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[dynamightsgal]

sugar talking ft. pro hero! katsuki bakugo

it was the last night of your world tour.

you were tired and drained but pushed through when you could already hear your name being called throughout the stadium and traveled to your dressing room.

it had been a grueling couple of months, with endless stadiums, screaming fans crying when you began to sing their favorite songs, and sucking on cough drops any chance you got to preserve your angel like voice.

not that you weren’t incredibly grateful for your fanbase, whom managed to sell out every single stadium you had announced. it was a record that you know held and most certainly didn’t take for granted.

your hair stylist and make up artist worked together simultaneously that it was really impressive. their hands and bodies interweaving together to reach that perfect curl of your hair or the sharp edge of your eyeliner.

talking to you through the chaos was your manager and stage hand, navigating you through the show, what songs were cut and what songs were added to keep the audience engaged and happy. you wanted it to be bigger than the previous shows because this was the last one before a very much needed break from performing.

“these were brought in for you, miss.” one of your background dancers poked her head in with a giant flower arrangement with your favorite flowers in tact and a beautiful card attached.

have a great last show, sweets. wish i could be there. love you - k

pressing a soft kiss on the note which left a perfect replica of your lipstick, you got a sudden glow of inspiration for your upcoming performance. the smell of your boyfriend’s cologne which was imprinted on the paper was a reminder you would soon be wrapped in his arms once again.

“let’s do this.” you wink at your team.

you were at the second to last song of your setlist. the blinding lights of your stage was infatuating as you tried to regain your breath after the long belt you just sang.

“wow, you guys have been absolutely amazing.” you address your fans who were losing their minds, calling your name, taking videos, and holding out their light sticks. “it’s crowds like you guys that make me so sad that i am almost done with performing for a while.”

the crowd reacts to your sentiment with cheers and sobs, you have to remove your ear piece in order to hear them. you give a giggle while really embracing the love your fans were giving you, even if you have to step back from the limelight.

“alright, for this next one,” you sigh into the mic, “i’m gonna need you to grab your man or your lady, or hell, even your bestie! ‘cause this is ‘sugar talking’!”

it didn’t even take a second for the song title to escape your lips before the crowd erupts in intense screaming for the song. it was one of your most popular songs from your latest album, but what really drove the stadiums wild was the act you did for this specific song.

you would be in a nightgown inspired corset with a silk robe, the color changing for every show, to simulate intimacy and the backdrop would be a bedroom type setting. now for the best part, one of your male dancers would play the part of your devoted lover, desperate to be intimate with you even though the song wants him to drop the smooth talk. the both of you would get handsy, and the dancer would be on his knees for you while you tried to push him away but couldn’t resist.

it was a real crowd pleaser to say the least, especially with the attractive male dancer stealing the show.

put your loving where your mouth is, your sugar talking isn’t workin’ tonight….

you started singing and as you gazed toward the side of the stage where you scene parter would come from. but who you saw emerge from the dark, left you dumbfounded.

because your boyfriend of two years, who told you he couldn’t make it because of an overnight mission, pro hero, katsuki bakugo, walks over toward you in a nice suit and bouquet of flowers. you look down to the barricade where your crew were trying to hide their smiles from pulling off this gigantic surprise.

your fans were going wild at this point, millions upon millions of people screaming for katsuki, they were thinking he was just there as a surprise guest you hired for your last show. your boyfriend was the number five ranked pro hero and was definitely popular with your fanbase as well so it wasn’t surprising how they reacted.

the teeny tiny truth was, no one knew you were dating. you were both in the public eye and wanted to keep your relationship private for a good while.

put your loving where your mouth is, yeah your paragraphs mean shit to me. get your sorry ass to mine.

you quickly got into character to keep the facade that this was all going to plan, you urge him over with a quick roll of your finger and sly smile, still engaging with your audience by singing to them.

katsuki chuckles and goes along with it, he has seen your shows from backstage many, many times before to remember how this part of the show goes. he was never a big fan considering an attractive guy would always be touching you in a way only he could. but he was also not the type to get mad about it, in fact he was proud.

you were one of the most beautiful and talented artists on the planet, and he got to have you all to himself.

saying that you want me? boy, do you want a prize?

you act annoyed during the song from his supposed ‘begging’ as katsuki finally reached you. he lets his hands roam around your corset before brushing your hair from covering your neck. the feeling was so familiar that you couldn’t help yourself from flashing a smile and a giggle in the mic.

you tell me that you want me (want me)

you finally look at your boyfriend since he got on stage and gave him the softest ‘puppy dog’ eyes as you descend down to your knees. he goes down with you and attempts to kiss you but you push him back with your heel pressed on his chest.

but baby if you need me (need me)

the chemistry between you both was very intense that your fans were eating it up. and you had no idea your boyfriend, who was a no nonsense type of guy, would actually be good on stage.

put your loving where your mouth is…

you crawl over to one of the sections during the chorus but katsuki follows you and pulls you back to him, your faces so close to each other as your hand rests on his chest. you could feel his heart pounding, probably because of his nerves. he was never one to do something like this, so the fact that he stepped out of his comfort zone meant a lot to you.

grabbing his collar, it was you this time to lean in for a kiss and he reciprocated but you pull away again last minute. you start to move away but katsuki keeps you with him. he grabs your mic from your hands which surprised you and causes you to raise an eyebrow.

katsuki simply shrugs but keeps the mic close to your lips so you could continue singing.

“better keep singing, pretty girl.” he whispered lowly for only you both to hear. you lay down on your back and he keeps the mic on your lips, his body hovering over yours in a comprising position.

you know the parents that came with their kids were going to be pissed.

it’s verbatim what you said last week, it’s your seventh last chance, honey. get your sorry ass to mine.

you pull katsuki closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck. just enough to where your chests were pressed together. the song ends and you both lean in for a kiss but one of your stage hands covers the kiss with a poster saying ‘OOPS’ making the crowd cry out for more.

“what are you doing here?” you whisper harshly to bakugo when the song ends and the mics were muted for the transition.

bakugo smirks and gives you a soft kiss on the lips again, taking full advantage of the stadium lights going dark.

“you think i’d really miss your last show? no chance, sweets.” he chuckled before helping you up simultaneously when the lights go back on.

when the stadium comes alive again, you wave at your fans and then motion toward katsuki. “ladies and gentlemen, pro hero, great explosion murder god dynamight!”

everybody was now screaming for katsuki, there were fangirls sobbing down in the pit area with their cameras out. while the crowd was focusing on your boyfriend, his only focus was on you and you only.

bakugos_babe: um i can’t be the only one who saw something during that performance.

dynamightswife50: no fr it seemed a lil too real

username606: they’ve been running in the same circle for a while. wouldn’t be surprised if they’re together lowk

redriotsdreamgirl: LOOK AT HOW HE LOOKS AT HER UGH

[dynamightsgal]

“oh, dear diary…i met a boy…he made my doll heart light up with joy” ᢉ𐭩 MASTERLIST

“dear diary, i’m falling for katsuki bakugo”

being best friends with katsuki bakugo ᢉ𐭩 sfw

“see you again” ᢉ𐭩 sfw

“from the start” ᢉ𐭩 sfw

“short n’ sweet” ᢉ𐭩 sfw

princess treatment ᢉ𐭩 sfw

guard dogs ft. denki, eijiro & sero ᢉ𐭩 sfw

bedtime chronicles pt. 1 pt. 2 ᢉ𐭩 sfw

baby daddy chronicles ᢉ𐭩 sfw

study buddies ᢉ𐭩 sfw

birthday surprise ᢉ𐭩 sfw

using pro hero! katsuki bakugo to get out of a bad date ᢉ𐭩 sfw

katsuki bakugo is engaged to your sister in a quirk marriage but all he wants is you pt. 1 ᢉ𐭩 sfw

the morning after a ‘one night stand’ with pro hero! katsuki bakugo ᢉ𐭩 sfw

pro hero! katuski bakugo who gets offended when his spoiled girlfriend tries to pay ᢉ𐭩 sfw

being roommates with pro hero! katsuki bakugo and his friends ft. eijiro and denki ᢉ𐭩 sfw

pro hero! katsuki bakugo as your brother’s best friend ᢉ𐭩 sfw

pro hero! katsuki bakugo unveils your secret relationship with a petname ᢉ𐭩 sfw

your daughter’s first word ᢉ𐭩 sfw

being pro hero! katsuki bakugo’s pr manager ᢉ𐭩 sfw

katsuki bakugo is obsessed with the pretty girl in the support course who fixes his gauntlets ᢉ𐭩 sfw

valentine’s day with your best friend ᢉ𐭩 sfw

“dear diary, i’m falling for eijiro kirishima”

in which your boyfriend never fights with you ᢉ𐭩 sfw

[dynamightsgal]

valentine’s day with your best friend, pro hero! katsuki bakugo <3

you hated valentine’s day.

okay, hate was a strong word, you strongly, and passionately disliked valentine’s day.

mainly because it was a holiday centered around celebrating love with a significant other, and showboating your love in front of everyone.

and you were very much single.

dating sucked nowadays, guys just wanted to get into your pants and dip while you were still holding onto the idea of love as a hopeless romantic.

also you were desperately in love with your best friend. what? who said that?

but to your pleasant surprise, your friend group decided to celebrate an anti traditional valentine’s day by going to a popular club that night. which was exactly what you needed.

you were doing some final looks in the mirror, making sure your makeup and outfit looked good for the night. but thankfully you didn’t have the pressure in your stomach like when you were going on a first date.

a heavy knock was made on your apartment door, and you quickly throw your purse over your shoulder and rush over to open it.

it revealed your best friend, famous pro hero, katsuki bakugo, who was the designated driver for the evening. clearly not by his own accord.

“kats!” you greet him happily as he does a quick, nonchalant overview of your outfit.

you take his surprised expression and covering of his mouth to convey a cough as a joke, mainly because you rarely got dressed up for nights out. or he probably just didn’t like it.

“what?” you pout, “you don’t like my outfit? i wanted to do like a cupid-inspired look.”

katsuki looks away and shoves his hands in his pockets, almost angrily. “uh, you look fine. let’s go, i gotta pick the rest of the losers up.”

as you turn your back to lock your front door, katsuki mutters to himself that you couldn’t quite make out. once you turned back around, he makes you walk in front of him toward the parking garage where his expensive black sports car was sitting.

he nonchalantly opens the passenger door for you, an action he only reserved for you, and you routinely squeeze his arm as a thank you. not noticing how red his face gets when you do so.

once you’re inside and he begins to drive, you fiddle with the radio and from the amount of times you spent in his car, the bluetooth automatically connects to your phone, your playlist beginning to blast.

you look over to watch your best friend drive, and it physically pains you that he doesn’t have to try to look so damn hot. the way he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on his lap, you always imagined he would reach over and grab yours.

you also liked that when he reversed, he would put his hand on the back of your seat, making your heart pound unintentionally.

basically everything he did drove you wild, but alas he was forbidden fruit. your best friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

“i like your hair,” you comment while running a soft hand through it, making him stiffen up. “did you gel it?”

katsuki grips the wheel a little before attempting to answer coolly. “shitty hair left his hair gel at my place when he crashed after a stakeout. figured i’d use it.”

based on who was on the way, you picked up eijiro and mina first, sero sat in the middle, and denki and jirou lapped it to make everyone fit in the backseat. these were the vibes that madd you forget about the sadness of being single. your friends were making you laugh from the back, yelling over the deep bass of katsuki’s speakers.

“so y/n, any valentine proposals today?” denki asks with a sneaky smile, his hands on jirou’s waist to keep her steady. through the rear view, katsuki noticed him staring dead set on him as he asked the question.

‘i’ll kill you’ katsuki mouths but it went undetected by you.

you give a small shrug as you extend your legs over the dashboard. something you, as designated passenger princess, could only do. “maybe next year. i’m just happy to be out and not stuck at home crying over people’s instagram stories.”

mina giggles, “didn’t you spend valentine’s day with katsuki last year?”

you look at katsuki with a small blush on your face and he shares your expression. “it was just hanging out at his house as friends.”

“yeah, she made me watch all these shitty rom coms. i made fun of ‘em all night.” katsuki grumbles but still smiles at the memory.

you gasp and reach over to playfully swat his arm. “you liked the one with the princess and the knight! i remember you getting upset when you thought she was going to marry the prince.”

you and katsuki then entered your own little world, arguing and debating because neither of you wanted to be wrong.

“sweets, the prince was a douchebag. the knight was there for her since the beginnin’. why wouldn’t she choose him?”

sero coughs obnoxiously, “way to lay it on thick, dude.”

“fuck off.”

the club was crowded and the bar was bombarded with people. but all in all the vibe was really nice and exactly what you needed. you had too many valentine vodka drinks to count and both mina and jirou were right there with you. thankfully, the boys were there to keep you out of trouble.

but then they remembered katsuki was there to drive so eijiro and denki took advantage of it. sero was only a little more tipsy but he was able to stand on his own.

“how many did you have?” katsuki asks you genuinely when he noticed how you stumbled on your way back from the bar with yet another cocktail.

you tried to show him with your fingers but you just ended up being confused and probably threw up intelligible signs. katsuki chuckles at your flushed and frustrated drunk face.

“but they were so gooddddd, katsukiii.” you slurred your words but the tone you had when drawing his name out almost took him out. it was so needy and you reached out for him and only him. the pro hero in him was going absolutely crazy.

katsuki nods in understanding and keeps a hand on your lower back to keep you standing upright. “i bet, sweets. i don’t want you gettin’ all sick though.”

you shake your head profusely and hold on to him, your hands on his chest and scrunching up his shirt. “i won’t, i promiseeee. i pinky promise.” you giggle and lean in closer, katsuki turning red. “plus i have my strong hero to take care of me.”

it took all of his inner strength to not place soft kisses on your lips. but he couldn’t. he knew he couldn’t. you were drunk, you would have no way of consenting, and he would never put you in that position. no matter how much he cared for you.

“do you wanna spend the night, sweets? or do you want me to take you home?” katsuki asks you, brushing messy strands of hair away from your face.

you give him the biggest puppy dog eyes and nod slowly. “yes please, can i stay over? i don’t wanna go home, my apartment is so cold and lonely.”

before he could give you a definite yes, katsuki noticed denki and eijiro getting a little too rowdy, and figured he should check up on them. but he hated to leave you.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” katsuki tells you slowly so you could understand in your influenced state. “don’t go anywhere. i’ll get the dumbasses and then we’ll head home.”

you grab his arm and nod at him to show you would as he disappears in the crowd to go grab the rest of your friends. you waited patiently and even ordered some water to begin to sober up.

you wanted to remember everything with tonight and with katsuki so it would be best to get a clearer mind.

but you were glad you would be spending the night like you did more often than you admitted to others. it wasn’t like what it seemed, even though you wished it would be, it was more of a comfort. katsuki’s apartment just felt like home to you and he already moved his guest room around to adhere to you and your tastes only.

in his mind, you were the only person he’d want to stay there.

as you began to feel less nauseous, you noticed a guy, clearly drunk, walk over to you. his eyes were glassy but all over you, as you slowly walk away from him but remain in the same spot like katsuki asked of you.

