Tumblr FINALLY restored my blogs that were killed by them.
At this point, I see no point in going back to my original blog @cutesuki-bakugou, since I already have more of a following on here. But, I won’t be deleting it just because I do have older writings on there and I don’t really want them to poof. I will be making ONE post on there that it is inactive, so please, just IGNORE THAT BLOG unless you want to link / reblog stuff from there, that’s totally cool.
My art blog was restored as well… I have yet to decide if I want to go back to that one since I have more followers there, or just continue with my current one since it’s been so damn long…. I’ll make a decision soon I suppose.
But yeah, cutesuki-bakugou with ONE dash is the OLD blog and is inactive.
All in all, I am… not happy about the way that this was handled by Tumblr. They forced me to start all the way over, after NO information or contacting me with and details for almost A YEAR. Then they just restore my blogs out of the blue? At this point, I think it would have been better for them to have never been restored…. now i have to deal with them.
It’s an odd mix of emotions… If anyone has any advice, I’ll happily take it. I just don’t know what to do about my art blogs…
PER THIS POST ON MY CURRENTLY ACTIVE BLOG, PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS BLOG IS INACTIVE AND CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. ALL INQUIRY WILL BE IGNORED, PLEASE DIRECT ANY CONTACT TO MY CURRENTLY ACTIVE BLOGS @cutesuki--bakugou OR @hvalrossart
Story Rating: Teen (Cursing, possibly triggering topics explained further below)
Genre: Romance / Humor
Main Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC) Pre-Relationship
Words: 2,652
A morning run and work out goes a little bit different than usual for the friends who are already struggling with awkward teenage feelings as it is.
Warning: There is a situation with a topic that could be considered very sensitive, triggering or offensive. Please read with caution if situations or hints of blood, violence, or non-consensual sexual situations is touchy for you. Nothing actually happens, but there is a vague and quick statement made. Thank you.
Read On: AO3 | FF.NET
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The blaring sound of her morning alarm clock woke Koge up abruptly, making her jerk awake out of a calm and restful sleep. With a groan, she stuck her hand out of the warmth of her blanket, snatching onto her phone and pulling the screaming device back underneath. Squinting at the blinding brightness, she swiped her fingers across the screen to turn off the alarm, sighing as she let the phone fall to the pillow beside her head. Morning already… I guess that’s what I get for staying up late. She pulled the blanket off from over her head, looking at the window to her bedroom. It was still barely dusk, the sky mostly dark with only a small hint of orange sunlight in the distance.
Sometimes, Koge really hated her decision to stay dedicated to running every morning. Why hadn’t she picked the afternoon instead? Or right after school, using the track there? She wasn’t sure, but after a few months of running every morning, she had hoped she’d get used to it. Sadly, that didn’t happen quite yet, and she still struggling to pull herself out of bed every morning. The only thing that really helped her to be excited about her morning jogs was her running partner. To her surprise, he had always been more of a morning person, with that ‘early to bed, early to rise’ mentality. He wasn’t ever exactly chipper in the mornings, but he had way more energy than she ever could.
Knowing he would be upset if she were late getting down to the sidewalk, Koge dragged herself out of bed and to her bathroom. At first, she could only stare at her disheveled, exhausted figure in the mirror, scoffing softly. “Yeah, Koge, you look like you slept like shit.” She snatched her brush off her bathroom counter and began to brush through her white hair, ignoring the uncomfortable tugs of tangles. In a tired daze of yawning and rubbing her face, she eventually finished getting ready, hair up in a high ponytail and headband holding back her bangs. She had also dressed in basic work out clothing which consisted of a blue sports bra that covered down to her belly button, a pair of black leggings, a thin jacket and white tennis shoes.
Twisting her torso a bit to stretch, she looked herself over in the mirror, a bit surprised at how her body had changed after one year of high school. It was obvious why, her constant hero training at UA being ridiculously intense, on top of training with her close combat mentor outside of school. She was quite proud of herself, and she couldn’t help but wonder if a certain boy had taken notice. Shaking those thoughts from her head, she snatched her phone off her bed and headed down the stairs of her home, calling out to her father in the kitchen that she was going out for a run. He only responded with his typical comment to ‘be safe’ before Koge was outside, the door shutting quietly behind her.
Slipping her phone into one of the pockets in her leggings, she took in a deep breath of the cool morning air, hinting that spring was quickly approaching. She loved this weather, where it wasn’t too hot or too cold during her jog and she could be comfortable. Letting yet another loud, heavy yawn pass her lips, she left the doorstep of her home and headed out onto the sidewalk, glancing down the road to where her jogging partner was usually waiting for her. As expected, he was already there, stretching his legs. That flutter of adoration swarmed through her stomach as she watched him for a moment, feeling a bit of heat rush to her cheeks. Damn him, he’s too cute for his own good.
Getting control of herself, she jogged down towards him, gaining the attention of his crimson glare as she approached. “Katsuki! Good morning, sunshine.” Bakugou scoffed, standing up straight from his stretching. “Shut up, Utsuro. You’re late.” Koge gave a small roll of her eyes, coming to a stop beside him. “By two minutes.”
“Have you stretched?”
Koge was about to respond that she had, when it dawned on her that she, in fact, had not. “Ah… no.” Bakugou glowered down at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “Then you’re ten minutes late. Stretch!” Koge shook her head, waving her hand in the air dismissively. “No, no, I don’t need to stretch, it’s fine! Let’s just run!” Shaking his head, Bakugou pointed down to the cold concrete beneath their feet. “Damn it, Utsuro, I am not going to carry you home again if you get another muscle spaz just because you didn’t stretch. You’ll be crawling!”
With a grumble, Koge begrudgingly obliged, bending over to touch and hold onto her toes. “Fine, fine! I don’t know what you’re complaining about, you liked carrying me home.” She watched her friend out of the corner of her eye as his ears flushed, instantly turning his back to her as he grew flustered. “No I didn’t! You’re fucking stupid.” Koge couldn’t help but to smile quietly to herself, spacing her legs apart to reach over to one foot. She couldn’t help but to look him over for a moment, feeling that heat return to her cheeks. She hadn’t been the only one who had grown fit over the last year. Bakugou had been working his ass off every day to prepare for the entrance exam into UA, which was coming up for him very soon.
This meant that his life the past year outside of Jr. High School had been nothing but working out, training his quirk, studying, and sleeping. A couple of those things, he was content to have her company, but otherwise he had shut himself off from anything that even remotely distracted him from getting into UA. Koge admired his passion, but she did have to admit that his constant wanting to work out or to have her train with him was a bit tiring, on top of all her other physical activities and school duties. But, she was pretty sure that she had fallen into a crush for her childhood friend, and so she was more than happy to join him with minimal complaints.
