The rest of the week played on loop. A tension lingered in the air you cannot seem to ignore no matter how hard you try. Katsuki, on the other hand, is not addressing anything when it comes to your lack of sexual affairs. Your attempts to get closer were denied as always. Not necessarily because Katsuki didnât want them. No, if anything, he craved it. Just like you. Katsuki is just good at hiding his selfish desires. Especially since the whole shower incident.
Why canât your lips seem to connect? They felt like constant magnets, inching closer and closer yet as they brushed one another, Katsuki pulled away. Every single time. What is worse is the moment keeps playing on loop. You have another shot every time he removes your collar to shower, his hungry eyes scanning your exposed body as he loosens the shock device. The lust and desire that filled you both â as much as you hate to admit it â with watching ticking second all for Katsuki to discard the moment. You are always left alone while Katsuki mentally panics inside your shared room, but for those moments, Katsuki is vulnerable. He isnât angry or annoyed. He is seeing you.
Why do you long for his calloused touch while he is away? Is that where your hatred is deep rooted? You are supposed to hate him for the terrible things he has done yet you find yourself willingly running to his beckon call. You do not have much of an option, but nothing can silence the skip of your heart when he speaks your name. The way you smile as he acknowledges your presence.
Damn, you really are broken.
Katsuki is gone to work once again. You find yourself alone, frustrated and filled with non-amusement. âHe is always away,â you grumble aloud in the vacant house. âLeaving me all alone with nothing to do.â
Katsuki will argue you have plenty to do. In fact, you had that argument a couple nights ago.
âKatsuki?â You began as you dabbed your face with a napkin. You just finished eating delicious Oyakodon that Katsuki made. He always makes extraordinary cuisine.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, swallowing his food as he gazed at you. You usually donât speak at supper since Katsuki just tells you âshut up and finish your food.â
âCan I have a cellphone? Or a Nintendo switch?â You asked, tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. Katsuki chuckled in his typical condescending way.
âWhy the hell do you want a cellphone?â Katsuki rhetorically asked, placing a piece of Oyakodon in his salivating mouth, chewing the food and swallowing. He directs one of the chopsticks in your direction, âyou have plenty of entertainment here.â
âBut Iâm bored. Iâve watched all the shows you have approved of multiple times.â You protested, crossing your arms and huffing. This boldness comes every once in a blue moon and it loves to test Katsuki on the worst of occasions.
âLose the âtude; Y/N. This isnât going to help you get a phone or that switch shit.â
âYou werenât going to give it to me anyways.â You grumble, rolling your eyes. A hard slap across your face brought you back down to size. Your chin is now in Katsukiâs tight grip as you start to whimper. He loves the view.
âI said lose the fucking âtude, brat. Do you think this moping shit is going to get your spoiled ass those things?â Katsuki interrogated. You shake your head no. He continues his lecture. âI should fucking punish you for asking me such stupid questions and being an ungrateful bitch, but Iâm being fuckinâ nice. Donât push your God damn luck.â Katsuki spats, his grip getting tighter with each word produced. His eyes send venom into your irises.
âI-Iâm sorry, K-Katsuki.â You cry, used to saying this phrase everyday.
âBetter be. Donât test me for the rest of the damn night.â
You did not ask for those items again. Your cheek still stinged two days later as you sat on the couch. His handprint left a mark that would not go away it felt. Even when Katsuki isnât intentionally being rough, he still is. Tonight, you decided to try again.
You both are laying in bed, cuddling. The sound of Katsukiâs natural gruff heartbeat began to soothe itself as he slowly slipped into slumber. You decided to ask the question you have been wanting to know for awhile.
âCan I go back to school?â You mumbled, almost begging that Katsuki did not hear you, but his piercing rubies peeled open to glare down at you.
âWhat did I say about asking me stupid fucking questions? No, you canât go back to school.â Katsuki huffed, an annoyed scowl smeared on his beautiful features.
âBut Iâm borââ
âLet me guess, youâre fucking bored, right?â Katsuki scornfully chuckled, rubbing his temples as he cut you off. His patience and trust has been more thin than normal since the press conference. You are not aware since Katsuki does not let you view news outlets nor does he discuss his emotions.
