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âSo,â Katsukiâs deep voice clung to the air, pulling your attention from the empty streets to the side of his chiselled face. His crimson eyes darted to you, then back at the road. âThat shit happen a lot at U.A.?â
You hesitated for a moment, not sure what he was referring to. âIâm sorry, what?â You asked.
âThe shit with those two freaks!â He raised his voice, but suddenly stopped himself as his gaze traveled back to your alarmed face. âTheyâve done that sort of thing before right? Seemed like that green haired loser and you knew what was up before you even got to the bar.â
You let out a soft sigh and stared down at your bag. âOkay, first of all, Izuku is not a loser. AndâŚyeah. Theyâve shown up before. Iida says theyâre from a bar on the other side of town. You know, where all the run-down buildings and stuff are. I donât really know why they always want to cause trouble, though. Maybe theyâre bored or something.â
Katsuki listened and stared at the road thoughtfully. âAnd you havenât done anything about it?â
You turned your head over to him. âOf course, we have. Or at least, tried to. But like Iida said before,â You yawned loudly, the corner of your eye watering. âWeâre in desperate need of more security. Over half of our old staff left to do bigger and better things. Heard a couple of them are bodyguards now for celebrities and presidents. Kinda cool.â You lazily turned your head to rest on the back of the seat, staring mindlessly out the front window.
Katsuki shook his head. âItâs fucked up that you have to deal with those crackheads.â You caught his gaze out of the corner of your eye, staring down at your injured arm (although your sweater covered the bandage, he still knew where it was). âYou even got hurt. Fuck that!â His tone increased the more he thought about in incident.
You narrowed your eyes in confusion at him, but the corners of your mouth turned up in a smirk, finding it somewhat amusing at how caring this brash man was towards you.
Why does he care so much?
An idea struck you just as you were about to say something in return, deciding to take this as an opportunity to recruit him once again. You ran a hand through your hair quickly making it look slightly messy. You widened your big (e/c) eyes at him. Katsukiâs eyes darted back and forth between you and the road.
âI know~â You innocently purred. Katsuki perked up like a kitten at the sudden alluring sound of your voice. âThank god you protected me when you did, or things could have ended really terrible for me.â You kept your voice light. Katsukiâs head turned in your direction, a confused scowl on his face. You delicately placed your hand on his right bicep. Holy hell was it ever solid. âI donât know what I would have done if you werenât there~â You felt him flex under your touch, you internally smirked.
Katsuki felt his heart pound in his chest as he stared down at you. Your soft face glowed under the city lights, and your body looked so small in his car. Batting your eyelashes at him made his palms sweat. You were driving him crazy. Even if he played it off in the club that he didnât fall for your innocent act, hell he even knew it was an act, here he was, melting right into your hands.
Katsuki cleared his throat. He forced himself to look away from you, his mind beginning to mentally strip your clothes away.
âIs that so?â He grumbled, moving his right hand up to grip the steering wheel. His fist squeezed around the orange and black leather, muscles rippling under your touch.
âMhmm~â You hummed, watching him narrow his eyes at the road. âYou know, I would really appreciate it if you could protect me all the time at U.A.â You ran a finger along Katsukiâs arm as you spoke.
Like a light switch turning off, Bakugou snapped out of this trance instantly as he realized what you were trying to get at.
âY-â
âForget it princess Iâm not being a fucking bodyguard for your club.â He rudely interrupted, his intense gaze never leaving the road.
You stared at him in bewilderment. Thinking this whole time, you had him wrapped around your finger, clinging onto every word you spoke. You really thought you were going to convince him. You mentally scrambled to recover, trying to piece together something to say that could turn this conversation back around.
âWell then I-â
âAnd you can drop the innocent act already! I told you once that shit doesnât work on me.â Katsuki lied.
Tired and just about done with today, you gave up. Huffing out a sigh and leaning back into the car seat. Your hand fell from Katsukiâs arm and rested on top of your bag.
âWorth a shot,â You said in defeat, âI had you going for a little while there, though.â You teased glancing back over to him.
âYOU DID NOT!â He retorted, squeezing the steering wheel tightly in his fists. âI DONâT FALL FOR STUPID TRICKS LIKE THAT!â
You couldnât help but laugh at his childish outburst. The tops of his cheeks ghosted a blush.
âYeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night,â You continued. âIâll convince you to work as a bodyguard at U.A. one day, you just wait and see.â
Katsuki scoffed. âYeah fucking right. Iâll be dead and gone by the time that happens.â
âIs that a challenge?â You humorously asked, smirking up at the man beside you.
Katsukiâs interest was peaked. He didnât want to think about it, but he couldnât remember the last time he had an amusing conversation like this with another woman. He glanced down at you, the car slowly stopping in front of a red light.
âMaybe it is,â He challenged, a smirk slowly crawling onto his lips.
âWell, challenge accepted then~â You purred, leaning closer to his body. Katsuki leaned in as well, his right arm resting against the arm rest between you two.
âDonât cry when you lose.â His voice was deep, and his breath fanned over your cheeks, making them heat up.
âGood thing I donât plan on losing~â You leaned in closer, watching his ruby eyes stare at your lips then drift up to your eyes. The same needful lust rushed into your veins.
âI donât think you realize what youâve got yourself into.â His tone was lower as he leaned in further, your noses almost touching.
You felt your cheeks heat up even more. He was so close. Staring at your eyes and then staring at your lips. Tension hung in the air between you like wet laundry. You could practically feel his lips on yours they were so close.
âOh?â You batted your eyelashes as you teased him more. âI think youâre underestimating my skills.â Your warm breath casted overâs Katsukiâs face. He felt an animalistic need grow in his stomach. His pants becoming increasingly tight.
âAnd what skills would that be?â He asked, a small part of him begging for the answer.
You leaned slightly closer and boldly placed your hand on his chest. Keeping eye contact with him, you slowly unbuttoned his top button. Heat radiating from both you and Katsuki warmed the inside of the car. Katsukiâs left hand gripped the steering wheel, trying to keep himself together. You soft fingers ran under his shirt once you got the button undone. His skin was almost hot to the touch.
âIâve got a couple tricks up my sleeve~ But if I told you, youâd know what to expect.â You practically whispered. The nerves in your entire body where going crazy as you watched Bakugou stare at your lips, only an inch away from his. You felt like you were in the booth with him all over again, except this time there was no Todoroki to interrupt.
You watched as Katsukiâs eyes became lidded as he leaned in more, trying to close what little distance there was between you.
But you stopped him, pushing on his chest with your hand. His eyes opened more and looked at you with confusion. You stared at his lips. Those pulp lips you wanted so badly.
It was too soon.
Katsuki didnât say anything. He leaned away more, his dark eyes holding some sort of understanding. The light suddenly turned back to green. The blond leaned all the way back in his seat as he started the car forward again. You looked away, out your window. The tops of your cheeks and ears feeling like they were on fire from what just happened, or almost happened. You rubbed your thighs together nervously under your bag.
âWhy donât ya become a dancer and maybe Iâll consider it,â Katsuki stated, half joking.
You looked back over him, raising one of your eyebrows. Katsuki stared at the road but subtly smirked as he saw your reaction out to corner of his eye. Your cheeks heated up once again as you imagined yourself up on the stage, suggestively dancing for everyone to see.
âI guess you really will be dead and gone when you agree to become security.â You flatly answered, watching as his expression dropped.
His eyes darted over to you then back to the road.
âWhy wonât you be a dancer? It sure seems better than serving drinks to drunk rich pricks!â He argued.
âI already told you, itâs just not really my thing. And I like being a waitress!â
Katsuki clicked his tongue. You stared at the side of his face, trying to read what he was getting at with this conversation. You leaned more into your seat as you decided to test the blond.
âIf I were a dancer I wouldnât be able to see you as often as I do now being a waitress! Iâd only get to see you if you booked me for a personal showing in one of our private rooms. Is that why you want me to be a dancer? So you can have me all to yourself? ~â
Watching Katsukiâs ears turn the slightest bit redder and face scowl more intensely, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from blatantly smiling.