At the moment, she couldn’t help but find him exceptionally attractive, in his black tank and workout sweats that showed off his physique and assets. Thinking of that made her giggle softly, gaining his attention as he glared at her over his shoulder. “What are you giggling about, idiot?” Koge shook her head, standing up straight from squatting down. “I was just thinking about how grown up you look, all… muscular.” She punched his arm playfully, which he immediately pushed away. “Fuck off! ‘Grown up’, who do you think you are, Utsuro? You’re only a year older than me!” Koge smiled, walking around to stand in front of him. “It’s a compliment, Katsuki! Come on, I thought you would be flattered.”
“I’m not fucking flattered by anything you say. It’s all bullshit.” Bakugou pulled out his phone, starting up his app that counted his steps, miles and recorded his time for each run. Koge stretched her arms up over her head as she waited for him, letting out a sigh as she let them fall back to her sides. “Not true. I mean every word I say, and you know it. You’re the love of my life, Katsuki- EEK!” Koge squealed as Bakugou began to jog past her, shoving her over roughly in the process. “Fuck off, Utsuro!” Catching her balance before she quite literally ate dirt, she took off after him, though found that he was purposely keeping distance between them.
Bakugou had a reason for that. Her teasing him like that frustrated him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of her seeing him grow flustered or blush. There was already enough struggle within him to ignore her stupid smile and how damn attractive she looked in those pants. He hated it. All his work, all his focus towards his goals were constantly derailed by his thoughts of her. There had been a time where he tried to distance himself from her, when she first arrived back from being moved away. He didn’t want to be as close as he had been to her growing up, but there was just this… horribly frustrating urge he had to be around her. Even if they weren’t doing anything, just her presence was enough to boost his mood, although he would never admit this to her.
At this point, he had given up trying to avoid Koge. Not only would she not allow it, he honestly just didn’t want a day to go by where he didn’t see her for at least a moment. She was witty, bold and could stand up against him no matter what shit he threw at her. It didn’t help that her passion to reach her goals and how far she would go to achieve them were nearly as attractive to him as her looks. Yes, she could be stupid and annoying as anyone else could, but there was this ridiculous bond between them that made him be able to tolerate it and even often find it humorous. Even with what she had just said to him, it was something both infuriating and funny to him, a stupid inside joke that she had going at least since they were eight. ‘You’re the love of my life, Katsuki’ was something that she frequently said to him, and she always said she had a good reason.
“The more you repeat something, the more you think about it and want it, it has to come true right? So, no matter what you think Katsuki, it’s going to happen. You just wait and see!”
Bakugou scoffed to himself quietly as he continued to jog, refusing to look behind him to see if she was still following. Though, he did feel a bit shitty about it, as running in the mornings had been his idea in the first place, and she always agreed no matter how she felt. So, as he rounded a corner, he came to a stop, deciding that scaring or tripping her would be good punishment. After waiting for a moment, however, he became confused when she never reached him. Had she gotten upset and went home? Or did he really leave her that far behind? Had she fallen and hurt herself or something similar?
Feeling a mixture of worry and annoyance bubbling within him, Bakugou went back around the corner, looking down the sidewalk. There was no one, not a single soul out in the streets except for him. Taking a few steps forward, he rubbed the back of his neck, knowing that he hadn’t been jogging that fast to lose her. “Utsuro?!” His voice echoed down the empty street, but still nothing. Grumbling to himself, he started to walk, looking around as he did for any sign of her. The worry began to overwhelm the annoyance the longer he walked, about to call out to her again when he noticed something on the ground.
Koge’s phone was sitting on the sidewalk, lonely and foreboding. Frown crossing his lips, he walked closer and picked it up, turning it over in his hands a bit. It wasn’t messed up, but the fact that it was just on the ground truly did freak him out. She never doesn’t have this fucking thing. It’s weird that it’s just-
A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and snapped his head to the side, looking down a dark alley that was barely illuminated by the rising sun. The rush of rage that flushed through him at the scene he had come upon was enough to make him lose control of his quirk, an eruption exploding from his palm that held her phone. Instantly, he caught the attention of Koge and the man who was holding her captive, one hand covering her mouth while the other held a knife to her throat. Dropping the phone, Bakugou turned completely towards the alley, fighting between wanting to rush in and stay calm. The main reason why he had yet to jump in was because of Koge’s body language.
Although she was pinned up against the stone wall of a building, she had no injuries and her breathing was calm, arms resting casually at her sides. There was not a single hint of fear in her typically void expression and only her hair had been disheveled in whatever struggle had occurred. Seeing how calm she was, Bakugou calmed himself, placing his hands into his sweatpants pockets. “What’s this, Utsuro? You got a boyfriend you never told me about?”
The man holding her smirked, snickering in a sickening sound that clearly gave away his intentions. “Oh yeah, little boy, I’m her boyfriend. How about you run along, now, and give us a little privacy before she’s gagging on her own blood instead of something a little more pleasant.” Bakugou scoffed, not moving from his spot, blocking the only exit of the alley. “Aren’t you going to ask her permission first? I think women like to be treated gently, though Utsuro is a bit of a freak, I wouldn’t put it past her to be into this.” He kept his glare locked with Koge as she narrowed her eyes at him, her middle finger silently and stealthily flipping him off.
Bakugou couldn’t help a small smirk from crossing his lips. With that, he knew that he didn’t have to worry and that she already had control of the situation. The man holding Koge turned his attention back to her, his smirk only growing as he removed his hand from her mouth, though the knife stayed in place. “Is that right, little lady? You like it a bit rough?” Bakugou watched as Koge braced her feet against the ground slowly to support her better, leaning her head back a bit. The smile on her lips was quite devious, though Bakugou could tell it was directed towards him, as her eyes didn’t leave him until the last second. “Oh yes, I like to be pushed around a little. Like this-”
With a swiftness that was even faster than Bakugou could blink, Koge brought her arm up to smash the heel of her hand into her captors nose. He let out a yell and stumbled backwards, sending his knife flying as he gripped onto his face. In the next moment, her foot met his temple and he slammed into some nearby metal trash cans, making a horrible racket as he fell limp to the ground. With a disgusted scoff, Koge wiped her face with her sleeve, stepping over the unconscious man's legs towards Bakugou. “Disgusting! He smelt so bad!”
Bakugou didn't remove his hands from his pockets, smirking down at her. “Are you sure that's not you?” Koge smacked him on the arm, glaring up at him with a bit of a pout. “Why didn't you come to my rescue? What if he would have sliced me up?”
“Because you can defend yourself. You're not weak, Utsuro. You had control of that situation before I even showed up.”
Koge felt her face flush at his praise, pushing past him to try and hide it from him. “You still should of helped me! Some best friend you are. Move, I need to call the cops!” As she bent down to get her phone, she gasped loudly at the damage, picking up the cracked and smoldering plastic into her hands. “K-katsuki! You blew up my phone!”