âI-I have a p-promising f-future, yâknow?â You began, snuggling your face into his bulk chest as tears spilled. âI-I want to h-help change t-the world.â
Katsuki is doing his best to control his anger. His heavy heart picks up rhythm against your eardrum. Your body wants to panic. He wants to hit you, badly, until you are black and blue for even considering leaving him. You looked so beautiful that way. Seeing you so broken physically and emotionally for him is a gorgeous sight. Lucky for you, he is too tired and he will not get to enjoy his sick desires this way. Does not mean you are safe from verbal abuse, though.
âThe world doesnât need you, Y/N.â Katsuki stated, feeling your warm rivers on his bare skin. Your heart broke at the sound of his harsh words. âThe world needs heroes like me. Quirkless wannabes â like you â are nothing but a nuisance in our damn way.â
The little girl in you sobbed hysterically, but the emotions would not reciprocate on the outside. You begin to shake as Katsuki softly pats your head. Those dreams of changing the world have been shattered for a long period of time now yet Katsukiâs words stung more than expected.
You gaze up at him with glossy eyes. If your vision was not blurred, you could have sworn you witnessed a satisfied smirk on his soft lips.
âD-Do y-you really mean that?â You dared question, your voice fragile and small.
âI do.â Katsuki shrugged, feeling giddy as he watched more tears fall. All because of him.
The sobs are more than just faded dreams. No, they are much more. Those promises you made to yourself dissolved into thin air. âI am going to escape Katsuki,â you told yourself everyday in the mirror while he worked, but each time, your breath hitched. The hatred you wanted so bad to hold for him slowly became empty words. You donât know who you are anymore. You do not even have control of your own thoughts.
You are his.
âThere, there.â Katsuki comforted as you snuggled into his chest, begging for some sort of relief from this anguish. The warmth of his body brought upon temporary peace like a baby needing to be swaddled. âYouâre nothing in your old life. Thatâs why I have to keep you safe.â Katsuki explained, nonchalantly.
âAm I somebody to you?â You finally choked out once Katsukiâs heart rate went back to normal.
Katsuki didnât know how to answer this question. Obviously, he is putting his whole pro-hero career on the line for you, he shelters you from this cruel world, and when you fall asleep on his chest every night, he grumbles an âI love youâ or two that you will never hear while conscious. He canât say it. He doesnât know how.
âJust go to sleep, dumbass.â
Doing as you are directed, you cradle yourself into Katsukiâs rough yet tender touch. You are so small, so shattered, and aching to get even more near Katsuki. You cannot be any closer no matter how you try. You are just grateful for his presence since you are nothing more than a bother. You are nothing and now you must prove you are somebody. This is now your mission. Forget escaping Katsuki. He is the only one to accept you and your quirkless qualities.
He finally broke you, Y/N.
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Trigger Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Dark Content. Yandere, manipulation, withholding of affection, cursing, Stockholm syndrome, nudity, rejection, etc.
The media was left with many unanswered questions that day. Katsuki stormed off the podium and into the building with his team right behind him. He can practically hear Leiko seething with each heavy footstep she takes beside him. Her heels seemed to echo the loudest amongst the shouting.
Once Katsuki and Leiko were in the elevator alone, Leiko decided to let him have it. Well, until Katsuki decided to go first.
âI can fucking hear you grinding your teeth.â Katsuki commented, keeping his focus locked on the pure golden doors.
âWhat the hell was that, Katsuki?â She spat, her arms in the air. âThat was not on script at all! You went out there and really showed your ass. You have done more damage than good! You have absolutely no evidence if this girl is alive or not and you went and told the press sheâs dead?â
Katsuki glared at her. âWe had an issue. I fixed it. The press is going to spin this anyway they want to regardless of what I say and what I donât. If anything, you,â he pokes her collarbone with his index finger, âshould be thanking me for even doing the damn thing anyways.â
âThanking you?â Leiko scoffed. The elevator doors open and Katsuki was the first to head straight to his office. Leiko waited to finish her lecture once his office doors shut behind them. If she dared raise her voice in front of her peers, she would be fired on the spot. She has seen it happen to others more than once.
Katsuki made himself comfortable in his office chair, overlooking reports that laid neatly on his desk. Leiko strolled over to him, not pleased with his lack of interest for their conversation.
âIf anything, you made it worse, Katsuki.â Leiko sighed.
