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Bakugo Katsuki Kaminari Denki Kirishima Ejiro
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Arthur Morgan John Marston
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Mondo Owada
You kissed
He kissed
We kissed
Then
They made love
Lover girl
| previous part | finale | m.list | wc:2.5 | tags: p in v, smut, Kirishima Eijiro / fem! Reader, unprotected sex, soft launching angst, not proof read, cannon universe | summary: Finally gaining the courage to slowly build a relationship with your long-term crush |
“Oh okay.” Denki mumbled, leaving you behind with a friendly pat on the shoulder.
You were a nervous wreck walking towards Kirishima in the cold, sobbing, down pouring rain. The droplets pelting your clear umbrella, after-math splashing onto your skin and clothes.
The closer you got the more your heart drummed against your chest. He didn’t stare at you, instead looking off in the distance whilst he kicked the dirt under his shoes.
Your umbrella overlapped Kirishima, providing extra coverage over the two of you.
His hair was down, untamed, soft launching eye bags with a posture that lacked his usual confidence.
Before you could speak, he beat you to it, “look. I’m sorry.” His lower lip trembled, clutching the stem of the umbrella tighter.
“Why?” You whispered, heart hurting for him.
“I’m-“ he choked up, “I’m scared.”
You paused, watching the way he refused to look you in the eyes, “why? Scared of what?”
“Scared of loving you, scared of losing you, scared of putting my all into us and—“
Letting him take his time - Kirishima was the type of man to cry infront of his peers, not afraid to wear his emotions so, “I think back about the time- the fuckin’ war- when I saw you laying there…”
Feeling your own throat tighten, memories you’d like to forget about and yet he was the one struggling with your own trauma.
“It- what if I loose you like that again? What if I-“
“But you won’t.” You mumbled softly, “you shouldn’t be scared of the future, especially one where I’m not in it.”
His voice trembled, breathing shaky, “it’s not that. It’s the fact I didn’t do anything, I was too cowardly to protect you when you needed me the most. Every day I look at you - every day I’m reminded of my failures as a man, as a person.”
Watching his expression, the way he tried to hold himself together - it was depressing.
“Why’d you go on another date with a girl?” You mumbled, picking at the frayed threads of the wrist-cuff.
“I felt bad for saying no.” Kirishima cleared his throat, trying to stop the bubble from spilling over, “she was some hopeless girl, second year - I felt like… she gave me her all so I had to try… maybe it would have distracted me from thinking about you.”
Nodding your head, it was like him to have a big heart for those who give him returned passion.
“I don’t like her, I tried - I just- I keep coming back to you. To our shared nights, when you’d confide in me and I feel like I betrayed you.”
“You did.”
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Kirishima begged, letting out a choked sob, “I didn’t want to hurt you, I didn’t mean to hurt you - I was confused, I was hurting too…”
staying silent, pity on your face as you watched the man in front of you sob. He continued his ramblings,
“I’ve never been a man- I- I was a coward for the longest time. I was fucking depressed, I wanted to die. Everyday I told myself I was inadequate to my peers, that I didn’t deserve anything until I became who I am now… but, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this still, that I don’t deserve you.”
Unable to handle it, you dropped your umbrella - joining him under his.
“Eijirou…” you cupped his face, “you deserve the world and more, you’re so manly, you’re so brave.” Whispered words, he felt a pang in his heart, “but you hurt me when you ignored me, when you randomly acted like I didn’t exist to to you.”
“I did that because I wanted to protect you from a coward like me.”
“But you’re not a coward. Do you know how many lives you saved? How you saved me…” You wiped never ending flow of tears, “stop looking down on yourself.”
“You make me feel things that I’m scared of.” He mumbled through the tears, “as a man, I don’t know how to… do this, do us.”
Kirishima bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, I’m sorry for not protecting you, I’m sorry for all my mistakes and my ignorance. A true man wouldn’t treat a lady like how I’ve done to you - crimson riot wouldn’t stand for what I have done.”
Looking in his eyes, the complexity of the world on his shoulders slowly draining the life out of him. His burdens spilling out of him, exposing his deepest insecurities of not being that protector he dreamed to be.
You felt silly, heartbroken over a man who didn’t even mean to hurt you, heartbroken over a man who was just as scared, hurt and broken as you, “I’m sorry for assuming you hated me.”
“I could never.” His words were fast, “I could never hate a woman like you - i’m such a fucking idiot.”
“Can you stop being scared to love me?”
It was whispered words under your bated breath, but the world seemed to slow. It felt like the droplets stopped mid-air, your breath slowing and his expression frozen with shock.
Eijirou didn’t know how to respond, stumbling over his words. The light in his puffy eyes seemed to grow, chin no longer trembling but the tears remained streaming, “can you love me?” His breath hitched, terrified of rejection, “All of me?”
“I can love all of you and I will.” You mumbled, swiping the slowing tears once more before you smashed your lips against his.
With his free hand available, it went to your hip. Using it in a way to ground himself while he still held the umbrella steady.
Nevertheless he melted into the kiss, letting you take the lead. It wasn’t a long kiss, it was sweet and passionate from the built up emotions over years.
This kiss was something you day-dreamed about, something you yearned for and now you finally got it. Feeling him melt deeply into the kiss before he broke it off, despite his red puffy eyes from the crying - he had a large smile and a soft blush on his cheek.
“You… I… I should have done that sooner.” He mumbled, picking up your umbrella for you, “we should go inside before you catch a cold…”
“She seems excited.” He pointed out, making sure not a single drop of rain touched your sugarful skin.
“She’s more excited than I am.”
He laughed, looking at you while you stared forward, “I bet she is.”
The minute the door shut behind the two of you, Eijiro took the opportunity to swipe your phone out of your hand. Turning you to face him as his large hands rested under your ass, lifting you up that way your legs could wrap around his hips.
He placed your back against the door, “you don’t know how many times I imaged you like this. I’ve been waiting for this day since you’ve bit me.” His voice was low, raspy but still sweet.
“Eijiro-“ you tried to speak, flustered about the situation and sudden height difference.
Kirishima let out a soft whine, using his strength to pin you to the door - a free hand escaping to lift your shirt.
When he was about to reveal your bra, your hand stopped him. Cupping his face and bringing him into a fiery make out.
Teeth clashed together, whimpers and whines mixing together into an unrecognizable audio. His free hand wandered your body while yours grounded yourself by holding his muscular shoulders.
He moved from the door to the bed, laying you down gently against the bedsheets - refusing to break the kiss yet as his tongue tasted your mouth.
Kirishima gained the confidence to lead, wanting to be the man in charge and prove what he was capable of.
“D’ya like giving head?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his actions. You nodded your head, watching him undo his belt - the antagonizing sound of the zipper drawing a bolt of heat between your legs.
“Sit up for me.” He guided gently, taking off his pants.
It was obvious about his size, half-cut cock hiding behind his black boxers. A darker stain of pre-cum dampened by his lower thigh. The outline of his growing cock made you salivate, wanting to take him now.
You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, making a Loud drawn out gasp come from him.
Palming his twitching dick, Kirishima proved to be vocal - going louder with every pleasurable movement and quieting down when unfavourable techniques were used.
You slipped his boxers down, his cock springing out, limping against his thigh from the weight of his girthy length, pre cum already spilling out of the slit of his bulbous tip.
“Taste it.” He shyly mumbled, trying to stay confident in himself and his abilities.
He knew it was intimating to look at - on the heavy side, his penis hung while he walked, big balls and a thick, veiny cock that he grew insecure of.
What Eijiro didn’t expect was to you to lick down his black haired treasure trail, to the base of his erect member all the way to his rounded slick tip.
“Fuck-“ he hissed, placing his hand on the back of your head. Interlacing his fingers with your hair but using the movement as a sign of presence and not for moving your head manually.
Licking underneath his sensitive head - “fuck! Not there!” Kirishima immediately protested but his twitching dick said other wise.
Licking the salty pre-cum, it only added to your on-growing slick between your legs. Taking his girth into your mouth, almost too big to wrap your lips around.
You bobbed your head, watching his face tick and twitch with the pleasure.
“Nggh-hah-“ he breathed out, chest heaving and thighs trembling. His hand on the back of your head to remind you in any moment he could take charge.
Kirishima moved his thigh, wanting to squeeze you in with your mouth deep on his length - but he resisted, instead abruptly shoving your head down against his flesh, making you sputter and your throat burn.
He kept you there, length hitting the back of your throat. Eyes watering and drool dripping down your chin, “pretty- so- fuckin’ pretty on my cock like that.” He slurred out, drunk off of watching you suck his dick like that.
The moment he let you breath, you gasped for air. Wet tears involuntary falling down you cheeks, “shit, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He cooed, wiping the wet stains off of your face.
You shook your head, “no, it was just a little… too much… you’re so big.”
Eijiro let out a sheepish laugh, looking at his twitching-hung-cock, “I’m a big guy, ya’know…”
He watched you undo your pants, slipping them off to reveal the black-boarded laced red underwear - it made him groan at the sight.
Kirishima immediately devoured you, kissing all over your skin, licking soft spots and touching your sensitive areas.
He felt your nipple pebble under his touch, rubbing it softly - almost teasingly just to listen to you mewl and moan under him.
“You’re so sensitive, is this for me?” He mumbled, biting down on your shoulders while he nubbed your nipple, his free hand skimming over your flesh down to your wet panties, “and you’re wet. I hope no other man could make you feel this way.” His words were more aggressive but he handled you with such gentleness.
“It’s- it’s all for you.” You mewled out, tilting your head back to give him more access to your skin, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ei” you whined out.
“How long?”
“Since I first laid eyes on you.” Your cunt raised into his palm, trying to hump his thick fingers, “fuck- I-nngh-“
He slid your panties to the side, “that long?” Kissing your breasts gently, “why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“Cause I didn’t- I thought- fuck-“
He slapped your clothed cunt “Use your words.”
“I didn’t want to get rejected.”
Eijiro pecked your lips, his fingers sliding between the folds of your pussy gathering the wet slick onto his fingertips, “but look at us now…”
He brought his wet fingers up to his lips, licking off your heat while he maintained eye contact, “we could have gotten to this part a lot faster.”
“Yeah- but-“
He slapped your ass, lifting you up once more. Your legs hoisted on his shoulders as he held your ass for leverage, your pelvis pressed against his member.
With your panties slid to the side, he was able to push his tip against your entrance.
It made you nervous, thinking about taking his above average length into your small entrance. Everything about Kirishima was big, from his hair down to the large shoes he wears.
Now seeing his fully hard length- he wasn’t just a shower but he grew too.
“Ready?” He mumbled out, watching your face for any resistance
“Yes, just…. Be slow.” You mumbled softly
He placed a kiss to your calf, sliding himself in with a long groan.
“You’re so fucking- nnnghhhh- tight.” He mumbled, bottoming out inside you before his balls could touch, “small too”
You hands touched his chest, gripping at his shirt to keep you stable, “wait- wait slow.”
Eijiro nodded, waiting for your signal to move. Once he had permission he slowly dragged out of you, all of his shaft brushing against your g-spot, ripping a moan out of your throat.
The more he pressed against your sweet spot the drunker he got off of sex. Wanting to pound your pussy until you were crying for him to stop.
He was a man, a man with instincts to take care of you in the way no body else could.
Without waiting for your orders he began to thrust quickly, pumping himself in and out of your sopping cunt.
The mixture of your lewd sounds fuelled his drive, watching you loll yourself into another dimension as he fucked you whilst holding you so gently.
“You’re so beautiful” he grunted out, followed by a string of praises as he watched you come undone
Kirishima felt his own orgasm leading up. He tried to postpone it by thinking about different topics but when he felt you clench around him, it made his head spin.
“Not so-“ he moaned, “-tight. You’re gunna make me cum early.”
“Fuck- I’m gonna-“ you whined, ignorant to your volume.
His teeth sunk into your calf as the two of you came together, hot white liquid spewing out of your hole and onto his cock.
“That’s hot.” He mumbled, taking a mental image to remember that.
“Did you use a condom?” You mumbled softly, dazed from the overwhelming pleasure
He pulled out, a satisfying popping noise from the pressure being released. More orgasmic fluid spilling out.
His face went red with embarrassment, “no, shit.. I’m sorry I forgot. We’ll have to buy some…”
“I think I’ll just have to go on birth control.”
EXTRA
“They heard us.”
“Who cares, it’s a man taking care of his lover.” He gripped your hips more, pulling you into his arms, “now stay in bed and stop moving.”
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Lover girl
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“Oh, baby.” She cooed, looking at your dishevelled form. Eye bags are starting to take their toll, darkening under your eyes. Your hair looked matted, and it seemed like you weren’t taking care of yourself
Mina looked over to your desk, papers scattered all over the floor and surface - sitting on top of the homework and assignments was the dinner she brought you from today. Still full with minimum bites taken out of the food.
“Love will only kill ya’ if you let it. You gotta stop obsessing.” She mumbled, helping you back to your bed.
“But he was so close to me, I- I know I kept brushing us off as friends but I felt something.”
She nodded, laying beside you as she petted your hair, “I know, I could see it.”
“The day of the banquet he let me sleep in his bed, he cuddled me, fuck-“ you nuzzled into her arms, ‘lil E’ hiding under your bed, “he bit me. It was on accident he was sleepy but- he let me bite him back. It was so…” you trailed off, feeling the overwhelming urge to cry start to clench at your throat, “it was so fucking intimate.”
“I knew I saw a mark on your shoulder.” She couldn’t help but tease, it was in her nature to love the drama and gossip, “I didn’t want to say anything cause you tried to cover it with makeup, but i definitely noticed.”
You couldn’t help it, a choked sob escaping your lips, “how could he do this to me? Why is he ignoring me like I’m some whore off the street?”
Mina choked up with you, “I dunno baby, you’re so sweet. The sweetest girl I’ve ever met, you deserve the world and if he can’t give it to you then that’s okay. I’ll find you someone better.” She wiped her your tears, “plus you have a fan club already! I’m sure one would love to be with you!” Mina tried to lighten the mood, giving a soft giggle.
It made you chuckle softly, “I guess so… I just, want closure”
“You will.”
The more the days passed the depressed you got. Every time you looked at Eijiro he seemed bright and happy, laughing with the classmates and joking around with his close circle.
You looked worse, his friends took pity (minus Bakugo). It wasn’t until one day he came back late holding a chocolate box and a homemade card that made you break.
Over hearing them talking about his ‘date’ with a girl from the support class. The same girl he mentioned a few times with you that wouldn’t stop messaging him.
You felt your heart crack at the conversation.
“How was she? Did you have fun?!” Denki immediately bombarded Kirishima, pulling him over to the couch.
“She’s cute and she liked the flowers I bought.”
“Oh? Flowers? How fancy.” Sero butted in, the conversation growing hushed to the point you couldn’t hear it anymore.
Almost dropping momo’s expensive glass tea-pot, she took notice, “careful!” Before she could go on her shpeal about the origins of the kettle, her eyes caught sight of your distraught face, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing wrong-“ you tried, feeling your heart almost stop, “I’m fine.”
“You look like you saw a ghost…” momo started, ready to comfort you.
Instead, you ran to your room - isolating yourself further than you needed to be.
Wanting to destroy your phone, smash it into tiny pieces and never see him again, to burry yourself in a hole and talk to nobody for the rest of your life.
You felt like you were being teared apart from the inside.
Soon enough you were taking a mental health leave from school - something they now took a bit more seriously after the war.
Giving you two days off, it just meant isolation for yourself to ignore your problems and neglect your friendships.
You gotten texts from your friends, of course your classmates noticed your absence. The lack of your presence in the common room or during dinner - as well as your daily classes.
Yet, the most important person still haven’t checked in on you and you couldn’t understand why.
Maybe he figured out you liked him and he didn’t reciprocate the feelings.
Maybe he found out something that turned him off of you, making him ignore you.
The thoughts pondered all night, constantly on loop. It was torture to your brain, to your already little will to do anything.
“Knock knock.” His voice whispered as he snuck into your room, “I had to literally tip-toe up here like a fucking spy. I lowkey feel like a crime fighter.”
“You are a crime fighter.”
He slapped his forehead, closing the door, “shit, bro. Ball knowledge.”
He was a ball of light, making you laugh with his unfinished sentences of gibberish.
Denki grabbed the red dragon plush from under your bed, “who’s this guy? He’s fucking fat bro.”
“That’s…” you felt a ping in your heart, “just a dragon.”
“Yeah? He’s a fatass tho.” He laughed, pushing you over to the other side of your bed.
“Hey!” You laughed, pushing him back. It felt good to finally let out a loud genuine chuckle.