“Don't whine, Utsuro! I'll get you another!”
“Wait! You blew it up because you worried about me! Aw, Katsuki! Come here, let me hug you!”
Challenge | Day 8 - Apple Cider & Cuddles + “Pfft, I’m not scared.”
Category | One-Shot
Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC)
Koge’s Tag
Rating: Teen (Cursing and alcohol)
Word Count: 2,251
Koge gave a small sigh as she looked out of the glass door to the balcony of her apartment, gazing upon the rain as it drowned the city. The sheets of drops were being whipped this way and that by the incredible strength of the wind, which even rattled the glass doors that were her only protection. Out on the balcony, the pumpkins her and her lover had been working on carving were drowning, one of them completely filled up with water, even as it dribbled out of the eyes and mouth that had already been carved.
What a bummer… She thought to herself, closing the curtain just as a bright flash of lightning illuminated the darkness, followed by a rumbling of thunder. The weather channel did warn us not to get our hopes up for a dry Halloween. There’s no way to travel in this mess. Koge moved away from the doors, reaching her arms up over her head as she gave a groan, stretching her sore muscles from a hard workout the day before. “Katsuki, did you find all the candles?”
“Eh? What?” Her lovers annoyed voice called back to her from the bedroom, followed by the sounds of shuffling. Rubbing her left eye as it ached a bit with exhaustion, Koge headed into the bedroom, noticing Bakugou just as he exited the closet with a couple of candles tucked under his arm. He glanced over at her as he shut the door, placing the newly found candles down onto the bed with the rest of the collection. “What did you ask me?” Koge made her way over to stand beside him, running one of her hands down his back gently. “I had asked if you found the candles.”
Bakugou gave a small scoff, checking the drawers of the bedside table to see if there were any more hidden inside. “You know, I usually hate your candle obsession, much like your lotion one, but I guess they do come in handy sometimes.” With a small roll of her eyes, Koge picked up as many candles as she could carry, heading back into the living room. “Whatever, you like my candles. You’ve even light some yourself when I’m not here!” She began to placed them around the apartment, five in the living room and three in the kitchen.
The news had warned of possible power outages with such a serious storm, and so Bakugou had set out to find at least some candles to light around the apartment, should that happen. As Koge placed them, she smiled, reading the scents. “Did you really pick all matching scents? These are all Fall themed.” Bakugou came into the living room, mildly annoyed scowl on his face as he judged the placement of the candles. “Uh, yes? If we have to light them, I don’t want there to be mixed shit smell of ‘Summer Rain’ and ‘Cookie Dough’.” Koge couldn’t help but to giggle, placing the last candle on the small table beside the couch.
“I know Katsuki, you hate candles. They aren’t all that bad, though.” She walked back up to him, noticing that his frustrated scowl hadn’t let up. “Hey, are you alright?” Placing a hand on his cheek, she stroked his skin gently, prompting him to sigh and reach up to ruffle his own hair in agitation. “I’m just pissed off. We did all this planning and preparation for that damn party tonight, just for bullshit rain to ruin it. We did a lot of baking and cooking, and even made that fancy apple cider shit.”
Koge gave a small nod, letting her hands rest on his chest. “I’m pretty bummed about it, too. Not because all our prep was for nothing, but because I really wanted to go. We had our outfits ready and everything.” She let her arms latch around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. A smile crossed her lips as he returned the favor, his arms resting around her tightly. “It’s okay, though, Katsuki. We could always just have our own party.”
Bakugou hummed quietly in thought, though Koge only heard it as a low rumble in his chest. “How? By eating everything?” Koge nodded, looking up at him as a sly smile crossed her face. “Yes. We can make ourselves sick on the sweets we made, and as for the apple cider-” She pulled herself from him, making her way into the kitchen. Opening up one of the cabinets, she displayed to him her prize as she removed it from the shelf. “We have rum! It will be delicious in it!”
Taking the bottle from her, Bakugou looked it over as he thought. “So you want to get wasted and stuff ourselves with sweets? Do you know how sick we’ll be in the morning?” Koge nodded, walking over towards the refrigerator to pull out the apple cider they had already made. “Yep! But it’s fine, we’re both off tomorrow, and we expected to get drunk at the party anyways. This way we’re home and we’re safe and we can do whatever!” She pulled out the container that held the cider, glancing up at the lights as they flickered with a sudden roll of thunder.
“Well Utsuro, you had better get that shit warm, or we’ll be drinking just straight rum.”
“On it!”
…
“No, no, no, Katsuki, that is not-” Koge stopped in the middle of her sentence to stifle a laugh, waving her cookie at him in defiance. “-That is not what happened! You- you literally slapped me in the face when you were eleven, and I was twelve. You did!” Bakugou shook his head, taking a swig from his apple cider and rum drink before he responded. “No, I didn’t fucking slap you, I just put my hand on your face and pushed you over. That’s not the same.” Koge groaned, leaning back against the couch. “I think you just forgot which time I’m talking about. You have to remember.”
Bakugou shook his head, glaring at her from across the coffee table. “You’re making things up! I only pushed your face away, I didn’t slap you! I mean, fucking yes I remember, you kissed me on the cheek and I flipped out, but I didn’t slap you.” Koge finished off her cookie, taking a large swig of her own drink before she responded. “You did. You’re just trying to soften it up so it doesn’t sound so mean.”
The two had taken advantage of the lonely night, sitting on the floor of the living room around the coffee table, drinks and food scattered about. By now, both of them were pretty well buzzed, enjoying the alcohol and hot apple cider mixture. It was a bit odd, Koge had to admit, to drink such a thing during an occasion such as this. But that didn’t truly matter, they were enjoying themselves chattering about whatever topic happened to come up. The storm outside was still raging, the occasional lightning flooding the apartment with more light. So far, the electricity had yet to go out, so they were still warm and comfortable.
“Why the fuck would I try to soften it up? If I slapped you, I would admit it, but I didn’t!” Bakugou tossed a fake plastic spider at her, one that came out of their fancy cupcakes. Koge giggled as it smacked her on the cheek, bringing her hand up to wipe the icing it left on her skin. “Okay, okay, fine! I do remember for sure how cute you were! You were so embarrassed. Come here, come here and sit next to me.” She patted the floor beside her, watching him as he scooted his way around the coffee table to be beside her, holding a cupcake in his mouth.
“Here, let’s reenact it, okay?” Koge turned to face him a bit, bouncing in her spot as she waited for him to finish chewing his cupcake, setting the rest back down on the table. “Tch, maybe it will jog your shitty memory, Ustuso.” He wiped his mouth clean with his thumb, narrowing his eyes down at her. “Well, hurry up!”