âHa, worse? The girl is a lost cause. She probably ran away to start a new life or some shit. I have more important things to do than chase after a runaway,â he finally meets her eyes, still only giving some of his attention, âfurthermore, I donât get why the media is so upset about this. People go missing all the time.â
Leiko grabbed the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.
âNo. You donât understand. She specifically asked for our help and we didnât give it to her. This isnât the first time this has happened. Your injury in Tokyo didnât help either. Lives were lost that day. This is hurting your career and guess what? If your career goes down, so does everyone else. Do you ever think of anyone but your damn self?â
âAre you calling me fucking selfish?â Katsuki snapped, clicking his tongue. His ego is getting the best of him once again. âBecause if you want me to be selfish, I can show your ungrateful ass selfish.â
âNo, I want you to find the missing girl and save your career, Katsuki.â Leiko corrected, placing her palms on his desk, âour career.â
Katsuki analyzed her tenseness. He knew she had a point, but will he ever admit that? Of course not. He is the CEO of this company. Leiko is employed by him. She doesnât understand the full situation and she never will. He is keeping everyone safe this way.
âYou are dismissed.â Katsuki states while flicking his hand. Leiko let out a deep exhale, following the bossâ orders.
Katsukiâs eyes traveled to the monitor screen that he usually observed you on. Pulling up the security footage, he let out a satisfied sigh to see you still sitting on the couch, bored and watching television.
âSuch a good little girl.â He chuckled yet his rubies turned dark at the news article that popped up on the other monitor screen.
âPro-Hero King Explosion Murder God Dynamite has confirmed the death of missing college student, Y/N Y/L/N.â
Katsuki proceeded to read the article, not pleased with the way they portrayed him and his hero abilities. He is more angry at the mentions of your name and picture. No one should be able to see you but him. He had to look away. He is getting angrier by the second.
âI donât give a fuck what Leiko or anyone says. I do this for you, Y/N. No one in this cruel world can have you. No one.â
Katsuki came home late that night. Not that you cared, â at least that is what you tell yourself â but you were curious of his whereabouts. It was not like him to be off of routine. Katsuki usually lets you know in advance if there is a possibility of him being home late. Maybe to keep you in line? Or for you to get back in line before he arrived home.
Thoughts from past trauma lingered. Your stomach did flips. Your hatred for Katsuki has subsided temporarily so you can put on the act accordingly. If you are ever going to break free from the metaphorical chains Katsuki keeps around you, this is what you have to do.
The door unlocking sent shivers dancing down your spine. Do you want to run and hide? Yes. How could you not? Yet, your pupils are attracted to the door. As soon as he enters the home, his eyes travel straight to you then back to elsewhere. You could feel a pinch in your heart. Why isnât he looking at you? Does he not want to see you? You want him to look at you. God, just look at you.
Wait, Y/N. You hate him, remember? This is all an act.
Right?
Honestly, Katsuki was a bit flustered by your words from earlier. He has already released his emotions from todayâs press conference on some pesky villains. Now he has to deal with the other issues at hand.
Of course, he loves you. He may be insane in more ways than one, but he does hold some self awareness. He is putting his career on the line to keep you safe yet when he finally hears the three little words he dreamed of, his mind goes blank. He does not know how to handle someone feeling this emotion towards him. He was ready to forgive you and move forward in his own way. Now, he doesnât want to even make eye contact with you.
Katsuki jogs up the stairs, placing his work equipment in their rightful place. He undressed himself into a pair of gray sweatpants and a black v-neck t-shirt. He contemplated going back downstairs or not. He needs to make you dinner and he does want to see you. He feels like he hasnât seen you in decades. Though, he thought about ripping you to shreds for giving him a swarm of butterflies. He swore they migrated for the winter that settled between you two, but the words. Three simple words made them come back.
Why canât he say it back? He can repeat it over and over again when you are knocked out cold. He loved it when you are silent, unconscious to hear his dark twisted thoughts. You are not there to push him away, play with his emotions, and make him feel like shit for being attracted to you. He can be his real self around you. Not the cold hearted bastard you make him be.
Katsuki walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen. He was a bit wired from the anxiety that settled within him as usual. He wondered why he did not hear the light taps of your feet make their way towards him. Where were the numerous questions about his day? Where was the running towards him for attention? You wanted it for days and now you donât? Why are you rejecting him? Katsuki should show you a thing or two about what happens when he is rejected.