“hey beautiful,” he calls out to you, hiccups and slurred words that made your stomach churn. “what idiot left you all by yourself?”

you gag, “my friend went to go round up the rest of my friends. he’ll be back in a minute.” you didn’t need to explain yourself but you thought it’d be better to bring up you weren’t alone.

“his loss, why don’t we go to the bathroom for more quiet time?” the guy offers and you give him the most unamused, disgusted face you have ever done.

“gross, i’d rather spend the night puking my guts out.” you sneer and attempt to walk away. you felt a pull on your arm and noticed the guy was squeezing you. “get off, jerk!”

he doesn’t let up, and before you could land a swing on him, he’s jerked back by katsuki who gives him a deadly glare.

“you wanna keep this arm? then get your weak ass pervert grip off of her or i’ll break it clean off.” katsuki threatens, continuing to twist the drink guy’s arm to add to the threat.

the guy smartly backs off and runs away into the crowd of the club, leaving you and katsuki alone with your friends in the distance walking over, all of them clearly out of it.

“you good?” katsuki asks, not caring that the worry was evident in his eyes.

“yeah,” you grab his arm as you led the way out of the club, ready to head back to his apartment and in your pajamas. “you took away my chance to punch a guy at a club though.”

katsuki laughs, “shit, my bad. next time, give me a signal, brave girl.”

the car ride home was more chaotic than the one heading over. the windows were open just in case any of your friends felt the need to throw up. you, on the other hand had started to sober up, thankfully.

“guys, i think my heart is in my hands.” denki calls out, burping every so often that it scared you both he would let it out in the car.

eijiro groans and the girls are passed out, asleep. “why is the car spinning?”

“you better not chuck it in my car.” katsuki seethes, through the rearview. but it was pointless, seeing as eijiro and denki would pass out and then wake back up.

“i’ll help you wash it out tomorrow, if they do.” you offer, squeezing katsuki’s arm. he nods, his non driving hand going into the center console, to rest. you quickly noticed.

“i think i met my wife in that club.” sero reminisced with sighing and then he would also knock out.

you giggle at him, “oh yeah? what was her name?”

“hell if i know.” sero admits, making both you and katsuki laugh.

you sigh when you noticed all of your friends had fallen asleep altogether. katsuki’s hand still remained in the center, basically begging to be touched. or was that in your head?

maybe it was still the little confidence of alcohol in your system, or maybe the magic and imagination of valentine’s day but you felt braver than you ever had in your years of friendship.

‘fuck it’ you scold yourself in your head, and you reach over to intertwine your fingers together. you waited a moment for any sort of negative reaction, maybe him retracting his hand back in disgust. but it never came.

in fact, he simply brought his arm over to where your intertwine hands sat in your lap, your other hand wrapping around his arm. you smile softly and he gives you a small one in return before focusing back on the road.

you dropped your friends one by one, with eijiro spending the night at mina’s and sero and jirou crashing at denki’s, making the drive much shorter.

once katsuki pulled into his fancy apartment, you felt at home. it didn’t take long for you to be let inside and quickly changing into one of your comfy pj sets that you left every so often.

when you walked back into the living room to say good night, katsuki was already on his couch, searching for something on the flat screen tv.

he turns to look at you. “you up for a shitty rom com?”

you bite your lip to hide your giant grin and happily jump on the spot beside him, his arms already wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.

“the princess and the knight one?” you ask, poking his cheek. katsuki couldn’t help but chuckle.

“whatever you want.” his fingers always typing out the title.

“happy valentine’s day, katsuki.” you whisper, but he still heard you.

“happy valentine’s day, sweets.” katsuki reciprocated.

it was safe to say you were no longer just friends, but that was a conversation for the morning.

you no longer found a need to hate valentine’s day.

and you would never have to worry about being alone on valentine’s day ever again.

[dynamightsgal]

katsuki bakugo is lowkey (high key) obsessed with the pretty girl in the support course that fixes his gauntlets <3

being in the support course was always hectic.

rushing to meet deadlines for projects based on your own inventions and designs, but also helping out those in the hero course because they were useless when it came to the field.

so when you were assigned katsuki bakugo as your hero student to assist with costume changes during the school year, you got a lot more than your bargained for.

but turns out, he wasn’t a bad guy.

he liked his things in a certain way, which you appreciated when it came to figuring out what he actually wanted. he would just tell you, no bull shit. made your job 100 times easier.

you liked being in the support course, and mechanics was your calling, your talent. it was nice being the people behind the scene, helping heroes in anyway you could to help others.

as you were fixing your latest project for your assignment due next week, you felt an eerie sense that someone was watching you. rolling your shoulder, you assumed it was just insomnia from being awake for days and barely any sleep. but when you hear a slight knock on the doorway, you almost dropped your tools.

“my bad,” bakugo coughs and stands awkwardly on the doorway, holding the giant gauntlets from his costume in his hands. they were dented, and smoke coming out signaling that it had seen better days.

you held in your chuckle as your clean up your station and hop off the table you were sitting on. “you know you don’t have to keep crushing your equipment to see me.” you cheekily say which causes bakugo to fluster up.

“what is this, the third time this week?” you add and place the blueprints on the bulletin board.

katsuki’s face turns red but quickly turns aggressive. “shut up! that’s not…i’m not….”

“i’m kidding, katsuki.” you roll your eyes playfully and motion him over toward the workshop table to set his heavy equipment down. he does so but drags his feet every few steps. “i don’t bite, dude.”

katsuki noticed how weird he was so he tried to nonchalantly takes a step back after handing over his gauntlets. you eye him carefully before setting your attention back on the project in front of you.

“what’s up with them now?” you genuinely ask, shallowly inspecting the equipment that you actually built for him.

“uh..” katsuki mutters before snapping himself back into reality. “the trigger. it’s not complyin’ with my quirk. when i try to set it off, it gets stuck.”

you nod while listening before rolling a nearby stool over for katsuki while you take a seat on your work bench. “sit, please. it might take a while.” you offer coolly, and take out your tools.

katsuki hesitates before you give him a weird glance and he suddenly sits down. he carefully watches you work as you take apart the end section of his gauntlet to access the trigger.

his eyes widen as he noticed just how quickly you could take apart such a heavy weighted machine like it was nothing. it honestly left katsuki impressed, he had to hit his chest to stop his heart from pounding so loud.

“found the problem!” you clap your hands in success.

katsuki looks at you dumbfounded, “already? it’s been like a minute.”

you give him such a confident look that always made him weak in the knees. “keep up. i’m a genius.”

he rolls his eyes before getting more comfortable and letting his head rest in the palm of his hand, waiting for you to explain. “smartass.” he quips and you lightly kick his leg with yours.

“you see this here?” you cue him in why offering the now revealing part of his gauntlet. you push your body and the grenade shaped gauntlet to the side, and you felt your shoulder hit katsuki’s. your eyes flicker up to meet his but instead of looking at his tool, he’s looking at you. “over here, katsuki.”

you giggle when you notice him turn red and draws his eyes back toward his gauntlet. “the hell am i lookin’ at?” he asks harshly, attitude coming back to normal. you push closer, and your bodies start to accommodate each other, his fitting perfectly beside yours, an arm reaching behind you to gain a more comfortable posture.

“all of the sweat that secretes from your quirk built up in the gun part of your gauntlet, causing the metal to rust. that’s why the trigger is jammed.” you explain while pointing out every section so he could be included.

but he wasn’t really paying attention to his stuff, all he could look at was you.

brilliant, sharp, and beautiful you.

once he heard the word ‘sweat’ katsuki gives a look of embarrassment when he realizes it was his sweat that made his equipment malfunction. and of course you, the girl he had such a hard time focusing when you were around, had to be the one to find it.

“damn…i didn’t know that could happen.” he admits, rather bashfully but you brush it off.

“it’s not a big deal.” you shrug and give him a sweet smile. “lots of costume malfunctions happen from quirks themselves. i’m glad i found the problem. now i know how to fix it.”

he noticed how close he was pushing himself besides you and checks his body quick, straightening up. you notice slightly but pay no mind, you didn’t want to draw attention to it.

“so i’ll have it ready by tomorrow.” you complete your examination and happily sit up on your work bench. “you can come by and pick it up then.”

katsuki narrows his eyes before standing up, “you better not mess up my gauntlet.” but his words carried no venom, in fact, it was almost described as amusement.

“please..i could deconstruct and recreate your gauntlet from scratch in five minutes.” you clap back with playful glare and sticking out of your tongue.

katsuki genuinely chuckles at your words and cannot deny that he found your confidence and the fact that he had no doubt that you genuinely could do it, very attractive.

“alright so tomorrow. if it ain’t ready by then…” katsuki walks backward toward the door with another silly threat.

you mock him with your hand, “yeah yeah, you know where to find me, katsuki.”

katsuki finally leaves and he wanted to slap himself for being such a wimp when it came to you. he couldn’t even look you in the eye for more than a second before turning red, let alone ask you on a date.

but he had tomorrow.

he could ask you out tomorrow.

and if not, he would just have to find an issue with another one of his costume equipment to bring to you.

[dynamightsgal]

in which your boyfriend never fights with you ft. pro hero! eijiro kirishima

you had always thought the louder you screamed, the more you cared about the relationship.

and it was all thanks to your ex.

you had become accustomed to screaming and fighting almost every night but you always aligned it to being passionate about the relationship, that it was a fight on who wanted to fix things more.

he would constantly pick a fight out of jealousy and assumed you would leave him, and you would match his anger when you had to work double time to defend yourself over false and foolish accusations.

but the next day? you would act as if nothing happened.

it was to a point that everyone in your inner circle begged you to leave him because it just wasn’t healthy.

so you did.

and then you met eijiro kirishima.

he was the complete opposite of your ex. he was patient and kind, and overall the most loving person you had ever encountered. he was a pro hero and a hot one at that, but he just had the biggest heart for those around him.

and you just happened to be the lucky girl who won said big heart.

so here you were, in a healthy, loving two year relationship with your live in boyfriend. but you always felt something was off.

kiri would never raise his voice at you. ever. not even in a bad mood or argument sort of way.

and it kind of bugged you.

did he not care about you enough to let his anger out and say what he really thought? did he not want to fight for the relationship at all?

it was a fucked up way to think, to everybody but yourself, but your ex had made it so normal, you had thought your relationship with the love of your life was doomed.

and that led you to here.

kiri had come home from an overnight patrol shift and was visibly very tired. you greeted him at the door in your pink ‘red riot’ pjs as a cheeky joke for him to which he enthusiastically responded to.

“hi baby.” you run a hand through his spiky red hair as his arms slowly engulf your waist, pulling your body as close to his as physically possible.

“missed you, pretty girl.” kiri mumbled through your hair to which he kissed multiple times.

as you let him get settled, you don’t remember what caused the problem. you just remembered a small fire growing in your stomach at the way kirishima reacted.

or under reacted.

“sweetheart, we’ll figure it out tomorrow. okay?” kirishima caressed your face like he always did. in that soft way that made you feel safe and warm, and how he looked at you as if you were the only person on earth. “i’m really tired.”

he starts to make his way toward your shared bedroom before you stop him.

“no kiri! i want to deal with it now. i can’t go to bed like this.” you run a frustrated hand through your hair and walk away from him.

you expected him to lose it, you were being difficult, you knew that. and as fights in the past had shown, he would surely have an urgency to yell, or throw something. but he never did.

he simply sits down on your couch and waits for you to sit beside him. “okay, let’s figure it out then. even if it takes us all night.”

you give him a bewildered look before slowly crying out. “what is wrong with you? i’m over here being so fucking difficult and you’re just normal!”

and still, kiri does not give you any kind of angered expression. he only wore one of pure concern and confusion.

“baby, what’s going on with you? you’re kinda scaring me, here.” kiri offers an empty chuckle as he desperately tries to get you to sit with him.

“you’re not yelling at me! i’m being so insensitive and keeping you from a long sleep which you deserve and you haven’t raised your voice at me once!” you say through tears and broken breaths. “we’ve been together for two years and yet i’m always the one expressing anger!”

“wait, wait, you’re mad at me because i won’t yell at you?” kiri asks but it was mostly for himself to understand just how to navigate your emotions and the situation he was in.

you just huff in frustration but you had no reason to be upset. but your pride and past kept you from acting rational.

at your words, eijiro senses the severity and gets up from the couch and walks toward you. he quickly grabs your hands and kneels in front of you.

“why do you want me to yell at you?” eijiro asks, sincerely and massages your hand with his. “i never would and never will. but why do you want me to?”

his actions made you sniffle and wipe your eyes. he was literally on his knees, trying to make things right on a problem that wasn’t his in the first place. he was too good to be true. and you did not deserve him.

“don’t you want to fight for our relationship?” you genuinely ask and your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “fight for me?”

he remembers the rants and stories from you and your friends on how your ex boyfriend would verbally abuse the hell out of you and you mistook that for deep rooted passion.

“angel, of course i do.” eijiro gets up from his knees and towers over you, hands finding your hips and squeezing gently. “but i can do that without disrespecting you by yelling at you. yes, i get frustrated sometimes, who doesn’t? but i can express that without screaming my head off at the girl whom i love more than anything. i will never take my anger out on you. or raise my voice at you.”

you hesitate to look at him, still arguing with yourself in your head that he should be yelling at you. you deserve it and if he loved you, he would express that with anger.

“look at me, pretty girl.” kiri says gently, and grabs your chin and picks your head up, making you look at him. “that’s not passion, and you never deserved to get treated like that. thankfully, i’m here to help you get rid of that mentality.”

“what about when you’re mad at me?” you ask through silent tears, your boyfriend’s touch remained on you.

eijiro simply chuckles and shakes your head. “i will never be mad at you. will i get frustrated or upset about a situation and it involves you? sure. but you will never catch me yelling at you or ignoring you instead of fixing the problem.”

fixing the problem. that was something that never crossed your mind when you were with your ex. the problems would never actually get solved, you would either make up or not talk to each other for several days before forgetting the initial problem altogether.

“i’m sorry,” you pout and kiri’s arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace as he peppers soft kisses on your hair. “i’m such a bitch. i don’t want to lose you, honestly. i love you so much.”

eijiro simply laughs but not to make fun of you. simply to ease the tension. “angel, you will never lose me. i’m here for the long haul. and from now on, we’re gonna talk things over when we either of us get frustrated.”

“your patience is attractive.” you whisper with a giggle.

kiri smirks before picking you up bridal style and walks over to your bedroom. “yeah, well when you’re best friends with katsuki bakugo, you need all the patience in the world.”

[dynamightsgal]

being pro hero! katsuki bakugo’s pr manager

“well if you want dynamight on the show, i’m afraid you’re gonna have to meet me halfway here.”

it was normal day at the office, phone calls coming in every half hour, papers needing signatures and sent away, assistants and interns barging in with some new assignment or question.

and here you were, right in the middle of it all.

you had been a public relations consultant for a couple of years until you landed the job of a lifetime. being the pro hero, great explosion god murder dynamight’s head public relations manager. you were in charge of everything regarding his public appearances, interviews, and so on. to land such a high position and with the top five ranked pro heroes in the industry was a high honor.

not something you took lightly either.

