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what are you afraid of?

summary -> how is it like being pro-hero dynamites agency's personal secretary, that knows how to handle his temper. will things escalate further with the two of you, or will it not?

paring -> pro-hero dynamite x f! reader, (hints of) pro-hero shouto x f! reader, (hints of) pro-hero dynamite x pro-hero illus o camie. (shouto n camie mainly from the previous chapters), pro-hero redriot x pro-hero pinky.

an -> enjoy! this is a five part series. REAL SLOWBURN BTW!!! 18+ audience MDNI. not proof read.

wc -> 10k

warnings -> vulgar language, jealousy, angst, work stress, bottled up feelings, tension, emotional punch, sex, emotional sex, p in v,

m.list - series m.list - this is part 4

katsuki woke up before his alarm, like he always did. at excatly 05:35am.

but the room felt heavier than usual. probably due to the leftover tension from last night that sat on his chest like a blanket. he stared at the ceiling for a moment, jaw tight, replaying it all in his head, your voice, your face, the way you said you were going home.

even if it was a small thing you had said about going home, even explaining it, and even after the messages, he didnt feel right. and he really did not want to lose you.

"tch.." he dragged down a large hand down his face. it wasnt even anger he felt, but more like restlessness beneath his ribs.

he dragged himself out of bed.

his morning routine was always the same, almost aggressively structured.

he showered first, hot water blasting his back, fogging the mirrors, steam filling the whole damn bathroom. he braced his hands on the tiles for a moment, letting the water hit the tension between his shoulders.

then he brushed his teeth, styled his hair meticulously like always, pushing it up, blow drying, adding product, shaping the spikes with muscle memory and habit.

he trimmed the edges of his undercut even though it didn’t need trimming. he just needed something to focus on. to distract himself from his thoughts. he really did not want to lose you or even dare to hurt you.

he put on his compression shirt, then his black cargo pants, he shrugged into his agency jacket, clean, sharp, pressed. he slipped on his watch and checked the time. plenty left.

he grabbed his keys and left his apartment.

he drove to the agency quietly. too quiet. No music. just the low engine rumble and his own stupid thoughts.

when he parked and stepped out, the late october air hit him, cold but not freezing, the kind of autumn morning he’d like.

He walked toward the agency doors, making his way to his office.

and there you were.

you were sitting at your desk already, earlier than usual.

"something feels different" he thought to himself.

he eyed. you for a bit. you werent wearing anything dramatic or unprofessional. just normal office clothes. but you looked..softer today.

your way was styled differently, less strict, more wavier, relaxed and comfy. kind of like how he saw you at his place. you had on light makeup. not much, just enough to make your eyes stand out and your lips glossier.

you were sitting there quietly, hands wrapped around a coffee cup, staring at your laptop.

for some insane reason, that made bakugous breath hitch.

"she looks beautiful" he thought again. in a way that made his chest tighten instead of his fists.

he swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck once. he walked toward your desk anyway because he always did.

he stopped right in front of your desk.

"good morning, y/n" his voice was low and careful.

you jolted slightly, looked up at him, and forced a smile that didn’t touch your eyes. "good morning, dynamight"

he hated when you called him that. hated it even more today.

his gaze sharpened. "dynamight, huh? you feeling extra professional today or something..how did you sleep tonight?"

you blinked, quickly, almost too quickly. "slept good, i guess i am a bit tired, still."

he knew it instantly. it was probably a lie.

he knew why you were tired. it was probably because of yesterday.

he inhaled. debated pushing you for the real answer, like he always does.