“What’s got you in the dumps babygirl?”
That made you sigh loudly, “nothing, it’s stupid anyways.”
Denki rolled his eyes, moving the plushes head to correspond with his mouth, “c’mon! We all know it’s not nothing! Like seriously, babe, stop being emo and talk to me!”
“I won’t even talk to my best friend what makes you think I want to talk to you?”
“Because I’m like literally awesome, and…” he got suddenly quiet, a look of genuine softness on his face, “I understand love troubles, do you know how many chicks I’ve tried to talk to only to get rejected or ghosted? If you want advice I’ll give you advice but I know how it feels to just… want to lock yourself away from heartbreak.”
Sighing, this time a softer one than annoyance, “it’s just… I really, really like this guy and I thought he liked me too but now he’s ignoring me and literally went on a date with another girl.”
He was about to speak up but you continued, “and I understand our hangouts weren’t considered dates but they can’t be considered to be nothing because they meant something to me. I went four fucking heard obsessing and loving this guy who barely noticed me to then becoming close friends with him and so… intimate in a way that felt real… raw and now it’s basically flushed away and I don’t know how to fix it or what I did.”
“Babygirl.” Denki pputed, his heart breaking for you, “this is about Ei, right? He’s the only person you’d look at with such admiration for.”
“Am I that obvious?”
“Extremely obvious.” He mumbled, pulling you into a soft hug, “look… I can’t talk on behalf of Ei, it’s.. complicated. But I can assure you, you did nothing wrong. I’ll promise the whole world, please believe me.”
You started to tear up, “then why won’t he even look my way.”
“His feelings are big… they’re overwhelming - I don’t want to play devils advocate but as a friend of his, he’s playing off his own feelings so he doesn’t drown in them.” Denki kissed your forehead, playing with the loose strands of your hair.
“I know it sucks, baby girl. It fucking hurts like a bitch. Sometimes people need space to process their feelings, just like you’ve been having space to process yours.”
You sucked in a sharp breath, “then why did he go on a date with a random girl?”
“That’s a story for him to tell.”
“So why is acting like he’s so fucking chipper all the time when apparently he’s overwhelmed.”
“Because that’s how he always was.”
You leaned into him more, your deadweight being supported by the electric blonde, “this sucks.”
Denki supported you with ease, physically and emotionally, “I know, babygirl. Everyone loves you, though. They miss seeing your gorgeous face lighting up the room…”
You stayed silent, drowning in your own insecurities to understand the weight of his words.
“Tomorrow join us for classes? Please? We love you… I love you, I’ll stay by your side all day if you need.”
Not wanting to feel his hurt any longer, wanting to regain your strength and happiness - you nodded, agreeing to his plan.
The next day, it was a gloomy Friday. Pouring rain, drenching the sidewalk and adding onto your depressive mood.
The rain was so fast that your umbrella seemed to be ineffective.
Classes dragged on more than normal, hanging out with your friends seemed to drain you - of course Mina forgave you once she saw how bad you’ve let yourself become (she was never one for grudges).
Kirishima still seemed to ignore you, in a crowded room his eyes scanned over yours instead of actively searching for you like he once did.
Just like Denki promised, he stuck by your side. Trying to become the comedic relief in your story, doing his absolute best to keep a long-termed smile on your face.
“I love the smell of rain but I hate the stupid wetness.” He complained, walking back with you to the dorms, “do you ever think people with weather quirks are actually the one controlling the weather?”
“Uh… no not really?” You hummed back, “it freaks me out to think that people literally have powers so I try not to question it often.”
“True. So freaky. I wonder if someone out there has a penis enlargement quirk.”
“What the fuck?”
Denki raised his hands in defense, “I’m just putting it out there!”
“Just for that you’re walking beside me privileges are revoked.”
That got a loud drawn out whine from him, “fine! I’ll walk behind you!”
All though, you could feel his eyes staring at your skirt, “fuck off perv!”
“Go on ahead.” You mumbled to Denki, “I just got a text from Ei… he wants to talk…”
“What really?!” He tried to peak at your phone, “you’re gonna be okay by yourself?”
Nodding your head, you let in a shaky breath. In the distance you could see the red-headed sharp toothed boy standing under his umbrella.
“I’ll be fine.”
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You didn’t knock anymore, when he said his door was unlocked that usually meant you’re welcomed without having to introduce yourself.
Walking in, he immediately greeted you. Standing up from his desk to envelop you with a side hug, “you look tired.”
“I am. I didn’t even sleep all night, I swear I was tossing and turning.”
His face was flushed, glossy from the sweat wanting to spill out of his pores. The room itself felt stuffy with humidity, smelling like body oder and sweat.
Kirishima opened the bed for you, watching you snuggle into his camo blanket while clutching ‘lil E’ tightly in your arms, “you’re that excited for the banquet?”
Yawning loudly, he watched you with amusement as you yawned through your sentence, “yeah, it’s gonna be televised - plus my new hero outfit? I hope I don’t make an ass outta myself.”
“Oh? You said you got it fitted better right? More protection?” He sat at the desk once more, talking to you while shifting his focus to the scattered papers on his desk, “you won’t make an ass outta yourself, plus I’m pretty sure we’re sitting at the same table so I’ll be beside you if you get nervous.”
That relaxed you, in-fact, just being around him was a relaxant. He was like your personal melatonin - ever since kirishima taken care of you when you had the fever, it was like he was becoming a safe space.
“You’re too sweet.”
“Don’t mention it, I try.” He shrugged off, sheepishly running his hand through his bed-headed red hair.
Instead of being met with a response, he heard heavy breathing instead; you fell asleep just as quickly as you came over.
Kirishima set an alarm for nine-thirty, closing his books and getting in the bed beside you - pulling you closely in his arms, ‘lil E’ smushed between you two.
Having enough wiggle room to turn off his alarm and fish your phone, looking at a stream of texts from Mina.
“Psst… Ei.” You whispered, trying to shake him awake, “we gotta get up.”
He grumbled something, pulling you in tighter - he was known as one of the heavy sleepers in the class, waking him up was a little difficult.
“Eijiro.” You tried again, shifting in his grasp to have some kind of breathing room, “c’mon, get up. I have to get ready for the day.”
Kirishima groaned loudly, clearly displeased at the thought of having to leave the warm bed, “now? Can’t you wait?”
“I can’t.” You laughed softly, pushing his red hair out of his face, “I have an appointment around one, doing my makeup takes an hour and I still have to shower and do my hair.”
“You’re pretty as it is, stay in bed for longer and go as you are.”
Giggling once more, you tried to take his arms off of you: he didn’t let that happen. Instead he tightened his grip, clutching your shorts with his hand.
“Eijiro.” You whined, music to his ears, “let me up, I have to go.”
Kirishima dipped his face into the nook of his shoulder, nose nuzzled against your neck, “Not yet.”
Your legs were tangled with his, caged by his strong grasp.
Until.
You let out a sharp hiss, “did you just bite me?!”
That seemed to wake him up, he jerked his head back with a sheepish look of guilt on his face, “fuck, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking.”
He traced the mark with his eyes, it wasn’t bruising like a hickey would, but his teeth were prominently etched in your skin, “it’s not that bad… I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’ll try to cover it with makeup or something.” You tried to reassure, cupping his face gently, “seriously, don’t feel bad. I know you didn’t mean to.”
“You can bite me back! Or like… something equivalent to it.” He tried to make up for it, ready to take off his shirt for free range.
Mulling over the options, you knew he wouldn’t stop until the two of you were equal - deciding to take the opportunity, “I’ll bite.”
He eagerly nodded, untangling himself from your grip to sit up properly. His shirt flying off his body, it gave your eyes time to wander as you followed his lead.
Eijiro was no longer the lean boy you once knew, instead he’s grown into his muscles. Defined abs, larger pectoral muscles with a hefty back. Biceps that were always prominent despite him resting and wide shoulders he held with pride and confidence.
With him being so muscular, it brought ‘flaws’ into his skin. Stretch marks around his hips, arms and you’d assume his back.
Scars graced his skin, some fresh but most were deep, long and healed. From the navel of his torso down to the waistband of his basketball shorts was a trail of thick straight black hair - it made you feel flustered to see him so intimately like this.
“Take your pick. I don’t mind being bitten.” He tried to comfort, noticing the look of shock on your face, “it doesn’t hurt me anyways.”
Nodding, moving closer to him. He helped with the guidance, hands hovering over your hips as if it was a danger to touch you.
Your lips hovered over his shoulder, just around the same place he bit you. It was a difficult to decide where to bite, debating between his shoulder and his bicep.
Maybe next time you can bite him all over.
Sinking your teeth into his tanned skin, you heard him let out the tiniest whine. His big hands engulfing your hips, squeezing firmly but still so gentle not to hurt you, “fuckk…” he drew out, feeling your teeth branding his skin.
“Did I hurt you?” You asked, dragging your thumb over the mark - glancing into his half-lidded eyes.
“You could never hurt me, you’re too sweet.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know enough.” Kirishima slowly let go of your hips, “you need to get ready, you said your appointments at one?”
It was already ten fifteen, giving you two hours to get ready.
Your eyebrows furrowed, not wanting to give up this moment for a stupid final dress fitting, “yeah, I gotta go.”
Kirishima sighed, “I’ll see you later, we can always hangout another time. We live in the same building.” He flashed you his signature bright smile, helping you to the door, “have fun”
The routine was simple, full body shave, exfoliation, hair washed, mani and a pedi, makeup, hair tucked away until tonight - finally meeting Mina in the common room.
She let out a whistle, “fuckin’ finally. Ya’ took for-eva.”
“That’s not my fault.” You mumbled, walking beside her.
“Is he worried about you?” Mina questioned, looking over your shoulder as the two of you walked.
You tilted your phone away quickly, “no peaky pandas!”
“It’s not peaky pandas if I can literally just see it!” She whined, trying to take your phone out of your grasp.
Desperately keeping your phone out of her reach, “It is peaky pandas if you look without permission!”
With every failed attempt the more she pouted, “everyone knows he totally likes you, why are you trying to hide it from me!”
“Firstly,” you began, placing your phone securely in your pocket, “he doesn’t like me. We’re strictly friends. Secondly - you keep making up this narrative in your head and it keeps affecting me!”
Mina rolled her eyes, opening the door of the shop for you, “you’ve liked him for years and now you’re content with being ‘just friends?’ What happened to my yearner-“ walking up to the front counter, “we’re here for our dresses, Mina Ashido”
You stated your name as well, listening to her immediately start ranting once more as the lady went into the back.
“-you literally give him heart eyes whenever you see him. All the times you made up scenarios about him? The times we role played? And now you’re ’fine’ with being friends?”
The lady came back with your dress first - trying it on while Mina still continued, talking loud enough for the store to hear.
“The love notes you tried to put into his locker? Or all the valentines you tried to confess? Girl, think about it.” She paused, thinking about the best examples to use behind the other side of the door, “he answers all your texts in a few seconds, if you called him he’d answer on the first ring. He’s always asking about you, and! And! If you ever watch his eyes - you’re the first person he looks for in a crowded room.”
One of the tailors helped laced up your corset, finally giving you an opportunity to talk, “and? Friends do that. When it’s a crowded room you’re the first person I look for, you text me back right away, if I called you’d answer on the first or second ring.” Letting out a soft gasp as she tightened it too much
“That doesn’t mean he likes me.” You mumbled, looking at your appearance in the off the shoulder ruby red dress, walking out of the dressing room to show Mina.
“Ooo, sexy mama. Red’s so your colour.” She clapped, “so glad you got this dress, you look snatched for real.”
Taking it off, it got placed in a thick bag for safety. It was Mina’s turn to try on her skintight navy blue backless dress.
After the appointment the two of you walked back to the station, dresses in hands. You shot Kirishima a text back, telling him you’re safe and coming back
The banquet came sooner than expected, already arriving with your pink friend holding your arm.
The tables were assigned, fortunately you were assigned with the rest of the girls from class A.
Unfortunately though, you were unable to spot Kirishima, unsure if he spotted you first or if he was even going to talk to you tonight.
While you sat down the girls were already talking over each other, complimenting, gossiping and overall chatting and laughing.
The food came out first, distracting people from the conversations and putting the spotlight on the public speakers over the candle lit dinners.
Feeling Mina kick your foot under the table, she pointed at her phone - signalling for you to look at yours.
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| Wc: 3.0k | MINI SERIES | STATUS: COMPLETE | Tags: cannon universe, texting au with slight plot writing, no proof read, Kirishima Eijiro / Fem! Reader, fluff, eventual smut, ALL CHARACTERS 18, ongoing, p in V, unprotected sex, pinning, mutual pinning, soft launching angst, | Summary: You’re a third-year student who has a crush on your classmate Eijiro Kirishima since first years. Finally gaining the courage to hangout with him and develop a relationship. |
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“Eijiro?” Your voice croaked out, hearing him flush the toilet.
“Yeah? You okay?” He called back, “let me wash my hands first!” Eijiro practically sped-ran the handwashing, clearly worried about you, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”
“Time” you coughed, nuzzling deeper into the plush blanket - gripping the big red dragon plush ‘lil Ei-chan’ or ‘lil E’ for short.
He grabbed his phone off the night stand, “shit, you’re right.”
A complex look fell upon his face, clearly debating his options, “fuck, give me a second.” Kirishima walked out of the room, his phone pressed tightly to his ear.
It took longer than expected, assuming that he just left for his regular scheduled classes and forgot to say goodbye.
Instead, he walked back in holding a bowl of soup. Changed into casual clothing - camo basketball shorts and a crimson riot tee-shirt.
Trying to sit up, he ushered you down, “don’t, stay comfy.”
“I thought you left.”
“I can’t leave someone in need of help.”
You groaned loudly, despite his complaints you sat up anyways, “I don’t need you, I’d be fine on my own.”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t need me or not, I want to.”
The flush of pink hue dusted your cheeks, being mistaken for the fever
“Eat.” He mumbled, placing the tray into your lap, “you’re burning up again.”
“Have I ever told you how much I hate soup.”
Kirishima paused, “what? No? Who hates soup?!”
Still, you forced the hot broth down your throat, “me. It’s just warm veggies and like.. noodles and whatever in a bath and you have to eat it? Like there’s so much better foods.”
He grabbed your laptop off the desk, sitting beside you the bed, “yeah there’s other foods, sure, but soup? It warms the heart. Don’t you want your heart to be warm?”
“Not really. There’s other ways to warm the heart.”
He laughed, putting on a movie for the background noise, “and what other things warm the heart?”
“A lot of things.” you mumbled, pushing the soup away, “all done.” But it was still more than halfway full.
“Already? You didnt’t even finish it.”
“Feeling… bad.”
“Okay.” He mumbled, taking the soup away from you, “have it after though.”
“Dumbass.” You whispered to yourself, placing your phone against the nightstand, “I’m just gonna… lay down.”
Kirishima nodded, fixing the blankets and practically tucking you in, “I love this movie,” he gave you a grin as it started; An eighties samurai film about gangs and wealth.
“Seems like something you’d like.”
He laughed, sitting at the edge of the bed.
You couldn’t help but speak up, “you can get comfy, lay beside me if you want.”
“Are you sure?” He questioned, a shy smile on his face, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
“You could never make me uncomfortable.” Patting the bed beside yourself, an opened invitation just for him.
He opened the blankets for himself, taking off his slippers before he melted beside you. Since the bed was a double there was enough room for the both of you with a small space between.
But, you could feel the way his skin radiated heat. How every time he shifted his arm brushed against yours in a way that felt forbidden.
It was almost too good to be true. The man you’ve been crushing on since you were first years - building an undeniable connection with each other, now you had him in your bed; alone.
you couldn’t help but cough, drawing his attention towards you. Bless his thoughtful heart since he immediately grabbed your water, placing it close to you, “drink up.”
Following his words, you couldn’t help but obey like a pup in training, “you’re not scared of getting sick?”
He firmly shook his head, “don’t worry about me!” Re-affirming you with his signature sharp-toothed smile. Placing the water back on the nightstand for you, “just… I want you to feel better.”
It was a simple sentence really, one that could be read as platonic. That’s what confused you.
He would treat the other ladies like this, but, how often was he in their bed like this? Asking them to privately hangout, buying them things their eyes lingered on for a few seconds too long.
As the girls deemed him during a late night talk, he was now classified as ‘the girls designated boyfriend.’ The guy you’d go to when you needed help picking out an outfit, or needed a confidence booster.
Kirishima was never the one to make anyone uncomfortable, he rarely got upset and if he did he’d immediately own up to it with a public apology.