“elise, you know how my client is. if he’s not allowed to express at least one explicative, he’s not doing the show.” you argue with a talk show host who desperately wanted dynamight on as a guest the next day.

the other line went silent for a moment that you suspected she hung up after not getting you to budge but then you heard a sigh.

“fine, l/n. you got a deal. god, you’re such a hardass.” the talk show host sneakily replied

you smile confidently as your finger hovers over the ‘end call’ button. “that’s why they pay me the big bucks.”

*click*

with that, the phone call was completed and you could check off a finished task on your huge to-do list. you look over your hectic schedule, trying to complete the most urgent projects first so you could head home early for the day.

it was your four year anniversary with your boyfriend, a big milestone, so naturally you wanted to leave as early as you could to see him. he had taken the overnight shift just so he could get to you early and begin preparations.

you typed frantically, went back and forth from your office to the copier and completed more than half of the reports that you needed to submit by the end of the day.

“miss l/n, these came for you.” one of your assistants knocks on the doorframe. you look up at her and see the young girl struggle with a giant bouquet of white and red roses. you quickly aide her and guide them over toward your desk, the size overtaking your entire desk.

you take a look at the card and had to bite your lip from the school girl giggle that you wanted to express. they were from your boyfriend, and the inscription was cheeky but also sweet, wishing you a happy anniversary.

what a dork, you thought happily.

the next few hours came and went, and you were still trying to finish your giant workload in the next two hours. you looked up at the clock and noticed, you skipped through lunch.

it was a desperate attempt that you thought would help but you were getting hungry. shutting down your computer, you push yourself away from your desk and head over toward the office kitchen to grab a small something.

you pass by some of the interns who were clearly not doing work and didn’t notice you, one of the bosses, walking past them. not that you minded, if they wanted to come in on a saturday to finish their work, so be it. you would be in bed, hopefully naked, with your hot boyfriend.

“god, the boss is so hot.” one of the interns claim as she bites her lip.

the other scrunched up her nose, “the old one?”

“no!” the previous shrieks, “the pro hero boss. dynamight?”

“oh yeah.” a blonde one twirls her hair. “he’s so fine, he came in the other day to talk to the manager and i had to control myself.”

you smile in amusement as you overhear their conversation. your boss, katsuki bakugo, aka dynamight was an attractive man, and would always have the assistants and interns swooning over him. not that he ever paid them any mind, he never did, way too serious for that.

“you think he’s good in bed?”

“of course, a guy that looks like that? i bet he’s a sex god.”

“i’m so sure i can get him to ask me out.”

“no way, i hear he has a girlfriend.”

“hm i bet it’s nothing serious. he’s a pro hero, i’m sure he wants someone pretty and young. if i see him, i can get him on his knees.”

shutting the refrigerator after grabbing a yogurt, you walk over toward the group of girls thirsting over the pro hero.

“girls, i hardly think this is appropriate work conversation.” you raise an eyebrow as the interns quickly disperse and go back to their cubicles.

as you approached your giant office at the end of the hall, you noticed that more gifts had been placed all over your office. a giant arch with more of those gorgeous roses that you adored framed the entrance. a teddy bear with a small jewelry box in its stubby hands, and a neatly arranged takeout box from your absolute favorite restaurant.

if you had been in the comfort of your private apartment, you would be able to express the emotions that swelled your heart that had been stolen by your boyfriend. but you had a professional image to maintain, you could freak out later.

you tried to get more work done when you noticed the same interns from earlier gathered around one of the girls’ cubicles, probably to gossip some more. it would be rude to listen, if they weren’t being so damn loud.

“did you see the manager’s office? talk about overkill!” one spoke with a side eye toward your open door but you maintained concentration on your computer.

the other one narrowed her eyes with a snicker, “how much you want to bet she sent those to herself? she’s such a buzzkill who never lets us have fun. i doubt she has a man waiting for her. what guy would ever want that under him?”

the comments were annoying but you were a big girl, a soft sigh escaped your lips as you were on the home stretched of your workload before you could leave for the day.

you prepared yourself for more of the harsh words but they remained quiet as the air shifted in the office with the dinging of the elevator. the girls bit their lips and fixed their hair with the reflection on their cellphones. the rest of the office stiffened and remained hard at work with some of their mouths remained agape and in awe.

the curiosity got the best of you, so you pushed your chair from the desk and walked over toward the door to your office to get a better look. the sight caught you by surprise as you weren’t expecting your boss so soon, or ever. you could feel the migraine coming as he probably had an issue with an interview or something like that.

katsuki bakugo, or better known as great explosion murder god dynamight at the agency, had arrived at the office, hero uniform in tact, dirtied from a mission and that signature scowl on his face. if you didn’t know him, you would think you caught him on a bad day, but he was physically incapable of having any other expression.

but damn could he wear that expression really well.

you remained stoic as you watched him pass by every staff member that watched him in admiration or fear with his head held high. as he was approaching your office and therefore passing by the land of the clueless interns, one of them was shoved by her friend to where she stumbled right in front of him.

katsuki’s eyebrow raised in confusion and annoyance as she catches her balance. but she was bold, and grabs his bicep for assistance, the touch making him tense up in disgust. his face said it all, he was not sure why the hell she was touching him.

“can i help you?” he asks with a rude grunt and snatched his arm away from her grasp. the girl trembles but regains her composure, engaging in what appeared to be seduction tactics.

she flips her highlighted hair and offers a sultry smile with battwrijg her eyelashes. “mr. dynamight, sir, i just want to say i truly admire what you do. and it is an honor to work for such an incredible hero like you.”

you had to stifle your laugh to remain calm in your workplace but the girl was absolutely striking out and she had no idea. that stuff didn’t work on katsuki, and it actually made you feel kinda bad. if they weren’t so cocky about getting him to fall for them just hours ago.

but nonetheless, the second hand embarrassment continued. “and if you ever need the quality company of someone…special….” she traces his wrist with her manicured finger as he retracts his arm again. “i’d be happy to volunteer.”

her friends smiled and giggled in suspense as they had thought their friend had done it, she seduced the boss, just like she said she would.

katsuki noticed the giggles and then looks up to notice you eagerly enjoying the show while leaning against your office door frame. he rolls his eyes before focusing back on the foolish, confident intern.

“who the fuck are you?” katsuki finally speaks and looks down on her in complete annoyance.

“i..i’m emmy, an intern. you have to remember me, i introduced myself on my first day. we had a connection.” she babbles trying to maintain the image that was slowly fading away as her friends watched in amusement.

katsuki looks at her with the most bored look you could ever give a person. “who the fuck are you, actually? i have no idea who you are and why you’re even talkin’ to me. seriously, just go back to your little desk before i make the decision to fire you.”

the intern’s face was covered in red as she slowly walks back after being read to fiilth and being called out for her overconfidence. she had a sour look and it seemed as if she had never gone through the experience of rejection before.

there’s a first for everything.

what her intern friends whispered to her, you had no idea, because your boss had you in his sights and made his way over. god he was going to be in an even worse mood after that shit show.

“yeah?” you ask with a hint of a smile, still playing the little novela on repeat in your head.

katsuki takes you in before looking over your office. all of the gifts that engulfed your desk and pictures made him scoff in what could only be described as annoyance, but it wasn’t.

“i did a good job, didn’t i?” he comments with a small smirk in victory, the same one you fell in love with four years ago.

the boast was not silent and was heard throughout the office, your coworkers and subordinates were shocked but none dared to say a word.

you shrug nonchalantly, “the flowers were a nice touch but i think you hit your peak on our third year.”

katsuki genuinely laughs at your retort and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, while also hiding a quick grab of your butt, something he did when he really missed you.

“get your stuff, we’re leavin’. i’ve had enough of this weird ass office.” katsuki was already grabbing your jacket and slinging your work bag over your shoulder so you basically only grabbed your small lunch bag that coincidentally he also bought you. “got us a table at that restaurant you’ve always wanted to try.”

you smile in admiration as you close the door to your office. katsuki places his hand on the lower part of your back and guides you forward, a comforting touch he’s always done even before you were dating.

“i also booked you that interview on that popular show,” you brought up in excitement as you walked. “and you get at least one curse word, uncensored.”

katsuki smiles at your face and just how dedicated you were to not only him but your job. you knew him so well, better than anyone else. “that’s my girl.”

you pass by the group of interns from before who now just examined you in awe. they couldn’t believe their stick in the mud boss that they gossiped so much about, bagged the hottest and most desirable pro hero. you were their hero.

“girls, i expect you to come in on saturday to finish those reports that you all seemed to forget about on account of the events from…earlier.” you motion toward the one intern that flirted with your boyfriend who couldn’t even meet your eyes but she nods nonetheless.

katsuki doesn’t even pay them attention before leading you toward the elevator and away from all of those inquisitive eyes that were glued to your now uncovered relationship.

“told you the interns had a thing for you.” you cheekingly bring up as you press the button for the parking garage.

“fuckin’ nobodies. thinkin’ they got a chance when i got the most perfect woman already.” katsuki grabs you and pulls you to his chest where your hands rest.

you jokingly pout your pretty lips out that he loved so much. katsuki had to physically restrain himself from taking you right there in the elevator. “so you wouldn’t trade me in for a pretty, young intern?”

the question was so foolish in his mind that it barely made an impression. you were his world, his everything. that beautiful pr consultant that changed his life when you came in for your first day.

“fuck no.” katsuki coldly laughs and presses kisses all over your neck. “one more year, i’m puttin’ a giant diamond ring on that finger of yours.”

[dynamightsgal]

your daughter’s first word w/ pro hero! katsuki bakugo <3

katsuki bakugo felt like the luckiest man in the world.

he was at the top of his game and profession, ranked in the top five of all pro heroes in japan. he got to marry the love of his life, the most admired, gorgeous, and coveted girl in all of u.a. and then became the father of the most beautiful little girl in the entire world.

not too shabby.

but life as a pro hero was complicated.

after you had your daughter, his hours had changed and he began to get home in unreliable hours, sometimes in the morning or deep into the night. which left absolutely no time for him to spend time or even see his daughter because she was always asleep.

you had understood of course, being a pro hero yourself, now on a lengthy maternity leave, you didn’t blame your husband for his job. but your baby girl couldn’t understand why her daddy would leave so much. she always cried when he left.

katsuki’s heart would break when she would reach out for him on the rare time he left at a reasonable time. or when he heard her babbles through the phone as he called may times throughout the day to check on his girls. she would definitely be a mommy’s girl at this rate with the amount of time you spent together.

and that kinda made him jealous.

not that he would admit. but when you found out you were expecting a baby girl, he envisioned her being attached at the hip to him. a little mini him to love him unconditionally, and always want him. if there was a problem, her daddy would fix it. if she was crying through the night, she would reach out for her daddy.

so when she turned one and you both were waiting patiently for her to finally express her first word. katsuki automatically assumed the honor would go to you.

not that it was a bad thing of course, you were an incredible mother, but parts of him desperately wanted his daughter to think of him.

“ma-ma.” you enunciated throughly as you were feeding your daughter her morning oats. she had already mushed up oats all over her face and bib that was covering the pink outfit her auntie mina had gotten her. her chubby little hands continued to hit the tray of her high chair as she continued to babble utter nonsense.

katsuki was in the kitchen, cooking you both breakfast, as he finally acquired the rare day off and it happened to be a saturday which was even better. he smiles at her giggles as he begins to plate your food.

“relax, baby. she’s with you all day, everyday, it’s gonna come out eventually.” katsuki playfully rolled his eyes as he walks over, plates in hand, toward the dining table.

you stick your tongue out at your husband but you couldn’t help but notice the slight dip in his voice. “i know but she’s one. her first words should come out already.”

katsuki chuckles as he takes the seat next to you, waiting for your daughter to finish eating so you could both eat together. “stop reading that stupid book my mom gave you. she’s healthy, and beautiful, she’s fine. she’ll talk when she wants to.”

“i guess,” you hum in response and begin to wipe your daughter’s messy mouth with a cloth and turn her high chair to face katsuki while you proceeded to clean her area up.

once she caught eyes with your husband, her babbles became louder, feet kicking more frantically, and hands waving all around.

katsuki genuinely smiled at his daughter and makes silly faces that always made her laugh. she does but then, out of nowhere, her baby talk turn into something else.

“pa…” she repeats over and over again. you had gone to the kitchen to wash her bowl so it was only katsuki and your daughter at the table.

“what are you trying to say, angel baby?” katsuki asks your daughter with the cute nickname he bestowed upon her when she was born.

your daughter repeats the syllables until she makes eye contact with her dad again. “papa.” she says in the cutest voice, blissfully unaware that she just stopped her father’s heart.

bakugo almost flipped the table right then and there. but he stopped himself, his chair knocking backwards instead for how quickly he stood up.

“did you just…” he asks, running a shaking hand through his hair. his heart began to beat hard. he must’ve been dreaming. he had to have been. no way that was her first word.

“babe? you okay?” you ask your husband in worry as the sound of the fallen chair made you walk over to the table.

katsuki looks at you and you swore you could see tears in the corner of his eyes. “she…she said her first word.”

you froze before turning your head to look at your daughter, who continued to bounce happily in her high chair.

“what?!” you shriek and kneel beside the chair and caress your baby’s head. she sensed your excitement and matched your enthusiasm. “can you say it again for mama? please, my love.”

when your daughter didn’t repeat it at first, katsuki couldn’t help but frown. but after a couple of minutes went by and she remained silent, his heart sank. maybe he did imagine it, maybe he wanted it so bad that it simply was a figment of his imagination. or maybe he was working way too many 48 hour shifts.

your expression saddens but you kiss your daughter’s head nonetheless.

“sorry, i guess it was a false alarm.” katsuki mutters but you quickly grasp his bicep and hug it tight. you knew how bad he wanted to be here when it happened, and you had hoped she would say it again.

“she’s probably just being shy. she’ll say it again.” you reassure him as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“i’ll go warm up your breakfast. it got cold.” he says softly while placing a soft tap on your butt, garnering a light gasp from you, but you couldn’t help but blush. at least he was back to being himself.

when your daughter notices katsuki gathering your plate and turning his back to leave, she begins to cry at the top of her lungs, the biggest shriek she had ever let escape. her arms were being raised toward the sky.

“love?” you quickly ran over to try and get her out of the high chair but she paid no mind to you. her eyes were glued on your husband.

“papa! papa!” she says through her cries and your hands fly to your mouth in surprise. you turn toward your husband who stood in shock for a moment but on instinct, placed your plate back on the table and rushed over to his baby girl to remove her from the high chair.

“papa’s here, angel baby. don’t worry.” just like magic, at the soothing sound of her father’s voice that was strictly reserved for her and her mama, and katsuki’s grip pulling her into his arms, your daughter calms down in an instant.

he rocks her gently against his chest and she grips his shirt tightly as if trying to prevent him from going. your eyes water at the sight and your heart melts, you place a soft hand on your daughter’s back as she rubs her face against katsuki’s shirt.

“oh my baby girl just wanted her daddy, huh?” you softly ask her, and as if to answer, she continued to lay her head on katsuki’s chest, his hand staying firmly on her head.