Koge smiled, moving to sit on her knees. “This is what I remember doing.” She used one hand to grip his opposite cheek, pulling his face into hers as she placed a rough, playful kiss on his cheek. Bakugou brought his hand up and put it over her face, pushing her back away from him. “Yeah, and then I pushed you away! I didn’t slap you, oh shit-!” Both of them busted out laughing as Koge lost her balance from his push, falling backwards onto the floor with a squeal. Her mind and body dizzy from the alcohol, she could only lay there and giggle, letting her legs lay out across his lap.
“Holy shit, I think you’re drunk, Utsuro.” Bakugou let his hands rest on her legs, the heat of his palms against the chill of the room making Koge shiver. “Mmm, maybe only a little bit. But so are you, your cheeks are pink.” He only grunted in response as he went back to eating his cupcake, giving her thigh a squeeze. Pout crossing her lips at being ignored, she sat up, straddling his lap while facing him. “Don’t ignore me for a cupcake. Gimme a bite.” Bakugou narrowed his eyes at her, holding what was left of his treat away from her to protect it. “No, fuck off, this is my cupcake, get your own! There are like six behind you on the table!”
Koge kept her pout as she let her arms rest around his neck. “Are you saying you love that cupcake more than me?” Bakugou snickered, smirk stretching across his lips as he popped the last of the cupcake into his mouth. “Yes. Sometimes I prefer a little sweet over salty, you know?” Koge gasped at the betrayal, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks. “How dare you-”
Before she could finish, a loud crash of thunder shook the building, lightning flashing through the room along with the pop and whirring of the electricity going out. Having been completely caught off guard, Koge had snatched onto Bakugou tightly, hiding her face in his chest. He had put his arms back around her out of reflex, but now that the room settled back into a suffocating silence, he couldn’t help but to chuckle.
“Utsuro, are you scared?” He rubbed her back gently before holding onto her, standing and placing her down on the couch. Koge huffed as she reluctantly released him, trying to see him in the pitch black. “Pfft, I’m not scared! That just surprised me is all.” Bakugou stroked her hair gently before he left her, cursing as he slammed his shin into the table before he got around it. “What did we do with the damn lighter?!” Koge stood, patting the pockets of her shorts. “I don’t have it.”
“Oh, I do.” Bakugou said with a dull voice as he pulled the lighter from his pocket, making Koge giggle. “Premature anger.” As the first three candles were lit, Koge found the second lighter sitting on the table, helping him in lighting up the few in the kitchen as he went to the bedroom and restroom. They both soon returned to the living room, where Koge pulled back the curtain to the glass doors, giving a small gasp as she looked down at the city. “Holy crap, it’s completely black!” Bakugou stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he leaned his chin on the top of her head. “Damn.”
Koge leaned back against him, reaching up to hold onto his arms as he let them rest around her shoulders. “That’s really creepy. I wonder how long it will be out for.” She felt heat rush to her cheeks as he leaned down, kissing her cheek a few times before he let his head rest against hers. “Who cares…” Smiling, Koge stroked his hair gently, loving how much of a cuddle bug he became when he drank. It was much like when he was exhausted, where he just wanted to snatch onto her and fall asleep.
Before he could fall asleep standing up, Koge gently urged him back towards the couch. “Come on. Let’s lay down for a little bit.” Bakugou yawned loudly as he followed her, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, okay. My stomach feels like shit.” He flopped to lay down on the couch, holding his arm open for her to join him. Koge was quick to do so, grabbing the fleece blanket off the back of the couch and putting it over them the best she could in her dizzy state. “Finally, cuddle time.”
Bakugou scoffed, hiding his face into her hair. “You could of had it way sooner, but you wanted to drink.” Koge nuzzled her face into the soft fabric of his shirt, sighing as she grew comfortable. “I wasn’t the only one who wanted to drink, so did you. But, I think we got through all that apple cider and the whole bottle of rum. That’s an achievement.”
“I enjoy this more than some stupid fucking party with a lot of people, anyway…”
“Me too, Katsuki. The joys of being introverts.”
“Huh?”
“You’re never truly upset if you have to stay inside or plans get cancelled. As long as I have you and cuddles, I’d be happy never going outside again.”
Koge has worked her entire life to reach a point where she could mentor under one of the most skilled Pro Heros at close combat in the country, and also become his teachers assistant at UA. She struggles, however, when she has to go up against her friends.
“I’m not going to give you a victory, Katsuki. I’m going to beat you. I can’t allow you to pass, so that I can reach my own goals. Just don’t hate me afterwards.” Koge let a wary smile cross her lips, getting herself into a ready position as she heard Seijirou call to them. “Though, last time I punched you in the face as a kid, you became my best friend. Guess it’s not such a bad thing, huh?” Bakugou smirked, preparing himself as well. “You’re going to regret that, Utsuro. Now and later. The only reason I would be mad at you is if you held back, so you better fucking not.”
Challenge | Day 3 - Haunted House + “Scare me and I will punch you.”
Category | One-Shot
Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC)
Koge’s Tag
Rating: Explicit (Detailed sex and cursing)
Word Count: 4,624
This is a NSFW Scenario. All characters are mentioned to be over the age of 18+.
Below the cut~
“Why did you accept this dare, Utsuro, it’s so fucking stupid.” Bakugou grumbled as he stood beside his girlfriend, squeezing her hand in his frustrations. Koge gave a small hum, staring up at the large, creepy, crumbling house before them with a blank gaze. “Well, Kaminari made the prize seem so worth it. I mean, all we have to do is go inside, go down into the basement, then up to the attic and then leave. That isn’t that bad. Ten minutes, in and out.” Bakugou reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the flashlight that was hidden inside. It was nearing three o'clock in the morning, which was when they were supposed to step foot into the house.
“Utsuro, we could get caught for trespassing. That could put a mark on me at UA. You’re graduated already, you don’t have to worry about that shit.”
“We’re out in the country, there’s no one here.”
“What if there are homeless people living inside.”
“Then you can blow them up and I’ll kick them.”
“I could knock the fucking house down-”
“Katsuki.” Koge tugged on his hand, gaining his attention. A sly smirk crossed her lips, bringing her own flashlight up to her chin. She turned it on, casting creepy shadows on her face. “Are you scared? My big tough man is scared?”
“No!” Bakugou barked, glaring at her as he could feel heat rising in his ears. “I’m not fucking scared! I just don’t want to get in trouble for this shit! I’d rather not get a fucking mark on my record on the grounds of some stupid dare!” Koge’s smirk didn’t falter, turning the beam of her flashing onto the house as she looked back upon it. “You’re totally scared. That’s okay, I’m not.” Bakugou growled, flicking his flashlight on and off in annoyance. “I’m not scared! Fuck waiting, let’s go!” He stormed forward, tugging her along by the hand. Although Koge stumbled over her own feet at first trying to catch up, she soon adjusted her pace to walk beside him, giggling softly. “So eager all the sudden.”
