âPropose?â Kirishima suggested again.
âYah but we did that.â Bakugou stated.
âWe did?â Kirishima asked, confused.
Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. âI promise to Odin and any other fuckinâ gods I need to, that Iâll marry the both of you.â He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. âAnd Iâll be the best fuckinâ husband youâll ever have.â
You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. âI promise to Odin and Freya that Iâll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to⊠to the both of you.â He stared
at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. âI promise.â
Watching them do it, you couldnât just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. âI promise to Odin and Freya that Iâll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever
need. Donât think about trying to find another woman because she wonât be better than me.â You stated proudly.
And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You
helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them.
Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didnât support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldnât be carted off. That she wasnât to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didnât want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single.
Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear.
But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadnât seen in years. You hadnât been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face point to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months.
âYou know you might just attract every other person other than them right?â Your sister teased from her place upon her bed.
You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. âLets pray that doesn't happen.â You stated unbothered.
Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. âI heard they were lovers.â She stated. You stiffened for a moment.
You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the
rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldnât have you at least they had each other.
Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. âSister, let them go. You canât keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.â She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. âI am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you donât find them attractive anymore?â
You looked up at her. âWell, I would need to get my eyes checked.â You stood up with her.
The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadnât seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even
if they werenât coming, you wouldnât be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.
Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood.
Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years.
On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black face paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.
Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishimaâs held of being beasts among men. His
broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion
behind his eyes. The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here.
âYour majesties.â They both said.
Your father smiled with a laugh. âThe demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.â The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. âYour winnings and efforts have paid off my
good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!â
With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to
your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men.
âMaybe you werenât so wrong about dressing up.â Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle.
You nudged her. âYou never did like to listen to me.â You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something.
âI would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches⊠If you so wishâŠâ He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in/
âWhoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.â She stated as she picked up her cup of beer.
You nodded. âYes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.â You motioned to her.
âMother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.â
You choked on your wine. âWhat?â
She nodded her head. âFor my hand, they would be crowned King.â
Your ears started to ring at her words. âFor⊠your⊠your hand?â You asked shakily.
She smiled. âYep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.â
You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. âExcuse me, Iâve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.â You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left.
You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldnât have both. Thatâs selfish.
Or was it?
You didnât mind being selfish.
You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore.
This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.
You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear.
Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree.
âNo hello, princess ?â You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.
âKatsuki .â You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again.
You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. âYears away from you and you havenât even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?â You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.
You gulped. â Eijiro .â You whispered.
This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasnât the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate
confidence and strength. A real Jarl.
âThatâs not true, Eij.â Bakugou stated. âYou should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.â Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face.
Kirishima laughed. âI donât blame her Katsuki, but youâre right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.â He too snarked.
The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots? Then it hit you.
They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance.
But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey. The wolves and the doe.
They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishimaâs eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. âLook at her, Katsuki. Doesnât she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest.
Bakugou chuckled. âIndeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.â Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. âI wonder how she tastes.â He growled close to your ear.
Thatâs when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldnât hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe.
You felt grateful you werenât wearing a dress tonight. You probably would have been extremely handicaped due to it. You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you.
Maybe you could win.
Then you heard it. Loud laughter. âWas she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?â To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. Heâs lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was childâs play.
âNah!â To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. âI donât think sheâs even trying to get away.â
Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldnât see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry.
âKatsuki? Eijiro?â You let out scared.
Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugouâs rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. â Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? â He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.
Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsukiâs chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.
You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. âGot you, doe.â He said condescendingly.
Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you.âYah⊠you got me.â You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead.
Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blondâs spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the
energy out of you, leaving you breathless. The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your
head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making
him grunt.
Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. âGods, I missed the both of you.â You whispered.
âAnd we missed you.â Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek.
âI⊠I had thought the two of you hadâŠâ You couldnât let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. âWhat? You thought we would just live on without you?â He asked. âYah fuck no.â He shook his head. âYour ours, doe. We promised you, didnât we?â
âI know. I know.â You looked away from the both of them. âMy father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesnât he?â You asked.
Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. âHe does.â He answered your question, making you shrink back more.
Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. âI wouldnât blame you guys.â You stated. âOne of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.â
Bakugou scoffed. âWe couldnât give two shits about her.â Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. âBut⊠we do care about you.â He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.
Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. âWe would deny Valhalla to be with you.â He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. âI would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isnât you and Katsuki.â
You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. âI heard you two were lovers? Is it true?â
Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. âItâs whatever you make of it.â He told you with a smirk of his own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. âWhat I do have to say though, is that
you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs thatâs for sure.â Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. âYou should see him when he is straight off the battlefield,
princess. When heâs covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. Iâm tellinâ you, nothing sexier.â
âCan you shut up, Katsuki?â Kirishima asked annoyed.
Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. âMake m-â
He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishimaâs hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasnât lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blondâs lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishimaâs actions.
Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. âYou are such a brat.â
Bakugou rolled his eyes. âYou sound like my mother.â
âWell, your mother isnât wrong, Katsuki.â You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. âWe should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are
already.â You let out with a sigh.
âOr we can just kidnap you.â Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishimaâs shoulders. âMake you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?â
Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him.
Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. âCouldnât have said it better myself, Red.â âYou guys canât just kidnap me.â You defended yourself. âWhat about-â You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling.
âOi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.â Bakugou reprimanded you.
Your face felt hot. You looked away. âBut-â
Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. âDonât worry princess.â
âJust focus on Eijiroâs ass and life will be a much better place.â Bakugou bent back to look at you. Thatâs when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass.
Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. âThe two of you are going to be the death of me.â
âWhat an honourable way to die.â You and Bakugou stated together.
-Glitch1d
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