"alright, as long as youre okay."

it came out softer than he meant, but still firm.

you nodded, but something flickered in your expression, a hint of disappointment. hurt. like you wanted him to insist. to press. to care.

and for once… katsuki let the moment pass.

he didn’t realize letting go of that tiny moment would break something inside you later.

the morning unfolded like every other weekday at the dynamight agency.

loud, messy, organised chaos with explosions behind closed training room doors.

you typed reports, organised case files, sent emails, reminding sidekicks of their patrol shifts. you made calls to the supply company about the new reinforced gauntlet straps that katsuki swore were “too damn loose.”

you sorted through three different municipal requests because some idiot kept accidentally marking dynamight as a “community fireworks specialist.”

katsuki passed your desk multiple times, barking orders: it was truly a busy day.

“oi, grand, those patrol logs better be done!”

“use your head, dumbass!”

“y/n, forward those citizen-interaction reports to me.”

he said that last part gentler, directed toward you, though he never noticed the slight flinch you made before answering softly.

"alright, sir."

bakugou then took a seat, continuing his emails and reports.

kirishima soon then strolled by occasionally, smiling like the sun. he is one of the few to come into you and bakugous office whenever he pleases.

"goodmorning, y/n!! slept well tonight?" he said scaring you.

you startled a little. "wha! kirishima, can you not appear upside-down like a horror movie?"

he grinned wide, coming up to take seat infront of your desk. "aw, c’mon, that was barely a jump scare! but seriously." he straightened and lowered his voice.

"everything manly with you?" he said, smirking a little.

you rolled your eyes and exhaled slowly. "yep. just a long week. glad its thursday.

"want some coffee? I made a fresh pot. bakugou said it tasted like ash so it must be perfect."

you laughed softly despite yourself. "you brew it like rocket fuel, eijirou."

"that means it will work!" he flexed dramatically. "keeps me punching villains and answering emails."

you snorted. "you barley answer any emails, eijirou"

he put a hand over his heart, fake-gasping. "youre so mean, y/n."

you shook your head, smiling for the first time that morning. kirishima softened when he saw it, genuinely relieved.

"there it is,” he whispered. "your real smile. thought it ran away from you.”

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed.

"for real though, if you need anything i am here."

you nodded gratefully. "thanks, eijirou. you’re always sweet. and of course likewise."

he beamed.

from across the room, katsuki looked up to see kirishima grinning at you like a golden retriever who’d discovered its favorite human.

katsuki frowned.

"KIRISHIMA! stop flirtin’ and get your ass to the your office!"

kirishima jumped. "I WASN’T FLIRTING! THAT’S JUST MY FACE!"

you burst into laughter.

kirishima shot you a wink. "see? i made you smile. bakugou should thank me."

bakugou growled in the distance.

the day went on with more small interactions, kirishima passing by to hand you sticky notes, asking if you’d eaten, telling you one of the new recruits called you “terrifyingly efficient,” which he swore was a compliment.

and each time? you felt a little lighter.

bakugou heard it. but pretended he didn’t.

by noon, you were buried in spreadsheets about rescue statistics, filtering by date, hero, and location. you typed so long you felt your fingers throb. katsuki watched you from across the room during a meeting with two sidekicks. he caught the way your shoulders slumped, the way you chewed your lip, the way your answers to him were shorter.

but he didn’t push. at least not today, anyway.

at exactly 15:30 PM, katsuki’s phone buzzed with a secured committee notification.

he opened it, expecting more stats nonsense. but instead it read:

OFFICIAL HERO COMMITTEE NOTICE DRESS CODE FINALIZATION FOR YEARLY AGENCY STATISTICS GALA • all agencies must arrive in colour-coordinated attire. • colour must represent the agency’s branding. • dynamight agency’s assigned colour: ORANGE.

he groaned.

“oi, y/n, eijirou. get over here.” he said as kirishima was taking another break in your office.

kirishima bounded over like a golden retriever. you walked over slower, quieter.

bakugou turned the phone so both of you could see.