Bakugou ignored her, his beam of light darting from the door, to the first floor windows. “How the fuck are we even supposed to get in?” Koge’s eyes moved from the boarded up front door to the broken window to the right of it, guessing that was their only way in. “Well, I think that window is the only way. The door is all boarded up, so unless you want to pull the boards down?” Not even bothering to stop at the door, Bakugou trudged through the overgrown weeds to the window, cursing at the neglected landscape. Koge felt the same, the tickling grass making her bare legs itch. Maybe a skirt wasn’t the best choice of clothing to wear to something like this, but she had been in such a last second rush to get here that she tossed on the first thing she found.
That, and she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t have the tiniest intention to try and seduce her lover in this place. The thought was too enticing, depending on the inside conditions of the house. One, she hadn’t seen him for a week so she was quite needy to begin with. Two, she knew his initial reaction would be hilarious. And three, well, it was part of the dare that he had no clue about. Free tickets to Universal Studios Japan were worth a bit of shameless, adventurous sex in an abandoned house in the middle of the night. The initial prize had been one free ticket just to get him to go into the house, but Koge upped the game to two free tickets with her little frisky detail. No one believe that she could get him into the house, let alone whip it out in the middle of walking through it.
Koge released his hand so that he could peer into the window, placing hers on his back instead as she awaited his judgement. With a grumble, Bakugou used the back of his flashlight to knock out some shards of glass that were jetting up from the windowpane before shrugging off his jacket. He placed it over the entrance of the window, looking down at her with a wary glare. “There’s a lot of glass. Don’t cut yourself.” Koge smiled at him, deciding not to tease him on his gentlemanly actions as she came up to the window. “Thank you, Katsuki. I won’t.” She tossed her flashlight inside before using Bakugou’s help to swing her legs up, slipping into the house as carefully and quietly as she could.
The glass he mentioned crunched beneath her boots, and she was glad in that moment she had decided on them instead of regular tennis shoes. One wardrobe choice not influenced by her mischievous plans. She quickly moved away from the window, giving Bakugou room to pull himself in and to pick up her flashlight. While he straightened himself out, Koge looked around the room, finding that it perfectly matched what she had imagined. Decades old abandoned, dusty and cobweb infested furniture decorated what she assumed was a living room. The floor beneath their feet was decaying old wood and creaked in pain with every step or shifting of their weight, and the walls were lined with holes and peeling wallpaper. Everything had a dull, brown-yellow color and it smelled musty. Their entry had disturbed some dust already, the particles blurring their vision against the beams of their flashlights.
Bakugou scoffed, coming to stand beside Koge. “This place is fucking nasty. I hate it.” Koge patted his shoulder gently as she started to make her way slowly into the next room, which was the grand entryway from the front door. “You hate everything, hun.” Bakugou followed, taking a moment to anxiously wipe one sweaty palm on his pants while she wasn’t looking. He hated going into places like this, where there could be someone lurking or just something plain nasty that he didn’t want to deal with. He could already feel his skin crawling from the disgusting state of the place, but he did have to admit that it wasn’t as bad as he thought. “You got that fucking right.” He stopped beside her again, the beam of his flashlight following the ragged stained carpet that led from the front door to the entrance of the staircase.
Koge sighed, continuing her way into the next attached room, which was some type of office or library. “You know, this really isn’t scary.” Bakugou was quick to follow her, not wanting her to leave his sight. “Utsuro, you’re immune to scary shit, that’s why.” He squinted as her flashlight landed on him. “It’s just an old house… There’s nothing creaking or any weird vibes. Let’s go down to the basement, maybe that’s scarier.” She let her hand slide down his arm gently as she passed him, able to feel how tense he was, even though he was trying to play it cool. She knew that it was the unknown making him nervous, but she hoped that her calm disposition would ease him like it usually did.
Eventually, after finding the kitchen that reeked, a bedroom and another office, they found a door that had stairs leading down into the basement. Before letting Koge go down, Bakugou tested the strength of the first few steps with his own weight, giving her a nod when he felt they were sturdy enough. Besides meeting some random people or the possible spirit, them getting hurt was the last thing he wanted to have happen in a place like this. They were far from the city and had been dropped off by their friends, who were supposed to be back to pick them up around four in the morning. How they were supposed to drag out this exploration to an hour was beyond him, but he was already ready to bail.
Eventually, they got down into the basement, the hard concrete beneath their feet a welcome relief to the unsteady wood of the stairs. Koge gave a small hum as she looked around, finding that it was actually much nicer down here than upstairs. “I guess because it’s not exposed to the elements like upstairs, it’s in better condition. Some spider webs and dust, but it’s not bad. Doesn’t stink like the kitchen, either.” Bakugou walked about a bit, glad for the relief from the suffocating dust upstairs. “Yeah, I guess. There’s nothing to see here, let’s go up and finish this nonsense.”
Koge eyed him for a moment, able to tell that he was feeling a bit calmer down here. Probably because no one could sneak up on them from a different room and that he didn’t have to worry about the floor falling out from under their feet. She felt a bit guilty for putting him through so much stress over something so silly as tickets to a theme park, which she knew he would probably gripe about going to anyway. Still, he had agreed to come here knowing that they would get at least one ticket out of it, so he must have been at least somewhat interested. She knew that this was going to be her only chance to complete the dare, her pale blue gaze moving back to the stairs. “Okay, Katsuki.”
This time, she was sure to go ahead of him, waiting until he was right behind her. Though, right as she placed both feet onto the first step, she stopped, forcing his body to bump into hers. Scoffing, Bakugou placed his free hand on her hip, trying to encourage her to go forward. “Utsuro, why the fuck did you stop?” Koge kept herself in place, shifting her hips backward against his grip. Typically, being much shorter than him, her hips only reached his thighs. Being on the first step, they now fit snugly into his, and she looked back at him over her shoulder with a sly smirk on her lips. “Hmm… I wonder why.”
Bakugou immediately shook his head, squeezing her hip tighter as she leaned further back into him. “No fucking way, Utsuro! Not in this dump! We’ve done some freaky shit but this is crossing a line!” Koge leaned down for a moment to put her flashlight down onto the stairs, giving him a nice teasing view of her bent over in front of him. “So outside is good, but inside an abandoned house is bad? How can this be any different than doing me up against a tree?” She stood back up straight, leaning her body back against him again. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she kissed and nibbled along his jawline, making her way towards his lips. “I’ve missed you all week, Katsuki. And besides, what a fun memory it will be.” She rolled her hips against his a bit, already able to feel his member pressing against his pants.