“i was her first word.” katsuki finally says in a whisper and with a tone of unbelief. “i was so sure it would be you. i mean you get to be with her at all times, i hardly see her anymore.”

you shake your head and run your hand though your husband’s blonde hair. “honey, that doesn’t matter. she always looks at you as if you hung the moon. when i leave the news on and you’re on the headlines, she screams when she sees your picture.”

katsuki was so obsessed with the fact that in his absence, his daughter didn’t really know him or form an attachment. but the absence made your daughter love him even more. she would giggle when you unlocked your phone and she saw your lock screen which was you and your husband’s wedding portrait. she would clap and make so much noise seeing him on a screen after being on the news for a rescue. at the sound of his voice over the phone, she couldn’t sit still, happily babbling to get his attention.

she was a daddy’s girl, no matter what.

katsuki sniffles and you could finally see clearly the tears slightly coming in the corner of his eyes. but you didn’t tease or even point it out, you only hugged his torso as he rocked your baby girl to sleep. he deserved this, and it made you emotional that he got to witness the moment for himself.

“i’m taking time off,” katsuki announced abruptly, causing you to break away.

“babe?” you tilt your head in confusion.

he shakes his head and holds your daughter tighter, “i want to be here for more of these moments. her first steps, everything. if i’m her first word, i’m gonna work my ass off to live up to that honor.”

you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling but you couldn’t help it, you were being selfish and definitely wanted him home more often. “if that’s what you wanna do, babe. i won’t mind having you home more. i’ve missed my handsome husband.”

katsuki leans in to give you a loving kiss. the one that always leaves nerves in your stomach. he never stopped kissing you like that.

“then maybe we can work on having another one.” he offers and you give him a side glance but when you don’t object, a small smirk creeps on his face.

yeah, he was the luckiest man in the world.

[dynamightsgal]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo unveils your secret relationship with a blurt of a petname <3

you were currently sandwiched in between your former classmates, now fellow pro heroes, bakugo and kirishima for a class 1-a reunion interview.

it had been an innocent interview with fans phoning in from time to time with questions, some relevant, and others more intimate than you had thought but it was going rather smoothly.

you had complimented your fellow heroes on their accomplishments in the professional world and handled every question with dignity and poise, something your fans had expected.

the same couldn’t be said for your co-hero, katsuki bakugo who was fuming right beside you at the line of questioning aimed toward him.

“now dynamight, why do you feel the need to verbally escalate with your fans when they approach you in public?” the interviewer asks, seeming confused but she knew what she was doing. they always did, trying to get a rise out of him.

bakugo stiffens from beside you and it took every physical restraint in you to not reach out and grab his hand soothingly. it was instinct but you controlled it.

he shakes his head before answering. “why do these so-called fans always feel the need to crowd me with stupid phones and papers to autograph when i’m in the middle of saving people, huh?!”

he was all bark, and all bite.

kiri chuckles from behind his palm because everyone knew his demeanor. but he also couldn’t blame katsuki, people were always pushing his buttons waiting for him to explode for their amusement and reactions.

some fans.

you clear your throat and the camera turns toward you again. “i think what my colleague means and he brings up a good point. is while we appreciate our fans and their support, there also must be a good boundary and balance from when we are working in the field.”

the interviewer claps at your clarification and so does the live studio audience but bakugo continues to scowl.

“oh, but ‘cause she says it all pretty-like, she gets the applause.” katsuki grumbled and you laugh at how his face contorts to a childish pout.

kirishima obnoxiously claps louder to piss his best friend off. “she is incredible, isn’t she? we love y/n.”

the crowd agrees by chanting your name and following it with cheers and applause, causing you to turn red at the praise and cover your cheeks. bakugo glared at kirishima but fans noticed how he does clap at the mention of you along with the crowd.

“speaking of y/n…” the interviewer discards her talking cards and leans in. “word on the street is you’ve got a beau who is a handsome model! can you add any comment to this rumor?”

the blatant lie in the rumor made you giggle but the crowd and interviewer mistook it for nervousness, meaning truth.

“who is it?!”

“spill!”

the crowd yells from different parts and you grew uneasy.

“i don’t really like to comment on my personal life.” you quickly say and try to dismiss the line of questioning but it only made your audience want more.

“i have sources saying they saw you both at a wedding together, getting quite comfortable.” the interviewer winks at the audience, “then retreat to the same hotel suite. can you give us an insight on the bedroom scene?”

the quick turn of the questions left you burning and before you or kiri could intervene, katsuki stands up and in the process, his chair falls back with a loud thud, capturing the studio in silence.

“how fuckin’ low can you be, askin’ her questions like that?” katsuki motions toward the host with a heated glare and pointed mannerisms.

they would definitely have to bleep things out in post.

“mr. dynamight…” the host tries to imteeject but katsuki waves her off.

he points toward her and you swore you could see sparks coming out of his hands. “nah fuck that, she’s a pro hero, savin’ all of your lives, putting hers on the line and all you care about is who she’s bangin’?”

you stand up and put a hand on his chest, “katsuki, stop. it’s okay. it was a joke of a question.”

katsuki cools a little when he sees you but you could tell he was still a little heated. “no sweetheart, it’s not fuckin’ okay and i…”

your eyes widen when he said it and so did kirishima’s. the host quickly catches on and so does the audience.

katsuki bakugo called you sweetheart.

the pro hero who would never be caught dead calling someone that.

yet here he was and it didn’t go unnoticed just how calm he got when you touched him.

“well, at least the secret’s out?” kirishima offers weakly as the crowd is still stunned. you and katsuki give him a glare as he retracts back to his seat.

safe to say the interview still aired, and went viral, of course.

your pr teams were gonna have a field day.

mrs.dynamight451: OMG KATSUKI X Y/N CONFIRMED??!

iluvy/n202: IT WAS SO OBVIOUS!!!

dyamightssidehoe: UGH WORST DAY OF MY LIFE (they are cute tho)

y/nswifeeeee: ofc he would wife her up!! y/n is a goddess and ranked number 3 HELLO????

this is a lil short and sweet work while i try to organize my page and start working on my longer works and pt. 2 of previous ones!

[dynamightsgal]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo as your brother’s best friend

brother’s best friend katsuki bakugo who knows you’re completely off limits according to the unspoken guy rule but knew he just had to find someway to get close to you. your brother wouldn’t mind, right?

brother’s best friend katsuki bakugo who helped you with studying, alone, in your room when your brother wasn’t home and couldn’t help but sneak a peek every so often at your tiny pink shorts that rode up just right when you cheered about getting a topic down.

“you okay, kats? you look lightheaded.” you ask him worriedly when you noticed his attention trailed from your textbook to elsewhere.

“it’s nothin’ sweets, just hot in here.” katsuki quickly covers with the nickname he’s always had for you.

brother’s best friend katsuki bakugo who cooks for you, any and all of your favorite things, after school at your house while you both wait for your brother to come home from work. he tried to impress you with complicated techniques and felt his stomach clench when you smiled at him in admiration.

“you’re really good at that, katsuki!” you beamed with a blink of those pretty lashes of yours that would’ve made him cook you a five course meal if you asked.

brother’s best friend katsuki bakugo who allowed you to be the only person to initiate physical contact with him. like playing around with his hair, letting him carry you up the stairs when you were tired, and hopping on his back for piggy back rides.

“i’m tired.” you pout after a movie night with you squished in the middle of your brother and katsuki. it was the fifth movie they had put on and you were practically passing out on katsuki’s shoulder.

your brother quickly dismissed you and assumed katsuki would do the same but his eyes remained on you. “then go to bed!” he waves you off with an annoyed tone as if you were ruining the night.

that was your brother for you.

you roll your eyes but before you could push yourself off the couch, katsuki scoops you up into his arms bridal style and makes his way up the staircase, towards your bedroom.

“dude you don’t have to do that, she’s just being a brat.” your brother calls out from below.

katsuki just shrugs and it’s all worth it when he sees you curled up into his chest, the comforting warmth making you knock right out. he wants to kiss your forehead but knows he’d completely step over a boundary if he did. letting this moment last as long as it could.

brother’s best friend katsuki bakugo who tried to hide his frustration when you tell both him and your brother about having a date that night.

“who the fuck is this guy?” katsuki bluntly asks after you had announced it with a beautiful smile that he wanted only for himself.

you give him a weird look and a head tilt. “it’s this guy from class, kats. he’s nice. he just asked me out for some pizza.”

your brother nudged katsuki with a side eye. “why do you care so much anyway?”

to give an impression of being aloof, katsuki scoffed and shrugs. “just makin’ sure he’s not a fuckin’ creep or something. it’s my job.”

both you and your brother look at him, confused before he clears his throat.

“i’m a pro hero, ya dumbasses!”

brother’s best friend katsuki bakugo who was the first person you called, not your brother, when the date went absolutely wrong.

without hesitation, he picked you up in less than five minutes and your heart calmed down when you saw his sporty black car pull into the parking lot.

as he drove you back to your house, he listened intently as you recalled how awful the date was. how the guy was rude and obnoxious and kept touching you when you kept pushing him away. katsuki’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel in anger as you went on with your story.

he should’ve been there, he could’ve smelled that creep from a mile away and took him out in less than a five seconds for even attempting to touch you. he clearly wasn’t worthy of your time, no one was.

“kats? are you listening?” you touch his arm that was on the steering wheel to snap him back to reality.

he freezes before letting his hand fall from the steering wheel and into yours, only driving with one hand now. “yeah i’m here. just sucks about your date, sweets. you deserve everythin’. you deserve a guy who’ll do anythin’ for ‘ya, you know?”

his eyes kept moving from the road to meet yours and you seemed to realize what he was saying. at least you hoped that’s what he was saying.

“pull over.” you suddenly demand.

it catches katsuki off guard and his hand stirs in your hand. “what? sweets, we’re almost—“

you say it more sternly this time. “i said pull over, katsuki!”

at the seriousness in your tone, he does as he’s told and pulls over toward one of the quiet streets not too far from your house. it was late and the streetlights weren’t too bright to where it was annoying.

thank god for tinted windows.

because without thinking to hold you back, you quickly climb into katsuki’s lap and straddle him. he’s taken aback but doesn’t pull away when your crash your lips on his. instead, without breaking the kiss, he pulls his seat back to where you weren’t hitting the steering wheel anymore. the kiss was hungry, messy, and seemed to convey the frustrations you both had kept secret.

you had wanted katsuki the minute your brother brought him over for the first time. his harsh demeanor made you squeeze your thighs together, the way he doted on you caused a shock of excitement in your stomach but you figured it would remain unrequited as he would only see you as his best friend’s little sister.

you were pitifully grinding against him, as he does the same, bucking his hips up every so often to release some kind of pressure.

“he’s gonna fuckin’ kill us, sweets.” katsuki mutters between kisses, his grip was so tight and mean on your hips.

you smile devilishly against his lips as your manicured hands found its way to pull on his hair, causing groans from katsuki that you only imagined in your dreams.

“fine,” you give him a pout and another grind of your hips. “we’ll stop, i’ll just wait til i meet someo-“

katsuki didn’t let you finish your sentence before pushing you back into him and his lips, beginning to unbutton your shirt.

“don’t fuckin’ think about it, sweets. you’re my girl.” katsuki leaves soft but firm kisses on your neck, knowing it would leave marks. he wanted that. “you have been, since we met.”

his possessiveness was your downfall, causing that electricity in your stomach again as you felt the exact same way, taking off his black compression shirt and leaving your own love bites to let his little fan girls know he’s yours.

and as the windows began to fog up and the actions turned more and more explicit, both of your phones vibrated but you didn’t care to answer.

you knew who it was.

5 missed calls from big bro <3

[dynamightsgal]

being roommates with pro hero! katsuki bakugo and his friends

“guys come on! toilet seat, i almost fell in there.” you exit the bathroom as your three guy roommates were lounging on the couch, watching news outlets for crime reports.

denki peers up from his phone as he was in a fetal position. “y/n, it’s literally impossible for me to remember that when i wake up at like three in the morning to piss.”

“it’s not that hard! you’re already facing the damn seat, just drop it!” you nag, throwing a nearby sofa pillow at him.

living with three guys who happened to be close friends and pro heroes at that, was most certainly not on your life plan.

but when you’re a broke college student whom so happened to see the vague ad on social about a nice loft apartment with three roommates for a good price, it sounded too good to be true. and it was.

not that the boys weren’t respectful about you being a girl and making sure you were comfortable, or thoughtful like always bringing heavy groceries home after a long patrol so you wouldn’t have to carry things late at night.

it’s just, bakugo, kirishima, and kaminari had a very loud and chaotic friendship. they’ve known each other since high school and literally survived a war together, and yet still ended up wresting in the living room because they couldn’t decide what to grab for dinner.

kaminari was a very chill and happy go lucky guy that always kept you laughing. you bonded over music and cheesy romcoms that the other boys pretended they hated, but still watched behind the couch during movie night. he always came to you when it involved girl drama with his on-again, off-again girlfriend, jirou.

kirishima was a total sweetheart. always picking up around the house just to keep your hectic mind at ease. he liked taking you out on friend dates when you were feeling down about a failed relationship, which they’ve seen all of them. and he was really a very close friend at this point.

they kept your life chaotic and fun for sure.

now bakugo, your relationship was very, hard to describe. you got along pretty well, living together and all, but you just couldn’t put your finger on what you two had. it could be described as a friendship sure, like he was always there to help you cram for an exam as he was smart as shit. he picked you up from your campus with no hesitation when you had late night classes so you wouldn’t have to walk home, and cooked your favorite things for dinner while you were busy doing homework or playing with the guys.

but then there were moments when it was just the two of you, and it felt…. strange. you got nervous all of a sudden, and when you walked past each other around the place and your hands brushed, butterflies swarmed your stomach. you summed it down to it just being plain old attraction, because he was the most hottest guy you’ve ever seen. but that’s all it could be.

you were roommates and could be nothing more. if it becomes something more, that’s when awkwardness sets in and someone has to move out. and since you were basically the odd one out, it would be you and you could not afford that right now.

“shit! it’s eight, we gotta go!” kiri curses after he noticed the time on his phone. the three men were off on an early morning patrol this time instead of their usual night shifts which meant they would be gone all day.

kaminari looks at you while you were preparing your breakfast in the kitchen. “we should be back later tonight.” he addresses you as you nod in understanding. “but call us if you need anything.”

the perk of having pro heroes as roommates was that you always had a sense of security in your home. when they could just electrocute, pummel, and explode someone just by touching you or looking at you weird, you definitely felt safe.

you wave their worries but kept it to heart. “yes, yes i know the drill.”

bakugo finally addressed you as he finished putting on his hero uniform. “you just got class today?”

“yeah, afternoon lecture.” you shrug then you remembered something. “oh! i’m also having company over tonight. just letting y’all know for no surprises.”

kiri raised an eyebrow, “company? as in that kind of company?”

at the insinuation of more than friendly relations, bakugo tenses up and looks at you with an unreadable expression. kaminari notices and smirks.