"we gotta wear orange. all of us. head to toe. some kinda uniform bullshit.”

kirishima gasped. "OH THAT’S SO COOL! like a team!"

katsuki rolled his eyes.

you huffed a tiny laugh, barely there, but it eased some tightness in his chest.

kirishima grinned. "guess we’re going shopping then! tomorrow? i get excited for this every year.”

bakugou nodded. "yeah. the three of us alongside the team leaders and some other people."

you nodded too.

katsuki watched your expression carefully. neutral. too neutral. he hated neutral on you. especially today.

the rest of the workday dragged on. more coffee refills from kirishima, more interviews, more emails, more documents.

people left the office one by one, shouting their goodbyes.

“see ya tomorrow, team!” "later guys!” “HEY! you forgot these!”

kirishima came up to you and gave you both a double thumbs-up before leaving. "can’t wait! gonna be manly!"

then it was just you and katsuki in the quiet office, lights dimmed, soft hum of the vending machine the only noise.

you were packing your things. and wrapping your scarf around your neck. he stood beside his desk, watching you for too long.

then finally:

"…i’ll drive you home."

simple. casual.

but not the right words.

not come with me. not stay over. not you’re coming back to mine, like he usually said after long days.

and the moment it left his mouth, he saw it:

the way your face fell. the tiny crack in your façade. the way your hands stilled over your bag.

"home..right. yeah." you repeated quietly.

he frowned. "what is it?"

you shook your head. "nothing.”

he stepped closer. "are you gonna tell me whats happening, are we gonna communicate like adults or are you gonna keep bottling up your feelings?"

you blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from falling down. and then everything inside you snapped.

"why don’t you care anymore?"

the words came out raw, shaky, louder than you meant.

bakugou froze. "what are you talking about?"

your breathing hitched. your hand trembled as you clutched your bag. as the other went went up to wipe your tears.

"you don’t..you don’t push anymore. you don’t ask what’s wrong. you don’t tell me to come home with you. you just..” your voice cracked. "you just dropped me the moment she showed up."

she. camie.

"or thats what it feels like at least." there was a pause before you finally looked up at him. "i know this is stupid. because she technically hasnt done much to make me feel this way.."

katsuki’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. you kept going, insecurity spilling like a broken dam:

"i know i shouldn’t care, i know its a bad feeling to want someone to push you to do something you dont want to. i know its toxic, i really do. and i also know she’s pretty and confident and..and even has seen a side of you i havent seen, but god.."

your eyes filled fast. "the way she touched you. the way she looked at you. i almost felt invisible. and then you barely looked at me afterward, and you kept calling me "yn" instead of...”

you swallowed hard. wiping more tears from your eyes, you then looked down for a bit. "i thought maybe… maybe you didn’t want me around anymore."

katsuki stepped forward, but you stepped back.

"and when you said you’d drive me home. not your place, like you always insisted on..” your voice shook violently.

“i thought it meant you were done with me. that i was stupid for expecting anything. that i was..”

you wiped your cheeks angrily. "that i was just your secretary again."

"i know i only said, we can take it slow, see where this could go. but i-"

his chest felt like it cracked open at your words. "stop." his voice was low, serious.

but you kept talking anyway. like you couldnt stop now that it has started.

"i admire you so much. i..i care about you so much it scares me. and i sometimes feel, pathetic next to someone like her. and all day you didn’t ask. you didn’t push. You didn’t look at me like you usually do."

you breathed shakily. "there, you wanted me to communicate."

silence.

then he moved.

one firm hand cupped the back of your neck, the other tilted your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him...really look.

"you’re comin’ home with me."

your breath hitched. "i thought-"

"i don’t give a damn what you thought." his voice cracked with emotion he couldn’t hide. “i already knew i shoulda pushed. i shoulda fuckin’ asked. i didn’t wanna stress you out after yesterday, but i made it worse. im sorry for making you feel unimportant, that’s on me.”

your lip trembled. he stepped closer until your foreheads almost touched.

"i want you." his voice dropped to a whisper. "i always fuckin’ want you."

your eyes burned hot.

he brushed his thumb along your jaw, gentler than anyone would believe dynamight could be.