Yet, you found yourself staring at him.
He was focused on the movie all though it seemed like he already watched this one. Still, he watched it with such intensity if anyone didn’t know him, they’d assume this was his first screening.
When an action packed part flashed on the screen, his jaw would subtly clench, fists tightening. When the character was happy, he was. Kirishima wore his heart on his cheek, it was something you’ve adored since you were fourteen.
You couldn’t help but feel disappointed in yourself. Wishing you took the opportunity to talk to him earlier in your life. Maybe you’ve could have been in a relationship with him way sooner - platonic or romantic, you were content with just being around him.
Soon enough, halfway through the movie you found yourself dozing off. The medicine you’ve been taking made you drowsy, feeling heavy against ‘lil E’ the dragon combined with the natural heat radiating off of Eijiro - you ended up falling asleep.
Kirishima noticed right away, the mattress dipping a little more as your dead weight gave in. He shifted closer to you, using his arm to act as an anchor as it wrapped around your shoulders.
Eijiro found himself drawn to the peaceful look on your face. Watching your breathing slow as you became more relaxed.
It calmed him in a way. Knowing that you were so comfortable around him that not only he could take care of you, but that you fell asleep around him.
He shut off the movie, placing the laptop on the floor beside him before he fell asleep beside you.
It wasn’t long until he felt your phone rapidly buzzing with notifications. You were still in a deep sleep, ditching ‘lil E’ to be wrapped around Kirishima arm. You were nestled into the divot of his arm, cheek rested against his bicep as you drooled all over it.
Coated with sleep, the more your phone went off the more it annoyed him. He wasn’t the man to touch another humans phone without permission, but this time he didn’t want it to compromise your nap - doing the only rational thing he could, he grabbed your phone.
Watching the notifications pour in, the phone aggressively buzzed in his hand. He saw the messages come in with rapid speed by one person.
“I hope she doesn’t think I’m a massive perv.” He grumbled to himself, feeling you shift closer to him.
The movement made him freeze, scared you were going to wake up and see him holding your phone. That’s why he slammed down your phone against the bed with too much force than he planned.
He panicked, whispered before he tried to act nonchalant if you woke up, “Fuck, shit, okay.”
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|Wc:7k | Tags: College AU! Katsuki Bakugo / Fem! Reader, not proof read, fluffy, implied smut at the end. | M.List | Summary; Up-coming college band is renting out your basement for their practices|
Being a broke student in college meant renting out the basement to a 'new and upcoming band.' Asking them for basically nothing, as you haven't been paid the ten dollars an hour like promised.
They came every Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and the odd Saturdays when they weren't all busy. It was no problem for you, staying upstairs the whole time as they practiced, living in a one story bungalow on campus - it was perfect conditions for a broke, college band.
Today was one of their practices, listen to them argue over the technicalities of their song. While they did that, you've been preparing snacks or refreshers - something you did once you got comfortable around them.
Cutting up the last of the fruit, placing it on a ceramic tray along with water - you went to the ruckus in your basement.
"Sorry to barge in!" You spoke over the heated disagreement, "I have some snacks, this time with extra apple slices like requested."
The blonde guitarist lit up, charmed by your hospitality, "hell yeah, dude. Just what we needed to get our brains working!" Greedily reaching for a slice of watermelon before you slapped his hand away.
Hanta Sero, the temporary bass player until tokoyami came back from his annual trip around the world, "Fuck yeah, apple slices."
A low growl came from the drummer, Katsuki Bakugo, "My brains already working, dipshit."
You placed the tray on an empty table, along with the waters, "I also bought some energy drinks and there's some juice upstairs."
"You're the best!" Denki whined, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Humming to yourself, lightly moving yourself out of his grasp; your hand resting on the top of his head. Looking at their instruments neatly placed to the side, sheet music on the ground along with crumpled up lined paper.
Glancing over at Bakugo, he was staring at the drum kit. His hands ghosting over it as if he was playing them, a light scowl rested on his face as he tried to figure out the counts.
"What'cha working on?" You asked no one in particular, wanting a general answer.
"Were trying to-" Hanta started, getting overridden by the loud drummer.
"We wouldn't have to be working on shit if that dumbass could make up his mind." Bakugo snapped, clearly annoyed with the lead guitarist.
Kaminari protested, slightly muffled with the fruit, "That's mean!" Before he continued, he swallowed his mouthful of chewed-up food, "someone keeps shutting down my idea for an amazing rift! Wanna hear it?!"
He grabbed your wrist, making you sit on an empty milk crate, "This is what I have so far," placing the strap comfortably on his shoulder, "Prepared to be amaze."
It was him playing a repeated chord, singing vocables in a very unserious manner - still, his singing was on parr; hence why he was lead guitarist and background vocals.
Once he was done, Denki excitedly put his electric guitar to the side. His electric yellow eyes looking at you expectedly, "So? It was awesome right? It should be the post chorus."
"that... Was something... You, uhm, sounded good." You tried to find a compliment from the way you were 'blown away'
Before you could finish, Katsukis voice cut through, "Don't try to spare him the feelings, we all know the post-chorus should end with a metal drum solo."
"How about we finish the chorus before we think of the post chorus," spoke up the level-headed lead singer - Kyoka Jiro. Sitting on a wobbly bar stool, twirling the longer strand of her purple locks, "I mean, were not even halfway through, dude, and yet ya' wanna think of the ending?"
Denki stood up, trying to emphasize his point, "Yeah but!"
"Sit down" Bakugo scoffed, debating on throwing his entire drum-set at him.
While they continued to debate with each other, some nibbling on the fruit-tray. You made your way upstairs, already feeling the upcoming headache starting to form from them.
Taking an ibuprofen and chugging water till it was halfway, settling on the couch with your laptop to finish assignments. It was an half-hour before they left, quiet time being ten sharp, giving you plenty of time to submit missing school work and listen to them figure out their missing pieces.
They each left at different times once practice came to a close, Bakugo always left first, taking off on his black motorcycle; his pride and joy.
Sero caught a ride with Denki, easier because they were roommates, but, since Denki caught a ride with Jiro, it meant that those three had to carpool.
You bid your adues to each of them as they left, having different responses depending on the individual.
The next day, there wasn't any practice tonight - meaning that you got free time to yourself without background music coming from the basement.
Binging through your shows, ordering sushi for pickup - one too many times was your food missing items or not made correct. The local sushi shop was only a few blocks away from campus, a ten minute walk and a four minute drive.
Leaving your bungalow before the food was done, taking your personal electric scooter to the restaurant.
It wasn't uncommon to see familiar faces, but it wasn't something you wanted to encounter. Waiting in line was the red haired roommate to Bakugo, only meeting him a few times - Ejiro Kirishima.
Looking up from his phone, he immediately recognize you. A large smile on his face as he approached, "Hey! I recognize you!"
A small contagious smile caught onto your face, "and I recognize you too, Kirishima, right?"
"You'd be correct!" He let out a soft chuckle, the conversation flowing easily between you two. Kirishima kept it going, filling the usual gaps of silence with follow-up questions or being genuinely interested in yourself.
It came to an end when you got your order before him, giving him a friendly smile before leaving to your student house once more.
The scooter ride back seemed even longer, with every gust of wind you could smell the aroma of your food ready to be eaten. Rushing inside your home to tear into the food - now able to look at your phone.
"What the fuck?" You questioned to yourself, shaking your head in mild confusion. Always left slightly confused and exhausted from every interaction with Denki.
Debating on texting Bakugo, never having a proper interaction with him yet. The conversation consisting of small talk or the odd comment, it would be weird for you to text him out of the blue.
Half of your sushi was gone, eating it while texting Denki back - not aware you were left with only a few pieces, unable to truly enjoy the food.
Your day ended with a shower, lightly cleaning up before settling in your bed. Doom scrolling on social media - no new texts, nobody to answer, just an empty phone deprived from notifications.
Wednesday wasn't eventful either, doing assignments close to their deadline. Going to your classes, online tests and finally walking back to your house. Wanting to be productive today, you made a promise to yourself to go to the campus gym later in the day.
Your phone buzzed, ringtone playing loudly - Minas contact illuminating the screen as she facetimed you.
Answering the call to her bright face, wearing her laced cami and a thicker-banded thong. Her phone was set up on the nightstand as she walked around the room, audio playing through your headphones, "Hey boo boo! Wanna go shoppin' today? They're having a sale."
The time on your phone read to be the early afternoon, only two pm on a hot, sunny day, "Sure, I'm just walking back right now. I'll get changed and you're picking me up?"
Mina let out a hum in agreement, continuing the conversation the entire time you walked home.
"Is this cute?" She asked, wearing an off the shoulder pink zebra printed shirt along with a low rise mini denim shorts and platformed sandles.
"Super cute, you're always a cutie though."
"Of course I am!" She squealed playfully, "kk, I'll be there in like five. Get dressed, babe!" Mina hung up the phone from her end, leaving you alone in your house to get changed into appropriate weather wear.
By the time you were done, the pink hair woman driving her convertible pulled into your driveway - honking her horn to signal you to come out.
Doing a double check to ensure you had everything, coming outside to immediate cat calling and hollers from your best friend, "sexy mamas! Look at you, beautiful!"
You laughed, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your outfit complimented hers, toned down with the patterns but a gnarly, alternative graphic designed bright, light blue baby tee with the collar cut off. A brown ruffled miniskirt with a white chunky belt and matching white, weaved wedges.
Jumping into the passenger side, sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose - Mina turned up the music, blasting a loud bass, upbeat song before ripping out of your driveway.
"Is it okay if we go shoppin' with Eijiro? he asked if I was busy eariler today!" She asked, developing a stronger relationship with him over the course of the first semester back from winter break, "Said I was going shopping with you, then I lowkey invited him to come but like I only said if you're okay with it!"
"Sure yeah! Maybe he'll buy us some shit!"
Mina handed over her phone, "Kay! Text him sayin' we'll be there in ten!" She did a quick, illegal U-turn, driving off the opposite way just as fast.
Sending Kirishima a text through her phone, he sent back a thumbs up just as fast. Going through her phone so you could add songs to the que, "He said okay!" You spoke over the loud music and wind.
By the time you got there, both Eijiro and Katsuki were already wearing outside. Eijiro was in a beige cargo shorts, an opened white linen shirt that exposed the deep red muscle top. Katsuki was in a plainer outfit, Navy tank-top with long black pants, a chunky belt that had a silver chain from the front of his hip to the back.
They both hopped into the back, Kirishima behind Mina and Bakugo behind you, Eijiro immediately started the conversation. The music turned down halfway as the three of you began to talk.
Glancing through the side mirror, you could see Bakugo looking outwards. A calm expression on his face as he stayed quiet, subtly listening to the loud conversation around him.
"Seriously you don't think your cars gonna get stolen with it's hood down?" Eijiro asked, as the group walked through the mall, "you're a lot braver than me," He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Letting Mina and Eijiro converse, glancing at the unusally quiet blonde, his hands in his front pockets as he watched the people walking by.
Trying your chances at conversation with him, "I heard what happened to your bike. That's such a bummer, It's a nice bike too."
Watching the sublet vein forming on his forehead, every time he was reminded of the accident it pissed him off all over again, "fuckin' old man wasn't watching the road." Katsuki took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he had an outburst.
"How much were the damages?"
"a lot. insurance is covering most of it. Old hag didn't know I have a camera attached to my bike, tried to claim she didn't see me."
Nodding along with him, "and this is why I think old people shouldn't have their licenses. At least insurance is covering it. When are you supposed to get it back?"
"A week from now. The ass end of it is fucked. Dunno how, woman didn't even hit into me that hard."
"and you have no injuries?"
He let out a audible, sarcastic chuckle, "Hag wishes I was hurt worse, ripped her ass a new one."
Katsuki paused his walking, looking around for the other two members of the group, "shitty extras left us to go shoppin' by themselves." It was a low mumble, his observation he included you on.
Following his gaze, you finally noticed the lack of energetic energy. It brought a small scowl on your face, knowing it was most likely Minas plan to ditch you alone with Katsuki, whispering 'bitch' under your breath, "well... we can hit the food court. There's a few stores I wanted to go to..."
He nodded, following your lead. If it wasn't bad enough for him to rethink the entire motorcycle incident, now it was doubled from the thought of the reason for coming here leaving him alone with you.
"The food always sucks here. Nothing ever decent enough." He commented, reading the different fast food chains.
"It's filling though." You hummed, standing in the short line.
He scoffed, "it's unhealthy, this is how obesity starts."
Feeling a sting in your heart, thinking about all the times you've ordered in or for pickup, "that's not the point. You can enjoy unhealthy things in moderation."
Trying multiple times to get an answer from Mina but instead she silenced her phone, "She's suck a dick, I swear she infuriates me sometimes!" You couldn't help but groan, the annoyance sitting obviously on her face. Finishing the rest of your food, walking around the mall with him, "Fuck it, we ball. What stores do you wanna go?"
"No where. I only came cause shitty hair dragged me out of the house."
Deadpanning at him, "Fine, you're being dragged around by me then." Walking beside him, explaining each store you needed to go to.
By the time you were halfway done shopping, a lot of bags hung off of your arms. Leaving a irritation dent from the handles of each bag.
"You do know you don't have to ask for a bag every time right?"
"I know! But I look like I'm rich when I have a bunch of bags on me. Only rich people can afford this amount of stuff!"
"You look idiotic." He mumbled, carrying a few bags of his own; some belonging to you.
"I look fashionable and rich, don't be a hater on the things you can't be.'
Katsuki's head snapped towards you, "the fuck? Add delusional to that list."
Smacking his arm playfully, resulted in you getting shoved.
An small giggle left your lips, "What the fuck, Bakugo?!"
"Don't start shit you're not gonna finish, dumbass!" Though, there wasn't as much bite as normal.
"Ah, okay!" You stopped in front of the lingerie store, "coming in with me, or you can wait out here. Don't matter to me." Shrugging, you watched his nonchalant expression flicker to the contents inside the store then to you,
"I can wait."
Nodding your head, "kay! I'm gonna leave my bags with you, that way it's faster for me to walk around," you cheerfully hummed, placing all your bags at the ends of his feet. Turning on your heel to enter the store, there were a lot of girls and their boyfriends looking at different sets while you looked for whatever was on sale.
The first five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Katsuki sat on a bench outside the store with a few random people, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly, but watching time slow down the longer you were in there.
Bakugo wasn't known to be the most 'patient' person in the entire world, liking when things got done fast and efficiently - So waiting outside of a store while you took your sweet ass time browsing the racks, it made his veins pop and his foot tap.
Fifteen minutes passed.
Meanwhile, you were trying on a few sets. Seeing which colours matched your skin tones and what style felt the most comfortable. Wanting more matching sets of underwear to look cute for yourself, it was a difficult decision if you were going to be spending a pretty penny on this.
Onto your fourth try on, it was a deep cherry red laced bra and boy-shorts - knowing you could just buy other underwear to go along with the bra, walking out of the changing rooms to continue looking once again.
It wasn't until you felt a intimidating presence from behind to know that Bakugo came into the store looking for you.
"Holy fuck, buy the whole damn store at this point. How many panties does a girl need."
Feeling his breath on the cusp of your ear, sending a chill down your spine at his lowered voice, "Seven, what if I shit each pair?"
He growled, being shoved closer to you by the motion of the other couples walking past, "nobody shits through exactly seven pairs of..." He picked up a random black g-string with a bell on it, "whatever this piece of floss is."
"You're right, it could be more."
Katsuki let out an audible groan, not caring that the sound drew a few prying eyes his way. People assuming it was a grumpy boyfriend ready to leave by the way he was basically pressed up behind you.
"Just choose whatever and let's go. I got a text from shitty hair saying they were gonna go to the car once racoon eyes pays for her shit."
Shaking your head, noticing the way he carried your bags without complaining (Yet), it brought a small, teasing smile to your face, "I can't just choose any pair, I gotta choose thee pair, y'know?"
"No dude cares about this, frilly, uncomfortable lingerie."
Snapping your head towards him, realizing the way he towered over you, his biceps bulging from the weight of your shopping bags - it made you momentarily flustered, "It's not for the male gaze, it's so I can look cute while I lounge around my house."
"Whatever. It doesn't fucking matter who it's for. It's pointless and overpriced." He growled, "and that pale yellow set is gonna look hideous on you," Katsuki pointed out, taking out the sheer laced pale yellow set from your basket and throwing it to the side.
Instead he picked out a light blue pure laced cami with a built in supported, lightly padded bra and matching panties, "This. It doesn't wash your ugly ass out."
The audacity. Who does he think he is?