“oooh, is this a sock on the door type situation?” denki asks with a humorous grin.

as your roommates, they took the responsibility of knowing every single one of your friends just so they could keep an eye on who you were hanging out with and if they were bad news. but when it came to dating, they tended to be a little more protective over who you brought to the house.

you shake your head as you begin plating your eggs and toast. “ew no. it’s just a guy from my class. we’re gonna work on our final project.”

bakugo narrows his eyes but maintains his composure. “he a creep or what?”

you smile softly at katsuki’s line of questioning but nonchalantly begin to eat your breakfast on your kitchen island. “no kats, he’s normal. we’ll only be like two hours, tops. now go save the world and all that stuff, don’t worry about lil ‘ol me!”

denki and kirishima seem convinced enough to where they each gave you a side hug goodbye before walking out the door, waiting for bakugo outside.

when you notice bakugo’s hesitation to leave, you get up from the stool you were sitting on and walk over toward him, something hidden behind your back.

“i’ll be okay, kats. i’m a big girl, i can handle myself.” you reassure your roommate who still wasn’t convinced. you finally show him what you were hiding which was a small bag with lunch that you specially made early in the morning and attached was a small little message you wrote. “here, it’s your favorite.”

his eyes widen at the gesture but doesn’t react like a normal person would. but you knew he appreciated it, in his own little bakugo way.

“call if anything, yeah?” he grunts but his eyes remained on yours, stoic and serious.

you drop the playful act and nod in understanding to ease him. “yes, yes. i’ll call my big, scary, guard dogs if i need help, now go!” you push his chest and he only gives you a nod before following after his friends.

“i’m serious, y/n, i don’t care what it is.” katsuki gives a final warning as you roll your eyes.

“someone could be getting robbed right now, great explosion murder god dynamight!” you used his entire hero name and close the front door after him, and you lock it shut immediately. the boys never leave the front unless they hear the lock and you’re safe.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

the day came and went and was exactly like you had planned. your afternoon lecture went smoothly and your professor let you out a half hour early which was great because you were planning on cooking dinner for the boys for when they got home from patrol. now it just gave you more time to do that.

on your way home you stopped by the grocery store near your apartment to grab things for dinner. you were excited, you loved cooking for the boys and they most certainly appreciated it after a grueling work mission they usually had. as you gathered the final things, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

it was bakugo which made you smile.

grenade launcher <3 : you make it to class okay?

you : yesss ofc :) my prof let us out early so i’m out buying groceries

grenade launcher <3 : thanks for the lunch. it was decent

you : oh? just decent? i poured my blood sweat and tears into that meal! i’m cooking only for denki and kiri now

grenade launcher <3 : oh really?

you : yeah starve :p

you : oop gotta go! i’m next in line at the register

grenade launcher <3 : get home safe yeah? don’t be a dumbass and just walk into traffic

you : awww look at you caring about me ;)

grenade launcher <3 : we need you alive for the rent

you : you love me shut up! anyway have a good patrollll <3 don’t kill anyone with explosions!

the walk back home was nice and you got a great head start on dinner which made you even happier. before you even knew it, it was five o’ clock and your classmate should be here any minute.

with that thought, a knock was heard on your front door. you quickly put the fire down on the stove and wash your hands in the sink before walking over to look in the keyhole. you see your classmate awkwardly waiting and let him in.

“sorry for the heat, just cooking dinner.” you sheepishly say, locking the door behind him and walking him over toward the living room.

he shakes his head and chuckles, “no worries. thanks for offering to use your place for the project.”

“of course!” you smile and offer him a seat on the couch. “i figured we could use the space.”

your classmate places the project materials on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa before looking around. “wow, it’s just you here? really nice place!”

you nod in agreement about your apartment before correcting him. “oh no, i have three roommates.” grabbing a framed picture that was sitting on the table beside the couch, you showed it to him.

the picture was a nice memory as it was you and the boys at a theme park. denki took the selfie as kirishima stood beside him, you and bakugo were on the other side, him looking unamused and you smiling brightly, your arm around his.

“three guys? woah, they must like that huh?” your classmate jokes.

you place a hair behind your ear as you laugh. “it’s not like that, they’re my best friends. they’re actually pro heroes. so they’re all on patrol right now.”

“no way.” your classmate looks closer before widening his eyes in amazement. “wait! i totally know these guys! they’re from that famous class from u.a high school! man, i’m a big fan.”

“yeah they’re pretty cool, if anything i’m the lucky one.” you smile before placing the frame back where it belonged. “so! should we get started?”

you both worked on the project together as you were on your laptop and he was writing things down. you occasionally got up every now and then to check on dinner. and every time you did, unbeknownst to you, your classmate kept scooting over to where he would be closer to you. finally, it seemed as if the project was wrapping up as you both finished your sections.

“and that looks like the end!” you clap happily as you put the finishing touches on your presentation portion.

your classmate agrees. sitting closer to you on the sofa.

“perfect. i’m glad i got you as a partner. you made it fun!” he smiled at you, quietly moving even closer toward you.

you didn’t notice as you shut your laptop down and closed it. “me too. that was so easy. and it looks like we’re done.”

not that you wanted to be rude, but you were kinda tired and the last thing you wanted was to think about schoolwork anymore. besides, the boys would be home soon and you really wanted dinner to be ready for them.

“yeah.” your classmate hesitated and you tried to motion toward his things so he could take a hint.

you cough before rubbing your hands on your legs, “well it was really nice working with you, i’ll see you on monday for the presentation.” when he still wouldn’t move, you continue, “i’m so sorry but i kinda gotta work on dinner before my roommates come home.”

your classmate shrugs, “i just thought we could hang out a little more, seems like i can only see you in class.”

you raise an eyebrow and finally notice how close the guy was to you now. “yeah, that’s how college works. but you can head out now.” your tone a little more level than before.

he just chuckles before grabbing your hand, “isn’t that why you invited me over? your roommates are gone, you didn’t just want to do the project.”

you snatch your hand away and glare at him. “don’t touch me, i actually did, now i’m asking you to leave my apartment please.”

“come on, i think you’re hot, i know you think im hot, so why don’t we take advantage of your empty space?” he attempts to hover over you and kiss you and you slap him across the face.

you try to push him off of you but he held his grip over the sofa. you kicked, screamed and scratched until you finally felt his weight off of your chest after what seemed like hours. you allowed yourself to open your eyes.

your classmate was on the floor and you see blurry figures from your tears was standing over him. you wipe your eyes to get a better look and you finally saw bakugo, kiri, and denki over your classmate. kaminari pinned the guy’s arms behind his back, pushing until he screamed out as kirishima kept his knee on his legs to stop him from kicking. on the floor next to them were takeout bags from your favorite restaurant.

they had come early and were planning on surprising you with dinner. if it had been just a normal night, you would’ve cried by how thoughtful they were. but instead it was tainted.

katsuki breathes heavily before grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt and pulling him up, his feet lifting off the ground.

“you try to touch her like that in my fuckin’ house?” katsuki yells at your classmate who was practically shitting his pants.

as your classmate refuses to answer, kaminari tightens his hold and if you didn’t stop him, he would’ve electrocuted him.

“how dare you put your hands on her.” denki lowered his voice to a tone you’ve never heard from him before.

“denki, kats, stop, just let him go. he’s not worth it.” you insist, the last thing you needed were your roommates to get involved in a public beating. not good for their image.

“taking advantage of a young woman like that is not fucking manly, you asshole.” kirishima yells as he kicks the guy in his legs, earning a cry from your classmate.

katsuki leans in towards him and his voice was filled with utter hatred. “if i see you anywhere near her, you piece of shit, i’m hittin’ you so damn hard your dick is gonna be in your throat, got it?”

he doesn’t even wait for the guy to answer, just throws him harshly on the ground. the guy scrambles in tears and runs out of your apartment, the door already open from when the boys came in.

in an instant, katsuki rushed over to you, your body still frozen on the couch. he tried to examine you for injuries, hands moving your head “i should’ve broken his fuckin’ jaw, i swear.”

“i’m okay, he didn’t touch me.” you assure him, placing your hand over his.

kaminari and kirishima observed you both before excusing themselves. “we’ll go make sure that loser actually leaves.”

kiri takes one last look before leaving, “you sure you’re okay, y/n?” but he knew you were in good hands with katsuki. plus it seemed like you needed your alone time.

you nod and give him a small smile. “i’m good, kats is here with me. thank you guys.”

once they both left, katsuki looks back over at you, his hand never leaving the side of your face.

“i should’ve been here, none of this would’ve happened. that lowlife would’ve been five feet away from you at all times.” katsuki mutters but you smile at his presence.

“kats, you couldn’t have predicted this. hell, even i thought he was harmless.” you shrug.

your roommate gets up from the floor and sits down next to you, your bodies resting by each other. you laid down in a comfortable position on his chest as his hands played with your hair, offering more comfort.

“you guys were home early.” you finally say after a few minutes of silence to compose yourself. but you were safe now. you push yourself off of bakugo’s chest to look at him.

katsuki doesn’t let you completely off of him though, worried that if he let you go, something bad might happen again. “yeah, i told kiri and denki that i wanted to check up on you since you were alone with this guy, so we got off early and wanted to grab you dinner.”

and you thanked everything, every star that made them come home early.

“well your intuition was right.” you chuckle with no humor. your head quickly snaps toward the kitchen. “shit! dinner!”

katsuki keeps you from going, pulling you down. “you had some lowlife try to touch you and you’re worried about dinner?”

“well yeah, what will you and the boys eat? it’s on the floor and ruined.” you genuinely ask with a sad pout and bakugo could swear he saw stars on how badly he wanted to kiss you. his sweet roommate that he wanted but figured he could never have.

in the first time in a while, katsuki chuckled. genuinely chuckled. “you’re somethin’ else, i swear. don’t worry about dinner, we can order more takeout.”

you smile at the sound of his chuckle. something in you, in the deepest part of you, filled your head up with courage and you took bakugo’s hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

and to your relief, he doesn’t pull away, just squeezes your hand.

“thank you, for being here.” you mutter.

katsuki only nods and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “you know i’m takin’ you to school for now on right?hell, i’ll even get dunce face and shitty hair to go too.”

you giggle at the image. “wow, just what i need, my own secret service.”

“yeah well, you’re worth it.”

it slipped so effortlessly out of bakugo’s mouth that he didn’t even have a moment to think before he spoke. your cheeks flush and katsuki tried to avoid your eyes in embarrassment.

“i mean,” you shrug and move his face to meet your glance again, “i have to agree, i am precious cargo, come on.”

bakugo scoffs and rolls his eyes but lets a small smile rest on his face. he pushes you playfully, “way to ruin the moment, dumbass.”

you smile and before thinking you instinctively press your lips onto bakugo’s. at the moment, it felt right and you weren’t thinking of repercussions that this might bring, or losing him as a roommate. you’ve been wanting to do this since you’ve moved in.

instead of pushing you away, katsuki brings you closer to where you’re on his lap, hands pressed on his chest, not breaking the kiss but deepening it. you both didn’t want to pull away but you knew that denki and kiri would be back soon.

but of course, when you finally break apart from each other, your arms still entangled, you hear sounds of clapping and obnoxious fake crying that turned both of your heads toward the front door. denki and kirishima stood there, and just watched you two with shit eating grins.

“i told you they’d realize it on their own.” denki shoves kirishima, motioning toward your and bakugo’s position and your intertwining hands.

“yeah yeah, i’ll do the dishes for the week.” kiri pushes him more harshly. then he turns toward both of you, “you know we gotta have a roommate meeting about this, right?”

[dynamightsgal]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo who gets offended when his spoiled girlfriend tries to pay

you didn’t think you would ever meet a guy who would put up with your spoiled, princess nonsense.

your parents gave you everything you wanted and needed when you were growing up. but you always thought you would grow out of it, or more so, there would never be someone out there to meet your lifestyle.

then you met katsuki bakugo.

he was rough, rude, abrasive and like a grenade ready to be set off at any moment. not what you had imagined as a boyfriend when you were growing up.

but what most people didn’t see was that he was also doting, loving, and so obsessed with you it was like he was a completely different person. the moment he saw you, he had to have you.

and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want the pro hero as bad as he did right when you locked eyes in the line of a local cafe.

not to mention when he noticed you were used to the finer things, he caught on quickly and spoiled you absolutely rotten.

it started with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers sent to your apartment every week so that your vase was never empty, with a sweet message on a notecard.

after it was cooking for you every single time you had a dinner date at his apartment, and gradually grew to keeping an entire girly dresser at his place for when you slept over so you could feel at home.

bakugo insisted on driving you everywhere and take you on the most spontaneous shopping trips. never leaving until you picked something from every single store you wanted to visit.

then it became a big, beautiful diamond on your finger as a promise ring on your one year anniversary to which he promised he would replace with an engagement ring soon.

safe to say, katsuki bakugo loved you, his beautiful but spoiled princess of a girlfriend.

but a comment made to you by one of your coworkers had you rethinking everything.

“that poor guy is gonna be broke soon because of you.” she mentioned with no hint of amusement. you look down at your coffee with a worried face and deep down, you felt like shit.

you felt like a leech, like a gold digger, and now that someone else poked holes into your loving relationship, it was making you over think everything.

but you didn’t mean for katsuki to spend so much on you. and you most definitely didn’t want to drain him. you were absolutely obsessed with your boyfriend and he could’ve been broke yet you still would be madly in love with him. bakugo was everything you ever dreamed about.

they didn’t know about the quiet and private moments you both had. the dates where you both just ordered take out and chilled in your pjs, pulling an all nighter, watching his favorite movies. or when you visited his parents, whom adored you, and every time was spent with you entertaining his mom, or helping his dad in the kitchen while you make him laugh with stories.

or the nights where he walked into your apartment all bloodied from a difficult and long hero mission and you had to patch him up. you cooked his favorite food, cuddled with him and talked the night away because he could only sleep with you beside him and your voice in the background.

but even after everything, that one comment was stuck in your head.

you didn’t deserve a guy like him.

so that’s what led you to the present.

katsuki had picked you up from work and treated you to a nice dinner, despite your objections and telling him that you would be happy to just eat at home. he acted like he didn’t hear them.

after the dinner, he takes you to your favorite store where on the mannequin, in the glass display, was the coat you had been wanting for months. you always pointed it out on commercials and magazines, to which you boyfriend quickly took notice of.

“it’s the brown one right, sweets?” katsuki asks you as he was in the middle of telling an associate to bring out the coat. you slowly nod, a guilty look pressed on your face.

you wanted to stop him, and kept pulling on his arm to exit the store but obviously your muscled pro hero boyfriend was much stronger than you.

as the associate places the coat in the store’s nice gift box, you kept playing with your nail as you see the final price plastered on the pin pad. your eyes widen and you notice katsuki nonchalantly reaching for his wallet in his jacket pocket, the number not even phasing him.

you nudge him with your hip so he’s knocked off balance and take out your own little wallet, which ironically bakugo bought you with the matching purse, and remove your credit card, easing toward the pad.

you feel your boyfriend stiffen and slap your hand away, “the fuck you think you’re doin’, woman?”

you pout, “baby, this coat is way too much, and you already paid for dinner. i can get it. i’m the one who’s gonna wear it anyway.”

bakugo scoffs and has a pure look of offense on his face that was actually so adorable. he was genuinely pissed that you dared to take your card out. and you knew that the cashier was probably feeling awkward as hell.

