part 2.5 of big dog owner katsuki part 3 coming soon (when i have the motivation) honey is a replacement for y/n cause i fucking hate writing y/n with a burning passion
Big man dynamight is scared. Scared to leave the car and enter the dog park with his, now annoyed and howling shiba, because he spotted you the second he pulled up to the small park. It was the pink of your jacket that caught his eyes, the bright pale rose stark against the darkness of late evening, and as he spotted your hair, then your face, it had his ass firmly planted in the seat of his car. He should not be this scared, he fights villains every day for fucks sake but all of a sudden the girl who rejected his blatant flirting is enough to have him shaking in his boots? Who is he? He should march right up to you and tell you exactly what he thinks of you! Rude, arrogant, and kinda bitchy woman who didn’t even thank him for saving you the other weekend. But that's not the part that stung, it was the brazen disregard for him and his attempt at flirting, his endeavour to neutralise the disdain and hopefully get another friendlier feeling to replace it.
Rude. Bitchy. Mean. Completely dismissive of him. So hot. Too hot. So alluringly captivating in the meanest way possible it had his body temperature spiking and his head all fuzzy.
Big man dynamite is whipped.
It’s too cold to be out. Way too fucking cold to be outside in the middle of the night (seven pm) in some fuckass dimly lit park (your local dog park). You should be in bed, cozied up with a hot chocolate and the latest episode of that horribly acted drama (you know the one) but you are first and foremost a dog mum, and it is your duty to provide enrichment to your pup so here you are, toes and fingers frozen, nose red and running but your pup is the happiest you’ve seen him in a while. He’s older, getting up there in years and while it is draining to come home from work and immediately go out again, his life is too short to miss out on fun because ‘mummy’s too tired from work’
The sound of the gate opening has your attention pulling from your dog running circles in the dew soaked grass. You know the drill.
Exit before there are any issues.
“I’ll be out in a sec, just lemme grab-” you look over to the fence and your blood begins to boil. “You.”
Bakugou Katsuki, as he so arrogantly introduced himself, stands in the smaller gated off area, his shiba in a perfect heel at his feet. Motherfucker even has his dog trained perfectly.
“You can go somewhere else, I'm not leaving.”
“Huh?” the blond shouts over. “It’s a public park, you can’t stop me from coming in.”
He jiggles the latch on the gate.
“Grab your little thing or chance it, but i’ve got just as much of a right to be here.” he fiddles with the gate latch again, giving you time to call your dog over.
He’s playing chicken. you’re sure of it. no way is a prohero going to chance a potential scandal at a dog park of all places but then again, he isn’t like other pros. ZERO media training (or maybe he’s had some and he just doesn’t give a fuck) and enough run is with the press to make whatever might happen here a regular tuesday in the office.
You stare him down, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, blood boiling.
He flicks the latch once more.
Your dog turns, eyes locked on the blond and his dog.
“Let us leave and then come in”
“Soybean!” you shout, tone high and happy as you jingle the lead. “Come on, angel, let’s go.”
You watch as your little furball turns their attention to you, eyes bright and excited at the mention of returning home. He bounds through the grass all thoughts of running up to a dog twice his size gone from his little pea brain as he siddles up to you, turning to the side for easier latching of the lead to his harness. You wonder about his past owners who had loved him enough to train him so well and how he had ended up in the shelter before you found him. Sweet, sweet little old man.
You can feel the weight of the prohero’s stare on your back as you bend to pick up your pup, the weight of him nothing in your arms as you begin to head for the other exit. A shiver runs the length of your skin, and you swear it's from the cold, and not from the intense gaze the blond has on you, his vermillion eyes following you every move until you are outside of the main park, firmly secured behind the safety of the fence, and only then does he walk through his gate.
“Hey,” you hear him call, voice carried away by the winter wind.
He tries again, and you ignore him once more,
But it's the third call that has you turning, standing from your crouched position after letting your dog back on the floor.
Bakugou balks, brows raising for a fraction of a second before he schools himself into neutrality.
“Honey,” you offer your name.
Bakugou’s furrowed brow softens. “Honey,” he repeats with a tone of warm greeting, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I want to introduce myself properly.”
You watch him walk closer, all pretence of prohero gone in the softness of the comfy clothes, the flattened hair, the gentle slope of a smirk gracing his perfect face.
Despite having your arms crossed across your chest and facial expression screaming “danger!beware! he approaches the fence without a hint of trepidation.
“I-“ he clears his throat, hand coming to rest on the metal between your bodies. “my name is-“
“Katsuki right?” you interject, pointing a manicured finger at him.
“You remember?” a smirk begins to round his cheeks. “Thought you mighta forgotten m-“
“Wanted to make sure I had the right hero when i made my complaint to the board.” a lie.
there’s no complaint. never has been, never will be.
You remember his name. remember him too well. the feel of his hard chest beneath your hand, the warmth of his ridiculously jacked body, the delicious smell of sugar that encompassed you as he lent into your space, fuck. no. not now!
Bakugou’s face drops, his brows furrowing.
“Complaint? I saved your ass! what’s there to complain about?” he points his finger at you, accusation and irritation in the gesture.
“The way you barked at me last week? or do you not remember?” you tilt your head, tonguing your cheek as you watch his jaw clench. “I don’t have an issue with dynamight, i have an issue with katsuki.”
“So you sent in a complaint instead of talking to me in person?”
“In the two conversations we’ve had, both times you’ve had a bad attitude and offered to fight, so yes. I did go to your bosses to complain,” you cross your arms over your chest, brows raising in challenge. “you might be a good hero but that doesn’t give you the right to act like a dick out of uniform.”
“You think i’m a good hero?”
Katsuki chuckles. “it’s the only point i care about.”
Your jaw clenches, skin heating with both irritation and attraction. god fucking damn this beautiful annoying fuck of a man.
“You’re an asshole, i hope you know that.” you seethe, willing the racing for your heart to steer away from desire and into rage.
Bakugou throws his head back with a laugh and you catch a glint of his teeth, the perfect canines glinting into the light. how good would they feel sinking into the nape of your neck, or the plush of your thigh? is he as rough as a fuck as he seems? no. NO!
“Ohh I know, sweetheart.” he swipes his tongue over hos teeth as if he had heard your thoughts.
“Don’t call me that.” you snap for no reason other than self preservation. “i have a name and you know it, so use it.”
Names are friendly. professional. there is no air of flirting or risk of attractive if he only called you by your name. a very smart, proper decision.
Vermillion eyes narrow at your tone.
“But can I call you?” the question confuses you.
“If you use my name, yes. i’m cant stop you but at least when you-“
“No, honey. can i call you?” his emphasis on the verb has your spine straightening.
He interrupts again. “i’m asking for your number.”
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