HEYY! are you looking for a writer who can write smut, fluff, and angst or anything really. you’ve come to the right place!
never did an introduction so here it is!
im cece! or katsubear and i write fanfics/ stories abt the myth, the man, katsuki bakugou. i would write stories about other characters but..that’s if yall want it. forever a bakugou girly.
anyways I enjoy writing and would love suggestions!
I also love making stories based upon songs I listen to!!
A/n: if there are any spelling errors sorry in advance! <3
Sienna..would’ve been cute, with a temper like you.
You two had been a thing since your last year at UA together.
You had gone out for a dinner since it had been while.
The thought of Bakugou lingered in your mind.
“please tell me not to go..” you slur, something too honest and too drunk for you to process. He laughs, a sharp, ugly bark that you quickly see as soft, and kisses you like he means to mend your heart with his mouth. For the night, it almost worked.
Months later, the joke is a calendar you keep in your folder of the margins.
“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Bakugou says, hands shoved into the pockets of your shared hoodie as you sit on the roof, the city roaring with sound and colors. His voice is close and low, almost like a rumble of thunder.
“You love ridiculous, katsu,” you answer, trying to sound casual as the world braces for itself for the one thing you never named out loud. He stares at you for a while. Trying to map out in his mind, for a split second he leans in, you say quietly.
“What if we actually…”
“Don’t,” he stops you. Pressing his forehead against yours in that stupid, private way he has and huffs.
“We’re not good at the forever shit,”
“You kept saying that last week,” you pout at him, as you poke a finger to his chest.
“Sure we might be bad at the stuff, but who doesn’t love some disaster,”
He laughs and calls you a brat and kisses you again until the cold makes your teeth hurt. You know Bakugou hates the cold, so being out here makes the excuse of him being clingy better.
You both talked about plans like a harmless rehearsal, what to do if, what to name, silly things that keep the idea of future alive without it sinking in on paper. It becomes a private ritual: a name scratched in the margins, a promise of messy breakfasts, a rule that whoever burns the toast buys the coffee.
Bakugou’s career was reaching its peak, you didn’t really need to go to the hospital much for work since he was doing so well.
Everything was almost perfect for the both of you.
Until the calls started happening. Duty eats away at both of your lives like small efficient blows. More shifts, deployments, villain cases, places you can’t fully see due to the blurriness of the pictures he had sent. He called you from back of ambulances and on roof tops of god knows where.
“I’ll be careful,” he says on the line so often it becomes a litany, almost like a prayer that can’t be answered.
One night, on his two week deployment, he calls you at 2 in the morning. You can see the strain and tension raw as wire through his face.
“you okay, katsu?” you ask, not sure where to begin.
He rubs his temple. “Tch, this shit..it fucking sucks, being without you. from the stupid little life we keep talking about.”
You swallow. “stupid little life.”
“not stupid, just you and your lunatic plans.” he says, voice low with something thats not pride but not surrender either.
“you’re the lunatic katsu,” you roll your eyes. “who the hell says, “we’ll teach them to swear in three languages.””
“Oi, that’s cultural enrichment,” Bakugou protests. He makes a joke about training the kid to be strong, like him. The attempt at normal is fragile and pretty, and it cracks when he pulls his hand over his face.
“I miss being a damn idiot with you,” he confesses. “I miss your damn shampoo and looking at your pretty ass when you ain’t looking,”
You close your eyes. “Then come home, katsuki.”
There’s a pause between the both of you.
“I can’t..always,” he finally says, “sometimes I gotta be where I gotta be. If I don’t go people will be damned, but if I go I got a chance at deaths door and I can’t put that on you.”
“You choose for me like I’m not in the room,” you shoot back, and it hurts because the truth tastes sour on your tongue.
“Thats not—” he stops, because he’s terrible at these kinds of things.
“I don’t want you getting hurt because you’re attached to me, that’s just fucking selfish.”
“Let me make that choice for myself.” You say back, almost a tear falling, you felt that he was pushing you away.
“Baby..I..” his voice got cut as the screen went black. You put your phone down and look at the ceiling.
You sleep with the phone on the couch beside you as you lay on the floor.
Days turn into another: cold coffees, a sweater folded away the way he likes that you never quite manage, the same playlist you both mock now on loop because it sounds like him.
You play his last, half-cut voice "Baby..I.." until it becomes the shape of the hurt.
The first morning after the call you check your messages at dawn. Missed calls, short texts: "Sorry," "Busy," "Later." Each one is an ache that refused to be soothed.
You tell yourself he's at work, that's all. You tell yourself he'll call when he can. You tell yourself a thousand things, and each one feels inadequate.
By the second day, you stop expecting a full explanation. You start to catalogue the small betrayals that add up: a plan canceled without conversation, a shift he forgot to warn you about, weeks of radio scratch updates instead of his real voice. You begin to mourn not the man in uniform but the version of him that used to rehearse domesticity with you on the roof, muttering about ridiculous baby names and stealing your sketchbook.