âTHATâS NOT WHY IâM FUCKING ASKING!â He practically exploded.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud. âOh? Itâs not?â You gasped, pretending to be surprised. âYou just want to look at me in kinky outfits and watch me take them off, donât you Bakugou? ~â
âFUCKING FORGET IT! I donât want to watch you make a fool of yourself anyways! You probably got two left feet!!â He angrily retorted, his whole face slowly turning into a tomato.
You let yourself laugh at his reaction, the airy sound of your soft giggles filling the inside of the black sports car. Katsuki glared over at you, hating that you were finding his embarrassment so hilarious. He also hated that even if you were joking, your reasons were right about why he wanted you to be a dancer so badly.
Suddenly, an idea struck Bakugou. You continued to laugh as a devilish smirk creeped itâs way onto the blondâs face. He slowed down at the stop sign. Turning towards you, he grabbed your face in his large hand; shutting up your laughing and catching your attention. He leaned in close. Now it was your turn all over again to get all red and flustered.
âYou know what? Why donât we make a deal then?â His tone was mischievous, making you nervous for what he was going to say next. âIâll agree to work at your club as a shitty security guard if you become a dancer.â
Your eyes widened. Was he really proposing this right now? You groaned, knowing you would never get up on that stage and strip down to your underwear with some seductive beat Jiro had made playing in the back.
âYouâre kiddingâŚâ You cautiously said, but his stern face told you otherwise. You took a deep breath in, taking his intoxicating scent in with it. ââŚFine.â You softly agreed.
Katsuki smugly smirked as he turned his attention back to the road. He put his foot back on the gas, continuing down the dark streets.
You stared down at the bag on your lap as you thought about what you just agreed to. You knew this was a win-win for Katsuki. If you didnât dance, heâd get to just continue being a customer and youâd still be short in the security department. But if you did, then he got to enjoy watching you dance. Sure, heâd have to be a security guard, but remembering how despite Iida was by throwing in multiple benefits, he figured he could just slack off anyways. You felt your ears become hot, as if they were up against a match, at the thought of dancing in front of Bakugou. Your cheeks deepened in colour as the other boys filled your head. All of their eyes on youâŚyour bodyâŚmaybe this isnât such a bad ideaâŚ
A section of hair stuck to your face as you tried pulling Ochacoâs blackout drunk body up from the employeeâs room couch. You huffed out a frustrated breath as your arms went shaky and weak, letting Urarakaâs dead weight sink back down into the old piece of furniture. She peacefully snored into a plush velvet red pillow. You glared down at her.
She really gets off easy by blacking out huh?
You shook the shakiness out of your arms and dipped them back down, gliding them under Ochakoâs armpits. You grunted as you tried lifting her weight once again, pulling her upper body slightly off the couch.
Doesnât have to deal with crazy League Club membersâŚ
Your bare feet froze against the cool hardwood floor in the employeeâs room. You sucked in a breath as you unsuccessfully attempted to drag her body off the couch. The cut on your arm sending shots of aching pain into your fingertips.
Doesnât have to help close the clubâŚ
A sad sign left your lips as your muscles gave up and you let your friend/co-worker fall back down into the soft couch.
And nowâŚhow the hell am I going to get you in a cab?
Bringing your hand to your head, you ran your fingers softly through your hair. Staring down at Uraraka, your gaze softened.
You and Uraraka were the last employees in the building. After the club had closed for the night, you changed into your comfortable clothes; an oversized blue quarter zip sweater and an old pair of black leggings. The sweater hung off your body like a pillow case, ending just past your bum. The sleeves were slightly too long and hung past your hands, but you liked it that way.
Mina and Toru left shortly after the whole âincidentâ with the dancer that had gotten injured. The rest of the dancers decided they didnât feel safe sticking around tonight, so they left early too. Iida trusted you in locking the club once everyone had left, as he had to run to the police department to fill out papers regarding the assault and go see a doctor about his most-definite broken nose. Tsuyu, Momo, and Izuku offered to help you take Uraraka home, but you reassured them you would be fine on your own (which you now painfully regretted). You two have been working together for years, and you both came up with a system of taking care of each other when you got a little (or a lot) too drunk. You would bring her back to your apartment and let her crash on your bed, while you took the couch. And vise-versa for you at herâs. The mornings usually consisted of greasy brunch takeout, Advilâs, and lots of laughs about the night before.
