āWedding Crashersā - Katsuki Bakugou
A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but hereās a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3
Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but itās more of a headcanon, semi-public sex
Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugouās backs. But youāll show him.
Word Count: 5k
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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.
āDear Y/N Y/LN,
We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.
RSVP blah-ā
Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didnāt end⦠swimmingly. But this didnāt feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.
Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,
Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugouās name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.
Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too
Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has
Bakugou: inviting his childhood āfriendsā after all this time
Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me
You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you werenāt the only one feeling this way.
Y/N: so whatāre we going to do about it?
Bakugou: what do you mean?
Y/N: well we canāt show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own
Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra
Bakugou: probably to show how āgreatā he is
Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvpād together?
Y/N: you mean us?
Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot
The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadnāt exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didnāt know who he was anymore.
Y/N: fuck it, iām in
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āYou know, donāt think Iāve ever seen you in a tux before.ā You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugouās as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldnāt wait for the tabloids in all honesty.
āShut up.ā Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didnāt show a hint of it. āNot looking too bad yourself.ā
You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugouās equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.
You couldnāt lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didnāt need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, theyād probably pin it to ālook at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!ā theyād eat that shit uplike ambrosia.
āCanāt wait to see the reception.ā You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.
Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?
āWhatās got you so perplexed?ā Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.
āJust-ā You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. āI miss him, yāknow? Miss how we used to be.ā
āTch.ā Bakugou didnāt care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. āThought you said that he was the most selfish guy youād ever dated?ā
āHe was but like-ā You watched Izukuās back as he held his new partnerās hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. āAs weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.ā
Bakugouās eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izukuās break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you werenāt good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?
Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugouās abrasive and rough nature, you couldnāt help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.
āKatsu?ā
āHm?ā
āYou can let go of my hand now, weāre in the car.ā
āYeah- whatever.ā
Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.
āHope thereās less fuckinā paparazzi here. Think Iām gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.ā Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.
Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.
āWell, it was worth a try.ā You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.
Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.
āHey!ā Bakugou didnāt waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. āTry anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!ā
The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldnāt care less. Whatās a wedding without a little drama?
āThanks Katsuki.ā You note with a soft smile.
Bakugouās hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.
Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that couldāve been you. But Bakugou was right. Heās probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but⦠you couldnāt help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.
You didnāt even notice Bakugouās eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.
After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugouās hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.
āWhatāre you doing?ā
āCome on, whoās to say we canāt have some fun too huh?ā
Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldnāt help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugouās.
āWhyās no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?ā Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.
āNo ones good enough.ā Such a Bakugou answer.
āYouāre sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.ā You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. āIām being serious! Come on you can tell me.ā
It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesnāt focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.
āJust havenāt found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.ā
Thereās a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didnāt even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didnāt realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.
āHey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?ā
Izukuās voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.
āAsk her yourself sheās not mine.ā You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. āIāll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.ā
His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if heās alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track thatās playing.
āLong time no see Y/N!ā His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you donāt think you have it in you to be mean to Izukuās face.
āYeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.ā You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.
āWell I guess Iāll find out! But come on thatās been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.ā You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.
āOh- haha, Katsuki and I arenāt-ā
āY/N. Donāt lie to me! I can see the way heās burning holes in my tux from over here.ā
Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriyaās arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.
āIf you ask me Midoriya heās always looked at you that way.ā You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.
āMidoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?ā He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. āI used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.ā
His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.
āActually Midoriya I donāt even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.ā Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.
Crying at your exās wedding. Not something youād think youād ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldnāt see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because āheroes dating are messy!ā No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.
āY/N?ā
You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.
āHey.ā
āI promise I didnāt punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckinā earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.ā His tone was joking but it hadnāt cracked a smile from you yet.
āSāalright. Wouldnāt give two shits if you did.ā You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. āShouldnātāve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.ā
You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.
āThat fuckinā idiot didnāt know what he lost and itās my fault for influencinā him.ā The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?
āKatsu-ā
āNo. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that heās forgotten what real life is. Doesnāt care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.ā You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. āY/N. No matter how much Iāve always wanted to fuckinā win Iāve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like youāre waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you itās like Iām seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- youāre fuckinā everything to me Y/N.ā
It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugouās crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.
It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didnāt wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugouās tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.
Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.
āFuckinā print that in your gossip magazine you extra!ā Bakugou couldnāt help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasnāt ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.
āLetās go somewhere more private.ā He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.
Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugouās frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared heād never be able to taste you again.
āYouāre fuckinā perfect.ā Katsukiās lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.
All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you canāt help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.
Bakugouās hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.
āGod youāre fucking everything princess.ā His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.
Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.
āBet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.ā He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. āJust wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckinā treat you right.ā
āThen do it⦠Kacchan.ā You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.
His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldnāt. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.
āShit youāre fucking wet.ā The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.
āKatsuki please- please fuck oh my god-ā Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugouās throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.
Tracing his fingers along your dƩcolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.
āPlease please please-ā Katsuki mocked. āPlease what princess? Better use your fuckinā words or else.ā
An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.
āFuck me Katsuki- please youāre all I want. God youāre all I need.ā Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.
Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.
Your body clung to Bakugouās for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.
āKatsu-ā
āShut up.ā
Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.
āYouāre fuckinā soaking baby. So needy.ā Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.
āCome on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.ā His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.
āKatsuki I need you- only you. Only you.ā Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.
Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, itās only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didnāt even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.
āWhat a good fuckinā girl, taking my cock like this.ā Bakugouās voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.
The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didnāt even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.
Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugouās arm.
āYou dick! You ripped my underwear!ā
āHot.ā He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.
āNot funny! Iām not parading about with no underwear on!ā
āWeāre getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.ā Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.
āWhereāre we going?ā You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.
āGots to do one thing before we go.ā Thereās a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.
Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.
āWeāre just heading off.ā Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.
āGoing so soon? Itāll be a shame you guys!ā Izukuās voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugouās plan.
āI know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.ā
Uh oh.
āIām glad youāve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-ā
āBut I am better at you at something for sure.ā
Bakugou used Midoriyaās hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.
āCause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.ā
Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izukuās face was priceless. And you couldnāt help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugouās hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.