You mourn the imagined child that had become your quiet metric for whether you two were building anything at all.
Sienna..would've been cute, with a temper like him, run around him..
The sentence slides through your mind and hurts because you picture that small person more vividly than a future with a man who ghosts you.
On the third night, you find yourself on the rood again, hoodie pulled up, breath making little ghosts in the cold. The city hums beneath you. You press the napkin with the doodled tiny person into your palm until the lines blur. You imagine tiny fists and stubborn knees and the way you that child would prefer to shout instead of whisper.
You are doing grief for a life that never existed; somehow the grief is as real as anything.
When he finally shows, it isn't cinematic. It's late. The stairwell light flicks as the doors open and you hear him before you see him. The thundering of heavy boots, the way his silhouette framed by the hallway light, hair plastered to his forehead with rain or sweat, jacket clinging darkly to his broad shoulders. For a breath you are certain you will be furious all over again.
"You can't just...vanish," you say before he can form an apology you'll reject out of habit. Your voice is low, brittle.
His jaw tightens; there's an animal edge to him you haven't heard since the nights he came back from patrol banged up and sleepless.
"Battery died, got rerouted, then locked down," he snaps, but the fury is defensive, fragile. He steps into the apartment and drops his bag with a thud that makes your heart jump.
"I tried to call, okay? I fucking tried."
"You tried?" you repeat, the word like a stone. "You tried and then left me to wait. You made the choice for me. Again."
He flinches as you struck him. For a second you see the man you love, a mess of guily and stubborn pride.
"I didn't want you here when I might..when things go south..I thought-" he breaks off, eyes finding the napkin on the coffee table.
"I thought it was better for you."
"You thought." you laugh, bitter and cold. "You thought for me when I told you I can think for my self, katsuki."
He runs a hand over his face and exhales like someone losing air. "Stop. Listen. I know I fucked up. I know I can be a selfish asshole. But I'm here now, aren't I? I came when I could."
"Why now?" The question is smaller than accusation; it's the only one that matters. "Why tonight."
He looks at you like you're asking him to explain something he hasn't learned to name.
"Because I couldn't stand thinking you sitting here, waiting on a half-message. Because I don't want to be the thing you plan around and then have to mourn." His voice cracks halfway through; he swallows the rest.
You step closer to him until the space between you is only a width of breath.
"Katsu, we said things," you remind him, softly. "We joked about named and futures and all that. I built a life in the margins. I drew a kid on a napkin and gave it our faults." You tap the crumbled paper. "You don't get to decide it doesn't exist by disappearing, especially alone."
He follows your gesture, finger hovering over the napkin as if he's afraid to touch it. For a moment, Bakugou is a boy again, furious,, ashamed, trying yo do the right thing, no one taught him: be small and steady.
"Tell me what you need, baby," he says, raw. "tell me how to not be an ignorant bastard."
You want more than words. You want him to show up in a thousand of insignificant ways that mean you're not alone: to call before a shift, to answer when it matters, to let you make the hard choices with him at your side. You could demand the moon and he'd argue for the stars, but you breathe and choose something both possible and dangerous.
"I need you to include me," you say, hands steady now. "tell me the risks. let me decide if they're worth it. call me when you can. don't make my life a waiting room."
Bakugou exhales slowly, like admitting a weakness is a form of war. "I’ll call," he says, and the promise is small enough to hold and large enough to scare him. "I'll tell you before I take anything that takes me for days and weeks. I'll try not to leave without telling you." He stops, the admission trembling on the edge of everything. "I can't promise I won't go, but I'll not make the choice alone."
You hear the honesty in it, ragged and imperfect. You want to test him, make him fail and then watch him claw back, but the tiredness presses behind your eyes and something steadier than rage settles in your chest. You fold the napkin into your palm and touch it to his knuckles.
"A temper like you," you murmur thinking of the outline of a child who'd steal that exact subborness.
You give him a soft smile as you lean into him. “Run around like you..” you whisper.
He laughs. “Sing like you. Be hella sensitive like you too.” he says. You giggle.
He looks down at you and wraps his arms around you like his own prized possession.
He looks down at the napkin, then at you. For the first time in days his face unravels into peace.
“Let’s plan this shitty parenting workshop together hm?” he says half joke and half plea. he laughs sharp and wet. “I’ll learn to not be an idiot father.”
You let yourself answer with a smile that feels dangerous and true. “Deal. But if it learns my singing we’re both screwed.”
He grins and leans in for a kiss. You go up on your tippy toes and sink into the kiss.
The apartment feels like it can hold absence and the trying.
Outside, the city goes on. Inside, you begin stitching new rules into a life that will be messy and brave.
No more vanished days, a hundred small calls that add up to presence. It isn’t perfect and it will be slow. But tonight, Bakugou is home, and the imagined child, temper and voice remains a quiet mess of what you both want to be.