Alright. Just gotta get you off this couch, into a cab, and up to my apartment, then weâre home free girl. Then itâs laying down on a comfy bedâŚor couch for meâŚand French fries and waffles in the morning!
Determination ran through your veins as you grabbed onto Ochakoâs shoulders and pulled her upper body into an upright position. You quickly dug your arms under her armpits and began trying to pull her up with all your strength.
Suddenly, the door to the employeeâs room busted open. You squeaked and jumped in surprise, thinking this entire time that you were the only person in the building. Your eyes immediately darted to the door and your surprised expression turned into that of confusion. Your brain blanked as you tried to stutter out a sentence.
âB-Bakugou? What are you still doing here? The club closed half an hour ago.â
The tree of a man stood in the doorway with his hands resting in his pockets. âYou think I donât know that?! Weâve been waiting for your weak ass this whole goddamn time! Hurry the fuck up! What are you even doing?! You canât lift this broad up or something?! She looks like she weighs 50 pounds!â
Your cheeks and ears heated up intensely as he stared at you. âN-NO! Iâve got everything under control, thank you very much! You guys just leave, donât keep waiting for me! Iâve gotta get a cab anyways!â You grunted as you readjusted your grip on Ochako.
The blond rolled his eyes, his expression narrowing and his features scowling. He began stomping in your direction. Your heart pounded in your chest; the oh-so-familiar attraction your body felt for him sending a soft shock through your thighs.
âA-ah! Seriously youâre not supposed to be back here! Iâm locking up tonight, so you and your friends should just leave! No need to wait for me!â you stated rather unconvincingly, voice wavering as you felt a droplet of lust plummet into your stomach and cause a rippling effect of sensations through your body. His intoxicating ruby eyes never left yours. You were so focused on his muscles and handsome features you barely noticed him lift Ochako out of your grasp and throw her over his broad shoulder.
You snapped out of your thoughts at how easy Bakugou had lifted her. Like she weighed nothing, yet here you were for 30 minutes still trying to get her upper body off the couch.
âH-hey!â You protested, reaching your arms up to grab your friend.
Bakugou turned around and began walking towards the employee door once again. Ochakoâs arms hung over his shoulder and down his large muscular back.
âHey! What do you think youâre doing?!â You yelled, quickly following behind him.
Bakugou turned around suddenly, making you bump into his solid chest. Your cheeks heated up once again as you felt just how ripped he was. It was like bumping into a brick wall. His stared burned into the top of your head. A hot shiver ran down your body.
You quickly stepped away and apologized softly.
The corners of Bakugouâs lips turned up into a small smirk as he stared down at your red cheeks and listened to your soft flustered voice. He turned around, facing the door once again.
âIâm driving you home,â Your heart rate picked up in your chest. âSo, get your shit and letâs go.â
What the hell is with this dude? AND WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ME?! Hormones, please calm yourselves down already!
âW-what? Thatâs a really kind offer but I canât accept it.â You protested. Bakugou looked down at you over his shoulder, not expecting that answer.
âAnd why the hell not?â He asked, confused and slightly irritated.
You took a deep breath in, feeling gravity slowly begin to pull on your tired body.
âYou expect me to just accept a ride home with a man I only met a few hours ago? Iâm sorry but that is out of the question!â You stated, putting your foot down. âI appreciate what you and your friends did tonight, helping us out with those two attackers, even if you didnât need to step in or anything. But I can take care of myself and my friend. Your offer is appreciated but not needed.â
Your stubbornness surprised and intrigued the tall blond. He turned his body back around to face you.
âIs that so?â
You nodded, your eyebrows knitted together in determination.
You knew this man had some sort of spell over you, but you certainly werenât going to let him know that. And you didnât want that spell to make you obey everything he said. Him and his friends were certainly handsome, heck, they looked like reincarnations of gods, but you were around handsome men al lot with work, you werenât about to let these boys run your life. You already felt some-what guilty (and grateful of course) that they ended up in the middle of dangerous club affairs, even if they voluntarily put themselves in it. They were doing so much for you and you had just met them a few hours ago. How is it that they cared so much?