“i don’t care if i already paid for dinner. you’ve been wantin’ this coat since forever. i’m gettin’ it for you.” he pushes your hands away from the pin pad like a little kid.

“no! i can pay for things! i don’t want you going broke over me!” you roll your eyes.

bakugo looks over at the associate who just stood there. he pins your arms down on the counter and taps his card on the screen, the pad making a small noise signaling it was approved. you deflate as the box was placed in the shopping bag and your boyfriend takes it quickly. his hand still on yours, he pulls you out of the store.

as you approached his car, he opens the passenger door for you, and you slowly get in, bag in hand. he slams the door and quickly gets into the driver’s seat. his hands go on the steering wheel like muscle memory as you both sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

“baby..” you start as you technically did cause a little scene in the store, though it wasn’t intentional.

katsuki shakes his head. “what the fuck was that?”

“i’m sorry, it’s just, i feel bad that you’re constantly paying for me. i’m like bleeding you dry.”

“bleedin’ me dry? baby, i’ve always paid for you. where the fuck is this comin’ from?” katsuki turns to face you, and there was no smiling, just genuine concern.

you tuck your head down and play with a strand of your hair. “a girl at work said that you’re gonna go broke because of me and it made me feel like shit. like i don’t want you to think i’m a brat that just wants your money.”

your boyfriend hums. “let me guess, that stupid receptionist?”

you nod.

he mirrors your nod but then ponders for a minute.

katsuki rolled his eyes at how stupid your coworker was but lets out a little chuckle. “i mean you are a brat. but you’re my brat.” he takes your hand in his, intertwining it over the console.

“kats…” you whine at the nickname as it was only proving your point. his thumb softly caressed the back of your hand.

“i know you’re not some girl who’s only interested in my money. you’re my girl. the one who’s been there for me through so much shit and you’re the most loyal person i know. i know i’m not the easiest boyfriend there is and yet you still love me and look at me like i’m worth somethin’. i buy you things because i can afford it and a girl like you deserves to be taken care of. i fuckin’ love you, sweets, that’s why i buy you everythin’”

his words, his expression, his touch. all of it overwhelmed you to the point where you teared up a little. katsuki was a man of few words sometimes, but to you, his words made you melt and feel like the most special girl in the world.

“i love you.” you whisper before kissing him deeply. you had to retract quickly before it ended up moving to the back seat. which was always fun, but he had a big bed for that. something you would take advantage of later.

katsuki kissed your lips one more time before turning the key and starting the ignition. his hand remaining firmly on your thigh as the other stayed on the wheel to drive.

“i love you too, sweets. but next time you stop me from buyin’ you something or listen to that stupid ass receptionist, i’m bitin’ your arm off.” katsuki warns you and squeezes your though.

you giggle and happily admire the bag in which your gorgeous designer coat was being held in. “thank you for my coat, kats.” you tap your chin before hugging his arm as he continued driving. “do you think you could buy me the matching heels at that giant department store in the mall, baby?”

katsuki just chuckles before quickly entering the mall onto the gps, his arm going back onto your thigh. “whatever you want, sweets.”

[dynamightsgal]

the morning after a ‘one night stand’ with pro! hero katsuki bakugo

this wasn’t normal for you.

one night stands weren’t really your thing. but last night seemed to be the exception.

it was a girls night, or at least it was supposed to be. your best friends were running late while you were at the bar, alone for several hours. then you got the annoying text about a rain check, leaving you to look like a loser with no friends at a crowded bar on a friday night.

but you decided to make the most of it. you would’ve called an uber anyway, so why not have fun? you ordered several drinks that tasted too sweet but went down super easy. the music and dj were very lively that you just had to let your hair down and dance.

hell, you even made up for the lack of friends by meeting other people on the dance floor that seemed like a good time. they were all close knit friends that had mentioned they had know each other since high school. their jokes and vibe were so infectious, it was hard not to enjoy their company.

after you approached the bar for the third time, you noticed an attractive blonde man talking to the group of friends you had just bonded with. he kept pushing the man with red hair away from his face after he seemed way too intoxicated.

you giggled at their interaction that it ripped the blonde man’s attention from his friend toward you. he took you in, and noticed that his friends were all over you, begging and pulling your arm to get you to dance with them. your head was feeling fuzzy so were feeling tipsy.

he happened to be your savior as he, tipsy as well, maneuvers his drunk friends away from you so you could catch some air. that’s what started what felt like such a long conversation.

he was so handsome and one thing led to another…

so that’s what led you to wake up in someone’s bed in the morning, blankets and comforter covering your bare chest and you were only in your lacey underwear. you turn toward the side and see the side profile of the guy from the bar, his are chest slowly rising as he was still asleep.

you look down and noticed that his arm was wrapped around you, you both were entangled with each other. a soft blush crept on your face at the intimate moment and you bite your lip.

but then you turn concerned. what do you do now? this was foreign to you, did you have to leave since you were the first one up and it was his apartment you ended up in? do you wake up him and ask him for a ride home?

your mind was racing, half with anxiety and half with the remnants of a hangover. you look over toward the dresser on the side of the bedroom and noticed your clothes were thrown over the mirror. your phone was on the nightstand and vibrated every couple of minutes.

you slowly turn your body to check and noticed you had several missed calls and texts. mostly from your friends wondering where you were. considering that they ditched you last night, it would be funny to keep them in suspense for a couple more hours.

now back to your current predicament. safest bet was to just carefully remove the grip he had on you and just gather your things quietly. maybe it was best if you just left before he woke up. avoided any awkwardness or questions about what the hell this meant.

which sucked.

you actually kinda liked him. he was grumpy at first sure, but after all that he was a pretty cool guy. hot as hell of course, and most definitely the best sex you’ve had in a long ass time.

as you softly remove his arm away from your body, you quickly freeze when he slowly stirs from the touch. that was your sign to quickly grab your things and get the hell out of there. before you could even get out of the bed though, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and your breath hitched.

“you leavin’?” his gruff morning voice asks and you turn your head to face him. you give a small nod but you don’t leave just yet.

“i just…” you start to find the words, “i didn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

he chuckles before intertwining your hand with his. “what? you married or somethin’?”

“ew, no.” you scrunch up your nose and he laughs softly at your expression. “i mean not that marriage is bad, it’s just. i wouldn’t do this if i was married. hell, i don’t even do this, at all.”

your honest answer makes him sit up, the blanket falling toward his hips, showcasing a glimpse of his hipbone, signaling he was full on naked.

he nods but keeps your hands together. “me neither. last night was the first.”

“same here.” you agree and smile while he runs his finger against the back of your hand. “was it good? for you.”

he raised an eyebrow and noticed how intrigued you were in his answer. “it was alright i guess.”

you gasp and hit his chest. “asshole!”

he catches your arm as you tried to hit him again and pulls you on top of him. you straddle his waist as he places messy hairs away from your face.

“chill, sweets. it was more than good. really good, actually.”

you smile confidently and toss your hair. “i’m glad you thought so. you were alright, i guess.”

he pushes your body away and you land back on the side of the bed with a giggle.

“so,” you rest yourself up by your arm, “this might be embarrassing, but i’m kinda blanking on your name right now.”

crazy how you seemed to be comfortable with your one night stand and yet you didn’t even remember his damn name. very lame.

he doesn’t seem to take offense though, just answers your question nonchalantly. “katsuki. katsuki bakugo.”

your cheeks flare up and your hands fly toward your lips. “katsuki bakugo, as in the fucking pro hero?!”

“oh, you’ve heard of me?”

grabbing the pillow near you and chucking it at his head, you were internally freaking out. you had slept with the number five pro hero.

“yes, dumbass! oh my god, you’re like on the news all the time! i didn’t even recognize you without the mask and outfit.” you wanted to knock your head off by slamming it into a wall or something. how could you be so stupid.

katsuki shrugs and catches the thrown pillow. “figured you just didnt know me or just didn’t care. either way, i respected it.”

“i wouldn’t have thrown myself at you if i had known.” you meekly reply, hugging your knees towards your openly bare chest. “i’m not like a stalker, fan girl.”

“oh i know you aren’t. i can actually stand you.” katsuki counters. finally getting off of his bed and throwing on nearby boxers and pajama pants on.

following his lead, you find your discarded bra on the floor and proceed to put it on. you had no other option but to find your club shirt you had on the other night but katsuki stops you.

he holds his hand up and looks through one of his drawers. he finally picks out a shirt of his and walks over toward you. katsuki offers it to you coolly.

“oh, you don’t have to, i can wear what i brought.” you quickly decline but he insists.

“that shirt doesn’t look comfortable. here, just wear it.” he practically shoves the shirt over your head. the move makes you giggle and swat his hands away, finishing pouring the shirt on yourself.

you blush. “thanks, so” you awkwardly look around as you both were just staring at each other in the middle of his gigantic bedroom. “what do we do know? as i mentioned, i’m kinda a newbie to the whole one night stand thing.”

katsuki rolls his eyes but lets a smile creep up. “first off, don’t call it a one night stand, i hate that shit. second, i’m makin’ breakfast, you comin’?”

it was more of a push than an invitation, and before you could even come up with a response, katsuki was already walking toward the kitchen. you think for a second about your situation, and what could possibly be the right move.

but you would be stupid to not have breakfast with a hot pro hero you were kinda crushing on?

you follow behind after grabbing your phone and noticed katsuki turning on the stove as the living room tv was playing the news on low volume like white noise. you carefully take in the nice apartment, obviously because of his profession, he could afford a fancy place like this. you take a seat on the kitchen island where you had a perfect view of the pro hero’s back muscles as he cracked some eggs.

“what’s it like being a pro hero?” you start the conversation as you quickly text your girlfriends that you were fine and would catch them up another day.

katsuki shrugs, never taking his eyes from the stove as he grabbed spices from a nearby cabinet. “intense? i guess. i mean i’m usually workin’ from night til’ dawn then get a couple hours of sleep, then head to trainin’.”

all of it sounded exhausting as you winced. “don’t you ever get a break?”

“eh, sometimes. last night was my first break in months.” he recalls. “for all of us actually.”

all of us? you then remembered he wasn’t alone at the bar that night. he was surrounded by a group of friends, and by how hard they partied, it made sense that was their first day off in a while.

“ah yes your friends.” you recount with a smile. “the blonde guy kept challenging me to a twerk off.”

katsuki groans and slaps his forehead. “fucking charger, i swear.”

you laugh at the nickname and play with your fingers, trying to figure out what else to say.

“must be hard to have a social life, huh.” you comment with a sad expression.

but katsuki remained expressionless and went back to focusing on cooking. “was never really important to me.”

the scent of eggs filled the kitchen as you decided to hop off the stool and make your way towards him. he turned to look at you.

hair still effortlessly pretty from the night before, his shirt fitting you a little big and yet he could still see your figure, and your pink panties peeking out ever so slightly every time you raised your arms.

you were perfect. beautiful. when he saw you at the bar, for the first time in his entire life, he could say he was smitten. he must’ve made a tipsy comment toward kirishima or something to make them befriend you and push you toward him.

he was actually kinda glad if that’s how it happened.

but the scary part was, he didn’t want it to end. usually in movies and stories from others, a one night stand was always meant to end and the two never see each other again.

katsuki, surprisingly, didn’t want that.

“so no girlfriend?” you cheekingly ask, snapping him back to reality.

he smirks and lifts your chin up with his finger. “you think i’d sleep with you if i did?”

you turn red at the implication and retract. “no of course not! i was just curious.”

you help him plate the delicious looking spread he whipped up rather quickly and sat next to each other effortlessly without another word.

“so no boyfriend then?” katsuki speaks first and you poke your food with your fork.

shaking your head, you take a big bite of the eggs and instantly fell in love.

“nope, never met the right guy.” you quickly say.

thank god, katsuki thinks.

the breakfast conversation was nice and light, more of getting to know each other before it settled into comforting silence. you finished your breakfast first and thanked him for the delicious food. katsuki finishes right after and proceeds to take your plate into the sink.

after breakfast was done, you realized there was nothing really keeping you in katsuki’s apartment anymore. and yet, you didn’t want to leave.

he was nice company to have and you would be lying if you said you were a little disappointed there was no continuation of the previous night.

“well, i guess i should get going then.” you declare with a small hint of hesitation. but you didn’t want to seem desperate. for all you knew, katsuki was just being polite and now wanted you the hell out of his home.

as you proceed to gather your things, katsuki slowly trailed behind you like a shadow. he finally rests his body against the bedroom doorframe, watching you.

“i can drive you home.” he offers, you take it as him just being nice.

you shake your head. “no please, you’ve done more than enough. thank you. i don’t want to keep you from anything.”

“you’re not.” katsuki insists but your internal dialogue was not allowing you to bother this nice, attractive pro hero.

“but i am, you’re a busy pro hero, you don’t have time for this, and you can just forget about me and this tomorrow…”

he cuts off your spiraling by pressing his lips against yours. the impact surprised you that you fell backwards onto his bed, with his body on top of yours.

your hands found their way instinctively in his hair, practically pushing his face towards yours. his hands were on your waist, going under his shirt and playing around with your lacy bra.

it had only been a night and it was supposed to be one and done.

but you wanted katsuki, you craved him. the thought of going your separate ways and then seeing him on the news with another girl made you sick.

finally, you both pull away, your heavy breathing mirroring his.

“was that a goodbye kiss?” you joke as katsuki genuinely chuckles.

“nah, it’s a ‘stay and let me take you on a date’ kiss.” he confidently says.

before you could say yes, a heavy knock hits his front door as you both look at each other curiously.

katsuki waits for a second, hoping it was just a package delivery or something but when another, quicker knock came forward, he groans. he pulls you up with him and walks over toward the door.

“this better be good.” he growls as he opens the door and there stood the blonde guy from last night with a nervous grin.

“hey kachaan!” he greeted with a voice crack. “just came to see if you were as hungover as me and kiri. you weren’t answering your phone.”

katsuki massages his forehead at his friend, his other hand still holding yours as you slowly hid behind the door.

“i’m busy.” katsuki mutters through gritted teeth. his face made you giggle.

kaminari quickly took notice of the female laugh heard from inside and gives katsuki an evil grin.

“you got company, bakugo? you sly dog!” he slaps katsuki’s chest. “alas, i wish it was that girl i was dancing with last night. she was so pretty and nice and fun, and you clearly liked her and…”

at your description, katsuki pushes open the door wider revealing you, flushed face with katsuki’s shirt over your body. once kaminari sees you, you give him a sheepish grin and wave.

“hi, we haven’t formerly met, i’m y/n.”

you extend your hand to shake his but kaminari’s eyes go wide before he sprints down toward the end of the hallway where it seemed more of katsuki’s friends were waiting.

“guys! he got her! they slept together! she’s in his apartment! operation: get katsuki his dream girl is completed!” he screams at the top of his lungs.

“are they always like that?” you ask katsuki through fits of giggles.

katsuki sighs in defeat and smiles. “yeah, get used to it, sweets. i ain’t letting a girl like you get away.”