Sighing, Katsuki finished cooking the meal for you two to enjoy. Placing the Oyakodon in two bowls, he placed them on the kitchen table. Katsuki whistled, signaling for you to arrive at his beckon call. Just like he trained you, you obeyed and strolled over to your usual spot. Ruby eyes never left your form from the time you sat down to the time you both were done.
Isnât this what you want, Y/N? To be seen.
No words were spoken amongst you two during supper. Katsukiâs pupils and presence did all the speaking. He studied you. Every movement spoke to him. The way your body showed tenseness under his gaze showed the progress was lost. The needy girl who finally talked after so long. You were silenced for months all thanks to Katsuki. You should hate him for it and you do.
You hate him, remember, Y/N? You are planning to escape, right?
Katsuki collected the dishes once you both finished eating. âThank you, Katsuki.â You mumbled out, like Katsuki trained you. Katsuki did not reply as he placed the dirty bowls into the sink to soak. His gaze did not leave you once.
Katsuki drew you a hot shower. Your clothes were already discarded to the floor. Katsuki has seen you naked more times than you would like to think. This did not make you feel uncomfortable. If anything, you hope he would see you. You hope he would keep his eyes glued to every curve of your bare body.
And they did.
Katsuki had to restrain himself as he began taking off your collar. The exhale of his warm breath entered your parted in your lips. You inhaled him in. You wanted to feel his air inside your lungs. Your skin craved the contact of his. His calloused fingertips felt so rough yet so soft amongst your neck. You hated how it felt so right.
His heavy lips ghosted over yours. They stayed there for what felt like centuries. You didnât mind, though. If they were a centimeter closer, they would connect, but like magnets that attract, they also can reject.
âKiss me.â You lowly whisper, not daring to lean in closer without his permission.
Kiss her, Katsuki. You feel the fireworks. Do not let pride and ego stop you. You want her, she wants you. Let her have this.
To your dismay, Katsuki scoffs and pulls away. âI donât have time for your stupid little games. Donât take too damn long in the shower. Itâs past your bedtime.â
You watched as Katsuki left you alone in the washroom. Katsuki had a lot on his mind. Why couldnât he kiss you? He has no problem kissing women during sex or for press, but with you, he is timid. He feels like a teenager all over again. All because you said you loved him.
Katsuki contemplated punishing you, but you didnât really do anything wrong. Punishment is supposed to correct unwanted behaviors. This was once wanted and deep down, still is, just why? Why now? You will not let him touch you. You hated him for trying. You always reject his advances so what gives? Katsuki is not one for physical contact except in the bedroom. If you have not figured this out by now, you really need to.
He wants you to hate him. Itâs so much simpler to love you when you hate him. Sure, this is what Katsuki wanted all along, but this is all too much too fast. He does not feel as under pressure when you curse his existence. Loving you on his terms is so much simpler. Now that you reciprocate the emotion, he doesnât want it.
Katsuki doesnât know what he wants and because of this, you pay the consequences.
The warm water felt refreshing. The shower was not big, but it felt humungus without Katsukiâs presence. You hated this. You despised the love-hate relationship you developed for Katsuki. When you are alone, you can settle in the hatred you truly feel, but when heâs home, that longing comes back. That wanting of affection and love. The harsh yet love filled stares, the demands, the difference in whistles you learned over time. All so soon. Were you really that deprived of affection? Did you really become accustomed to this new lifestyle? You want to hate him. You need to so badly, but yet you are here fantasizing about his lips on yours. They were so close.
You proceed with your bathing routine before drying off and heading to the bedroom. Katsuki was already downstairs, finishing the dishes that needed to be clean. He laid out comfortable pajamas for you to dress into. Once you are dressed, you comb your hair and crawl into bed. Katsuki joined shortly after and for the first time in a week, he held you close. He may not ever say the words aloud, but this is him saying âI love you, too.â
Just like he used to.
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You are alone; a feeling that brings back unwanted emotions and memories. Much to Katsukiâs dismay yet expectation, it brought resentment. Every creak or subtle movement created anxiety, panic, and hope? Hope that the one person who causes you this much distress is entering through that door? Or do you hope that someone is coming through to take you away from this hell?