Katsuki clenched his teeth, causing his jawline to flex. Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at his gorgeous face. His sturdy and tall body towering in front of you. Heat from your cheeks washed down your face and spread into your chest. The blond took a step closer to you, his cologne washing over your senses and pulling you deeper into a trance. He had that sexy man smell; the one that smells like a California king bed in a pine wood cabin. You felt the inside of your thighs tingle as you took another breath of it in.
He dipped his head down to yours. Your faces only a few inches apart. You watched his ruby eyes stare at your lips, then drift up to your eyes. The heat in your chest dripped down into your stomach.
âI donât really think you have much of an option right now, angel face. Seeing as you could barely lift your friend here off that couch.â His minty, warm breath graced over the tops of your cheeks.
You swallowed as his words crashed into you. He was right. You had been getting no where before this. You felt your body leaning towards his, an instinctual need to be closer. You wanted to press yourself up against his chest and really feel his muscles. Oh, how easy it would be to just touch him. You were already so close. You could feel the heat from his body radiating off him and warming your chest.
âNow donât be stubborn and grab your shit. Or else Iâm leaving your ass here and taking your friend with me.â His deep voice echoed against your face. You looked at his lips. Only a breath away from touching yours.
Blinking, you felt your eyelids weigh half as much as they did before. Your fatigue pulling you out of your lusty trance. âFine.â You tiredly answered, turning around and walking towards your locker. âBut only this one time.â
Reaching into your locker, you grabbed your dufflebag and the key to the locks on the clubâs doors.
Katsuki pushed the employeeâs room door open and began walking out, you idly followed behind him, readjusting your bag strap over your shoulder. A subtle nervousness settled into your bones as you walked behind the tall male. Not entirely sure why you were suddenly feeling this way, you supressed it by trying to focus on the interior of the club. It was dark and quiet. Chairs laid upside-down on top of tables. The bar was closed, and the liquor was locked up. You recalled all the doors in the building you had already locked, the front being the only one left. Your steps echoed throughout the large building.
âBro, what are you doing?â The sound of Kaminariâs voice pulled you from your thoughts and to the entrance doors of the club.
The dirty blond was slightly dishevelled, with only the two bottom buttons of his shirt done up, his sweaty muscular chest left exposed.
âYouâre riding with the ice princess and the three dumbasses.â Katsuki demanded, walking past his friend and out the front door.
Kaminari looked over at you with a concerned expression, then back at Bakugou. You shrugged as you walked up to him, closing the club door behind you.
âIs your friend alright?â He asked you, shoving his hands inside his pockets and leaning onto the exterior of the building. âWait a secondâŚisnât she the girl-â
You stuck the key inside the doorâs lock. âThat was feeding you and Tetsu shots on the dance floor and drunkenly feeling both your bare chests? Yes, yes she is.â You answered for him.
Kaminariâs face bursted into a flaming hot mess as the foggy memory began to resurface in his mind. The fact that you had to see him like thatâŚwas not ideal for him.
âRight,â He embarrassingly said, âWell is she going to be alright? Should I be worried Bakugou is putting her in his car like a sack of potatoes? Are you going with her?â He asked, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.
âYeah, sheâll be alright. Just got a little too drunk is all.â You turned the key. âAnd he basically demanded that he drive us to my flat. Didnât really give me much of a choice, but I appreciate it nonetheless.â
Kaminari nodded, looking over at Bakugou carefully place Ochakoâs body in the small back seat of his sports car. Shoto stood beside him.
âYou know there isnât enough room in my car for Kaminari, Kirishima, Testu, AND Sero, right?â Shoto sassed Katsuki, placing both his hands on his hips.
The boy slammed the car door shut and looked over at the heterochrome man. Â
âWhat are you planning, Bakugou?â Shoto narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
âNone of your fucking business. Just throw one of them in the trunk and deal with it.â His voice was threatening. âOI! [Y/N], ARE YOU COMING OR WHAT?!â He angrily yelled looking past Todoroki and over to you.
You felt the doorâs lock slip into place and immediately pulled out the key. Jiggling the door handle a couple times to make sure it was locked.