A/n: this took ALOT to come up with and I really wanted it to be a bit of angst and love. I hope you enjoyed and more stories to come!!
Summary: Based off of the song Dollhouse by The Weeknd. Bakugou is looking for an applicant to surpass him. He’s been having a hard time finding the ideal person for his agency. That is until you find the opportunity and apply.
Warnings: consensual adult sex, rough intimacy, aftercare, name calling, public scrutiny mentions.
w/c: 1.3k
A/n: I really hope you give this story a chance! I worked hard to perfect it and can’t wait to write more, Thank you!!
If there are spelling mistakes I’m sorry. ( ´▽｀)
Bakugou POV
Bakugou had just gotten back from a reunion with Class 1-A. He huffed as he took off his shirt and joggers and changed into another pair for bed. The thought of what he said in the car with Kirishima and Deku lingers in his mind.
“If even one had the guts to say they wanted to surpass me, I’d have taken them.”
He wasn’t sure why no one was up for the job. Sure many of them cried and have gone home terrified of Dynamight, but if they really wanted to work with him they would know of his aggressive nature.
He sighed knowing he might not have someone willing to work under him.
Y/n POV
You woke up super excited to start your day. You brushed your teeth, did your hair, and practiced what you were going to say in the mirror. Today is the day you go up to Dynamight’s Agency.
You had seen that he was looking for applicants and even your friends pushed you to do it. You have always adored Dynamight and his work. Knowing you have the opportunity to work with him, let alone do hero work was so exhilarating to you. You watched his fights on the train to his agency. He was at the top, surrounded by people who were either terrified of him or content to play sidekick.
As you made it into his agency, your footsteps became quick and made your way to the interview room. A paper with the words interview up ahead you follow and see the blonde headed man with a scrunched up face from the applicant in front of him. His assistant next to him, standing up and bowing to apologize.
“Next.” He yells. You jump and make your way to the table. You breathe and put your papers and license on the table.
“Whaddya do and why your here.” He looks at you almost with the intent to scream again.
“I’m here to surpass the Dynamight himself. Someone who would rather show off my skills instead of brag.” You smile.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise. A long silence followed and his face turned into a little smirk, a sharp, dangerous thing. He leaned back and his crimson eyes scanned you.
“Finally.” He mutters. “Don’t make me regret this.”
His assistant gets up and walks over to me. She shakes my hands and excitedly smiles.
“Welcome to the team!” She says softly.
You smile and turn away, heart pounding from my chest.
He is so beautiful in person, holy fuck.
You couldn’t help but think as you walk away.
A few weeks later..
The first couple weeks felt like hell. Your body was burned and bruised as his training sessions were intense. You figured it would be since working under Dynamight. Only the best of the best have opportunities like this to work with him.
“Oi, we got people watching, hotshot.” He says as you guys fight in his training grounds.
As shit as you felt, you still showed up early every morning. The public really fed into the "perfect" image of the two of you. The "fishbowl" of the media followed your every move, but they didn't see the way he looked at you when the cameras were off or the way his mask would slip for just a millisecond, revealing a man who was desperately afraid of being seen, yet desperate for you to see him.
You started to notice the man behind the "King Explosion Murder" mask. This shift happened after a joint mission that nearly went south. The media tried to frame it as him having a "sidekick" but the reality was that you had covered his blind-spot, this over extension, and cleared a path for him to finish the job.
He had invited you to his apartment to "discuss" what had happened.
Back at his apartment the adrenaline was still a live wire between you. The "training" was over and the "surpassing" began to sink in.
"You were too damn reckless," he growled as he cornered you into the middle of the hallway. The air was super thick and heavy with a hint of ozone.
"I was faster than you," You retorted, stepping into his space. "Admit it, Dynamight. I'm practically halfway there."
He didn't push you away. If anything he pulled closer, grabbing your waist, pulling you against him.
He kissed you like a detonation. His teeth and the heat from the weeks of held-back hunger. You were still in your hero uniform and all. His hands fisted your damaged suit, dragging you against him. You shoved back, biting his lower lip, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through the both of you.
He slowly walked you backward to the bedroom without breaking the kiss, shredding gear in a trail of torn fabric. When he finally had you on the bed, skin to skin, the slow burn all week broke.
Bakugou had pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, while the other slid down your body with possessive pressure. His mouth traced your jaw, teeth grazing the pulse at your throat.
"Been waiting so many damn weeks for this, Hotshot," He rasped, voice low.
"You kept pushing. Now you're gonna take it." He says. You don't even question it and nod as he smirks at you.