Looking at the items, they begruidly won you over. A cute colour, matching set for under twenty dollars? It was a steal in your books, "Thanks, let's go pay." You hummed, walking up to the till's with him.
"Why the fuck do you need two pairs of the same pants?"
You huffed, "Why must you comment on everything? Firstly, one of them is for my pwincess, secondly they're the low-fold-over-waisted, limited edition flared leggings WITH a matching fitted tanks, aka cami's you uneducated swine."
"says the over consumer."
You flipped him off, watching the total reach past your saved budget. Once everything was scanned the final total of everything was just a little over seventeen thousand. Feeling katsuki's eyes practically judging you from behind as you tapped your card against the machine.
It decined.
"Shit, my tap must not be working." you tried to fledge a smile of ignorance, inserting the card only for it to be declined - a loud embarrassing beep of 'insufficient funds'.
The couples waiting in line gave you looks of pity, hushed murmurs beginning to build up.
The woman working the registered apologized on your behalf, a look of second-hand embarrassment she didn't try to hide as she started to pull the bag off of the counter. Before she could finish, Katsuki tapped his card.
Instinctively you tried to pull his wrist away from the machine, "Katsuki! What the fuck?! You don't have to pay - seriously you're crazy! That's a lot of money!"
He clicked his tongue, swiping the bag off of the counter, "C'mon. I don't have all day." He walked ahead, not looking back to see if you were following him.
"I'll pay you back! I promise, why did you do that?!"
"Whatever, that's chump money."
Mina and Kirishima were already packing their bags into the car, figuring out a way to minimalize the amount of bags there was.
Mina was the first to spot the two of you walking to the car, a big smile on her face as she looked at Bakugo carrying everything of yours, "Heyy! Finally you came to join us!" She squealed, gaining the attention of Kirishima.
"More bags?!" Kirishima groaned, "I just got hers to fit!"
Closer to the car, you realized the pink haired girl bought just as much as you did, also buying you gifts she thought you might like. While the girls talked, Katsuki was snapping at Eijiro about the placement of the bags.
They finally figured out the solution to their problems, driving back to campus - Mina spoke up, "Okay, plan, Drop the boys off first then me and you sleep over?"
"Yeah, we can order in or something."
"What?! We can't hang out?!" Kirishima whined playfully, clearly not wanting to stop the day together just yet.
Back at your place, the boys took the bags in - claiming it would be 'faster' since they were sitting in the back.
Inside the house, the two of you showed off your shopping haul's to each other. Gaining a groan from Katsuki and a 'ooo and ahh' from Eijiro everytime a new item was pulled out.
"Can't you two do this later? I already seen half of this shit." Katsuki mumbled from the floor, resting his elbows on the coffee table.
Turning to him with a deadpanned face, "oh my gosh, it's almost like the doors a few feet away!" You fiend a gasp of ignorance with a playful undertone.
Katsuki shifted, sitting higher as he spat out, "choke and die"
Sticking out your tongue, flipping him off in the process - "Whatever, yap yap."
Once the sun set they left, walking back to their shared housing with the few bags that they bought. The minute they exited the front door, Mina couldn't help but burst,
"He so likes you?! He was giving heart eyes!"
"I think it's called, 'I don't want to murder you in this moment' eyes."
"No, it's called 'fuck me' eyes."
Your jaw opened, looking dumbfounded at her idiotic thought process, "You're crazy, what about you and Kiri?"
She laughed while she slapped your knee, "Me and him?! Ha! You're so funny. He's just a nice guy, too nice for me."
"He's like a designated boyfriend but a friend." You agreed, nodding your head alongside her.
Still, she didn't drop the Bakugo topic - it wasn't in her nature to let people avoid her pestering questions about love, "He carried your bags!"
"He said it was faster that way."
Every question Mina asked, you had an answer. Not allowing her to get more then the surface area about the situation.
"I knew him since that band first started. He's too temperamental for me."
"I bet you wanna get banged like those drums!"
You slapped her shoulder, "Fuck off!"
Thursday came, along with their bands pratice.
Denki came up, a smile on his face as they were having a short intermission. "Wanna help me grab the sushi boat? It's been in Jiro's car for the past... hour."
"Uhm... Can't it go bad like that?" You questioned, following nonetheless.
Jiro's keys swirled against his pointer finger, "Is a sandwich bad if you let it sit out?"
"No, but-"
"Ah! My point stands," Denki cut you off, opening the van door - revealing the rather large sushi boat.
The two of you shared a string of commands and playful insults. Instructing each other how to get pass obstacles, getting annoyed with his teasing tactics to rile you up.
"Touch me and you're dead!" Bakugos voice barked out from the bottom of the stairs.
According to the plan, Hanta was supposed to cover Katsuki's eyes long enough to place the sushi boat down without him knowing.
"C'mon man! Stop struggling and submit!" Sero's cackle quickly followed, along with the crashing of some objects and louder yelling coming from Katsuki, "Can't you help me out here, Jiro?!"
"Hell no, dude. I'm content with watching."
Watching it unfold, Sero was under Bakugo; the rabid drummer holding the terrified boy by the collar of his shirt, "Wanna try that again?" He growled.
Denki yelled, "Surprise!" Gaining the attention of Bakugo who was still holding Hanta's collar.
His face twisted, the scowl deepening, "The fuck?"
"Surprised sushi boat!" Denki presented, counting the two of you down to place the boat on the snack table.
"We know it's not your bike or anything, but... it's spicy." Jiro spoke up.
Bakugos face softened, dropping Sero out of his grasp - "Whatever," followed by a soft whisper type mumble, "thanks, I guess."
His mistake. The boys already teasing the hell out of him.
"What was that?!" "Was that a thanks?!" "He's actually nice!" "Repeat it again I wasn't recording!"
The stress vein started to pop against Bakugos forehead, "Eat shit and die!"
Still, he accepted the spicy sushi. A sense of ease falling over the group, keeping your word - taking some for yourself as well and sitting by Katsuki. He didn't complain about the close proximity, sparing a few glances your way.
The rest of the group talked, loud and filled with laughter while you stole glances from the unusually quiet blonde. Every glance that you were met back from his eyes - you felt your ears start to burn.
Eating the last piece of sushi off of your plate, "I'll leave you to it, good luck." Sending them a smile while you began to walk up the stairs, meeting Katsuki's gaze one last time before he disappeared from your line of sight.
Later through the night, they left one by one until only Bakugo was left - unable to hide the annoyance on his face as he constantly checked his phone.
Using this time to speak to him, cleaning up the kitchen as you watched him, "normally your the first one gone, what gives?"
His tone was low, calm but laced with irritation, "Shitty hair is picking me up. He's late."
"Oh? Why don't you walk back?"
"Why promise to do something if you're going to be late?" He snapped back, angrily scrolling through their messages.
"Easy tiger." You mumbled back, wiping down the counter top, "Wanna choose what candle I should light since you're gonna be here for a minute?"
Angrily shoving his phone in his pocket, he turned his attention to you, "That one." He pointed towards one of the sweeter candles.
"You don't want to smell it?"
"I already smelled it when you forced it against my nose."
Right. When you were stuck shopping alone with him, "You only picked it cause you already smelled it!"
"Are you gonna light it or what!" Katsuki shouted back, stomping around the kitchen.
"Piss off!"
He stood close to you; leaning against the counter, "who's idea was for the food?"
"I actually... don't really know. I just got a text from Denki on Tuesday asking," followed by a shrug, "It's a sweet gesture... did you like it?"
"It was warm. You can tell it wasn't fresh."
That earned an ugly cackle to be ripped from your throat, "I fuckin' said something to him!"
For the next couple of practices this routine began to form. Kirishima being late to pick him up, the small conversations between the two of you. Slowly gaining comfortability in the presence of each other.
Today was no different, A Monday practice that just wrapped up. Leaving you and Bakugo alone once more. He didn't complain anymore about his ride being late - it was something he was secretly looking forward to.
He didn't walk around your house with secrecy, increasing confidence in his actions. Bakugo even lit the candle first, pouring himself a glass of water while you got changed into evening loungewear.
Coming out of your bedroom wearing a dark red baby tee, his eyes wouldn't stop wandering your torso - giving you the quietest hum of approval.
Noticing the small bag on your coffee table, "Did you get me a gift?!"
"Shut up," He tried to shut down the shit-eating-grin that taken over your face, "It's nothing."
"It's something!" You bounced happily, taking out the discreet packaging - 'Whipped orange cream' plainly stated on the white box, "Oh? Sounds yummy."
Opening it further, it was a a heavy one-hundred, and fifty millilitre glass bottle of a darker orange perfume. It was a clean square bottle with golden vanilla flower engraved sketches. Without spraying the bottle it was already evident how it would smell.
Strong, long lasting Vanilla, orange and a creamy gourmand to combine into a musky orange creamsicle scent.
Feeling your eyes bulge at the gift, you couldn't help the urge to spray it all over yourself, "Kats!" The nickname rolled off your tongue, "Why'd you get this?! It feels expensive!"
"It wasn't. I don't like that other perfume you're constantly wearing, it gives me a headache." The excuse was simple, like he planned it out since he bought the gift.
"I liked my other one!"
A loud click popped from his tongue, "throw it away, it stinks."
“I won’t throw it away, just let me use it till it’s done! I swear I only have like five uses left!”
He noticed exactly when you started using the perfume he bought you. It lingered on your clothes and skin, the smell filling up every room you stepped in and stayed minutes after you left.
It was an intoxicating scent that left him feeling possessive. Buying you small gifts he’d personally enjoy you using - they started out small, jewelry, makeup, hair accessories. Until he bought you a new outfit, the one he overheard you mention with Jiro during one of their intermissions.
Katsuki Bakugo would never present the gifts infront of anyone else, doing it in the privacy after practices alone with you. He didn’t want the others knowing that he’s gone soft for you: it would ruin his reputation as a certified asshole.
Every time you tried to pay him back he would refuse it, already having an excuse prepared to keep you at bay. Eventually you ended up buying him gifts in return, doing the small stuff for him that spiraled into late night talks and deeper conversations from your end.
Exchanging gifts once again, the odd Saturday practice that ended early due to his un-cooperation with the group - in reality he just wanted to spend more time with you before his roommate had to pick him up.
Except this time, he texted Kirishima that practice was staying later. To pick him up around eleven instead of ten.
“What’s this?” He asked, opening up the gift you bought him - a silver watch with green and orange accents, “Tch. Dumbass, how’d you afford this shit?”
“I never said I was broke y’know! You just assumed I was because my card declined once!”
“That’s why there’s holes in your shirts?”
Jutting your chin out, looking down at the off the shoulder bleached band-tee you decided to cut up spontaneously, “it’s called fashion!”
He tried to put the wrist on himself, unable to latch the clasps properly. Without him having to ask, you lightly grabbed his wrist, “it’s nice, thought it would match your vibe.” Easily clipping it on him, “that’s good?”
Katsuki nodded, secretly admiring his new watch, “you’re finally smelling decent.”
“Thanks, this boy bought me an orange musked perfume. He insulted me until I caved in to wear it.”
“Well..” he tried to hid the grin starting to form, “sounds like he’s a smart guy.”
“Only a little, he’s kinda loud and snappy most of the time.”
He grabbed your wrist to yank you towards him while barking, “I’ll give you loud and snappy!”
“There he is.” You laughed, ruffling his hair, “he’s pleasurable to be around when he’s calm.”
Got him.
He paused but didn’t push you away, keeping the small distance between you two as he mulled over your words.
It was almost uncomfortably silent, the truth was you enjoyed it when he was loud - it kept your attention from wandering to the deafening sound of nothing.
Katsuki noticed your tensed shoulders, pursing his lips, “why haven’t you worn the shirt yet?” He asked, previously buying you a black skull tee shirt that matched his.
“It’s too clean. I’m debating on cutting off the collar so it’s stretched out.”
“Seriously?" He mumbled, keeping a mental note going forward, "You wear new, tight clothes all the time."
"Yeah, but it's different - those are like baby tees or camis ya'know? Big shirts should baggy."
Katsuki let out a scoff but left it at that.
"It's been a hot minute since practice ended, are you sure Kirishima didn't forget about you?"
"Don't worry about it, he probably got the times mixed up - damn airhead." He played off, searching through your streaming services.
Seemed reasonable. Reading through the descriptions of the action movies he looked at.
Deciding to make popcorn for the two of you, not minding that he was forced to stay a little longer with you - "didn't they just make a new one of that action movie, the superhero one?" You asked, the aroma of the popcorn filling the opened space.
"Yeah. Haven't watched it yet, didn't have the time to."
An idea came to your mind, "If it's on here I'll watch it with you!" Only offering because he seemed to like it, not because you wanted to.
"It should be out for streaming..." He mumbled, searching for it with more vigor. Once he found it his expression subtly lit up, putting it on but leaving it on pause until you were on the couch and comfortable.
"Okay... so recap the series for me?" Not really knowing that much about the superhero movie, action wasn't your favourite - especially super heroes.
"The main dude wins every fuckin' fight, pretty awesome shit. Even when he's down and beaten he still comes out victorious - never quitin' even when the odds are against him."
This time was different, halfway through the movie Katsuki was forced to take a break - nervous that he was ready to kick the TV in as the main character was forced to his knees, broken and ready to give up.
As the movie ended, there was a hint of stars in his eyes, "I told you, he wins every fight."
Around Eleven - Kirishima finally pulled into the driveway, ready to retrieve his friend after his 'late' band practice.
"Thursdays the next practice?" You asked, aiding him with gathering his belongings. Assuming since Bakugo's carpooling with his roommate that Thursday's going to be the new practice days until his bike is fixed.
"No, Wednesday." Katsuki responded gruffly, shoving his things into his bag, talking while he put on his shoes, "My bikes finally fuckin' fixed. I pick it up Wednesday morning."
"That's awesome!"
"It took them too long."
"But it's fixed now! I kinda miss hearing it rumble outside of my place."
"Tch. You miss it?" He mumbled, letting out a quiet 'see ya' as he left.
The loud rumble of his motorcycle rumbled outside of your place, an hour early to his band practice now that he wasn't relying on Kirishima to drive him around.
You heard him rev his engine, once then twice - taking it as a sign to go see him.
Once you were outside you saw him leaned against his bike, "C'mere." His helmet still on, taking out an extra one from his bag - "Get on."
He threw the helmet at you, watching you put it on but not tightening it properly. His voice played through the radio system in your helmet, "can't even tighten it right?" Katsukis fingers tugged the chin strap, his watch catching the sunlight, "Good."
You stuttered, the reality of the situation now hitting you. Looking down at your inappropriate loungewear, the light blue cami top that he picked out in the lingerie store with you and a pair of black sweats.
He got on first, making sure there was enough room for you, "Don't be a pussy."
You shook your head, putting your hands out to emphasize your defensive response, "Are you sure I can wear this while riding a bike?!"
You couldn't tell, he was wearing his signature skull tee-shirt with matching black pants plus he naturally ran on the warmer side, "If you're so damn worried grab a jacket instead of standing there wasting my time."
You ran inside, able to hear his mumbles through the helmet like he was right beside your ears. Talking to yourself as you tried to find an additional layer of clothing. Grabbing the first thing off of your floor - you hastily took off the helmet, throwing it over your head.
"For fuck sakes!" You whined, it wasn't a sweater like you thought but it was the high quality cotton skull-tee shirt that was thicker than the regular polyester shirts, "Fuck it, we ball."
The sleeves of the shirt ran down to just above your elbows, the collar still properly attached and the hem of the shirt falling slightly below your hipbone. Just as hastily you took off the helmet, it was with the same urgency you put it on - slipping on your shoes and stumbling out.
"Took ya long enough," he paused, staring at your shirt, "Tch" He swiped down his visor, "Get on. Act like a backpack, don't put your shoes on the metal shoes or else you'll get burned and hold on if you don't want to die."
Doing what was told, your hands snaking tightly around his waist. Tightening your grip around him as he drove off onto a highway, revving his engine louder as he shifted gears to drive faster.
"This is really fast!" You squealed, hiding your face against his back as he laned split, feeling the wind of every vehicle you passed.
"This is nothing!" Without seeing him, you could tell there was a smile of adrenaline but he didn't dare to ride faster with you gripping him like that.
It was just a loop, coming straight back to your place safely. You could feel your legs trembling, refusing to let go of him just yet, "Holy fuck! That was scary fun!"
"It's fuckin' awesome, just admit it."
Repeating his response with more enthusiasm as you got off the bike, "It was awesome!"
The two of you headed inside, walking to the basement together so he could set up his things before everyone else arrived. He sat on the stool behind his drum set, gently tapping against the tops of each shell. Tightening and loosening each lug until he was satisfied with what he heard.