Turning to Kaminari you gave him a sweet smile. âThanks for all your help tonight, by the way!â
Kaminari gulped as he looked down at your soft face. He didnât know if it was the alcohol in his system or a hormonal spike, but he suddenly felt knotting in his stomach. âA-ah, yeah no problem! Glad you arenât leaving with any serious injuries! Are you working tomorrow night?â
âYep! Itâs our monthly theme night tomorrow night. One of the most popular nights we have! Will I see you there?â
âAh YES!â Kaminari coughed, âI meanâŚwe might stop byâŚâ he said, running a hand through his hair, trying to play off his outburst.
You giggled, âAlright well Iâll see you tomorrow night, and Iâll definitely see Tetsu, Sero, and Kirishima now that theyâre working for us! Have a good night!â You gave him a small wave and made your way over to Katsukiâs car.
When your gaze finally fell on his car, your eye couldnât help but twitch.
Of course, he has a sexy black sports carâŚ
Katsuki was already in the driverâs seat. The back-tail lights flashed on and the carâs engine roared like a wild beast. You made eye contact with Todoroki as you made your way to the passenger side of the car. His face was stern, and you wondered to yourself if he ever really made any other expressions.
âGoodnight Todoroki!â You sweetly said, lifting your hand slightly to wave goodbye.
â[Y/n],â His voice was calm as he took a step closer to you, his left arm extended in the air slightly, as if he wanted to grab onto your arm but didnât quite make it. âDo you feel safe getting a ride with Katsuki?â
You raised your eyebrow at his question. âShould I not feel safe?â
Todorokiâs gaze left your eyes briefly and drifted behind you to the car. Something about his actions made you feel slightly uneasy.
âNo,â His eyes fell back on you, âI just wanted to make sure you felt alright.â
âDonât worry, Iâll be okay! You gotta be tough to work in this business,â You half-heartedly joked, Todorokiâs expression remained as solid as ever. âIâve dealt with a lot of arrogant and pushy men before. So if he tries anything I can take care of myself!â You breathed out an airy laugh.
Todoroki paused before saying anything.
âYou shouldnât have.â His voice was so gentle it caught you off guard. He stuck his hands into his pant pockets. âGoodnight miss [L/n].â He said as he retreated to his own black sports car.
Your gaze lingered on his retreating form. You werenât quite sure what you made of Todoroki. He was mysterious.
Katsuki revved the engine of his car impatiently, as if to say âget the fuck in the car alreadyâ. You turned around and extended your hand to the carâs door handle. The door lifted over the roof of the car. Quickly, you pulled your dufflebag into your lap and got into the carâs black leather seat. You practically fell into the seat, the car sat so low to the ground. Your door began to automatically close, but you were too focused on staring at the inside of Katsukiâs car. Everything was black leather, with bright orange details running along the sound system and steering wheel. It looked and smelled more expensive than everything you owned combined.
âBuckle yourself in.â He demanded.
Your hand lifted behind you to reach for the seat belt as you stared at Bakugou. The florescent blue glow of the cities lights casted shadows across his face and body. He sat straight in his seat, making him appear to be as tall and solid as a brick wall. His features were turned in a scowl, but a handsome one. Blond unruly hair hung over his forehead. You thought for a second that his face must have been shaped by the godâs.
You buckled yourself in. Katsuki wasted no time in revving his engine one last time before speeding out of the curbed parking spot and onto the road. His left hand gripped the steering wheel in a fist, an equally large and expensive watch on his wrist. His right hand rested on his lap. The car was surprisingly quiet when driven.
âWhatâs your address?â He asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
â17 Meridian. Itâs one of those brick townhouse apartments.â You answered, Katsuki simply nodded.
Turning your attention away from the handsome blond man, you stared out the tinted window at the dimly lit streets. Not a soul was out. Wealthy bachelors retreated into their condos with an equally wealthy woman. Married men and woman drunkenly stumbled into one of many apartment rooms to fool around with their mistresses. Some went back to a hotel bar to drink the night into oblivion. Quiet settled over the city like a blanket over a child. The air was cool, and a barley visible fog began to accumulate around the tips of the corporate buildings. Mercury street lights sent a soft glow to the streets. The city was asleep. It was peaceful.
You listened to the quiet. Enjoying it while it lasted. A subtle ring in your ears being the only noise you could hear.
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