Your legs hot from all the heat as he spreads you open. Your cunt dripping as he centers his cock into you. In one slow thrust, stretching your cunt, having that slight burning sensation which left chills down your spine. He set a rhythm of thrusts that was rough but controlled. His hips snapped forward, the weight of him holding you down like the chokehold you craved. Every thrust dragged a moan from your throat. Hs free hand gripped your thigh, hauling your leg over his shoulder so he could sink even deeper, the angle hitting that spot made your vision see fireworks.
"Fuck~ Hotshot," He growled against your ear, his pace started to get relentless. Sweat slicked between your bodies. He releases your wrists only to hook both hands under your knees, folding your cunt open wider, driving harder. The headboard thudded. Your nails raked down his back and he hissed, thrusting harder like he was getting back at you.
You teased him, breathless, words slipping out like a gasp. "Love it when I call you Katsuki,"
Bakugou's rhythm stuttered as he processes the words coming out of your mouth. A dark, filthy laugh rumbled from him. He leaned down, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on you as he fucked you through it.
"Yeah. Say it again for me, Baby." His voice was wrecked, gravel and heat. He groaned on every stroke, the pressure building until your thighs shook.
"Fuck, Katsuki," You moan out as you feel a hand slid between you, his thumb circling your clit right where you needed it.
He groans more as he hears his name coming out of your foul mouth.
You came first, clenching yourself around him, back arching, a broken moan breaking free. He followed seconds later, burying himself to a hilt with a guttural curse, pulsating hot inside you.
He didn't pull out right away. He stayed pressed deep, breathing hard, forehead against yours.
Aftercare with Bakugou was quiet and thorough. He pulled out of you slowly, grabbed a warm cloth from the bathroom, and cleaned you with surprising gentleness as he wiped the sweat from your skin, pressing kisses to the marks he had left on your throat and thighs. He pulled you against his chest, one arm locked around your waist like he's scared you'll vanish Infront of him.
"You're not a victim to this shit," He muttered into your hair. "And neither am I. We're doing this on our own terms."
You smiled against his collarbone. "Then don't stop calling me Hotshot when were like this."
He snorted, but his hand stroked down your spine, possesvie and steady.
"As long as you keep calling me, Katsuki,"
Even months later, the public watches the both of you. Either way the narrative belongs to you. You challenge him on the field in in private. He challenges you right back. You built something rough, honest, and burned hotter than any headline.
And everytime he pulls you close after a long day, that low voice drops against your ear with the same flirty edge to it.
"Get your pretty ass over here, Hotshot. I'm not done with you yet."
A/n: IF YOU MADE IT TYYYY! this is the first "smut" i've written in a while. I know its not amazing, but my writing has improved from my wattpad days. I'll write more soon! TY LOTS! <3
This is a Black Butler type AU. All characters are aged up. 18+
I feel like this song suits the vibe.
"There's always a man standing there in my dreams..watching me. I'm too scared to talk to him?!"
1976, Calatine
Cold, partly sunny, slightly dangerous.
"I'm sorry Ochako, but your sister is!" I hear my father yell.
"Father, I am way more mature then she is and definitely has more style, I'm pretty sure I can rule our country!" Ochako yells right back.
I knew what they were talking about. Y/n Devine. I'm a princess, obviously. I'm 17 turning 18 in about a month. Who has an obnoxious sister who wants to be the next queen. A father, a king who is crazy and always makes me go investigate cases similar to my mother that happens in Calatine.
My mother got killed by a group of unknown people and my father has been pushing either of us to be the next queen or figure who killed my mother. He has been going crazy on who the next queen is.
Don't you love the Divine Family.
I open the doors going into the tea room. My “lovely” father and sister are sitting down around a coffee table. Father looks at me and smiles. He gets up and brushes the crumbs from his crumpet off his suit. That look on his eyes gives me an idea that he’s trying to make me do something.
"Y/n I have a job for you," My father explains, "I want you to-" I cross my arms and cut him off. Of course, I was right.
"Let me guess, you want me to go to our little manor and stay there." I state. My father is way too obvious to not know. He did the same to my sister. Instead, he's supposed to help her when she becomes queen, but I guess that's not happening. She had an affair during her time there. Let’s just say she’s not so happy with how things went.
It's a family tradition for the daughter to work at the manor.
Since I will turn 18 quote on quote as my father says "the perfect age" to go to the lovely totally not abandoned manor.
If I'm successful for a whole year then I guess you can say I'm queen in progress. I never asked to be queen. Honestly. It was supposed to be my sister's job, not mine, but good things come to an end. Sorry Ochako. Not really.
"Well, you have to get new household staff!" Ochako says looking at the outdated floor.
"That's because?" I ask.
"We killed them, what else would it be?" My father blurts. Something no one knows about our family, especially our people. We're dangerous..We kill and destroy whoever and everything that messes with our family. I guess that’s just what happens when you come into power. At least that's how I see things.
This usually happens whenever some Maid or whoever did something so stupid they get the 3 strikes.