Dropping his flashlight, Bakugou brought his now free hand up to caress her neck, making her gasp softly at his grip. His lips moved to her ear, speaking low and rough in his agitated but aroused state. “You’re a freak, Utsuro. I should have expected this.” Koge nibbled at her bottom lip as his voice sent a violent shiver though her body, reaching down with one hand to teasingly pull her skirt up at one side. “Don’t be mean… Or else I would have worn no underwear for nothing.” A gasp escaped her lips as his hand came between their bodies, sliding between her legs to rub her sex from behind. Bakugou smirked against her cheek, tightening his grip on her neck as he rolled her clit beneath his fingers. “No underwear and soaking wet already? You like being my little bitch, don’t you?”
Koge’s breathing began to grow heavy, the heat that had been resting in her cheeks spreading through her entire body. She didn’t care that he took control of the situation, since that is what she wanted in the first place, to soak in the pleasure she had craved. “Y-yes, Katsuki-” she spoke with a strained voice, having difficulty speaking against his grip on her. “I love being your little horny bitch-” She snatched onto the wrist of the hand that held her throat tightly, body suddenly rocketed with pleasure as he slipped his middle and third finger into her with ease, all the way to his knuckles.
Releasing her neck, he continued to finger her as he pulled her shirt up and over her breasts, taking her bra along with it to expose her. Koge let her moans and gasps slip from her lips freely, voice hitching only for a moment as he took one of her breasts firmly into his hand. Her breasts may have been of pretty good size, but they still fit nicely in his large palm, allowing him to squeeze as he pleased. Koge could feel her heat dripping down her legs, his fingers moving so deep within her that she already felt as if she may go crazy. It truly was such a filthy thing to do, to have sex in such a place, though it excited her more nonetheless.
Bakugou’s breath was hot against her cheek and down her neck, removing both of his hands from her for a moment to fumble with his pants. Within seconds, his pants were around his ankles and his boxers were out of the way, the length of his member slipping between her thighs. He gripped her arms right above her elbows, pulling her body back against his roughly. “Is this what you want?” He began to run his length along her sex teasingly, his lips once again resting at her ear. Koge could already feel her legs trembling, noting in the moment that her exposed chest was cold against the damp air of the basement.
“Y-you know, Katsuki-” She gave a small gasp as he grew a bit more aggressive when she didn’t answer as he wanted. “We’ve never done this standing up before. I’ve always been too short.” Bakugou scoffed, moving one hand to grip onto her neck while the other took hold of her hip. “First time for everything-” He didn’t hesitate to enter her in one swift motion, thrusting himself into her at a quick and rough pace. Koge moaned out loudly, both hands gripping onto the arm that held her neck. It was such a different sensation than what she was used to, as if this position allowed him in even deeper. She could tell by the hitch of his breath and the roughness of his thrusts that it felt good to him as well.
She wanted to tease him, to tell him that he was just as nasty as she was for taking her like this, on this dusty creaking staircase. Though, she found herself unable to speak, his grip on her neck only growing tighter the more the pleasure increased for them. His fingers around her neck was one of her favorite things, the kink that really got her off, and she was happy that he was always so willing to oblige. In fact, she could already feel that knot growing within her, the tingling pleasure building in her core.
“K-Katsuki-” Koge was eventually able to choke out after a blissful good twenty minutes of being ravaged. She had two orgasms already, though as the final one began to build, she knew that he was nearly done with her as well. By now, he had her arms by the wrists, her body bent over, his grip on her the only reason she wasn’t crashing into the stairs. Her mind and body were completely numbed by pleasure, though she could tell he was getting close as his thrusts became more erratic. Much to her surprise, Bakugou pulled her back up, one arm holding her across the chest while the other settled around her waist as her body was pressed against his. Once again, he reached into her deeper, immediately pushing her over the edge as her body jerked and wiggled in his grip against her powerful orgasm.
Cursing and grunting into her hair, his thrusting continued though her tight squeezing and pulsing until he could no longer hold it, burying herself deep within her as he allowed himself to release. The deep moans and sighs of relief that rang through Koge’s ears made her almost want to beg for more, but her body was already on the verge of collapsing, the remnants of her orgasm still tingling across her skin. His face hiding in her shoulder, Bakugou held her trembling body close, his hand sliding up her stomach to caress one of her breasts. Leaning her head onto his gently, Koge smiled at the action. She knew that it wasn’t anything sexual, as it was something he had a tendency to do, just hold or play with her breasts when they were done. She had never quite gotten the reason out of him for why he did it, it was almost like it was an unconscious action half of the time, but she thought it was cute nonetheless and allowed him to do so.
Koge nuzzled her face into his hair, not minding that it was damp with sweat. “Mmm… I love you.” Her words pulled Bakugou out of his haze, his face turning more towards her neck, where he kissed her skin softly. “Love you… Even if you are filthy. I can’t believe you got me to do that here.” Koge bit her lip as he removed himself from her, able to feel his cum begin to escape with his exit. “I didn’t get you to do anything, Katsuki. You decided to do it, nasty fuck-” Before she could even finish, he bit down hard onto the skin of her neck, making her yelp and wiggle to escape him. “O-ouch! Don’t bite me like that!” Pulling himself away from her, Bakugou gave her a firm smack on the ass as further punishment. “You deserve it!”
Pouting, Koge took a few more steps up the staircase to escape his wrath, looking back at him as she tried to fix her bra back into place. “I do not.” She watched him as he adjusted his boxers back into place and pulled his pants up, dusting them off with an angry growl once he got his belt buckled. “Fuck, this is disgusting! I need a shower!” Koge pulled her shirt down, wishing desperately for something to use to wipe between her legs. She could feel the liquid beginning to drip down her thighs, and she regretted not bringing anything. “Katsuki, do you have any tissues or something?”
Bakugou glared up at her, picking up his flashlight. “Eh? Why?” Koge did the same, though her bending over made even more begin to drip down her legs. “I, uh… Have your jizz rolling down my legs. It’s very wet, I just want to wipe off.” As she stood back up, she noticed the smirk on his face, and she immediately knew she wasn’t going to get what she wanted.
“Is that so?” He mocked, starting up the stairs towards her. “No, I think I’m going to make you walk around like that as punishment.” Koge felt her face flush violently, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood defiantly in his way. “So you do have something in those giant pockets of yours! Come on, please give me one?”
Bakugou shook his head, glaring back up at her as she was taller than him at the moment. “No. You wanted it so badly, you get to keep it.” The smirk grew wider on his face as he took another step up, his form foreboding and posture malicious. “You always said you like a little bit of humiliation-”
Before he could finish, there was a loud, eerie creak from somewhere else in the house, making them both freeze in surprise. Not even breathing, Koge turned her head, trying to see over her shoulder if there was anything behind her. There was nothing, but the creaking continued, followed by a soft thump. The thud made Koge latch onto Bakugou’s arm, squeezing it as his hand came to rest on her side. “Katsuki, that’s the first noises we’ve heard all night…” She whispered, looking back down at him. His intense gaze only flickered to her for a moment before back to the door at the top of the stairs, and Koge could see the gears turning in his mind, trying to decide if they should investigate or run.