Though you did not want to face the truth, you missed Katsuki. Correction; you missed human interaction. He is the only human willing to give you that. Katsuki is sure of that.
You attempt to remember a life that was without Katsuki. The thought itself felt freeing yet terrifying. How can one man have so much power over your mind, body, and soul? Maybe he is right â you really are weak.
A lump forms in your throat. There is a world outside that needs to be seen by your own pupils. You see the characters in anime get to explore Japan and then some. That should be you. It needs to be you. You do not even recall the last time you felt grass between your bare toes or the beautiful melodies of an outdoor windchime. Thatâs enough for resentment to cycle its way through again.
The collar lays tight around your neck, making uncomfortable dents into your vocal chords. You are used to your own specialized collar that Katsuki personalized just for you. This one felt foreign and too bulky. Oh, and the fact you could get shocked at any moment didnât help. You didnât even want to touch the television remote in fear of being zapped. At least you have todayâs events to keep your brain busy.
The feeling of Katsukiâs calloused fingertips touching your skin felt so comforting. Dammit, it disgust you. You missed being touched and acknowledged. Katsuki removed the only thing he could provide for you. The way you could feel his natural warm breath on you and the way you could not meet his eyes, you could feel that they were on you. They were seeing you.
Only you.
Someone is seeing your form after days of being neglected. Katsuki has a way of looking through people when he is in a mood. For once, since the incident, you were seen. It may not be the look you desperately wanted, but it was something.
Katsuki finally spoke to you. The sound of the television fell on numb ears. You wanted actual communication. An actual human being listening and speaking to you. Katsuki is not much of a conversationalist, but he knew how to listen. When you were needing his constant attention, you told him stories about your upbringing over dinner. His infamous scowl laid on his features, but his ears were intrigued. They listened. All you wanted is to be heard by somebody.
These memories rattled your brain, but not as much as the simple phrase that came out of your mouth today. A phrase you are certain you did not even feel.
âI love you.â You repeated, but the words did not come out. They rested within your esophagus. You couldnât make them come out if you wanted to. You hate that the phrase even fell off your tongue as Katsuki walked out the front door. Did you even mean it?
No.
You have not been in love much in your youth, but you know what the emotion contains. For a fact, you know that is something Katsuki does not give you. At least, not anymore. A brief period of time you believed you held this feeling. That is what abuse does to a person, but Katsukiâs mistake is thinking that silence would only make you need him more or go back to your old ways. If anything, it gave you time to reflect. That is the last thing Katsuki needed you to do. Even if you had a mere chance of being in love, this isnât healthy love. You both are smart enough to know this. You miss your family. You miss your friends, but most of all, you miss you.
The thought sprouted tears in your eyes. You know better than to love Katsuki. Katsukiâs abuse tried to convince you otherwise, you know better than to fall for the lies. This is not the life you are made to live. You have too many great attributes to provide the world. Being stuck in Katsukiâs grasp is not one of them. You have to fight. You have made this way too easy. You refused to fight in order to live. You wanted to be free from the hell Katsuki formed for you within the months.
Clenched fist wiped your eyes once more as the fire burned within them. If Katsuki wants you to play the game so bad, you will play it. You will play it so well that Katsuki will be the one thatâs a fool. Not you.
You will fight.
Looking into the camera in the corner of the room, you hiss through gritted teeth, âmark my words Katsuki, I will escape you and avenge what you have taken from me.â
Lucky for you, Katsuki did not see your declaration. He had other important matters to attend to.
Katsukiâs stomach churn at the blinding flashes. He can hear the chatter amongst the press in front of his corporation and it only sent his anxiety through the roof. His stylist made sure not a thread was out of place on his expensive tailored suit. His natural messy blonde hair was perfected in a way they both could agree on. Rare that they agreed on much, but they did at times.
âReady?â Leiko asked, arching a brow with a deep breath. She could read Katsuki well. He always had a way of speaking without verbally saying what his dark mind carries.
If only she knew his darkest of secrets.
Katsuki gave her a nod, walking out the glass doors that are held open by his assistants. Walking up to the wooden podium, the paparazzi bombarded the pro-hero with questions and microphones.