First strike is you have to sleep outside. It's horrible I know, but it’s more of a fair warning if you ask me. Strike two you get a brutal warning. Stabbed somewhere, shot, or whatever.
Last but not least I think you know what the last strike means
"Great! More work for me." I groan, rolling my eyes. My sister rolls her eyes too and pushes me out of the room.
"You have to do it as soon as possible, this is your job, go on now," She says smiling then slams the doors. I look at the guard standing there. He looks at me quickly then looks at the wall or whatever he's looking at. I start to walk away but then walk back to the guard.
"Also if I were you I'd guard the front door because my sister is crazy and you wouldn't have to deal with it." I told him.
He just stood there and nodded. I groan and walk away. I can't have a conversation with anyone. Not that I like talking to people anyway.
I walked outside and the guards let me go. Going into the village to see if anyone wants to work at the manor. The palace isn't very far from the village so I can just walk.
I get to a house and knock on the door. I see a lady open it and her eyes widen.
"P-Princess w-what seems to bring you here?" The lady asks, she stutters a lot and trust me I'm not scary looking.
"Looking for people to work at the manor would you-" As I was talking she shakes her head and closes the door.
“Hey!-” I yell before getting disappointed.
I turn around and shake my head. Rude.
I go to more houses, but yet more and more people say no or rudely slam the door on me. The sun was about to set in about 2 hours so I had to hurry or else I'll be behind schedule.
"Hey it's little Y/n, Look at me im a princess" I hear the person I hate mock. Camie. I grit my teeth.
"Shut the fuck up.” I bark. Here I go again my anger is waiting to scream at her.
She slapped me and my fist clench. She laughed in my face. I push dirt off my dress and scoff. I'm a princess. I stay calm and walk away. She grabs my wrist and slaps me again, laughing with that stupid voice of hers. I'm pretty sure that left a mark because that shit hurt. I swear I'm gonna beat this dumb ass bitch when I have the chance to, but not today. That’s a problem for another time.
Then I saw a man again. He looked young yet very handsome. His tall and big physique. His spiky hair in the distance looked so sharp I could feel it against my skin. I see a wagon almost hit me and I get off the road. He's gone. I walked more and then I somehow ended up in the woods. It wasn't too far from the palace, it's just getting darker, that's all.
I hear whispers and quickly look behind me.
"Hello?" I say looking around. Really, all I see is trees and dead flowers.
Then there's that man again.
"Why are you following me?" I ask I walk over then he's gone. I sigh, I turn around and I jump. He's standing there. I almost fell and I guess he caught me. His hand is on my back and he didn't need to put weight on his hand he did it so easily.
Wow he’s strong.
"I'm guessing you're curious," he says. His voice is so husk and deep. It’s intriguing that I want him to say more. He smiles.
The smile reminded me of how my mother smiled. She had that soft menacing smile and somehow so did he. Remembering that tiny detail made me feel the pain rush in and my knuckles clench. I stand up straight. The anger of me hating and wanting to know who killed my mother. I wanted them dead.
"I know how much you've gone through, I know how much hate you feel." He walks closer to me. I stare into his eyes, his crimson eyes. They glow and my face gets red as he gets closer. Knowing how close I examine him. Blonde hair with scars on him. He was well put and didn’t look like a random person in the village. He was almost as proper as a prince but more like a butler.
"Let's make a deal." He finally speaks. His voice is really intriguing to me cause whatever he has going on has me melting.
"What's the deal?" I ask putting my arms on my hips. His smile turns into a frown.
"You can wish for anything" He says so seriously.
I laugh. Is this some joke? He sighs. He turns around.
"What do you mean, anything?” I ask quickly before he walks away.
He turns around and smirks.
"Isn't there something you've always wished for," He says, crossing his arms.
He asked like he knows what I wished for or something.
"What are you some genie or something who grants wishes for me?" I say crossing my arms mocking him. He rolls his eyes.
"Come on, just answer the damn question." He says, I think I'm annoying him. I chuckle and walk over to him.
"What's in it for you?" I almost stumbled. He smiles but does it so evilly.
"Your soul," He smirks. I walk back. The heck is wrong with this guy. My soul. I think this is where I should go. I start walking slowly looking back waiting for him to follow, but he doesn't. I turn around but before I can he talks again.
"I know you want revenge for your mom!" He sings. I stop walking.
"How do you know about that!" I exclaim. He walks closer to me. Then stops.
"Let me help you and let's make a deal, let's call it the deal with a devil" He smiles. I stop breathing for a whole minute and rethink everything. He’s lying. There is no way that this “demon” of some kind found me and baited me into making a deal with him. I’ve read novels on this sort of stuff but never believed they could happen. Fairytale. All of this was just a fairytale. He chuckled like he read my mind.
I gulp. "So you want my soul and you will help me find and get revenge on the people who killed my mother and who hurt my family..but how?" I was so confused I just gazed at him dumbfounded.