[dynamightsgal]

katsuki bakugo is engaged to your sister in a quirk marriage but all he wants is you (pt. 1)

the first time you met katsuki bakugo was the also the moment you despised him.

you, along with your sister were presented to him and his family in order to configure a proposal to satisfy elder politicians. he, with his powerful explosion quirk, and you two with your rare quirk passed onto you from your parents.

quirk marriages had grown popular over the years and only the highest of the upper class had the privilege of marrying into influential families to preserve their future bloodline. it was demeaning but wasn’t going away any time soon.

the bakugos were influential in the world of design, so with their wealth and their son being blessed with a formidable gift, all eyes were on them. thus, it seemed natural to find him a suitable bride to carry grandchildren of a great wealth and carry on the bakugo name.

you wore your best dress passed onto you by your mother, and your sister had worn a gown specially designed to entrance the future groom. you had no intention of making the guy fall for you, in fact you tried to look as disinterested as possible so he could overlook you.

your sister, on the other hand, tried her damn hardest to impress him. when introduced, she smiled politely, giggled at throwaway jokes, and didn’t dare turn her eyes away from him.

as your father approached you, you could feel the bakugo son’s eyes scanning you as if you were a cattle up for auction. you kept your lips pursed, as your eyes stared off in the distance, never daring to meet his.

“and this is my younger daughter, y/n,” your father introduced you and katsuki extends his hand for a handshake, or so you thought. as you lifted your hand to greet him, his fingers found your chin and lifted your face to get a better look.

“and her quirk?” katsuki finally speaks up to address your father, not acknowledging that you were there even as he had your face in his hands.

your father nods in your direction, “the same as her sister’s but not as powerful, i must admit,”

with a harsh retract, you pulled away from his hold and gave him a disgusted look.

“how dare you touch me like that,” you hiss and bakugo retracts his hand in surprise, but did not have a face of anger.

your father tugs on your arm as your sister glares in your direction for making a scene in front of the family and other guests.

“bite your tongue, girl.” your father commands under his breath, not giving into your antics.

you step back into place besides your sister and you can still feel her heated stare on you, but you could care less. it was no secret you weren’t close, you were raised separately as her quirk was at a higher degree than yours. thus she felt like a different pedigree than you. she always had.

she always despised you for some reason though, even when you expressed your disdain for arranged marriages for the sake of quirks. probably because she thought you would embarrass her.

the elders look at your sister, eyeing her figure and her hands. it felt so cold and dystopian. but she lived for it, lifting her head high to extenuate her neck, looking towards katsuki every time.

his eyes remained on you though, and it made you uncomfortable. you weren’t interested and you made that quite apparent. so why couldn’t he take the damn hint?

“she has suitable hips for child bearing. it will be good when you decide to have children,” one of the elders comments toward bakugo. he finally strips his eyes from you and looks toward the older man and your sister who was desperate for his attention.

you scrunch up your nose at their observations, not even trying to hide your disgust.

“she has other prospects,” you input, out of turn again. “is getting her pregnant the only quality you perverts care about?”

your sister gasps at your bluntness. bakugo covers his mouth with the back of his hand to hide his laugh by feigning a cough. your father and mother look at you, mortified.

“miss l/n, i would hope your father taught you manners of speaking toward elders,” one of the men chastised you but you roll your eyes.

once the presentation reached its objective, your father leads the way into your family home for katsuki, his parents, and the other elders to follow for tea and more arrangement talks. but you knew that they would betroth your sister to him.

you follow much farther from the rest of the group, as you had no desire to listen in on their boring talk. your sister noticed you trailing behind and waits for you. as you pass by her, she grabs your arm tightly, manicured nails piercing through the fabric of your dress, pinching your skin.

“i don’t know what you think you’re doing,” she says, coldly, “but you will not ruin this for me. i will end you if this engagement fails because of you.”

you coldly laugh to mock her foolish threat. “oh believe me, dear sister. i have no intention of wasting my energy on such a scam of a marriage. have fun with your fulfilling life of pushing out babies for that jerk.”

your sister takes the offense for her future fiancé, “you’re just jealous that he likes me, that they want me to be his bride.”

scoffing at her jealousy, you pull your arm away from her, “i would rather get burned than be a worthless bride to that asshole.”

without another word, your sister stomps off toward your home, leaving you all alone. lifting your dress up so you could walk comfortably, you follow behind. once you reached the side door toward the garden, you could hear the men loudly bickering inside about dowries and how many children katsuki and your sister would have. you sat on the patio grounds, fiddling with your muddy dress from the walk you took.

“so, you think i’m an asshole?” you hear from behind you, causing you to quickly turn your head around. you find katsuki closing the door behind him, taking a seat next to you.

you narrow your eyes at him, “you heard that?” you hide your blushing cheeks at being heard.

he chuckles and leans back on his forearms, “you’re very loud,”

“yes,” you nod confidently, “i think you’re an asshole, and a pervert who only wants my sister as some sort of breeding horse.”

bakugo stops laughing and raises an eyebrow, “is that what you think? you think i wanna do this?” he sits back up to face you but you keep your face forward.

“from the way you looked at me as i was some antique up for sale, i would say yes!”

“don’t flatter yourself, i got five geezers up my ass telling me to choose my bride carefully, it’s not personal.” he brushes you off as you narrow your eyes.

“oh and you’re some prize then? i should be happy you even considered me an option to be your silent and dutiful bride?” you feign excitement and rest your head on your palm.

bakugo stands up abruptly. “you weren’t an option believe me.”

you stand up after him, blocking his way, “you’re one to talk. i wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.”

he takes you in, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, to your corset pushing your breasts up perfectly. the way you carried yourself was entrancing and he couldn’t help but love the face you made when you were mad.

“good thing i’m not asking you to marry me then, huh sweetheart.” he counters with a smirk at the nickname that made you want to punch him square in the teeth.

“why you pathetic…” you start to say but he only laughs darkly.

before he could counter or you could finish your insult, the door slides open revealing both of your families and the rest of the elders. you step away from each other quickly before they even noticed your hostile interaction.

“well, we’ll start preparations for the wedding at once.” your father boasts after the elders and begins shaking hands with katsuki’s parents. your sister is behind them, smiling arrogantly and looks at you with a winning gloat.

the elders nod in agreement, “this was a most significant match. but i’d be sure to get that one,” they point toward you as katsuki chuckles. “in line for the wedding.”

you bite your tongue and force an endearing smile, “but of course, anything for my sister and my future brother in law.” you give katsuki a glare to which he reciprocates before looking innocent before your parents.

“wonderful.” your mother gleams, not detecting your sarcastic tone.

your sister skips over toward katsuki and wraps her arm around his. “i can’t wait!” she squeals to which he stiffens at the contact. he looks at you as you give him an uncomfortable glance but turn away quickly.

you couldn’t wait for this wedding to be over.

[dynamightsgal]

using pro hero! katsuki bakugo to get out of a bad date

your best friend was so dead.

here you thought you would give her the benefit of the doubt and trust her matchmaking skills, but nope. she set you up on the worst date of your life.

first the guy is late picking you up, then he brags about how so many women want to date him but he wanted to ‘give you a try’. his stories were so boring and he was just not that cute. his eating was obnoxious and he was constantly flirting with the waitress right in front of you.

oh, you wanted to kill him. right after your best friend probably.

you texted said best friend a long paragraph about how she should count her days.

you: girl, HOW did you think this guy was a good match for me?

your bestie: i thought he was nice and you’d get along! sorry babes! just let him pay and you’ll never have to see him again

just as her message popped up, you noticed he was definitely lagging on paying the bill. he nonchalantly kept pushing the bill toward you and you had to pinch yourself from going off on him.

“i have to use the restroom!” you announce, a little too loudly then you intended but nonetheless you walked off. you had to find a way out, otherwise you’d have a bad date as a memory and pay for it.

as you made your way to the restroom, you noticed that there was a nearby bar and an attractive blonde man sitting. you normally never approach strangers or attempt to fake hit on them but this was a time sensitive situation. social awkwardness, be damned!

you carefully tapped his shoulder and when he turns you noticed that he had a displeased expression on his hot face. you must’ve been bugging his late night drinking.

“i’m so sorry to bug you but i’m on a really bad date and i was hoping you could help me out and pretend to be like a jealous ex or something?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers, hoping the stranger would see your anxious expression and sympathize.

“yeah, right…” he looks you up and down, coldly chuckles before rolling his eyes, turning his body away from you.

“excuse me?” you ask, thrown aback by his tone.

the guy looks back at you with a scowl and burning red eyes. “you think i don’t know what you’re doin’?”

“what am i doing? i was just asking for help!” you could not believe what a jerk this guy was. sure, he didn’t have to help you but he didn’t have to be rude.

he scoffed and took a sip of his drink, “i just want one night without you obnoxious, annoyin’ fan girls stalkin’ me and askin’ me for pictures and shit.”

you gasp at his accusation. who the hell did this guy think he is? “okay, i am not a fan girl. i don’t even know who you are, dude!”

he raised an amused eyebrow, “you expect me to believe that?”

your hands find their way to your hips, “look i genuinely don’t who you are and i honestly don’t care. i just needed some help but you’re an even bigger jackass than the other dumbass!” you seethe and push him in the chest with your manicured finger.

right on cue, your date walks up behind you after observing the scene from a distance.

“hey, sweet face, we gotta settle the bill. you okay to split it? or take it?” he stupidly asks and you had to close your eyes to avoid slapping the hell of him.

before you could give him a peace of your mind, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you to someone’s chest. the action was so sudden it made you let out a small squeal.

“hey, dumbass, back off.” the guy from the bar’s voice said, his grip on you tight.

your date looks up at him and the height difference was laughable. “the hell? who the….wait!” his eyes widen when he sees the guy’s face, “you’re the pro hero, great explosion dynamight, right?”

you gasp when you hear the guy’s identity. he was a fucking pro hero. of course he seemed to think you were some desperate fan girl trying to get a kiss or go home with him. your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you wanted to crawl into a hole.

“yeah i am, and you’re on a date with my ex girlfriend…” bakugo growls at your date who looks at you in confusion.

he points at you in disbelief, “you’re dynamight’s ex girlfriend?” it was kinda offensive how he didn’t seem to believe you could bag the pro.

you break out of your buzzing state from the tight hold bakugo has you in and place you hand over his arm. “yeah, he’s my ex. i didn’t think i would see him tonight. i just went on this date to try to get over him.”

katsuki laughs and moves his arm to tuck a discarded hair behind your ear. “as if she could. and i see you downgraded hard, sweets.”

the nickname sent butterflies through your stomach.

“your best friend said you were single.” the date still couldn’t take the hint and accuses you.

bakugo spins you around quickly and captures your lips into a deep kiss, almost knocking you off your feet. cheesy as it sounds.

once you pull away, his hand still sits on your hip.

“there? you fuckin’ satisfied? get the hell out of my face, stupid extra.” bakugo shoos him away with a wave of his hand.

your date gulps and looks around at the eyes of the people in the restaurant. he didn’t want to get embarrassed further and walks off, leaving entirely.

“aaand he still left me with the bill,” you groan, moving away from bakugo’s hold.

katsuki shrugs and walks over to the table. “don’t worry about it, i’ll take care of it. you shouldn’t pay for that pussy.”

you follow behind him, “thanks. and thank you for going along with all that. you didn’t have to.”

“yeah well, i usually save people from train wrecks. that date wasn’t any different.” katsuki jokes and signs off on the check.

you chuckle at the comparison and proceed to grab your coat, “well, you’re a true hero, grand explosive dynamic-might or whatever your hero name is.”

as you walk off, bakugo, without hesitation, pulls on your arm you give him a worried look as he clears his throat.

“uh, you ever wanna go on an actual date? like, with me?” he asks, his voice more quiet than before.

“i don’t know, will there be fangirls hunting you down for autographs.” you jokingly asks and he genuinely laughs.

“probably. you alright with that?”

“yeah, as long as i can put on a show to get them to back off,”

[dynamightsgal]

birthday surprise | k. bakugo

synopsis: in which your boyfriend hates his birthday and all that comes with it…but hates it even more when he believes you have forgotten about it…

includes: fluff, a little angst on Bakugo’s part bc he’s so stubborn, pdaaaa, established relationship, lover boy! Bakugo

katsuki’s big boots were kicked to the side of the front door, signaling that your boyfriend was finally home. he placed his keys in the nearby bowl and groans as he cracks his neck.

but when he notices you, back turned, heavily focused on cooking dinner, your music playing on the tv in the back, he couldn’t help but soften. you were humming to yourself, putting the finishing touches in the meal when you felt arms wrapping around your waist.

“long day at work, baby?” you ask, and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

katsuki mumbles something into your hair that made you giggle on how much it tickles.

“i’ll take that as a yes,”

the agency had been giving him longer hours ever since his ranking increased to number five, a high honor, and a higher pain to be exact.

it was difficult to not see your boyfriend very often, unless he had the rare day off, you would have to embrace the couple of hours you got him after work before he did it all again the next day.

“made your favorite,” you offer and lift the spoon toward his lips for a taste.

he happily takes it and closes his eyes. “you’re too good to me,” he mutters and you couldn’t help but blush.

“well, gotta keep my number one hero fed and loved.” you caress his face and proceed to set up the table.

you happily serve him first to which he protests but it fell on deaf ears. once your boyfriend had his meal, you began to prepare yours and sit down.

“so,” katsuki breaks the silence on something that was weighing on his mind. “about tomorrow..”

the date made your head perk up just ever so slightly as you turn around with plate in hand, walking over toward the dinner table.

“i don’t want to make a big deal about it,” he continues but you give a confused look.

you tilt your head in confusion, “big deal about what, my love?”

bakugo rolled his eyes but continued to eat on account that he was starving.

“don’t play cute, you already know. you always do.” he mutters, stabbing his food with the fork as if he was a little kid.

the look on your face was priceless as you feigned confusion.

“baby, i don’t know what you want me to say.” you shake your head and poke at your dinner.

your music was still playing softly so the air wasn’t too awkward and silent.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” your boyfriend finally looks at you from across the dinner table in realization. “actually, i did want to tell you i’ll be out with mina tomorrow. we’re gonna be shopping and spending the day together.”

“that’s it?” katsuki asks, his eyes narrowing at you. “that’s all you have?”

you finish chewing before talking. “well yeah? we saw these cute ballet slipper heels at the store the other day so we’re gonna hunt them down.” you happily said, taking a sip of your water.

katsuki looked down at his plate. numb

it actually happened.

you forgot.

but you never forgot.

even when he would beg you to just treat it like any other day. that he never wanted anything because he never deserved it.

but you would always be there with a big surprise or meaningful gift, something.

but now,

you didn’t remember.

it was simply another day.

“right,” katsuki stands up abruptly and goes to put his plate in the sink to wash. “have fun.”

he grumbled the last part which concerned you so you follow him into the kitchen. his back was turned to you as he proceeded to wash his dishes and you bite your lip.

“kats, are you okay?” you ask meekly, “is something wrong?”

it’s not a big deal. it shouldn’t be a big deal. this is what he wanted. what he begged you for year after year.

“is this about tomorrow? i can cancel if you want me home,”

your question left a bitter taste in his mouth. it shouldn’t matter, and yet, it fucking hurt.

because it was coming from you of all people. the girl with a heart bigger than her entire body, that showered him with love that he knew he never deserved. you treated him like he was worth something and that the day was a national holiday.

he never thought you would ever forget his birthday.

you rub his back and he tenses at your touch. he shouldn’t be mad at you, it’s an honest mistake. it wasn’t even marked on the shared calendar, he noticed.