"How can you tell that they're tuned right?"
He hummed, playing a quick rift as a way of double checking, "Been playing for way too damn long not to know."
"Oh right, you said your parents put you in when you were a kid."
"And you played the recorder."
"It was a mandatory thing for middle school! I can't even play anymore!" You snapped, it was a extremely low instrument compared to his talent.
"Then learn how to play something different."
Shaking your head, "Honestly, I'm not dedicated nor committed enough to do this kinda stuff. It's a cool party trick but not for me." You began to stand up, stretching before you started to head upstairs, "I should probs go so the other's don't assume anything when they get here."
He grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you towards him. Close proximity forced by his strength. You didn't try to pull away, accepting the conditions he began to lead.
Your hand rested on his wrist, "You seem a little different today."
"They won't get here until another fourty-ish minutes." His gaze shifted from the clock to you. A sharp look over his face as thoughts began to run through his mind.
"Fuck it." You mumbled, crashing your lips against him in a kiss of passion and urgency.
His hand went from your wrist to your hair, tugging it back to expose the delicate skin of your neck. "Does raccoon eyes know about all the shit I bought your spoiled ass?" Katsuki hummed against your neck, leaving sloppy kisses.
"No - fuck - she doesn't know, yet. She's been too busy with exams for our nightly phone calls." You whimpered, your hands traveling up his biceps to his shoulders to steady yourself.
"G'd." He stretched out the collar of your shirt more before he completely took it off of you, exposing the laced Cami underneath it, "The matching panties too?"
Nodding, "Yeah. Told ya it was for cute lounging. I only put on the sweats before you came."
"Take 'em off."
Hard Times
| Wc: 02.2k words | Tags: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem ! Reader, Cannon universe, no proofread, all characters aged up, stripper/stripping, true crime mentioned. | M.list | Summary: Living in the same apartment complex as the popular pro-hero who has a doorbell camera outside of his place.|
On your floor, a few steps away from your apartment, was the Number Fifteen Hero, Katsuki Bakugo. Everyone who lived on the floor knew to leave him alone. To not bother the pro hero when he has his moments of relaxation and isolation. He was also the only person on the floor where a ring camera was tightly secured to the doorframe, recording twenty-four-seven; at least that was the rumour.
Every night you had to work your night shifts as a Stripper - meaning you had to walk past his camera almost every day. The two of you had a brief interaction in the stairwell once or twice, which wasn't that memorable. At the end of the day, he was just a regular citizen working for the government to keep the world a better place.
Of course, you knew about him; he was often on the news. Lusted over for his charming looks but berated for his tempered personality - you didn't care to keep tabs about those kinds of things, though, not often did they directly affect you in any way.
Tonight was no different, having to pack your outfits for the night and organize them so your pleasers could comfortably fit inside of the snug duffle bag. It was a routine you've done a thousand times over again. Getting ready like clockwork, doing bold eyemakeup with a bolder lip. Knowing it was going to glow under the UV light, you debated on wearing one of your reactive wigs.
Making your way out, passing by the ring camera, it called out, 'You are currently being recorded.'
"Yeah, I know!" You whined, stopping in front of it, "Okay, so I'm going to work at..." Checking the time on your phone, "ten thirty, and depending on how the night goes, I should be home around two-ish am, and that's on the lucky side. If I'm not home by... four thirty, then be concerned." You rattled off your personal information, doing this every time you walked past the doorbell camera. If true crime documentaries taught you anything - always make sure someone has physical evidence of your whereabouts and personal information for easier identification.
"See ya, kiss kiss." You blew a few kisses towards the camera, making your way down the stairs and to your car. Driving off to the strip club to start a long night of entertaining perverted men and the odd group of women.
The night played out exactly as you expected it to, dancing to 2-3 songs on stage, a private dance here and there. It wasn't the best night for tips, but it wasn't the worst you've ever had. Sitting in front of the mirror, patching up the makeup you were sweating off, listening to the conversation of your co-workers. "Slow night, hm?" One of the girls spoke up, the room humming with agreement.
Slowly, your shift came to a close, a little later than you expected, as you clocked out around three am instead of two. Changing into a matching sweat-suit and your ugly, beat-up sneakers. Dufflebag packed, looking over your station once again before heading to your car to make it back home.
Passing by his camera once again, "I'm back! Around three-thirty in the morning. No need to come save me. Anyways, i'm pooped - goodnight camera, kiss kiss." Blowing your signature kisses towards the lens, making your way to your apartment door.
Sluggishly stepping into your apartment, your shoes were scattered at the entrance. The duffel bag was thrown on the floor, and clothes were discarded, leaving a trail following inside your room. Completely naked, lying on your bed, the floor fan tilted your way, strongly blowing onto your body.
The next morning, you found yourself looking through the practically empty fridge, no milk in sight to support your cereal cravings. Deciding to eat it without the milk instead, it was hard and crunchy, but satisfying. It was roughly ten in the morning, the sun shining through the blinds of the balcony. Cleaning up your apartment to a low standard, willing to do it after your grocery shopping escapade. If you got the shopping done with now, it means that you could nap after your shower later. You weren't on schedule today, so there was no need to worry about that aspect. Focusing on getting the well-deserved rest that your body has been screaming for.
Getting ready for the day once again, plain casual clothing that wasn't anything special. Grabbing your purse and leaving your apartment, walking by the camera once again. "Good morning, neighbour! I'm going grocery shopping at eleven in the morning, hopefully it's not busy. Y'know the drill." You began to rattle off your personal information once again, "Have fun with whatever your plans are today, I dunno when I'm gonna be back, so don't get too worried! Kiss kiss!"
It was a mundane day, doing a few side quests before you went to do the main task. When you finally got there hours later, the grocery store wasn't extremely busy. Giving you the chance to shop in peace without worrying about your surroundings. Despite it being quiet, it still took you a while to gather everything.
Coming home about five hours later, with piles of bags to carry in. Shoving multiple straps onto each arm, as you didn't want to do multiple trips down to your car and back up to your unit.
"You can carry all that?" A gruff voice asked from above, staring down at you with the heavy bags cutting into your skin.
"Yup! I can do it!" You responded with a huff, dragging them up the stairs. Before you made it up all the way, you felt the relief of the man taking a few bags off your arms.
"This shits light, surprised you're struggling so much."
"Maybe cause I'm carrying eight bags?"
"I carry shit triple his weight."
Wanting to glare at him, your head snapped before him. Realizing that it was your pro-hero neighbour, the man you barely see around at all. He was standing there in a plain black T-shirt and matching sweatpants.
"Not all of us are pro heroes, y'know." You doubled down, "and I have more in the car."
He raised an eyebrow at that, "More? Whatcha buy? The whole god-damn building?"
"I did not, it's called saving money to spend an abundance."
"Or reckless spending," Bakugo mumbled under his breath, following you to your door.
You huffed, unlocking the door and kicking it with your shoe. "Just leave it by the door, I'll go grab the rest. And just a little b-t-dubs, I can hear you when you speak under your breath."
"That's the whole point, dumbass."
You rolled your eyes, going back to your car to grab the final bags. Locking the car doors and walking back up to see him still standing there. "Wanted to make sure I'm safe?" You teased, walking past him into your unit but stopping by the doorway.
"Five hours is a long ass time to go shopping for groceries."
Your eyebrows furrowed, a confused pout evident on your lips. He knew you were gone for five hours, but he was waiting for you. Creepy.
"Five hours is an appropriate amount, kinda creepy that you're keeping track of me."
"I was not!" He angrily protested, "It's not my fuckin' fault you prance around my camera every time you go out! I get a notification on my phone, y'know!"
"So... you're saying you watch me?"
"Fuck off." He classily flipped you off, storming into his unit a door down.
You called after him before he could disappear into his apartment, "Thanks for the help, Hero!"
Of course, there was no response, watching his negative brooding energy dissipate the moment he shut the door behind him. Leaving you alone to unpack and organize your shopping haul, putting on the TV drama journalists who have no business going that deep into celebrities' lives.
Settled down in a relaxed state, eating out of your brand new tub of ice cream while watching a true-crime documentary on the small couch. Invested in the serial killer targeting vulnerable women after dark, it freaked you out. Thinking about all the times you were exposed after work, having barely any self-defence to protect yourself in case things went wrong.
You had a tiny can of hairspray in your purse at all times, learning a trick to keep a small aerosol can on you as a self-defence device. Wanting to make a small difference in your life - shoving the ice cream back into the freezer, glaring at it like it personally offended you. Making the decision to head over to your tempered neighbour's apartment to ring that doorbell.
'You are currently being recorded.'
Rolling your eyes at the automated voice, "Hellooo! Hiii neighbour! It's your neighbour - duh!"
Hearing his audio glitch before finalizing, "What do you want," He asked more as a statement than a question.
"Comee out! We need a face-to-face conversation!"
"Just say it now."
"Fine! Teach me self-defence!"
"What the fuck? No."
Your eyebrows furrowed, "Oh, so you don't care if your neighbour gets attacked one day and is too weak to defend herself?" You said sarcastically, trying to push his buttons.
"I saw you attempt to carry eight bags today, seems pretty fuckin' 'defenceless' to me." Even though you couldn't see his physical body, it was clear enough that he used air quotations to emphasize his point.
"So you believe in me!"
"I never said that."
"At least teach me how to throw a solid punch! Or like a cool combination!"
There was no response from the speaker, leaving you there feeling rejected. Waiting for a few more seconds before turning on your heel to go back to your unit.
The lock on the door clicked, opening up to expose him once more to you. The same black shirt and matching sweats he was wearing before, looking at you with a neutral expression on his face, "If you really want to learn, don't waste my fuckin' time with unnecessary bullshit. You listen to what I say at all times."
"Yes, sir!" Buzzing with joy, you gave him a playful salute - it didn't last long because he turned around, walking back into his apartment. That must have been the invitation you needed to enter, reluctantly following behind him.
His apartment was clean, shoes lined neatly at the door - a musky-sweet smell filled the apartment. It seemed like there was nothing out of place; everything had an order and a level of cleanliness that your apartment could never achieve.
He pushed back his couch, placing the back towards the wall to create extra space, "Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just cause you're a girl."
"I hope not!" Wanting to simulate a possible situation you could find yourself in, but you didn't know the extent he would go to.
He didn't verbally teach you a single thing, no instructions, just insults as a replacement. He was harsh on you, kicking you down, pinning you, and placing bruises on your body that were for sure going to show up as deep purple, burst blood vessels. At the end of the session, you were huffing, arms sore, and sweat beading down your forehead.
"Ehh! Not even a glass of water?"
"Do you think you have a chance for a water break in a real situation?" he snapped, "You're slow, how many times do I have to repeat that? You leave yourself open half the time and can't even throw a good punch. Do you not think when you attack?"
"Sorry, didn't know I needed elite knowledge to pack a punch."
"You need a plan, Dumbass. Even the greatest fighters have a plan."
"So... You're saying you have a plan?"
"Of course I do?! Who do you think I am?! Some kind of weak amateur who gets defeated like a pathetic weakling?!"
You watched his facial expressions, how his face would calm after his outbursts. He scanned the room, scanned your body as if he was assessing you and the secrets you held.
"What's the reason behind wanting to learn self-defence?" He blurted, walking over to the fridge to grab a water bottle for both of you.
"Wellll, long story short, I got really paranoid over this true crime documentary I was watching, and I was like 'this could be me' cause I'm normally alone walking to my car in the dark - I don't want to be some helpless girl if someone dares to make me into the next news headline!"
Bakugo hummed, wiping his mouth after the long sip. "That's why you're always statin' your personal information on my camera? Thought it was pretty creepy you're willin' to share that shit to some random."
You snapped your head towards him, "Hey! Firstly, it's important information documented in case anything happens to me! Secondly, I think I would rather have a trusted pro-hero neighbour, to have my personal information, as well as the date and time when I leave my apartment!"
"Uh huh. What are you? Hospitality or Retail?"
"Eh?!" You squeaked, not wanting to give up exactly what you do for work, especially to a man who seems to be above strip clubs and sex workers, "Hospitality, I guess."
Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, sensing the white lie you were trying to spread but deciding not to comment on it further. Instead, standing back up to continue the sparring exercise.
So high
| Denki Kaminari / Fem! Reader | Wc:2,166k | m.list | Tags: Cannon Universe, Fluff, Cannabis, No proof read. | Summary: Sneaking around after midnight in the dormitories while high with your known trouble-maker friend, Denki. |
Knocking on your upstairs roommates' balcony for the fifth time this week, past the tight curfew maintained by the strict vice president of the classroom. This time was different - due to it being a weekend, there was an additive into the schedule involving a well-known friend, 'MJ'. This routine has been going on since the second year; now, both eighteen and third years.
Kaminari's balcony was directly above yours, and you figured out, through trial and error, when the security robots wouldn't detect you climbing out of the building, using your quirk to assist you. It was roughly midnight when you could execute the plan, having less than two minutes to get inside his room. Once again - successful execution.
Standing outside in your pyjamas with the cold air nipping at your exposed skin. Knowing he was awake, as you could see the colourful lamp seeping through the closed curtains. Waiting for him to unlock the balcony door, it was abnormal that it was locked, but you shrugged it off. It wasn't long before he opened the door, moving to the side to let you in.
The room was dimly lit, his LED lamp sitting on his desk illuminating a darker green. The warm-toned fairy lights above his bed were with Polaroid pictures clipped onto the empty spaces between the bulbs. His bed was poorly made, clear evidence that he was tossing around on top of the blankets. His laptop rested open and bright, a dark screen from a movie he had currently paused.
"Shit, sorry. I was invested in this thriller, but it should have been labelled as a comedy." Kaminari lazily closed the meshed-screened layer of the double-doored balcony, letting the chilled air sweep into the room, gently flapping the curtains with each breeze.
"Yeah? Which one?" You asked, getting comfortable on his bed, pulling out the pre-rolled joint from his bedside drawer.
"Dunno man, just some random shit I came across." Denki laughed, lighting a citrus candle Sero had given him a while back. Then, placing the use-for-literally-everything towel at the crack of the door to prevent the smoke from lingering in the communal hallway, "Light it up."
You noticed that he was stumbling while he walked, slurring his speech and a loopy smile permanently on his face, "Did you already smoke one without me?" You asked, offended over his familiar high personality.
"Nope, but..." He couldn't help but laugh, flopping beside you on the bed, "Brownie. Like basically fifty milligrams times two. Homemade." He spoke, trying to emphasize the words with pauses in between.
"Really? From who? Without me?"
"Hanta said he knew a person who had a cousin who made a really strong dosage of edibles. Only ten bucks for a dozen, a deal if I said so. Anyways, Hanta and I split, and both took six out of the twelve for ourselves."
"Kay," You smacked your lips, "So basically a dealer who made who knows how high of a dosage the batch of dozen is... and now out of the dozen you and Sero split even to each have six?" Trying to paraphrase to comprehend his jumbled sentence.
"Hell yeah, dude. Ya'gon light that or what? He pointed towards the joint between your fingers, "You need to get on my level so we can finish this movie together.'
"But I missed half the movie?"
"That's the best part… you don’t need to know anything to enjoy it.” He chuckled, handing you a spare lighter he placed in his pocket from the candle.
Lighting up the pre-roll, the smell of marijuana lingered in the room. The smoke trail dancing towards the meshed-screen as an area to skedaddle towards. It wasn’t a sweet smell, lying in bitterness almost like a subtle skunk smell. Cheap weed from a high school student but the quality didn’t matter anymore; just the effects.
Laying there together, legs intertwined as the joint was passed around like a frat-member in his prime, watching the movie while getting more stoned by the hour. Finishing off the joint to its last huff before you hit the filter, giving it to Denki to dispose of.
As each hour passed the time seemed to slow down. It was obvious your compadre was on the edge of fading, while you were just regular amount of stoned. It was roughly two am and the both of you filled with giggles, having to change the movie to Megamind on Netflix.
“Fuck. I hate to admit this.” You started to giggle, thinking about the chain reaction that was about to start, “I’m like… kinda hungry lowkey.”
Just like you thought, he lit up - sobering up the tiniest bit at the thought of food. On queue, his stomach rumbled loudly, “dude.” He pushed your shoulder, almost making you fall to the side if you weren’t balanced on your left elbow, “I thought you were never going to say that. I’ve been like, like, like uh…” he trailed off, “let’s go.”
He got up first, helping you up. Your hand interlocking with his, whenever the two of you were inebriated with substances it usually meant being touchy and exhibiting PDA by holding each other, constantly touching, it wasn’t any different from the sober self’s- this time it was just more elevated.