"I will be your butler and only your butler, nobody else." He smirks. My eyes widened. I look down and think about what I'm doing.
If he really is a demon then maybe he can help me.
I take one final look into his eyes and nod and he grabs my hand. He kisses my cheek and I blush slightly. Never gotten a kiss from any man before let alone a “demon".
"Okay then can we go now..." I trail with words because I don't know his name.
"Just give me a name, my lady" He responds as he picks me up bridal style with a wink, jeez he can definitely read my mind, that confirmed it.
"Bakugo? Bakugo Katsuki" I say, cautiously. He nods in approval. I smile and hold onto him tightly as we make it home. My butler only, huh.
My sister would be super jealous.
"I know you have to find household staff for the manor so leave it to me, okay?" He says in my ear. He looks at me softly and I nod. As we get to the front of the palace. He puts me down and the guards point their guns at him.
"Stop! He's my new butler!" I yell. They put their guns down to let us in. I smile and say thank you with a curtsy. I brought him to my room. I get in my bed and he tucks me in. I felt like a little girl.
"Goodnight, bakugo." I say smiling for once a reason to smile.
"Goodnight your highness" He says, kissing my head one more time before leaving my room. Tomorrow will be a different day. I snuggle into my blanket and close my eyes, this time not afraid to see the man in my dreams.
A/n: I wrote a story like this years ago and changed it up a bit that suited my style of storytelling. If you want more repost and comment! Please lmk if I should continue! ( ´▽｀)
disclaimer: if you don’t like angst then I’m sorry…oh well…also your pros just to let yk.
Summary: you broke his heart, you want to see him one last time before you or him moves on.
“just for one last time..” you ask softly. He pauses, taking a breathe.
You hurt him. You know you did. What hurt the most is that you lied. Lied telling him that you were okay. You didn’t want him to know your secret. A secret that you never told anyone, but he found out. Finding out your secret is what hurt him. Finding out that you were using him for an excuse to your parents that you were perfect. You lied and he thought that you didn’t really love him and was using him for your little perfect life.
Maybe at first you weren’t really in love with him and was just using him..but the longer you stuck around him you felt different and was in love with him. He didn’t believe you though.
“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N!” he yelled aggressively. You stared at him frantically. Tears falling down your cheeks.
He just got home from hero work.
“k-katsuki what’s wrong?” You ask him softly. His eyes looked at you piercing into your eyes.
“I got a call from someone today…and they said to me if you were done using me,” he said vaguely.
“Katsuki-“ you stammer and he cuts you off. You were scared who in the right mind would tell him. You only knew the one person you told was….Mina. She understood why you were dating katsuki. She might of dialed the wrong number or maybe she did it on purpose. Either way you we’re scared.
“THE FUCK DO THEY MEAN BY USING, YOU USED ME!” He yelled angrily at you. Making you jump back slightly.
“I didn’t use you…” you tremble. “I didn’t mean to use,” you pause. You can see his face scrunch up even more before you finish the sentence.
“You didn’t really love me did you, you LIED to me all those years together! Are you fucking kidding me!” He was aggressive as his voice only got louder.
“I DIDNT WANT TO BUT I HAD TO!” You finally yelled back. His eyes widened. You start to cry even more as you can see the hurt in his eyes.
“You had to..huh,” he said and walked away in the room. You quickly followed behind to see that he was packing.
“katsuki…” you implored. He ignored and continued packing.
“I’m sorry…you don’t have to go.” You walk over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. He brushed it away and you look away from him.
“You can stay, I’ll pack.” You say as you grab clothes out of the drawer. He stares at you as you pack your clothes while he unpacks.
“We just need time, I need time.. to think this through.” He murmured. You look up at him and sigh.
All your clothes was packed. He watched as you moved the luggage to the door.
“You we’re there for my perfect image to my parents…I’m sorry I used you for there cost..but katsuki..” you wept pausing a little. He stood at the door looking at you hurting.
“In the end I really did fall in love with you.” You sob and walk away leaving the house you once lived in with the man you loved very much.
Two years passed. You and katsuki didn't talk. Mina apologized after that day to say she didn’t mean to dial him, but kind of did.
Katsuki found someone new. Someone who makes him smile. They were everything and did anything to make him smile and laugh.
They treated him better than you did. You regretted lying to him and doing thing that weren’t true, but you don’t regret the memories you made and wish that you didn’t use him and that if you didn’t you would be with him to this day.
You we’re finished doing a mission. Walking down the lonely but lighted streets of Japan. It was pretty, but there was only you walking down the streets. Alone. You bumped into someone and apologized quickly. Looking up at them to see the man you hoped to see one day.
“y/n?” katsuki doubted. You smile weakly and quickly looked away.
“hi..katsuki I mean bakugo.” You say hesitantly.
He sighs and looks at down at you seeing that you still wore the bracelet he had gotten you in highschool.