âPro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, how are you recovering?â
âDynamite, sir, do you have any idea where the missing girl is?â
âPro-Hero Great Explosion God Dynamite, is it true that the missing woman, Y/N Y/L/N, sent in letters asking for your agencyâs assistance?â
Katsuki is visibly growing annoyed with the mediaâs list of questions. Though the spotlight has trained him well, Katsuki is still a short tempered man. He does not even want to be here and his body language spoke that.
Before Katsuki could say anything he would regret, Leiko took his place at the podium and calmed the crowd.
âEveryone, please, relax. Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite will answer your questions here shortly. We do not have much time so please be considerate. Thank you.â
The crowd followed Leikoâs instructions, calming down to a low mutter amongst each other. Katsuki exhaled the breath he held within his organs. He reversed his lines with Leiko, though, his mind could not register the words being spoken. He needs to protect you. He needs to keep you safe. The only way he is going to do that is by keeping the media quiet.
Katsuki switched spots with Leiko, adjusting the black skinny microphone to meet his height. The amount of cameras rolling and flashing was causing his nerves to have anxiety. Though, he remained calm. Clearing his throat, he begins.
âHello, I am Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite. I came here to discuss the concerns of the public. First and foremost, I am recovering well and will be back to saving lives like I always do. So, you can stop talking shit on your shitty little blogs.â
âDynamiteââ Leiko interrupted through gritted teeth, but the raise of Katsukiâs hand told her to shut it. A deep sigh fell from Leikoâs nostrils. She has to let her boss handle things his way.
âFurthermore, the villain attack in Tokyo was nothing. I kick villains' asses everyday. I am more than capable of doing my damn job so I would highly appreciate it if you learned to shut the hell up about it. Any questions?â
Chatter amongst the crowd before the hero picked up. His self-assured, cocky attitude always made him media entertainment whether people admit it or not. A few hurt feelings sure did sell. The press could not help themselves. One woman decided to speak up.
âGreat Explosion Murder God Dynamite,â the female bowed before Katsuki in respect, âI am happy you are getting back to your hero duties, but I must know; is there any leads on where the missing woman, Y/L/N Y/N, can be?â
Katsukiâs grip on the podium became noticeably firmer as he stiffened. He wanted to blow the woman to ash. No one should have your name on their tongue. You should not even be a thought to anyone else but him.
Only him.
Katsuki did not mention your name on purpose. He was hoping his selfish ways will get the press more riled up about him that they forget all about you. Katsuki may not like the game, but he sure does play it well. When his ego speaks, the paparazzi take it and run.
This time, the game did not work. Doing the only logical thing he can think of, already way off script from before, he looks the reporter straight in the eye.
âSheâs deceased.â
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There's just something unbearably intimate and romantic about a lover helping you out of your makeup, your outside clothes. Putting your hair up and kissing your bare cheeks. Rubbing the soft indents your bra left on your skin. That whole song and dance, the costume you wear for the outside world, you don't need it here. Be comfortable, be loved, be naked.
âBe Still, Just for Meâ Bakugo X Reader, Ch. 1
Summary: Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. Heâs living his dream, soaking in all heâs ever wanted and worked for.Â
During the brief moment he letâs his guard down, everything changes.Â
Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, heâs forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist.Â
Chapter length: 14k words
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Cowritten and plot mapped by @rose-sparks13
This is the first chapter of this story! I hope you enjoy it! Updates will be irregular, but Iâm roughly going for an every-two-weeks type schedule. This story will be long with many chapters, so I hope youâre interested in sticking around for the ride!
Silence. The quiet stillness of early morning, sunlight streaming through the cracks in untouched curtains that swayed like slim tree branches beneath a gentle blow of air from the ceiling vent. The birds of early morning sunrise sang songs, eventually curtailed by the occasional roar of an engine as the routine of work roused residents within the building.
The covers on your bed were soft and wrinkled from daily use, the smell of detergent long-gone. You werenât supposed to wake up for another half hour, your internal clock used to the regular blaring of the alarm set on your phone sitting silently on the bedside table. Comfort and warmth kept you sleepingâŚuntil a loud thud literally rocked your bed, causing you to jolt awake.