The two of you stumbled out of the elevator onto the main floor to the common room. Hushing each other for being ‘too loud.’ resulting in more hushed fits of laughter.
“What do you want?” He asked, looking in the shared fridge for snacks or ingredients.
“Noodles. Grilled cheese. Cake. Pizza.” You started to rattle off, your stomach grumbling and mouth salivating with each item of wants.
“Well, we unfortunately don’t have cake or pizza. So grilled cheese and noodles?” Denki rummaged around, looking for the spare packs of Buldak ramen, “get started on the grilled cheese, I’ll do- I’ll, egg with ramen?” He asked
“Two eggs.”
Trying to cook while high? Disaster, it wasn’t efficient nor effective. “How come my cheese isn’t melt-y?” You asked, flipping it for what seemed to be the tenth time in the past five minutes while the kettle water boiled for the instant ramen.
“I dunno. It feels warm though.” He placed his finger ontop of the soft, uncooked bread. “I think it’s gonna be done soon.”
While he checked the time on his phone, getting distracted and scrolling on social media - laughing to himself when a shitpost came on his feed. Trying to contain his laughter, it affected you. Laughing with him over nothing until the two of you were clutching your stomachs, sitting on the floor with your backs pressed against one of the cabinets.
Looking up at the stove, nudging his side, “oh shit.” You covered your mouth, tears swelling in your eyes.
“What? What is it?” He laughed
“It’s not on.”
“What? What’s not on?”
“My fucking grilled cheese- the stoves not on.” You pointed towards the burner that was currently turned off, your hand shaky. Double breathing to keep your giggles in check, one moment away from waking everyone up with howls of laughter.
“Pffft!” He spat all over himself, falling onto his side and covering his face with his hands to muffle the literal screams of laughter.
“Shut the fuck up!” You whined, following his pursuit, “dude! You told me the food was hot!”
“It-“ he tried to speak between intervals, “I dunno! I’m high!”
The two of you gently hit each other, trying to hush up before someone heard all the hooting and hollering from the kitchen.
“Shh-“ “shut the fuck up-“ “dude I’m trying!” “Pfft!”
The kettle was singing an ugly squeal, but neither of you could even move to take it off the heat source. Too busy on the floor, shaken with fits of silent giggles and tear stained faces.
Click.
The big light turned on, illuminating the whole room - rendering the both of you silent, looking at each other with wide eyes, hands still over mouths.
Now able to see each other, both of your faces were beet red, shoulders still shaking, eyes red and puffy with wet streaks down your faces. Neither of you dared to speak, dared to move. Not wanting to alert the figure that either of you were in here for a two am snack.
“Come out. Now.”
“fuck.” You whispered, muffled into your hands “it’s Mr. Aizawa.”
It wasn’t the first time the two of you been caught doing dumb shit together, being caught by multiple and then reported to your teacher. It stilled scared the living shit out of you two. Especially now being stoned, adding that extra layer of paranoia and unbelievable giggles from being together.
“Don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’re in here.” He spoke again, rough with the edge of sleep and the annoyance of it being so late in the night, “if you don’t, I can guaranteed a week of house arrest.”
Denki uncovered his mouth, emphasizing the words to lip read ‘I’m blazed’
Deciding to take the fault for the both of you, not wanting him to get in extra trouble for being absolutely faded. Standing up, your hands placed neatly infront of your lower stomach, trying your best to put a pitiful look on your face.
“Mr. Aizawa… what are you doing awake?” You tried to start a friendly conversation, wanting to distract him from the situation at hand.
“What is this?” He asked, referring to the messy kitchen.
“I got hungry.” You tried to shrug off, “it’s a little hard to cook in the dark.”
“Where is he?” He asked more as a statement than a question.
“Who’s he? You think I would have an accomplice- I’m offended.” You placed a hand over your heart “I just wanted a midnight snack.”
The teacher groaned, smacking his face in disbelief that you were trying to deceive him. “There’s two of everything being made. Unless you’re going to eat all of that food, I suggest he comes out.”
Reluctantly, Denki finally popped out from under the kitchen island - proving Aizawa’s suspicions.
“My office. Now.” He walked off, expecting obedience.
Knowing the drill, the two of you walked behind him- dragging your feet in unison. Trying to use your eyes to communicate, but after looking at each other for too long it ended up threatening the giggles to spill out.
Taking a seat in the office, Aizawa sat on the other side. Looking tired and disappointed but not surprised, his computer light shining on his face.
He sighed, “I don’t want to know, all I know is that the two of you should be sleeping.”
“But it’s a Saturday.” You whined, “People don’t sleep on a Saturday. You know, most people relax and have a beer or something!"
"Well, you're not most people,"
Denki snickered, mumbling a 'fun police' under his breath. Making both of you snort to keep the fits of giggles contained.
"I heard that, Kaminari, house arrest for five days. And for you." He gazed towards you, letting out a soft huff, "House arrest for four days, and I expect the substances you two are using to be in my office tomorrow morning, or else there will be added consequences."
"What! No fun!" the two of you protested in sync, looking at each other in disbelief.
"You're lucky I don't expel you two. Having marijuana on campus is strictly prohibited and can lead to serious consequences." He sternly said, "Now go to your separate rooms, if I'm woken again from either of you-" he trailed off.
"What about our food?" Denki spoke up, thinking about the half-made food in the kitchen.
"Fine, finish making it and then separate rooms."
You and Denki left his office and went back to the kitchen to finish making the unfinished food. Cracking jokes once again, back into the routine despite getting in trouble.
He snickered, turning on the stove-top this time for the grilled cheeses. Pouring the water into the instant noodles. "I bet he just wanted the weed on his desk to smoke it when he's alone."
"Pfft! Don't say that! If he hears you-" You couldn't help but hiccup between chuckles, "I bet so too. Bro, he's gonna be fuckin' smoking all our stash"
Once the food was made, taking each of the shares with each other - being forced to go to your seperate floors because Aizawa was definitely looking at the cameras.
"I'll see you on the other side." You playfully quoted, ironically saluting him as you stepped off the elevator to your floor.
"I'll see you on the other side." He saluted back with a wink while the elevator door closed.
Going inside your room, it was empty. Missing your above-you-neighbour friend, putting the food on the desk and taking out your phone to FaceTime him.
He answered with no hesitation, "Hey, hey, do you think Mr. Aizawa can stop the two of us if we band together in rebellion?"
"Definitely."
Closer
| Wc: 09.2k | m.list | Tags: Alternate Reality - Fantasy Au, Katsuki Bakugo / Fem! Reader, arranged marriage, no proofread, smut, implications - breeding, slight degradation, unprotected sex, MNDI! 18+, oral stimulation R! Receiving, clitoral stimulation r! Receiving. Ft. Dragon-hybrid Kirishima | Summary | Childhood friends from neighbouring kingdoms were estranged one fateful day, only to be assigned an arranged marriage amongst them to keep harmony between disagreeable customs.
"C'mon!" You laughed, pulling a young Katsuki behind you. "For the potion to work, we need the river water!" You explained in a fit of giggles while Katsuki somewhat protested. The two of you were making a concoction of all sorts of things. A small glass jar filled with sludge, mint leaves, bark, and a random white plant that you hopefully identified as yarrow. The last thing needed in your 'magic healing potion' was fresh river water from a flowing stream.
"This stuff doesn't actually work." He huffed, "You're not actually a magic healer, y'know." But at last, he still followed you to the river. His protests didn't die down when both of you got to the river. Touching the water with his hand to assess the temperature, he watched you kneel at the edge of the flowing water. Katsuki let out a soft, short chuckle to himself, "If you fall in, I'll laugh."
"Then I'll laugh with you!" You beamed towards him, capturing the last ingredient in the glass jar, sealing the lid tightly and shaking up the mixture. "Show me your leg!" You demanded with ease, remembering the fresh wound on Katsuki's leg due to him falling off a fallen tree while he was trying to become a 'leader'.
"What?!" He exclaimed his eyes quickly glancing to his clothed leg, "No! I will not!" Katsuki crossed his arms, watching you pout and plead to him.
"C'mon, Kats! Pretty, pretty please?! I wanna know if it will work!"
"Ugh, fine." He pulled up the baggy, brown linen pants up to his knee. Exposing the healing scar that cut deep on his calf. "This is stupid." he mumbled out, feeling the cold, wet, thick emulsion on his calf, "This isn't gonna work, don't get your hopes up."
"Yes it will! You gotta belive it!" Ever the optomist, you kept your hopes up. Even if it turned out wrong you were ready to tweak it until it did. Wild herbs, medicine and healing techniques always peaked your intrest, wanting to heal the unfortunate with a smile on your face.
He waited a whole day for the 'potion' to work, watching the mud dry and crack on his skin. "Stupid thing, wasting my time on it." He grumbled, drawing squiggles with a stick in the mud. You went back home for the day, back to the palace you belonged to while he stayed with his tribe.
Kirishima came up behind him, his black hair wild and messy that hung loosly framing his face. Coming back from an escapade from the mountains with a basket filled with unique items requested from the tribe. "Did you miss me?" His sharp toothed grin shined towards Bakugo, teasing his bonded partner. "Or were you too busy with her to think of me." Kirishima nudged him, sitting closing beside the already annoyed barbarian prince.
"You're not even back for two minutes and you've manage to annoy me." He huffed with a undenable tilt of the corner of his lips. "I could have came if she wasn't requested to come." Bakugos eyebrows furrowed, looking at the basket, "Thats.. it? They seriously sent you out just for... three items?"
"Yeah! Said it was important! Next time we'll go together! I'm getting stronger!" He smiled, his gaze looking at the princes leg, "What's that?"
"Hm?" Bakugo hummed, becoming flustered as he followed Kirishimas line of sight, "Stupid 'healing' magic. Haven't washed it off yet."
"Really? Thats so cool! Did she make it?"
"Yeah she did. Said it's supposed to work or whatever."
A rude awakening woke Katsuki up, his hybrid-dragon jumping on his bed and more importantly ontop of him as well. "Up! I've been waiting for forever!" Kirishima enthusicatically said, sprawling out beside the sleepy blonde boy. "The king and queen of Sarqora are here"
Katsuki knew that also meant that you were in his sovereingty, it wasn't often that your parents came up. Only when important matters were involved between the two kingdoms. That also means he knew you were coming into his room at any second - being hushed off from the 'adult' matters to play with the barbaric prince and his bonded dragon.
As clockwork you bursted through the door - practice ease as you memorized where his room was located. Standing there with your hair done neat, the ends curled and two soft pig-tails with bows in them sitting at the top of your head. Wearing a ivory linen chisme with a navy blue kirtle that was lightly tied up in the back. While katsuki was still in his cotten tunic and a matching pair of loose-fitting shorts.
His face burnt a bright red, pulling the covers up higher, "Everybody out!"
You and the dragon-hybrid let out a fit of giggles, leaving the room together and standing outside of the closed door. "Did he just wake up or something?" You asked Kirishima in a small hush of giggles after hearing Bakugos scolding from the other side of the door. The black hair boy nodded his head enhusiastically, "Mhmmhm! I had to come wake him up! It's not often that he sleeps in, I feel a little bad for pouncing on him."
"Pouncing on him?" You tilted his head, imagining the high-spirit boy rudely awakening his tempered friend.
"Yeah, but I was requested to by his parents! They said today is an imporant day cause you were coming! I dunno what they were talking about" He shrugged off, jumping from topic to topic with you until Bakugo finally emerged from the room. Wearing the proper clothing that was left on his dresser early in the morning, ruby red acessories that brought out his eyes.
Before anything could be said, Kirishima broke the ice - bringing you and Katsuki out to the garden to play. Passing by the conference room to hushed argumentitive whispered muffled by the thick metal door. Trying to catch a sliver of information to no avail, passing it off as unimportant until brought to attention.
Moments before you came to the Basilisk kingdom for the meetings between superiors, you overheard your parents discussing arrangments and 'location disturbal' - trying your hardest to understand the conversation but to no avail.
Out in the garden the three children were playing around the flowers, a friendly game of hide and seek. You were crouched near a hedge of roses, thorns sharp and pointed towards your skin. Kirishima was the seeker, standing at the entrance of the boistorous freshed-bloomed flowers. Katsukis location was unknown as he went the opposite direction of you - of course he knew the location like the back of his hand. Therefore he always had the advantage against you but was almost an equal with his counterpart.
"Here I come!" Kirishimas voice loudly rang out, begining his search.
Stiffling your giggles, listening to his footsteps run around with the occasional twig cracking under his steps. It felt like time passed slowly as you awaited to be caught - it wasn't the best hiding spot, easily could be sniffed out. Looking at your surroundings, there were different colours of roses in precise rows. Tulips weren't far off and above the tulips you could see a bush of lilies overgrowing most of the garden.
Hanging above the garden was a weeping willow tree, the leaves cascading down in thick sections; making it hard to look inside to the branches. It was rumoured that this was a sacrade tree of the land, one that people seak wisdom from. Your eyes traveled around the tree, squinting closely through the gaps of the leaves - there comfortably sat in the nook of the trunk and a branch as if he was taking a nap.
Compromising your spot, you snuck around to the back end of the tree. Too small to climb up by yourself, trying to get Katsukis attention without Kirishima noticing.
"Psst! Kat!"
He looked down from his spot, a smirk on his lips. "Jealous of my amazing spot?" He shot back, maintaining the same volume as yours. Katsuki carefully moved around, thinking about the situation he will get himself into if he let you up.
"Why should I?"
"Don't be mean!"
Bakugo extended his hand down, using all his might to help you up the thick trunk of the large tree. "You gotta do some work! You're heavy!" He grunted out.
Once you finally got up with him, both shimmying around to find a equilibrium between the two of you in the nook - your dress was covered in bark and debris. Out of breath, your chest huffed in a short pant and so did his.
"My dress..." You pouted softly, trying to brush off the dirt with the palm of your hand, "My parents said not to get this one dirty this time. Shucks, how am I supposed to explain this?"
"Don't matter, it's just a dress. It can be washed." Katsuki commented, raising an eyebrow at your attempts to wipe the traces of dirt clean. "Plus it's a dark colour, I doubt they would even notice it."
"Trust me, they definetly will. They notice everything."
He watched your expression fall, hand movements growing more frantic. There wasn't nothing he could do about the situation, "lighten up, you're up here with me. How often do you get to climb trees and get dirty?" Even though his tone was rough it still had an underlined hint of comfort.
"Yeah...but..." your trouble tone irked him, he didn't see the point of being worried about a speck of dirt. All considering he was caked in mud and other unexplainable things daily. To Katsuki it seemed useless, as his mother always told him 'it could be easily washed off'.
"Hey. I said don't worry about it." He explained again, nudging your knee with his. "Your stupid healing stuff, I guess it worked-ish." Lifting up the dirt stained pants to show the lightly healed scar. "My leg just smelled like.. dirty mint."
"Wow!" You gushed, looking at the scar, "It really worked?! That's amazing!"
"Found ya! Both!" Kirishimas voice rang out from under you two, looking down he was jumping happily in his spot. With ease, the boy climbed up to join the party. "It's cozy up here! Enough room for all of us!" His toothed smile lit up the area, climbing a branch above you.
"Hey! No fair!" Katsuki protested, climbing up higher than Kirishima "No one's allowed to be above me! My orders!" He laughed with ego, claiming his spot above all. "If any of you come up here, I'll kick you down!"
Instead of protesting, Kirishima let out a soft hum and smile. Looking down at you who rested on the lowest branch. "Come join me up here" Kirishima reached his hand down, ready to assist you.
Taking his hand, he helped you onto his branch. Letting you get in a comfortable spot before he could. Still, Katsuki stood tall above both of you - looking over the land that was going to be his one day.
The day went on and the sun went down. As the sky turned a gradiant hue of orange and pinks, your hair was frazzled and your dress having soft tears and stains. The boys were wrestling with each other, rolling around on the dewy grass while you watched them.
Hearing your parents call for your departure. It was the time you dreaded, having to go back home and act like the princess you were supposed to be. Being scolded about the conditions you were left in instead of how you came. "I gotta go." You pouted, getting up from the bench and brushing yourself off.
Kirishima was the first to pout, letting out a loud whine "Already? I feel like you just got here though!"
Katsuki was silent, looking off into the distance with an unreadable expression on his face. His lips pressed in a thin line as he got up, "Let's go then." he said, leading the way inside of the palace. Whenever it was time to leave, Katsuki picked up the habit to walk you back to the entrance. Not wanting you to get lost and not wanting to get scolded by his parents either.