“You still wear that damn fucking thing,” he swore. Making you flinch a little.
“Yeah.. I kind of like it still,” you trail off looking back at him.
You wanted him to stay. You just want to have one day with him. That’s all you needed. You didn’t want to keep him waiting so you spoke.
“I know you probably won’t forgive me..but can I spend on day with you?” You ask softly. He clicks his tongue.
“why the hell would you want that?” He asked looking away annoyed.
“I promise I’ll make it worth it, I just want to talk and spend one day with you to make up for what I did..” you promised. He sighs and groans.
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow and my phone number is the same.” He says bluntly.
You smile softly and thank him. He rolls his eyes like always and puts his hand on your head.
“Just for a day.” He says and takes it off walking away.
You woke up, got ready and called him. You gave him you address. He got to your apartment and looked around at the place.
“At least its clean for once.” He blurts. You roll your eyes.
“I guess ever since you made me do it, it’s kind of a habit.” You say back sitting down on the couch.
“Look you have only a day so what the hell we doing?” He growled sitting on the couch with you.
“I wanna talk.” You say gently. You didn’t know what to say first.
“I’m sorry.. I know you are still probably mad at me. I get it, I just want to apologize..I know that you have someone, but I just want to see you and talk to you one last time… like this.” You say and he looks at you listening carefully.
“I really do miss you..I want you back..but I promise that after today I’ll let go and find someone too.” You conceded.
He smiled. Katsuki smiled. Which shocked you not understanding why.
“It’s okay.. I’ll forgive you..at least maybe temporarily, but I’m glad you asked.” He declared.
He held his hands out and his face quickly turned away. You move over to hug him and he wraps his arms around your torso. You smile softly into his arms. You know you shouldn’t keep him and he probably had plans today but this was an opportunity to see him even if you and him had a contention.
He held you close and it made you feel the warmth. The love you had years ago. Slowly came back to the surface and will slowly fade away.
You look at him and he looks back at you.
“just for one last time..” you ask softly. He pauses, taking a breathe.
“I love you.” He uttered as his fingers run through your hair. Tears fell down and you smile weakly trying not to bawl.
“I love you too.”
A/n: Thank you if you made it to the end. I just had the urge to make a sad story. It took me 3hrs and I didn’t take a nap this time. I hope you enjoy and there will be more in the near future!
warnings: angst, fluff, cheating,swearing, and slight nsfw
wc: 1.4k
disclaimer: this was my first fan fic on here so cut me some slack anyways enjoy!
summary: your boyfriend is shoto todoroki he and you have a very calm and nonchalant relationship. Until Katsuki came to your dorm one night and things got heated.
”i got a man, but I want you”
“hah?”
You were alone in the dorms hoping that your boyfriend Todoroki would be back.
He had to stay out late to train with endeavor to get better at using his quirk. It was like this most of the time though. He would be out late on weekdays and sometimes weekends.
You hear a knock on the door and groan, picking yourself off the bed.
You opened the door to see a blond male staring at you with those crimson blood-red eyes.
“Katsuki what are you doing here?” You asked why he is at your door so late at night.
“Heard that icy hot wasn’t here and that you were by yourself idiot,” he snarled looking away from you.
“Oh, well come in,” you murmur, and he walks in closing the door behind him.
You look at him and notice that you can see little shades of red coming from his cheeks.
“Look just wanted to swing by to check up on ya,” He snapped, turning away.
You grab his sleeve to stop him. He looks back at you. Seeing in your eyes that you wanted company. He groans even more and pulls you into a hug.
Your eyes widened at the gesture and snuggled close to him. You then let go and fall back into the bed.
He follows. You blush at how close his face is to yours. He grins.
” I know you got a man, but do you really want to be this close to me?” He teases. You blushed even more and looked straight into his piercing eyes.
“I-” you quivered. He got even closer and you hesitated. He starts to pull away, but you hold him close. Not only that, but he smirks and leans in.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING. I have to back away, or I will regret it.
You thought to yourself even, so It was already too. Your lips connected to his, and you didn’t pull away.
Kissing him passionately as it lasted. The kiss deepened as he then got on top of you. You hesitate once more as you realize what’s going to happen next.
He looks down at you which makes you embarrassed and your face to warm up like a tomato.
“K-katsuki,” you faltered, and he leaned down to your ear.
“Do you want to stop?” He whispered softly. Your breathing was slow, and your stomach was doing backflips.
You didn’t want to stop. You knew you had to, but couldn’t.
You shake your head. He smiles and kisses your cheek.
He slowly stripped you, and you pulled him down to kiss him. He smiles in between. You pull away and you look down. Seeing he was about to slip down his pants.
You look back at him and he reassures you. You nodded slowly. He then goes in slowly while you close your eyes.
You open them to see that you were under the covers. You took a deep breath to smell the air. Smelling a familiar scent of caramel. You looked up to find Katsuki looking down at you as he held you close.