“cmon, lets walk to the car together, angel." a breath, warm, grounding. he took your hand in his. "you’re stayin’ with me tonight."

he opened the passenger door for you as you got in, and returned his side. he started the engine and drove off after ensuring that the agency was locked from any intruders.

the drive there to his house was quiet. soft humming of cars, stops at red lights, and so on.

while he was driving, you noticed that he was taking an unfamiliar way to his place. that was until you saw your apartment complex.

"w-why are we here..?" you asked, voice low and confused.

"we are here so you can go and bring yourself a bag of your necessities. pjs, clothes for tomorrow, underwear, makeup or whatever you need. ill be waiting for you here, unless you want me to come with you."

"uh, thats fine, you can just wait here, ill be back soon." you said, stepping out of the car. while you were packing a small bag, bakugou was in his car, thinking of how to make you smile again, forget about camie, and ensure you he only wanted you.

"fuck.." he muttered under his breath, leaning back against the seat and shutting his eyes for a brief moment.

he was thinking of ways he could, hold your hand again, make you dinner, lie next to you until that shaky breath of yours is evened out, kissing you, showing you with actions, and words that you matter to him.

while he was drowning in thoughts, he suddenly gets a call on his phone. the number was unsaved, so there wasnt any names popping up.

UNSAVED NUMBER - CALLING

bakugou frowned. confused by who was calling him, as he didnt recognise that number. he swiped to answer, putting it on speaker automatically.

"hello, dynamight speaking." he grunted. "who is this?"

there was a beat of silence, then..

"hello dynamight. its me! camie!"

his entire body went rigid and he wiped a hand across his face.

"..camie?" he repeated flatly.

"yep!" she giggled.

"and how the fuck did you get not even my business number, but my fucking personal number."

"oh! kirishima was so kind and gave it to me!" she chirped. "i told him i needed it for hero-committee stuff, yknow? god bless him."

katsukis eye twitched. "eijirou.." he muttered under his breath. he was going to have two words with his best friend later.

"sooo anywayss, is it okay if i call you bakugou instead of dynamight, it feels super forced?" she asked.

"no. you get to call me what everyone else does." katsukis jaw tightened.

"alright, i wanted to call and say sorry for everything that happened i the past.. seriously!" silence.

then you showed up in katsukis peripheral vision, and then slowly but surely made your way to his car and got in. you looked focused and tired.

then you froze when you heard camies voice echo within the car.

"hello? i said im sorry for what has happened between us in the past. i feel awful about how things ended back then. and since we are working together and stuff maybe we could catch up?"

katsukis jaw tightened once again. "camie-"

"like...i dunno! maybe grab dinner or something, or talk things out." she laughed softly. "maybe a date, old times sake.."

then your eyes snapped to katsukis, wide and confused. starting to ache again.

"hellloooo?? bakugou? can you hear me? wanna go on a date or something?"

"y/n-" katsukis said, but camies voice kept going, totally oblivious.

"like nothing serious, of course. we can just hang out and talk and see how you feel and-"

"camie. no, im not doing that." he spoke .

"oh?" she hummed, then suddenly. "ohh..got someone over there, huh?"

you sat there, staring at the dashboard, like it had betrayed you personally. katsukis chest ached.

he cleared his throat sharply. "listen. i said no, im not interested. ive got someone important with me so stop."

there was finally silence on her end.

"oh.." she said, "okay, im sorry. guess i misread the vibe."

"yeah." he snapped. "you did."

and just like that he hung up immediately. and then he turned fully to you.

"y/n-"

you inhaled sharply. "im sorry" you whispered. "i didnt mean to overhear."

"you didnt overhear shit, she was on speaker and she doesnt matter."

"then why-"

"she called for some bullshit reason, talking about how she feels sorry for what happened in the past. how she lied to eijirou to get my number. and i just shut it down."

you swallowed.