You followed him, talking to Kirishima the whole time. He tried to convince you to stay, using every excuse to tell your parents to convince them to let you spend the night.
"I'm sorry, Ej. I would love to, but I can't" You explained softly, holding his hand as the two of you walked side by side. That earned a quick glance from Katsuki, keeping his head straight and staying silent the whole walk back. Listening to the background conversation that you provided through the dull and empty halls.
"Please, Princess! You never stay the night!"
"I don't have any extra clothing, nor do I have any belongings."
"Don't start speakin' fancy on me now! You're not even out of the doors yet!" The hold on your hand tightened from the whiney boy.
"I am not speaking fancy!" You protested, "It's just-"
Katsuki spoke up, his gaze still foward, "What you're taught? You're gonna abide by their rules for what? Because you're a princess? You don't hear me speaking all that nonsense prissy vocabulary they try to force onto me."
"They don't force it on me, Katsuki!"
"Yeah, Yeah. Whatever, I don't wanna hear it." He snapped back, "if you want to be a princess and abide by that, go ahead. I ain't gonna stop you but don't try to deny the truth."
Rolling your eyes, letting go of Kirishima hand as you emerged out of the front door. Looking at your impatient parents standing by the carriage. Your mother taking a quick glance at your condition and letting out a loud tsk. "That dress was expensive, sweetheart. I told you not to ruin it, and look at your pretty hair. You're a mess."
Your father stayed silent, assesing the two boys who stood at your sides. Opening the carriage door for you and your mother to enter. "Get in, were going."
Kirishima pulled you back, engulfing you in a rather large hug for someone of his size. You looked at Katsuki who had a scowl on his face and a crossed arm, closed off body language.
"Til again." You curtsied at the prince, giving him a slight nod of the head. Changing your tone towards Kirishima, "Bye-bye, Ej!"
Waving them both goodbye as you left in the expensive carriage, the atmosphere crushing you with a gloomy intenseity. Neither of your parents spoke to you, not daring to sneak a glance towards you either.
"How...Was the meeting?" You tried to pipe up becoming barried under the deafening silence. "Well, I had fun." Trying again to engage in a conversation between your stoic parents.
Finally your mother cleared his throat, "You won't be going back there for a while. You're becoming to independent. It's cause of their influence that our kindgom will crumbl and we will not subdeu to their savage ways. Not now, at least." Her eyes were sharp, locked on you as she continued to barrade their ways and your disipline that was slowly perishing. "What about everything I taught you? Have you retained nothing, it's a pity. You're a mess, from now starting you're going to be put under intense supervision in the palace and resume your training. Until you're old enough to wed, you will have compact freedom under my conditions."
A meak response came out of your mouth, "That means I wont see my friends again?"
"No."
"But I- I don't wanna! I don't wanna, I don't want to!" You cried, looking out the window where your friends kingdom stood. "I wanna go back! I dont wanna go home! Mommy, please!"
"Sit properly, princesses dont wail like bansees. Its unspeakable."
"I don't wanna be a princess!"
Your father finally spoke up, banging his hand against the door, "Excuse me? Do you dare to repeat that, young lady?" His tone was sharp, leaving no room for mistakes, and he wasn't going to tolerate disrespect from a child.
"No," You tried to cover up your tears, wiping them as fast as they fell, "No, sir, sorry, sir."
Now grown from under the intense conditions your parents sprung upon you, speaking prim, outfits pristine and elegant, a perfect doll that was moulded from the ground up. Unable to remember the faces of the boys you once considered your friends. From children to now, adults who are ready to rule their kingdoms once the time comes.
Often thinking about what the prince of the neighbouring kingdom was up to, how he changed and what didn't change. Stuck in the library, studying up on the wild medicine identification books - fulfilling your need for the closest thing to being outside of the castle walls once again.
"Princess? The King and Queen request your appearance in the throne room. Quickly, the queen demanded." A messenger came around, giving a soft bow in your presence.
"Thank you," you curtseyed back, putting the book to the side and beginning your dreaded journey to the thrones.
Walking through the intricate doors onto the runway, ivory carpet leading to the throne where your parents sat, clearly disrupting their very important conversation. Both of their mouths snapped shut. Your mother was the first to speak, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"You are being wed next Saturday."
Feeling your head spin and your heart stop, questions racing through your mind. It was obvious from your face going pale that you were experiencing a storm of internal conflict and confusion.
"It is to keep kingdoms at peace. An agreement we had set for ages as old as time."
"And I wasn't told of this till now?"
"Ah, no contractions. Try again," she scolded sharply.
"And why was I not informed of this till now, Mother?"
"Because it did not concern you until now."
"So now I am being shipped off to a random kingdom to wed a random man whom I do not know will be compatible or not?"
She raised an eyebrow at your growing tone, the ends of her lips downturned, putting her chin up and looking down at you, "It is unacceptable for a princess to raise her tone. It does not matter if the prince you are to wed is compatible or not; what matters is a treaty between kingdoms. Your responsibilities come first, not your feelings."
"I am twenty-three. Old enough to be able to make my own decisons independently." You shot back, trying to cover some ground of confidence towards the stone wall presented in front of you.
"You are merely a child."
"I am an adult, mother."
She scoffed, crossing her legs, "You are a princess, not some peasant. Commoners would be licking fieces off the ground to be put in your position. Be grateful, spoiled brat."
Looking towards your usually unhelpful father, who proved himself once again with his stoic words. "You are getting married. That is final."
Holding in the distasteful words circling on the tip of your tongue, "Am I dismissed now?"
"Yes, run along now." Your mother dismissed you with a shoo of her hand, ushering you along like a pesky animal.
As you walked through the door, her voice rang out from behind you, "Oh? And you'll be meeting him tomorrow. Be prepared to go to his walls."
Going back to your chambers, flopping onto your bed with your stomach down and letting out a yell into the fluffy sheets. A headache forming at the temples of your head, and that familiar pit of anxiety. Until you remembered you're leaving the palace walls for the first time in a long time.
That put a smile on your face. Now you couldn't wait to get out - now your future husband was your out.
The day couldn't have come faster, dressed up in a rich forest green dress. Your hair was placed out of your face with a plain matching ribbon acting as a replacement headband. The tailor tightening your corsette just enough to be uncomfortably comfortable,
"Excited for today, princess?" She asked, tying up the strings
"You could say." You hummed, looking out the window that looked over the walls.
"I would be, I heard you are marrying a hunk. A leader," she brought your attention back towards the mirror. Winking at you as she got up, dusting her pants off and leaving you alone in the room.
Making sure you had all your belongings for the day, stepping outside of the main entrance to your awaited ride. Happily getting in, excited for the fact that you were going out, more importantly, alone. Riding up the mountain to the neighbouring castle, which seemed unfamiliar at this point in your life.
Arriving at the smaller castle, it intimidated you. Not being here in years until now, the puzzles are clicking into place that this is where you will wed, and the man you are marrying was your childhood friend.
An escort was waiting for you by the doors, eagerly walking you through the palace, which appeared to be larger on the inside. Walking through the maze of the hallways, taking sharp turns unexpectedly, until the two of you stopped in front of a closed door.
"He's in here, princess." The escort hummed, "I'll leave you to it."
"Ah, what room is this?" You asked, wondering why it had a distinctive scent of fatty linseed oil.
"The studio, princess. Take care," He bowed, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Turning on his heel and leaving you alone with the looming door. Looking back at the door that held your future husband on the other side, the reason for coming here was to get familiarized with the unusual customs and traditions.
You pushed the door open - outstretched on the chaise lounge chair was the boy you once knew. Shirtless with the mantle draped over his shoulders, Ruby red cloth with a dull white fur; clearly worn a lot. Along with only a pair of lioncloth undergarments to cover his hidden sheath between his legs. Being hand-fed grapes by his bright-red hair dragon companion. A stern look on both of their faces, not looking at the painter but at each other.
Bakugo's face expressed a boredom only a muse would know when being painted. Restless and a hint of annoyance as well.
The arist spoke up, not caring that you just entered the door, "whoever you are, can't you see we are busy. If the prince is needed, it shall wait till I finish their faces."
The canvas had a rough outline of the sections he worked on. Detailed with pinpoint accuracy as if it were instilled in time. The painting was almost done, it seemed like. As if they were working on this rather large project for a while now.
Giving them time, you left the room without knowing if they even caught a glance of who you were - or if they did, would they recognize you after all these years?
Exploring the palace, dragging your hand against the texture of the walls. Analyzing all the paintings hung on the walls, it smelled dusty inside the palace. Filled with an unexplainable spice and musk, along with a hint of something citrusy sweet. You couldn't help but huff it in, walking the path towards the beautifully well-kept garden.
It seemed like nothing had changed since you were last here, the garden still a vivid green, the even brighter flowers threatening to steal the show. Even the weeping willow was exactly the same, walking towards the base of the trunk as the memories came back to you.
Mourning the time you were too small to climb the trunk without the help of your companions, all the times that you wished you were old enough to do it independently, and feeling sentimental about how you left things off between you and Katsuki.
Humming to yourself as you waited, listening to the sounds of the nature surrounding you. Smelling the flowers to determine which was your favourite.
"Princess!" A cheerful voice called behind you, before you could turn around, their hands engulfed your waist, giving you a hug from behind. Spinning you around to face him was the dragon-hybrid who changed his appearance.
He seemed almost brighter in a way, more radiant and a contagious happiness that rubbed off on you. "I missed you, princess." He clumsily bowed out of respect for your title.
"Oh my," You giggled, giving back a polite curtsy, "How I yearned for your enthusiasm, Kirishima." Looking past his broad shoulders, but Bakugo wasn't there. "You have grown so... large." You stated, sizing him up subtly.
"Ah? This?" He sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck, a tinge of pink dusting the apples of his cheeks, "it's nothin' really. Gotta be chauvinistic, y'know. Never know who needs protecting." Kirishima gleamed, giving you a thumbs-up with pride.
Letting out a soft giggle, "So chivalry is not dead yet, it appears?" You couldn't help but let out the slightest tease with him. Missing the playful interactions between the two of you, "Where is Bakugo?" You asked, looking around for him.
"Him? He had to get changed and make a presence at a meeting before coming to find you."
"Ever the busy, is he?"
"Of course, my princess. He's a reputable man."
"I did not peg him to be."
Kirishima laughed, leading you around the outskirts of the perimeter, "Trust me, he hates every second of it."
Reminding yourself of how stubborn that boy used to outwardly hate the boring responsibilities, priding himself on the glorious combat side of the barbarian ways.
"You look rather ravishing, princess. You didn't need t'get so dolled up for us." He nudged your arm, careful not to be too rough with you. The last thing Kirishima wanted to do was overcross the undisclosed boundaries.
"Ever cunning, are you not? It is like you never changed since I had to leave."
"Ya'could say that. I just speak the truth!" He laughed.
Noticing that he walked around the grass barefoot, not often did you see that lost form of performance anymore. Clearing your throat, you kept your eyes forward, "and that painting?"
"That old thing? I swear I become sore after every session. It's an arm workout for sure! Phew." He rubbed his voluminous bicep, "We've been working on it for almost a week now. I dunno what it's for, but it's sure as hell boring just standing there for hours while the sun rises. Can't talk or nothin', just there posin' like a statue."
"I see." Letting out a low hum, approaching the luxurious fountain, the two of you settled there. Falling into a comfortable conversation, catching up on the lost time.
"When did you go red?" You asked, touching his spiked hair without permission. Realizing what you did, immediately withdrawing your outstretched hand, "Sorry, I- I mean, may I touch your hair?"
"You don't have to ask! I don't mind at all!" He grabbed your hand, guiding it to the top of his head, "I went red when I was a pre-teen. If I recall correctly, it was around when I was about fourteen?" He questioned himself, trying to remember the exact year he changed his hair colour.
"A bold change, is it not?" You questioned, with a tilt of your head.
"As bold as I want to become!"
The conversation continued peacefully, and he was asking follow-up questions - an active listener to your words.
"Yo," Bakugo's voice cut through the melodious ease of conversation, adding himself into the equation.
"Katsuki! Finally, care to join us?!" Kirishima offered.
Your heart skipped a beat. From the last time you saw him, he was as small as you, putting the two of you on an equal footing, but now he was rather large. Not as broad-shaped as Kirishima, but his body was rather impressive for him. He has grown into his ego, carrying himself with a confident pride that was often mistaken for a cocky ego.
Standing up, you felt short, quickly figuring out how to greet him after all these years. It wasn't as easy with Bakugo as it was with Kirishima; you couldn't hug and make up. The man wasn't known for easy forgiveness.
Giving him an instinctual curtsey, grabbing the hips of your dress to accompany the formal greeting, "Hello, Bakugo. It is nice to see you once again." Watching his face twitch into a scowl
"Cut the shit. I don't wanna hear that frilly bullshit."
"I do not understand what you mean by that, Bakugo. Care to elaborate?"
"That prissy shit? You seriously can't hear yourself? You sound insane," he growled, jutting his chin away from you and puffing his chest out.
"Seriously? We have not properly been around each other for less than five minutes, and you are already trying to aggravate me? Classic." You scoffed, crossing your arms, "You are so infuriating, I forgot about that closed-mindedness of yours."
"Talk to me when you're not under a brainwashed mindset converted from your privileged hierarchy."
"What are you on about?" You snapped back, irked at his implication that you weren't authentic.
"Hey- let's take a breather-" Kirishima butted in, using his body as a divider between you two. That sharp-tooth smile never faded off his face, "Let's do something fun together! Let's have a bonding experience, maybe we can squash our differences? hm? sounds fun to me!"
"Tsk, I have better things to attend to," Bakugo grumbled, walking away from the situation.
The look on Kirishima's face fell for a moment, glancing at his partner walking away, then back at you. "Wait here, I'll convince him to give it a chance, after all, you're becoming wed next Saturday, right? Ya gotta somewhat tolerate each other." He shot you a wink, calling out after the prince while he hurried after him.
"Seriously, dude? Your parents ordered you to spend time with her before the ceremony - you gotta get to know her at least."
"No."
"Stop being stubborn, man."
Bakugo paused, standing in place and thinking over his words. Turning around to face Kirishima, he grabbed the belt of the dragon-hybrids' pants, pulling him closer in a low growl. Unphased as ever, Kirishima just let out a soft sigh.
"Imagine how she feels, bro. Being dropped back into a world of the unknown."
Mulling over his options, he let out a scoff. Locking eye contact with Kirishima, Bakugo's voice was low and gruff. "Exactly. The unknown. She'll die out here if even a speck of dirt touches her porcelain skin. She's like a doll, no longer the woman I used to know. Give her a chance? For what - to listen to her bitch about shit I don't care about?" He let go of Kirishima's belt, "Now fuck off, I have more important shit to do."
"Think about it," he proposed, leaving Katsuki alone as he requested. Coming back to you with a smile on his face, wanting you to stay desolate from the prince's opinion.
"Are you just spending the day, princess?" Kirishima asked, approaching you sitting by the fountain's edge.
"It appears so. I do not know when my next arrival will be. Unfortunately, I am under a tight schedule as the princess. It might be a day from now, or if I had to guess, the day of the wed."
His face fell, "That... sucks."
"It is my due diligence."
Thinking about the exciting experience he could give you. An idea came to the forefront of his mind. "How about we explore the forest, take a walk to the riverbed?" He suggested, "Don't fret, I'll protect you."
"Is that not dangerous?" But that rebellious independence prodding at you, wanting to break free from the shackles of pretentiousness.
"I can feel you're conflicted. No one's going to put your head on the stake if you do what your heart desires. Embrace the freedom when you're with me."
Instinctively nodding, you found yourself rising beside him, following his lead out to the river. "I have not been here in forever." Gushing over the beautiful, flushed scenery as you passed it by. "May I ask why you are not wearing any shoes?"
"Don't need them." He shrugged, "What's wrong with being connected to nature through my feet?" Kirishima chuckled, spreading his toes in the grass. "You can do this as well, princess. No one is stopping you but yourself."
"It is so... unsanitary, what if something attacks my feet?"
That earned a loud bark from Kirishima, "Don't worry about that! I'll save you from the pesky ants." He kneeled to the ground, ready to take off your shoes for you, "May I?"
Place your right foot on the top of his knee. He carefully slipped off the leather shoe that captured your feet. Exposing your toes to the cold, dewy grass. "ew!" You laughed in disbelief, the princess persona slipping with the unfamiliar experience. "This feels so weird! it- it's awesome." The contractions came back into your vocabulary; no matter how many times you got disciplined for it, contractions were in your nature.