âEhâŚwhat the fu-â You looked around and rubbed the sleep from your eyes and drool from the side of your mouth when, in your bleary vision, movement caught your eye. And loud, frustrated yelling filled your ears. Both combined made you still, having no clue what was happeningâŚor who was in your bedroom.
being told to take that cock while youâre pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause itâs not an ask or praise, itâs an outright demand. theyâre inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best
horny y/n jumping on bkg even though heâs exhausted from work and still helps her đ¤¤
i love goofy ideas like these. u WIN
you were the brave one today. working from home⌠all alone⌠unable to adjust to your lover not being around⌠even if he was at work and you planned for this weekday to be at home. especially when you heard him let himself into your apartment while you had to finish up a work call. it was the hastiest, a borderline unprofessional goodbye how you rushed to end the call because he was here finally.
you only saw him a few days ago after all.
stepping into your living room, bakugou katsuki is hard to miss. massive body sitting in the centre of your sofa, heâs got his head in his hands, elbows on his knees in silence, sporting a black hoodie and shorts.
âyou okay?â you ask, practically floating to stand in front of him, tugging his hand so he can uncover his face for you.
when he pulls away, looking up at you, your heart drops to your clit. in sickness or health, whatever words youâll be saying on your wedding day to this man⌠well, you get it now.
katsuki meets your eyes with these droopy ones, cushioned with two dark bags underneath them. to anyone else it looks like heâs gonna curse you out any second, his eyes are practically slits but you can note, itâs just tiredness, especially when he leans his head into your palm.
his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.
katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, ââm fine.â
next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.
âyou donât look it. you look like shit,â you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.
âyâgot a lisp now? you mean sexy?â he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.
your smile is apparent in your voice, âyouâve got this defeated look going on.â you bite down on your bottom lip, âit is a little sexy. maybe a lot.â
bakugou thinks heâs in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. youâre not joking at all actually.
that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.
âgimme a kiss,â he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.
itâs family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.
when you both pull away, youâre staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.
âyou didnât get all your eye stuff off,â you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.
bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didnât scrub.
âhow long have you been waitinâ for me?â
always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like youâve been caught out. âwell iâve been workingâ,â
âbaby,â he soothes, in that soft way like youâve done something silly and you wonât get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.
âsince the morning,â you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.
but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.
âhm,â he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.
hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. theyâre like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.
âwhat dâyou want?â he hums and youâre already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.
âkatsuki,â you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. âdonât ask me that.â
nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while youâre fighting your own internal battle.
âwhy not, baby?â
âyouâre tired from saving the city. iâm not going to make you have sex with me because iâm horny.â
bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and youâre completely reactive, arching your back into his face.
âyâthink i donât wanna love you?â
the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsukiâs big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, âdonât be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.â
bakugou chuckles, âon your knees. let me do it.â
âdidnât you have a long day today?â
he looks you in the eye, âthe fuckinâ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.â
âthen you need to sleep.â
âor i can have sex with my girlfriend.â
you have the audacity to look shy, knowing thereâs a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. âbut youâre exhausted.â
âbabygirl.â
âbabyboy.â
bakugou raises his eyebrows, âthatâs new. i dunno if i like that.â
you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. youâre delighted to find heâs sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.
you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugouâs eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.
âyouâre my baby and youâre my boy.â
bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. heâs got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.
âiâm your man.â
âfuck,â you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. âand youâre sure? not too tired?â
heâs uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.
âyou underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.â he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. âcould do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.â
referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.
âdonât be so cocky,â you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.
âtake him out then.â
âdonât him your dick.â
but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.
âyou love it.â
youâre nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriendâs chest.
âfuck me,â you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. âwanna feel you, âtsuki.â
though he stops you, hands on your hips.
âon your hand and knees, babygirl. like you want.â
thinking about when you first start sleeping over at your f/oâs place and leave things - a hair tie, a toothbrush, face cream theyâll use up, snacks only you like, the password to a streaming service you share on a sticky note, leftovers, and most importantly, your barely perceptible scent on their extra pillow
guys lmao guys lmao .. sharing a bed with your f/o .. being under the covers despite the sweltering heat outside. laying on your sides whilst his fingers stroke you open and yours wrap around his cock, thumb gliding through the slit on his tip. kissing but not quite, damp breaths and raw lips â eyes hazy and half lidded as you dare each other to cum first âŚ
when he looks at you really really softly, so soft that itâs almost startling n then presses down on the column of your throat or expanse of your tummy n tells you âthatâs how deep youâll take me.â