"didnt she ask you-"

"and i said no, didnt i?"

you lifted your eyes to his and he leaned in closer, resting on arm on the back of the headrest of your seat. one on the dashboard.

"i dont want her, not anymore." he said, "i want you, i told you that an hour ago, and im telling you again."

your eyes shimmered. "she sounded so confident, like she knew she had a chance. i dont mean to be stubborn or argumentative."

"well she doesnt." his voice hardened. "she doesnt get shit from me."

katsukis thumb brushed your cheek bone, wiping the tears that were spilling from your eyes.

"dont look at me like i lied to you" he murmured. "you think id ever let someone come back to me after cheating on me? no matter how long ago it was, huh?" he paused. "you think id ever want anyone else after everything with you. even if it hasnt been much, i feel alive with you than i do with anyone else."

"i shut her down, and i was already about to hang up before you even got in the car." he said softly. "she wont dare call again and if she does for anything thats not business related, ill block her."

finally, you exhaled. "okay. i believe you."

he nodded. "good."

he leaned back, starting the car again. and rested a hand gently on your thigh. "got everything?"

you nodded.

"alright, lets go home, then."

as he parked his car in the drive way, he stepped out to once again open the door for you. you followed him inside into the luxury penthouse apartment complex.

you both stepped into the elevator in silence. your chest a bit tight. he noticed that as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

"everything alright?" he said rubbing your shoulder softly.

"yeah." you whispered but he could barely hear it.

he leaned down again to give you another kiss. "whats that?"

"im okay." you said, a little louder this time.

"good."

his apartment feels warmer tonight, maybe because he’s rushing to unlock the door faster than usual, like getting you inside is the first step to fixing everything.

he pushes the door open and steps inside.

"get in." he mutters softly.

you step in and exhale softly. the lights automatically come on, warm and golden. just how you like it. his place looks the same as before, a bit different considering now that your eyes are burning. you took off your shoes slowly. as if moving too fast will make you cry again.

you took of your jacket and scarf and hung them by the entrance. you stopped infront of the hallway mirror to fix your hair and your blouse before stepping into the kitchen.

"you hungry?" he asks, voice low.

you nodded. "a bit."

he exhales through his nose. "relax, go change, and sit down, ill cook."

you nodded as you took your bag and stepped into the bathroom to change, from your work clothing of a navy blue blouse and some suit trousers, wrists of a watch and jewellery, to a simple, flared cotton legging and a croptop. you put your hair up with a claw clip and shoved your jewellery into your bag.

you knew he had some facewash, so you used it to wipe away your makeup. after you patted your face dry with a towel, you reapplied some clear gloss and stepped out.

as you stepped back into the kitchen, katsuki was in full motion of cooking. he had also changed his clothing himself. to gray pair of sweatpants and a tight black shirt.

you took a seat on the kitchen island. as he was grabbing more ingredients from the cabinet and fridge. "curry bricks, onions, pork cutlets, seasonings." he murmured to himself.

you are now watching him quietly, and he knows you are watching. he turns to you, his voice soft. "is katsu curry okay?"

you nod. "yep."

he sets up the cutting bored and starts slicing his onions with sharp movements. the pan is heated behind him, as he drizzles some oil ontop. he seasons the pork like he has done this a million times. he is confident in his abilities.

he continued to cook. curry is simmering, thick and fragrant. he moves the cutlets from the oil to a wire rack. its golden and perfect.

then he glances at you.

"you looked tired." he says quietly.

"i am."

he wipes his hands on a towel. "eat first, talk later."

you nod, and the two of you sit across each other on the dinning table.

he comes up behind placing a generous plate. he powers you some sparkling water. assuming any form of alcohol could stress you some more.

he sits right across you and digs in.

the curry is rich. the cutlet is crisp. you didnt realise how much you were starving you were till now.

he watched you quietly for a moment. his eyes softening. shoulders easing slightly when he sees you enjoying his food.