Eventually, the fear gave way to curiosity and Koge turned, beginning to slowly make her way back up the stairs with Bakugou at her heels. Once at the door, she pushed it open more with her foot, looking around with her flashlight to see if there was anything. The house was still just as empty, but now it became obvious that the creaking was coming from the second floor. “Utsuro, I swear,” Bakugou started, standing behind her as he spoke with a quiet firmness, as if he were scolding her in a crowded store. “Scare me and I will punch you.” Koge shook her head, glancing back at him as she started towards the stairs to go to the second floor. “I’m not trying to scare you, Katsuki, I don’t know what’s going on. That wasn’t happening before…”
As another loud thump reached their ears, Bakugou started to feel protective of Koge, and he snatched her by the arm before she could start up the stairs. “I’ll go first.” Koge let him, not wanting to get in his way if there was a need to defend themselves. The further they got up the stairs, the more they heard. Whispers, groaning wood and scratches made them both increasingly more nervous. Though, there was something else she was curious if Bakugou had noticed. A very specific scent against the musty old smell of the house, one that she could easily recognize.
Sometimes, Kirishima had a very, very bad habit of putting on just a little too much of his body spray. That is what was reaching her senses, and she wondered if Bakugou had noticed. He was so perceptive that she knew he must have noticed something. But as he continued up the stairs, arm braced to attack, she guessed he hadn't. Biting her lip, she wanted to say something, but her curiosity to find out what would happen was stronger.
Reaching the top of the stairs, both of their heads snapped to the left as a door squeaked closed, catching the moment right when it shut. Bakugou cursed under his breath, his impatience and wariness fighting for control of his actions. If he were alone, he would charge right in there and destroy whoever or whatever was messing with him. With Koge at his side, however, he knew he couldn't risk it. Sure, he knew she could take care of herself, but he refused to leave her. Looking down over his shoulder at her, Koge gave him a silent nod, urging him to continue in. Taking a few steps forward, Bakugou set off a few light crackles from his palm, speaking in a loud and threatening voice.
“Who’s there? Fucking come out before I blow you into space!”
The only response was an extremely loud thunk and the sound of scratching down the wooden door, as if challenging his threat. Koge clutched onto the back of his shirt, almost able to swear she could hear restrained snickering. Bakugou shoved his flashlight into his pocket, keeping one hand at the ready while the other reached for the doorknob. But, before he could open it himself, the door swung open, a loud theatrical screeching engulfed by a sudden explosion from Bakugou’s palm that was almost strong enough to send Koge falling backwards. Right afterwards, the sounds of hysterical laughter reached Koge’s ringing ears, and she immediately recognized all the different voices.
“Geez, Bakugou! You could have seriously hurt someone else doing that! Get a grip, man!”
As the smoke from the blast cleared, Koge pushed herself up to peek over Bakugou’s shoulder, noticing Kirishima still grimacing from the blast with his quirk activated to protect him. Behind him, Kaminari, Sero and Ashido were all cackling, collapsed on the floor in their hysterical fit. Growling, Bakugou gripped the sides of the doorway, setting off another blast from his hand that nearly shook the entire house.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT ARE YOU ASSHOLES DOING HERE? I COULD HAVE KILLED YOUR STUPID ASSES!”
Tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard, Kaminari sat up, trying to speak through his fits of giggles. “D-dude- you…” He shook his head, pointing up at the couple. “I can’t believe you two fell for that! Your faces coming up the stairs! Holy crap!” Sero finally sat up as well, huge grin on his face. “Well, at least Bakugou’s face, Koge almost looked bored.” Koge huffed, feeling as if her cheeks were on fire. Kirishima snickered, looking at her over Bakugou’s trembling shoulder. “Nah, man, I don’t think she was bored-” Before he could finish, Koge ducked under Bakugou’s arm and gave Kirishima a good smack on the forehead. “You guys didn’t tell me about this trick!”
Kirishima didn’t activate his quirk for her little smack, though he did reach up to rub the stinging skin, sharped tooth grin only growing as he took a step back to avoid any further physical punishment. “It was a last minute idea! We got here to pick you up early, and you guys were still in the basement, so we thought it-”
“SHUT UP, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” Bakugou barked, about to make his way further into the room to attack everyone when an odd creaking stopped him. Patience now effectively spent, he looked behind him, palms crackling with anger. “Who’s there?!” There was no response, only the sounds of the others coming up to peek around the door frame to see. From where she was standing, Koge couldn’t see anyone coming up the stairs, though the sound of footsteps was crystal clear. Frowning, she took a few steps forward, peering down the staircase. “Eijiro… There was no one else but you guys… right?” Kirishima shook his head, looking at her as she glanced back at him. “No, Koge, it’s just us, I swear.”
“That invisible girl didn’t come with you?” Bakugou was the next to question, the footsteps only growing closer. Ashido shook her head, pink curls bouncing with her quick movement. “No, she didn’t want to come! We swear it’s just us!” Suddenly, the footsteps came at them in a running pace, and Bakugou snatched Koge by the arm. In seconds, he had thrown them both into the room, pushing the others out of the way slamming the door shut right before a presence slammed into it.
Collective gasps and screams escaped the group, Kaminari backing as far away from the door as he could. “I don't want to be in here anymore!!” Koge looked up at Bakugou as she stood up from the floor, latching onto his arm.
“Maybe we should jump out the window.”
“I agree. Fuck this.”
Another loud bang made them all beeline towards the window, Bakugou blowing up the boards before they all made their exit, one by one. Being the last two to jump, Koge grabbed onto Bakugou, catching his irritated glare. “What, Utsuro?”
“I uh… How do I jump? I have no underwear on.”
“Damn it, Utsuro, I am not getting possessed just because you didn’t wear underwear!”
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“K-Katsuki, I need your help, please open the door!”
Bakugou could barely hear the cry of his lover over the volume of his video game, his focus only pulled from it when he could hear a banging on their apartment front door. Followed by vicious, rapid ringing of the doorbell, he sighed and stood, gripping his headphones as he talked into the attached mic. “Koge’s back from shopping, I have to go for a bit. I’ll be back--”
“What?!” Kaminari whined, obviously upset by the sudden parting.
“Aw nice, tell her I said what’s up!” Kirishima, laid back as always, wasn’t one to whine about things like this.
“Come on, man, we’re literally in the middle of a match!” Sero was just as disappointed, though Bakugou was having none of it.
“Shut the fuck up! I’ll be back.” With the whining sighs still coming from the speakers, he removed his headphones, being sure to mute his end first before tossing them on the couch with the game controller.
“Katsuki!!” His lover yelled to him, now, and he quickly jogged over to their front door, unbolting the locks and throwing it open a bit roughly in his agitation. “Utsuro, why the fuck can’t you just unlock the door-”
“Here!”