You looked away embarrassed and it was silent. You immediately broke the silence after a while.
“Did that really happen?” You ask softly. He smirks in response.
“If it was a dream I wouldn’t be here dumbass.” he says as you get up covering yourself with the blanket.
“I guess I’ll see you,” You say as he gets up to get dressed.
“Yeah,” he responded, and he was out the door.
You came to class early and couldn’t help, but daydream. All you can think of was the moment where he had you pinned to the bed and him grabbing your neck while thrusting his big-
“Y/n you in there?” You hear a voice snapping out of your thoughts.
“Oh hey Mina,” You chuckle nervously.
“You good girl?” She repeated. You nod and she smirks.
“So you spent the night with bakugo huh,” She snickered while you looked away flustered.
“I won’t say anything, but just think about this for a second okay? Who do you enjoy your time with more?” She wondered.
“Well,” she cut you off nudging you. “Tell me later, k?” The conversation ended and went on to a new subject. You then hear familiar voices at the doorway.
You see Todoroki and Izuku. They made there way to their desks and you look at Todoroki and smile. He smiles back softly and grabs his phone looking away from you. Mina smirks and coos to get your attention. You look at her concerned. She nudges you to the doorway to see Kirishima and Katsuki walking in. Your eyes widen and quickly made a straight face looking at Todoroki to hope he wouldn’t notice, but was still on his phone. You looked back at Katsuki and made eye contact. Making a straight face he grinned. Like he was reading your mind.
I want him
You thought. He rolled his eyes as Kirishima nagged him. You looked away and Mina smiles.
“The bakusquad going to the mall later, wanna come?” She asked and you smiled and nodded.
”Sure,” you answered and class was gonna start.
After school, you and the bakusquad went to the mall. First you ran into a stuffed animal store, making everyone surprised.
Everyone looked around, and you were there seeing the cute chibi stuffed animals. You tried to restrain yourself from buying too many.
You came across a blond dog. Making you think of him. You put it down and walk away. You ended up going back to the stuffed animal. Looking around to see if anyone was looking and hugged it. Later placing it down and moving on.
Little did you know Katsuki was watching you and walked over to the stuffed animal. A blond dog with reddish eyes, He smirked. Grabbing it and walking over to the counter.
“How cute it looks a little like you,'' the woman said. He rolled his eyes and scowled.
“TCH, sure.” He snapped. The woman laughs nervously and scans it.
“This for your girlfriend? She was looking at It earlier, but got a penguin,” She asked.
He scoffs and looks away holding out the money.
” Something like that,” He mumbles and grabs the bag with the dog inside.
“Have a good day sir!” The woman smiled and waved. He huffed and walked out with his hands in his pockets.
” OO Bakugo what did you get!” Mina bugged him. Trying to peek into the bag.
“GET AWAY RACCOON EYES!” He yelled, making everyone stare.
We all hung around for an hour or two and finally went back into the dorms.
You made your way to your dorm seeing Todoroki waiting there.
” where were you? I tried to call, but you didn’t respond.” He asked.
“Out with the bakusquad at the mall.” You responded. He nodded and laid down.
“Sho-“ You paused as he got up and put his hand on your shoulder.
“Have a good night, love you” He smiled, giving a kiss on your forehead.
Then he was out the door just like that. You closed it, falling down against it. That’s it. He just came to say good night.
He didn’t even stay long enough. It made you feel like that was your relationship even if you didn’t want to believe it. You wanted more though. Needy for more love. Tears started to form from your eyes.
“I’m selfish… I went to another man for love, and it felt good… It’s not supposed to. I hurt him even if he doesn’t know.” You rambled as your thoughts got more and louder.
I’m selfish, I’m selfish. You thought.
“I cheated.” You admitted softly to yourself. You loved the feeling you felt with Katsuki. It was different from Todoroki.
You heard a knock. You sniffed, wiping your tears. Opening the door you see Katsuki. His eyes widened seeing your red puffy eyes.
“What the fuck.” He cursed. Closing the door holding you.
You cried into his chest.
” Katsuki,” you sniffed.
“Hmm,” he responded softly.
” I got a man, but I want you” You whispered.
” hah?”
“It’s just nerves,” You continue
” what the fuck are you talking about,” He bleated.
“It’s just dick…” You hesitated.
He definitely heard and smirked, understanding what you were saying.
” dumbass…” Is all he said as he grabbed your chin kissing you. It felt right. Even if you didn’t want to. You loved it, but little did you know he loved it and loved you. He wanted you to be his. He planned all of this. Yet this was only the beginning of his plan.
A/n: Thank you if you made it to the end. This was my first on here and I thought of it at 2am while listening to Planet Her and had to type it out. Taking 3hrs not counting naps...Anyways hope you enjoyed and there will be more in the future!
Another side note! I wrote this a couple yrs ago and finally came back to write again!