"you are lucky you are so skilled in the kitchen." you hum softly. "you eat like this everyday?" you ask.

"nah." he grumbled. "just when i got someone worth cooking for."

your heart jumps a bit. you eat quietly for a bit, using the sparkling water to wash down the food. the tension slowly thinning. he pushes his empty plate away and leans back.

then he says, "y/n. i cant stand you talking about how you thinking you arent enough, or that i dont want you."

you drop your gaze out of nervousness of whats about to come.

"im sorr-"

"no." he snaps, but not in anger, rather in desperation. "dont apologise, just listen.."

you look at him.

he looks like hes been holding back alot himself as well.

"you think i dont push you to come home with me cause i suddenly dont want you?" his jaw clenches. "i didnt push you because you were visibly hurt and stressed. i didnt want to make it even worse on you. thanks to eijirou, i was able to steal a few glances of your smile during this miserable day."

"katsuki, i-"

he keeps going.

"i fucking hate that camie n the shit she brought made you feel second. even that you think she could compare to you. and i hate that you thought that, even for a second, i suddenly didnt give two shits about you since she showed up."

"katsuki- im sorry for making you stre-"

"nah, what bugs me is that you think that some woman who cheated on me years ago, could be comparable to someone i find joy being around, that i make meals for, take on dates, and take pride in pleasuring and being with. you truly got me fucked up."

before you could say anything, he stands up and walks to your side of the table. he stops right in front of your chair and kneels between your legs.

he looks up at you. "tell me, was the food good?"

you nodded, smiling slightly.

"you are one of the only people that i want in my life. you've kept up with me for so long, desperately doing your job perfectly and making my life easier." he paused, "then when i thought you couldnt get any better, i got to know you outside the office, to then find out that you made me feel a different sort of happiness."

he lifts a hand, to rest it on your knee.

"katsuki, im sorry if i made your life harder by being insecure." you said, lip trembling.

he chuckles. "dont stress it, i didnt stop pushing you cause i lost interest. i stopped cause i was trying to do this right. to become someone you feel safe with."

you whisper. "katsuki... do you mean that?"

"nah, woman. you got me fucked up. i wouldnt be fucking kneeling if i didnt."

for the first time in days, he got to hear your laughter again.

then you both stand up. "im sorry, i just really love you and it scared me."

his eyes widened and he froze for a moment. then his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

"good."

you blink, "good?"

"yeah." he admits softly. "because im in love with you two, idiot."

your arms slide around his shoulders, and he leans down a bit, barley, brushing his lips against yours. not pushing or rushing, but letting you decide.

you kiss him first.

he exhales a shaky breath against your mouth, pulling you deeper in his arms. lifting you so effortlessly, like you are weightless.

but he doesnt head towards the bedroom, not yet.

he sets you gently on the couch, thumb brushing your cheek.

"so.." he whispered. "we official, or what?"

you then gave a goofy smile.

"yeah, officially official."

"bout damn time."

he kissed you again. then he carried you again and made his way to his bedroom. the moment he shut the door behind you, it felt different.

he kicked the door open and gently laid you on the bed.

"we dont have to do anything you dont want."

"no, i want it."

he was careful with his movements. tracing his hands up and down your sides, all the way from your shoulders to your hips. he gently took off your pants and threw them somewhere on the floor alongside his own.

his fingers then brushed your jaw, slow, warm, asking for permission without saying a word.

"katsuki.." you whispered.

he had to resist again, giving you the time you deserved.

his hands slid to the back of your neck, guiding you, his forehead pressed softly against yours.

"katsuki..please"

he kissed you, not rushed, just deep and patient.

your hands found the sides of his face, sliding up into his hair, and he exhaled sharply at your touch. then you kissed him, and he felt like the oxygen was knocked out of his lungs.

you both made eye contact when you pulled away your lips. he threw his shirt over his shoulders then somewhere on the floor as well. leaving him in his boxers.

he began toying with the hem of your shirt.