“i’m headed to bed.” he simply says and turns off the faucet. he heads toward your shared bedroom and slams the door.

when he noticed you didn’t chase after him, he couldn’t help but run a hand down his face in frustration.

god, why was he acting like a big baby? it’s just a birthday, something he never cared about, even as a kid. his parents would throw him the biggest parties, all of them all might themed, and yet, he hated being there.

mostly because, hardly anyone ever came.

sure he had a couple of friends that worshipped the ground he walked on, but most of them were scared of him. his personality growing up didn’t make him the most popular. the only real person excited to go was stupid midoriya.

he would get him the nicest presents and wish him a cheerful happy birthday. it made him sick, he felt patronized. like no one besides his parents and deku gave a shit about him being born.

then you came into his life.

you who always called him on midnight on April 20th back before you lived together and sang him happy birthday in the sweetest voice despite staying up late for him.

you, who gave him the most meaningful presents, like the rare, limited edition All Might figure that he always wanted as a kid but never got that he mentioned on your second date. he didn’t even know you were listening.

you, who cooked all his favorite foods, even the ones from childhood that mitsuki used to make him on a bad day.

and you, who showered him with kisses, hugs, and so much affection. he hears you say a small blessing in the night, thankful that he was born and that he was brought into your life.

you made his birthdays tolerable again. exciting even. you made them mean something.

and now you forgot. the one person that made the day worthwhile.

katsuki gets into his sleep sweats and stays in a white tank top before laying down in bed again.

as he dreads the inevitable of what tomorrow would be like now, he feels a small tear fall down his cheek.

ᥫ᭡..𖥔 ݁ ˖

april twentieth

the day katsuki bakugo was born.

and it started out like shit.

he wakes up much earlier than you for his work day and frowns when you still remained asleep.

you didn’t wake him up at midnight and pepper him with annoying little kisses. or sing him happy birthday in that sleepy voice that sounded like a lullaby.

nothing.

you remained asleep as if it was just another day.

and hell, now it practically was.

katsuki gets up and puts his hero uniform on and every other second, he looks toward your side of the bed to see if you’d wake up.

but you remained silent.

fuck this.

he remains normal, not wanting to take out any anger on you. he leans down and kisses your forehead like he does every morning and heads out the front door.

the rest of the day went like it usually did. he caught a couple of criminals, lowlife villains, the common routine.

he was about to pack up and call it a day when he receives a message through his comm.

“dynamight, you there?” kirishima was on the other line.

bakugo rolls his eyes, still in his foul mood from the morning. “what do you want?”

“i need backup, got a hostage situation. really bad.” eijiro’s voice drops, signaling the severity which causes katsuki to lose the attitude for once.

he presses the mic, “send your location. i’m on my way.”

the location brought him to the nicer parts of the city, near his apartment, must’ve been a rich family or something.

he quickly finds kirishima hiding out in the alley, with a stern look on his face, not very common.

“you want me to take the lead?” katsuki asks when he notices his friend’s expression.

kirishima nods, embarrassed. “haven’t dealt with these in a while.”

katsuki walks forward and clears the perimeter before motioning kirishima to follow. he goes into the hostage building but notices that it was quiet, way too quiet.

the lights were dim but the faint sound of buzzing continued on. there were light noises coming from various rooms but there didn’t seem to be any body there.

“kirishima, you take that room—“ katsuki turns behind him toward his friend but there was no one there. he grumbles in frustration, assuming that his friend either ditched him or went to explore on his own like a dumbass.

“son of a bitch..”

as he exclaims, the lights flash on, revealing a crowd of people, most of them being his former classmates and fellow pro heroes, mentors, his parents, and of course, you, bright in center.

there was a large banner that read ‘happy birthday katsuki’ in his signature black and orange letters. and a big cake behind everyone with a figure of himself in his hero costume, just like the all might figure you had gotten him a couple of birthdays ago.

“surprise!” everyone yells in unison, actually stunning katsuki in his tracks. he couldn’t move, as everyone walks over to express their birthday wishes.

kirishima comes out of hiding with a sheepish smile and admits that the hostage situation was just a ploy to get him out there.

his parents happily embraced him and caressed his face. his father got emotional as his mother tried to calm him down but she ended up getting teary eyed too.

you were the last to walk up to him with a small smile on your face. you felt so guilty keeping up the charade that you had forgotten his birthday, it was practically eating you alive.

“i’m so sorry i made you think i forgot your birthday, baby.” your words quickly wavered and your eyes began to water. “i would never, i just wanted to give you a surprise party because you told me you never had one and—“

katsuki cuts you off by embracing you and calms you down by running his hand through your hair. “it’s okay, sweets. thank you for this.”

when you pull away, you still had a pout that katsuki wanted to kiss away but noticed you had an audience around you.

“i noticed how upset you got last night. and i had to pinch myself to keep me from waking up this morning and telling you about it…” you ramble on with tears here and there but your boyfriend kept his hands on your face.

“you’re too good to me.” he repeats the same words from the other night and quickly kisses you.

with that the party begins, and for once, katsuki didn’t mind the big celebration, especially when he looked around and saw just how many people showed up to celebrate that he was here.

⋆˙⟡♡

the party had been a success and now you were both in the comfort of your own apartment. katsuki already changed from his work uniform into his pajamas as he noticed you were scurrying around the kitchen.

“sweets?” he calls out from the doorway of the bathroom.

you turn around with a sweet smile on your face and a small cake in your hands. it had one candle and the cake read ‘happy birthday to the love of my life’

katsuki chuckles at the sentiment as you walked toward him. you sang happy birthday in a hauntingly beautiful way that he couldn’t help but smile at. when the song finished, he rolled his eyes jokingly but blew out the candle nonetheless.

his wish that traveled in the smoke from the flame, was simply to have many more birthdays with you his side.

you put the cake on the living room table and pull him toward the couch. you quickly place soft kisses all over his face as he held your waist, rubbing circles on your hips.

“i know i didn’t kiss you like i always do on midnight,” you pout again and katsuki shakes his head.

“i don’t care, you’re the best gift i could get, sweets,” he removes a stray hair from your face and presses a loving, long kiss on your lips.

you hum as you proceed to straddle his hips and run your hands through his hair. “now let me make up for that awful morning, birthday boy.”

katsuki bakugo always hated his birthday.

but now, he had a damn good reason to love it.

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𑣲 ᯓ Pulling off to the side of the road

⤷ contains : angry sex, make-up sex, car sex, dry humping/leg riding, fingering, cowgirl/riding, semi-public, exhibitionism (?), nipple play, overstiumlation, (husband!katsuki), (f!reader)

The air between you and your husband was horribly tense after leaving the party that Mina hosted. You both began arguing in the car as you drove off—something about someone’s friend flirting with him, something about you getting jealous, something about how you thought ‘he didn’t do enough to reject her’.

Though right now, neither of you guys could remember exactly what happened. He pulled off to the side of the road to argue with you, but he couldn’t focus. Not when he was leaned over the center console, his hand holding your face in place by the back of your head, his other hand on your thigh, and his lips devouring yours without regard as your hands were fisted against his shirt.

His tongue swirled around your mouth in a way that made your knees weak and your thighs rub together, chasing some sort of friction.

He groaned into your mouth as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, his hand on your thigh moving up and slipping under your dress.

Katsuki’s hand squeezed and groped at your inner thigh before his finger pressed and rubbed circles against the dampening splotch on your panties, making your breath shake against his lips.

“Jeez, you’re already this wet?” he murmured gruffly. “What, you like doin’ this in the car or somethin’?”

You nodded, your mind foggy and any shame wiped away. He chuckled and released your head, his hand dropping down to push your thighs apart. The other hand pulled your panties off and dropped them to the floor of the car. His fingers proceeded to run through your folds, your slick coating his digits.

A soft whine leaves you and your thighs tense as he pushes two fingers into you without warning.

“Haah, you been waitin’ for me to do this or something? Look how easily it went in,” he chuckled breathlessly as his fingers started pumping in and out of you, a cocky smirk gracing his face as he sees your face distort in pleasure.

“Ah, wait—“ you choked out in protest, your head leaning back against the head of the seat and one of your hands moving down to grip at his wrist. You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

“Quiet. You’ve already been pretty snappy with me tonight, don’t you think that’s enough of running your mouth?” he growled, curling his fingers inside of you.

You could only whimper in response, your nails digging into his wrist. He laughs at your lack of response. “Thought so.”

Katsuki’s thumb pressed against your clit and rubbed in small, slow circles, his fingers firmly pumping in and out of you with hunger and a hint of frustration.

When your legs twitched and your nails dug into his wrist in a way that told him you were about to cum, his lips pulled up into a smirk and he curved his fingers inside of you, the pads of his calloused fingers pressing against that sweet spot inside of you.

A soft whine passes your lips and your thighs close around his hand, your essence coating his still-pumping fingers as you finish onto his digits.

“There you go… It’s nice when you keep your mouth shut, isn’t it?” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit and his fingers gently rubbing against your gummy walls to help you ride out the high of your orgasm.

Katsuki pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, contrasting the rough movements of his fingers a few moments ago, before he slowly slid his fingers out of your cunt, the slow drag of his fingers almost torturous. He pulls his fingers to his mouth and licks your juices off of them before pressing his lips against yours, making you taste yourself on his lips. The action was extremely filthy in itself, but you couldn’t help but love it.

He groaned into your mouth as your tongue desperately swirled around his and he pulled away for a quick breath, a string of saliva being the only thing connecting your lips.

He took in the appearance of your disheveled hair and your ruined makeup before diving back in, his lips moving with more fervency than before.

Only the sounds of your heavy breaths mixing together and the sounds of your lips smacking against the others’ filled the air, a slight fog beginning to taint the windows.

You didn’t want the kiss to end so soon, so in hopes of prolonging it, you undid your seatbelt and climbed over the center console to sit yourself onto his lap, your hands on his shoulders for support. He groaned loudly as his hands immediately moved to your waist.

You pull away from the kiss, chest heaving, to catch your breath, shifting on top of him before rutting your soaked cunt against the pant of his leg.

He chuckled breathlessly as he watched you desperately hump his leg, his hands moving up to pull the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“Can’t wait ‘til we get home, huh?” he mused, to which you could only reply to with a soft whine and a head shake. An overconfident grin decorated his face as the rubies in his eyes dropped down to your bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Katsuki murmured, his hands moving to grope them before sliding back to unclasp your bra. He snatches it as it falls and tosses it into the passenger seat before leaning back against the driver’s seat, watching in awe as your tits bounce as you ground yourself against his leg.

You leaned forward to get a better angle on your clit, and he smirked as your breasts pressed against his face.

He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you onto his thigh and used his other hand to recline the seat back. The hand on your waist pulled you down with him as his mouth immediately attaches to one of your nipples, his free hand coming up to pinch at and toy with the other one.

Your hips stuttered against his thigh at the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around your nipple and your hold on his shoulders tightened.

He presses a final kiss to your nipple and pulls away, his fingers rolling your other nipple in between his them before moving his hand to grab yours, guiding it down to his belt. “Ride me, baby. I want you to work for it tonight, for being on such a short fuse with me a second ago.”

Your fingers quickly undid his belt without hesitation, his hips lifting to allow you to pull off his pants. He groaned under his breath as you pawed as his length through his boxers before they follow his pants, freeing his hard, slightly-dripping cock.

Katsuki’s hands pushed the skirt of your dress up to your hips and pat your ass lightly, as if to tell you to hurry up.

You reached down and grabbed the base of his length and lifted yourself up, rubbing your wet folds against his tip before slowly pressing it into you, a whimper escaping you.

Katsuki hissed as his fat tip pushed into your cunt, his hands on your thigh and ass gripping at your skin. “That’s my girl,” he breathed out.

You rocked your hips, toying with his tip inside of you for a few moments before sinking yourself onto him, his large cock deliciously filling you up in a way that made your eyes roll back.

He groaned breathlessly, the tense air between the both of you making the moment all the more intimate.

“Come on, baby. We don’t have all night, so get to ridin’.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

Your hips rocked slowly on top of his, the feeling of his cock rubbing against the gummy walls of your pussy making you whimper.

He groaned, one hand holding your hip and guiding your movements on top of him, the other toying with your hardened nipple as he fought the urge to fuck his hips up into you.

You slowly lifted yourself up before plopping yourself back down, both of you moaning loudly as he buries deep into you.

You continue rocking your hips on top of him in slow and sensual movements, basking in the feeling of him dragging against your walls before he thrusts his hips up into yours.

“Come on, baby. The hell’re you doin’? Ride me like you mean it,” he scoffs out, his hand swatting at your hip.

You couldn’t help but obey, the movement of your hips grinding faster against his.

He smirked in satisfactory, his hips slightly lifting to meet yours. “That’s it, angel. Just like that.”

Heavy breaths and soft moans fall from your lips as you bounce on his fat cock, the stretch only driving you crazier.

His eyes flickered back and forth between your face and your bouncing tits, his chest heaving. The obscene sounds of your pussy sliding up and down on his cock, the sounds of skin hitting skin, the sounds of heavy breathing, the grunts from him and the whimpers from you fill the car, the windows of the car now completely fogged up.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “‘S not enough.”

Before you could even try to muster up a response, he grabs your hips to hold you still and rams his hips upwards, fucking up into you with an almost-whine escaping him.

“A-ah— Katsuki, I’m gonna cum,” you managed to gasp out, your hands falling to grip at his forearms. He groaned as your nails dug into his skin.

“Well, I ain’t stopping you,” he grunted, his head falling back. “Cum on this dick if you know what’s good for you.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust and you let out a mixture between a whimper and a gasp, your body shuddering as your orgasm washed over you.

Like he commanded, you came onto his cock, and your nails scraped along his forearms.

He chuckled breathlessly and thrusted his hips up into yours at a more relentless pace, his mouth hung open as he chased his high and helped you ride out yours.

His hand dropped down and his thumb rubbed against your clit. Your thighs twitched around his hips and a gasp escapes you.

“It’s too much..!” you whined, yours hands trying to tug at his.

“Nah. I know you can take it,” he replied gruffly, his hand swatting at your hip again. “We’re not done ‘til I say we are.”

He continued fucking up into you, the warm feeling of another orgasm quickly rebuilding in your stomach.

The feeling of the overstimulation made your legs feel numb and your pussy clench tightly around his cock as you came again.

Your pussy clenching around his cock made him groan as he reached his orgasm as well, the warmth spilling into you as his hips stuttered underneath yours.

His hips and his thumb on your clit slowed it’s movements, both of you panting heavily as you assist each other in riding your highs.

Once your movements completely stop, he lets out a huff of laughter and sits up slowly.

“Hell, baby, you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home?” he mused as he pat your hip, a cocky grin on his face. “We can continue at home. We’ll go all night, since ya seem to want it so bad.”

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sorry ive been slow with uploading recently… schools kinda been kicking my ass, haha

BUT dont fret because i will not be ghosting you all ^^ if i dont upload, then im probably working on something, but im too busy to get it done within a day, and need multiple days to work on it </3