Kirishima carried both of your shoes, letting them hang off of his fingers as he led you further into the trees and closer to the rushing river. "Pretty neat," He commented, winking in your direction.
"And here it is, princess. Your beloved water source."
The edges of the river were softer than last time, with a bend further down the line. It smelled like a natural water source, rather than the water in the ponds of your designated backyard of the palace.
"It is.." You began, Kirishima finishing your sentence, "Peaceful?"
Finding yourself nodding in agreement, "I missed this. I missed you. I wish Bakugo were here, though. I understand that he is busy; He is a prince after all." Sucking in a sharp breath, and putting a few of your fingers into the chilled water.
"I missed you more, princess." He hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side as the two of you watched the flow.
The day of the ceremony came faster than you expected. Dressed up in a white V-neck handfasting dress - sleeves that came down to your wrists, flared around the elbow. A ruby-red leather belt and a matching heavy, bright red mantle lined with white fur. Regalia that matched the rustic, barbaric type of ceremonial wear. A thick red choker that had an emblem which rested on the middle of your chest.
Not a single hair on your head strayed off, placed perfectly in the designated area. Being placed in the carriage, the windows were shaded from the inside so neither party could see what the carriage carried.
You watched the woman who was making the final alterations to your dress through the large mirrors in front of you. She was humming to herself, catching your longing gaze through the reflections.
"What questions do you have, princess?"
" If I run away, would you tell anyone?"
She let out a soft laugh, "I would have to mandatorily report you to the Kings and Queens about your forfeit towards this marriage."
Letting out a soft sigh, "What are the rates of divorce?"
"Very low around here, princess. But it's not against the regulations for said divorce."
"Oh. Okay?" You nodded, watching her finish up in the large mirror. Looking at yourself, a pristine appearance despite wearing non-traditional wedding clothing from your kingdom.
The ceremony began not long after, holding your bouquet of fresh, vivid flowers. Standing on the other side of the door by the altar stood Katsuki, your husband to be - it made you nervous not knowing what the future held for the two of you.
The door simultaneously opened, revealing you to the large crowd. Both palaces nobels sitting in the designated seats on the floor. The community that could afford the showing sat in the higher sections on the second floor. The room stilled with a silence, the queue for the live band to play the chosen instrumental.
It was a simple but elegant design of the ceremony. The colours a deep wine red and an airy ivory. Fresh flowers are making their picked debut around the arch. At the stand was Katsuki, standing tall and proud. His chest puffed, and his arms were strongly by his side. He was wearing an outfit harmonious with yours. A corset that cinched his waist, red boning striking against the white cotton. A mantle hung off of his shoulders, matching yours, but his looked thicker and heavier. Silver cuffs up his ears, a red decorative claw on the lobes.
Walking down the aisle to him, looking at all the faces in the crowd. Scanning to whom was your bridesmaid, there were none, but standing by Bakugo's side was Kirishima - of course, he would be, they're a packaged duo. In Kirishima's hand was the pillow where your rings neatly sat on top.
Standing in front of Katsuki, the priest began to speak. Reciting the rehearsed speech to those who cared to hear it. You zoned out with your gaze on your fiancé. Flowers were awkwardly in your hand, unable to hold them until he caught your gaze, bringing you back to the present. Signalling to put the flowers in a pocket on the arch, making it fuller, and your hands are now free to hold his.
"What, you didn't have a rehearsal?" he mumbled under his breath.
"No? Did you?"
"Duh." He squeezed your hands, focusing on which part of the speech the priest was on. "You look... not shitty."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Take it as one, princess."
Bakugo cleared his throat, speaking his vows. It was clear from his tone that he wanted to get it over and done with, not caring about the imagery or the vanity. When it was your turn for the vows, you spoke clumsily and unprepared. Having to rattle off the words that first came into your head.
"You may now kiss." The priest announced, stepping out of the way to keep the spotlight on the newlyweds.
Staring at each other, both reluctant to lean in first. From his crimson eyes to the pink hue on his lips, you caught him glancing, but this only lasted for a few seconds before his hands traveled to your waist - pulling you in close and dipping you before pressing his lips against yours. The crowd roared with hollers and applause; the clapping boomed into your eardrums.
Feeling his large hands tighten around you as he kept you stable, the kiss was powerful and rough. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling yourself closer to his body and deeper into his lips. Once the kiss ended, he gently pulled you up, taking your hand in his and leaving the ceremony.
"What is the itinerary?" You asked, wanting to be updated on the scheduled plan.
"Do you not know anything?" He scoffed, "There's a feast first, then we party. Drinking and fighting."
"And fighting?"
"Are you deaf? Your pretty ass doesn't have to do shit, doll. Just sit there like you're unattainable." He walked you towards the outdoors, where the rest of the night will take place. There was already a hefty number of people, already drinking out of the cups and bottles they brought. "Ya drink?" He asked, walking towards the alcohol stand, pouring himself a drink and expectedly waiting to pour you one as well.
"Uhm, it is not my favourite. I mean, I do not really drink..." You shyly swayed in place, picking the dirt under your nails.
"You're gonna start tonight. It's not bad." He pushed the drink into your hand, watching you take the first sip.
Your face contorted, lips pouty, and eyebrows furrowed, "Ugh, is it supposed to taste like this?"
"Yup, get used to it, princess."
Feeling a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, "There's my favourite couple! How's married life? Everything you wished for and more?" Kirishima spoke above your shoulder.
"Shut it." Katsuki retorted, subtly asking Kirishima if he wanted a drink.
"Not for me tonight, I'm on guard duty until the festia's over."
Butting into the silent conversation they were having with their eyes, "Guard duty? How come?"
Kirishima unwrapped himself from you, standing beside Katsuki instead. "Gotta protect you two, direct orders."
The night continued on, a loud energetic energy radiating through the space. Eating a pig roasting over a fire - then came the drinking songs, the chugging contests, and now came the night of physical endurance contests. The biggest men are fighting each other for glory and pride. Your husband was in the centre of it all as they fought for approval and mates. Katsuki defended himself, instincts as sharp as a wild animal - pouncing on those who got too close. Blood was drawn, skin was opened, and bruises were formed. You couldn't watch, feeling nauseous over the metallic smell infecting your nostrils.
Instead, Kirishima distracted you - giving a play-by-play and normal conversation through it all. "Pretty neat, hm?"
"They do this all the time?"
"Only for important events. Just a way to show pride, y'know what they say, 'no guts, no glory'"
"How do they know when to call it quits?"
"Honestly, princess. This is pretty mild compared to the last event; the last guy was hospitalized pretty badly."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothin'," he laughed, "How come you haven't finished your drink yet?"
"It tastes... awful."
He patted your thigh, humming to himself. "Looks like Katsuki reigns the winner once again."
Finally, you looked towards the crowd, now instead of fighting, men lay on the floor - panting and bloody. Some were dragged out of the field to get medical aid while Katsuki stood proudly, staring directly at you. You couldn't help but blush, looking at his bare, bloodied torso that wasn't his blood on him. Not even a single scratch on his sculpted body, but for the redness on his knuckles.
He took his mantle back as he walked towards your seat, grabbing an extra to sit beside you. "You didn't even watch."
"I saw the ending."
He nodded, cracking his nuckles. Sitting manspread on the seat, showcasing his ego through his body language. "Bored?" he asked.
"Not bored, I think the alcohol is making me tired."
"That wasn't even half a drink, don't be a lightweight."
"And how much did you have? I only saw you have one."
"I don't need to drink excessively to be strong, princess. Liquor doesn't give me the courage I already have."
Mulling over the events that happened today, the kiss is at the forefront of your mind. Replaying the scenes repeatedly, a light blush on your face that could be passed off as being tipsy. Blurting out your insecurities, "Did you enjoy our kiss?"
"No." He shot down, hands resting on his thighs - watching the people dance and mingle. "Don't care for forced kissin', fuck, I don't even care for public affection, I'm just doing this shit cause I hav'ta."
"So... What does that mean for us?"
"It means do your own shit, and I'll do mine; we don't have to be up each other's asses all the fuckin' time. The women here are actually independent. From what I heard from over at your village, your women don't have brains for themselves."
"That is not true." You sat up higher, now facing him, "Firstly, I do have a brain for myself-"
"That's why you're acting like a stereotypical brainwashed prick?"
"You- You are such a jerk! You know that? You do not even know me enough to make false accusations about my character!"
Katsuki scoffed, "I thought I knew you, but every tibit of information I learn I'm further proved wrong. You'll die if you don't adapt to your surroundings. You're in my territory now, adaptability is survival."
"Maybe actually stick around me for a day instead of storming off like a child!"
"For what? For you to ultimately prove me right in the end? You care more about if a strand of hair is out of place than you care for your freedom and morals."
"Just drop it, Kats." You spoke softly, looking away from him.
He paused, shifting in his spot before ultimately standing up, "whatever, just forget it." Katsuki shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, walking away from the crowd to a darker section near the forest entrance.
"You should go after him," Kirishima spoke up, watching his partner storm off with high tension. "Talk to him, or at least try. I know he's difficult sometimes, but..." Eijiro ended the conversation prematurely, helping you to your feet.
A soft sigh escaped your lips, picking up the ends of your dress to assure it wouldn't get caked in dirt or stain from the grass blades. It was hard to see as you walked further into the trees, trying your best to follow the pre-existing path. You could see the outline of his figure retreating further. While you were walking, you felt the coldness engulf your shoe. Getting stuck in what you assumed to be mud, your foot slipped out of the loafers. Stumbling forward, you almost lost your balance, gaining it once again and continuing forward.
The journey wasn't long before you met him at the riverside. He sat at the edge, his pants rolled up with his feet in the rushing water, picking at the grass beside him.
"Can't even announce you were following me?"
Flattening the dress in the back as you sat beside him, "thought you could sense me."
"Don't underestimate me." He snapped back with just bark, with no biting yet.
"I was not."
He huffed, examining a small stone by his ankles. "Decided the half shoe look is ideal?"
"Half shoe- oh." Looking towards the foot that was missing the loafer, "It got stuck in mud, I did not want to get lost out here, so I left it to pursue you instead."
"You're gonna get the dress dirty, y'know."
You looked at the hemming of the ivory dress, then at all the stain-causing problems that could happen. "It can be washed."
That caused him to pause, raising both of his eyebrows for a nanosecond before gaining his composure. The silence was enough of an answer for him to give.
"I am sorry for leaving all those years ago, especially since it was left on such a bitter note." You spoke up, bringing your knees to your chest. It was a soft moment under the moonlight, listening to the sounds of bugs buzzing, the water flowing, and frogs croaking.
"Can you drop the formalities? It's been pissin' me off since you came back."
If you wanted to have a proper, unbiased conversation with Katsuki, it seemed like you had to comply with his wishes. Pushing all your instilled borderline abusive, repetitive training to the back of your mind. The man sitting beside you was front and center.
"Sorry, I don't mean to."
The silence grew comfortable, hearing each other's thumping of the heart and the soft whistle of each breath.
"You're not a weak woman like others, stop acting like you're nothin' more than a fuckin' trophy ready to be presented."
"It's just been hard. You don't understand."
"I'm the only one who does. Ya' don't think I was forced into shit I didn't want to do? I just had a backbone to fight for my shit."
"I have a backbone!" You protested, looking towards him.
He looked towards you, his eyes searching your face, landing in a stare-off between you two. His face was soft, the softest you've seen all night. His crimson eyes search your own, identifying the truths in your words, "Then prove it." He effortlessly challenged, "words don't mean shit to me."
Before you could process what you were doing, you found your body moving towards his. Placing a hand on his pectoral to stabilize yourself as you leaned into him. Pressing a tender kiss on his soft lips, for a man who was portraying a rough persona, he took care of his body.
You could tell he was startled before he leaned into the kiss. Taking control over the situation before it could evolve into something more, he pulled away, "What the fuck?" he questioned, but his hands were itching to move towards your waist.
"I was told of the... 'mating' ritual from Ej, how we were supposed to spend a night of passionate love once the wedding was over."
The tips of Katsuki's ears turned a noticable red, stunned by the information you were given by his friend. Bakugo was planning on skipping that part of the agenda, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with barbaric customs. "And when were you told this?"
"When you were doing that King of battle stuff, we had a friendly conversation."
"Of course, he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."
"Don't act like you can't feel the tension boiling over..." Your hand ran up and down his torso, watching his reaction.
He let out a growl, easily flipping you onto your back; his lips pressed against your temple, leaving a trail of kisses to your earlobe as he lightly bit down. His hands doing their own work, his touch was tender but possessive, ready to tear you apart with a single plea. From nibbling your earlobe to taking off your matching mantle to gain access to your collarbones. He bit down, leaving a hot trail of marks on your neck and shoulder. If anyone were to take a glance at the next morning, the evidence of marking would be prominent.
"I'd prefer the dress off. But it would take too much time, I don't want to waste." He mumbled, using his left hand to undo his pants. While you mewled under him, feeling him part your legs with his knees. He pressed the ball of his knee to your cunt you didn't realize was aching until now.
Katsuki panted into your ear, lowering himself under the dress and between your legs. Easily pushing your undergarments to the side and smelling the aroma of your heated pussy. Groaning at the smell of your pheramones, he couldn't help but grow impatiently rabid. Pressing his nose to your throbbing clit, his tongue delved inside the wet hole as he lapped at your juices.
Whimpering at the sensation of him orally pleasuring you, trying to close your thighs around his face, but his hands were ahead of you, keeping you proud open as he tongue fucked your cunt like a watermelon on a hot summer day.
Once he was done, before you could orgasm on his taste buds, he pulled back - licking his fingers as he maintained intense eye contact, "taste so fuckin' good, y'know that?" He pushed your dress up, helping himself to a visual view of your pussy.
Katsuki felt his cock twitch against his boxers, unleashing his member and watching it spring into a hardened place. He was on the bigger side, pulsating veins running up the base to the tip. The sight of pre-cum already there. His balls ached with the cum he was holding back, ready to fill you up with his seed until you couldn't take it anymore.
"Ready?" He asked, aligning the tip with your entrance.
You nodded, but that didn't satisfy him, "Use your words, don't act like a useless brat. You can talk, can you not? Put that pretty mouth to good use."
"Yes, I want it, I'm ready." You blabbered, excited for the pleasure that was yet to come.
Satisfied with your answer, he wasted no time sliding his velvet-wrapped sword into your sopping cunt. Wetter than it was when he was pleasuring you with his flattened tongue, it was easy for him to thrust into you.
The rhythm was fast, deep, as he pounded your pussy into the grass under you. The loud squelching mixed with the sound of your moans and the noise of his grunts. He wasn't ashamed of being vocal with you, but he loved the way you sounded as you fell apart under his dick.
Your hands ran through the grass, trying to ground yourself with the nature spread under you. Feeling yourself clench around his girth as he rubbed against the G-spot with ease. You could feel the coil tightening with every thrust, and it lasted for a while. He noticed that you weren't tipping under the vaginal pleasure, wanting to make you cum from his cock; his hand reached between your legs. Placing two fingers against your sensitive bud as he circled it with a slight pressure with his fingertips.
That seemed to be the tipping point, watching your thighs tremor under his awakening touch. He maintained the speed of the thrusts and the clitoral stimulation, wanting to do nothing more but make you fall apart under his magma touch. He watched your head lull back, and your eyes haze over. Using the opportunity to attack your sweet spot on your neck, stimulating you in different areas of your body.
He felt himself come close to an orgasm, his scrotum scrunching up as it awaited the moment of release into your opened cervix. The coil located at the pit of your stomach snapped, leaving you silent as the orgasm came in waves. Clenching and un-clenching around him, it signalled his cum to shoot out into you, continuous thrusting as he felt his hot seed spill around his member and out of the entrance.
Katsuki let out the last grunt, carefully pulling out to watch all of his cum gush out of you. It was a mess under the moonlight, but he was mesmerized by the sight. He looked up to your spent face, your chest heaving with the aftermath of the intense mating.
"You made a mess." He commented, wiping off the tip of his dick with your inner thigh before he wrapped it up in his undergarments once again.
"I'd say it's a joint effort, asshole," You mumbled, leaning back on your elbows.
"C'mon, let's get you back so I can clean you up." He groaned, standing up as he looked at you expectantly, wanting you to follow his lead. "Wash it up, don't want you getting an infection." There was a proud smirk at your comment, a hot chill running up his spine from the aggressive talk. He let out a huff, "I did most of the work."
A whine escaped, "Nuh uh! You did not!"
"Yeah? Why not a round two when we get back? Maybe then you can show a bit of backbone," He suggested, that annoyingly sexy cocky demeanour dripping off of him.
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