Before he could finish, two extremely large pumpkins were thrown into his arms, growling in anger as he had to fumble with them so they wouldn’t take a tumble to the ground. “What the fuck!? Pumpkins?!” His glare moved to his darling girlfriend, who was flustered and sweating, glaring right back up at him with her white hair plastered to her fair skin. “I’ve been trying to get you to come to the door for like ten minutes! Geez.” She adjusted one of the many bags on her arms, nodding for him to take a step back so she could come inside, which he promptly obeyed. “Well fuck, I couldn’t hear you. Why didn’t you just put the pumpkins down and open the damn door.” Once she was out of the way, he used his elbow to shut the door behind her, following her small fuming form into the kitchen.
“You know how heavy those are for me, Katsuki? On top of all these other groceries? It took forever to get everything balanced. I am not taking two trips up and down to the thirty-second floor, and there weren’t any carts in the lobby to use.” Huffing, she put the grocery bags up onto the kitchen island countertop, pulling her aching arms out of the handles. Bakugou placed the pumpkins down as well, admittedly feeling kind of shitty for not knowing she needed help. “You could have texted me, I would have come down.” Koge sighed, wiggling her arms a bit once they were free.
“I did, love. Twice.” Koge looked up at him, watching his brow furrow deeper and confusion peek through his scowl as he snatched his phone out of his pocket. “Fuck, I turned it on silent. I had forgotten.” With a small shake of her head, Koge walked around the island to stand beside him, hands on her hips. “See? So you can’t pout to me about interrupting your game or being upset.” Bakugou narrowed his crimson eyes at her as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. “I wasn’t even upset about that!”
Koge reached up, sinking her finger into his cheek. “Uh huh, sure. But that’s alright, I told you it was okay to stay and play games. It could have been worse. I could have fallen and busted my ass or dropped something. But I’m tough, you know.” She pulled her hand away, holding her arm up in a way to flex. “Super strong.”
Bakugou scoffed, snatching her by the arm to yank her towards him before latching his arms around her. “Shut up, Utsuro. Now you’re just trying to show off and tease me for dropping the eggs last time.” Smiling, Koge let her arms rest around his neck as she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to nuzzle her nose against his. “Is it working? Are you impressed?” Bakugou gave her a rough kiss before scooping her up, placing her down onto the island counter. Standing between her legs, he kept his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her neck and shoulder. “No. You fucking wimp.”
Koge giggled, hiding her face into his soft messy hair. “Don’t be jealous.”
“Tch, that’s funny.” Bakugou’s gaze landed on the giant pumpkins, grumbling as he glared at them. “I thought you were just getting some shit for the party, why did you get pumpkins? Planning on cooking something with them?” Koge hummed softly in thought, making soft circles along his back with her nails. “I mean, maybe I could use some stuff to make something, like roasting the seeds. But no, I bought those for us.” Bakugou stood up straight, glowering down at her in annoyance. “For us? To do what?”
“Carve them! And then tonight when everyone comes to the Halloween party, they’ll judge who’s is the best. Winner gets, uh… whatever they want?” She reached over and smacked one of the pumpkins with a loud thunk, smiling up at her obviously annoyed lover. “What do you think?” Bakugou moved his hands to her sides, smirking and squeezing her ribs to make her yelp and wiggle to escape being tickled. “I think you’re going to fucking lose! The bigger one is mine!” Koge, trapped by his body in front of her with no way to escape his grip, latched her arms around his neck and legs around his waist as she pushed herself off the counter, forcing him to hold her. “Fine, just don’t tickle me!”
Stepping back from the counter, Bakugou peeled her from him and placed her back on her feet. “You don’t remember that I was good at this as a kid?” Koge huffed as she went to a bag, digging through it to find a pumpkin carving kit that she had bought. “I know, you always made way better ones than me. But you won’t today, because I have a plan.” She tossed him the kit, trusting him to catch it, which he did. “I have a great idea that everyone will love.” Bakugou eyed the kit with a skeptical glare, making his way towards the counter beside the stove. “What is this stupid fucking thing? What happened to just using a knife and a spoon? I’m not using this shit.” From the knife block, he pulled out the largest knife they had before stabbing it into the top of his desired pumpkin with quite a bit of force.
Koge couldn’t help but to snicker, finding humor in his violet action and blank expression. “Murderous.”
Eventually, the two had put away groceries and had set up outside on their balcony to carve. Koge had her legs wrapped around her pumpkin as she worked on cutting an opening, though she was going from the bottom instead of the top, like Bakugou had. He grumbled at her as he finished his circle, pulling the new piece from his pumpkin by the stem. “Why the fuck are you doing going from the bottom?”
The hole Koge was making was quite small, only big enough to get her hand and a scooping spoon into. “I told you, I have a plan and you’re gonna be so jealous!” Bakugou began to scoop out the pumpkin guts with a serrated edge spoon that came with the carving kit, plopping the goopy substance into a plastic bowl. “Well, tell it to me.”
Koge shook her head, intensely focused on making her entrance to her pumpkin perfect. “No. You don’t get to know. You’re the one that made this into a big competition, so I can’t tell you my idea.” Bakugou glared at her out of the corner of his eye, hating that she could be so stubborn sometimes. “Hmph…. Whatever. You’re still going to lose.” Koge popped the piece she had carved out, placing it beside her so she wouldn’t lose it. She reached for her spoon, only to find that Bakugou had taken it, using the one from the kit instead of the regular spoon he had brought out.
Pouting, Koge narrowed her eyes at him, picking up the normal spoon. “You took my special spoon.” Bakugou smirked, still scooping out the insides of his pumpkin. “Damn right, and it works awesome. Better than a regular shitty spoon.”
“But you’re the one that was dissing the kit! That’s my spoon, Katsuki.”
“You don’t deserve it, Utsuro-”
Before he could finish, a glob of nasty, sticky pumpkin goop hit him square in the cheek, silencing him as it sploshed from his shoulder down to the floor. Her cheeks flushed red in her frustration, Koge continued to dig through her pumpkin with her hand, ignoring the dark glare and anger she could feel radiating from her lover. “You’re such a jerk-EEK!” She squealed as Bakugou’s entire bowl full of pumpkin guts was dumped onto the top of her head, frozen in fear as he roughly rubbed the gooey substance into her hair. “Katsuki, what are you doing?! I didn’t throw this much at you!” She removed her hand from her pumpkin, pushing it aside as she tackled him to the ground.
“Hey, you salty bitch, don’t put that in my hair, it’ll never come out!!”
“You put it in mine! Here, have some down your pants instead!”
“FUCK IT’S NASTY, QUIT YOUR SHIT! GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY PANTS!”
“What, you don’t like having pumpkin dick? Too bad!”