"katsuki...take it off"

that was the green light he was looking for. within a second your shirt had joined the rest of the articles on the floor.

your back hit the wall gently, his palms braced beside your head as he leaned in. crowding you with heat and want. but nothing too overwhelming.

then he began kissing down your jaw, slow and trying to memorise the path. his hands slid to your waist pulling you closer. so closer you felt every rise and fall of his chest.

then he kept his hand steady on your waist, and you locked your arms behind his neck. he looked down at you before latching his teeth onto your neck. you gasped softly when his breath left your collarbone.

"katsuki.." you whispered again. giving him the eyes that he cant resist. "please, need you already." it was clear that you were growing impatient with him taking his sweet, sweet time with you.

"if you keep looking at me like that." he murmured, voice thick, "im gonna lose my damn mind."

you swallowed, your hand sliding up his chest, feeling the way his heartbeat jumped under your palm.

"what if i want you to." you replied.

and something in him snapped, not harshly, not aggressively, but in a way that felt like a dam finally giving under too much feeling.

his mouth found yours again, deeper this time. hungrier. hands still firm on your waist. your fingers went from his neck to sinking into his soft blond locks.

"angel." he whispered, forehead resting on yours. "you sure about this? arent you too tired?"

you nodded instantly, "im sure"

the corner of his mouth lifted, in the smallest smirk. "okay, then ive got you."

he stripped completely naked, as he tugged on the hem of your panties. before they had also been slipped off of you. his middle finger now finding its way to your clit, to prepare you before he goes in.

"fuck, feels good.." you hummed softly against his neck. "yeah?..dont worry, i said i got you." he responded gently.

he continued flicking and circling around your clit till you your legs locked around his waist, signalling that you were close.

"cmon, let go for me, be a good girl." he said, encouraging you to come on his fingers.

when that feeling hit you, your back arched slightly off the bed, legs shaking. a gasp left your mouth before he had kissed you once again.

"fuck" he scuffed, "you are so addicting. you know that?"

once your breathing finally evened out, he went in to kiss you again, trying to help ease you and make you relax.

he looked back down at you before gently lining himself at your entrance. "you ready for me?" he asked, voice laced with care.

you nodded in his neck. "alright, tell me if i should stop."

once he finally slid himself in gently, you both took a moment to adjust to the new feeling. "feel good?" he whispered, lips brushing against your skin.

"yes." you breathed immediately.

he chucked, quiet and warm, kissing your pulse. "good."

once you were both familiar with the feeling, he began rocking his hips gently.

his ears were blessed to hear your moans, as they slipped by your lips with each movement of his.

"shit. you feel amazing."

he reached behind you and pulled you away from the wall, lifting you again like you weighed nothing. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders on instinct, legs curling around his waist without thinking.

his hips began rocking against yours faster with each thrust.

you were both losing your mind at the sensation.

"fuck," he muttered breathlessly. "you’re gonna kill me."

at this point, your whole body tenses, a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips as your eyes roll back, from the amount of pleasure katsuki was giving you.

"fuck katsuki, feels so good, so big." you praised, biting his shoulder.

"yeah? feel good, angel. fuck, you feel like heaven too, baby. fuck, gonna cum soon."

you nod, breath shaky, giving him permission without saying a word.

"shit.. look at you," he groans. "youre taking me so well, baby… you’re milking me." his hips stutter as he fights to keep it together, the position isnt helping.

"tell me, angel. whos a good girl, hm?"

"m-me, katsuki. im your good girl." you said, breathlessly, ready to come any second. "please let me come" you pleaded, eyes teary.

"y-yeah go ahead, come for me, take whats yours." then he slams in harder, the force making your leg shake even more. sending you to the very edge.

"fuck!"

you came all around the tall blond man, he stopped his movements for a second, letting you go through your orgasm. before he latched his lips on yours.

once you were done, you dropped your head on his shoulder, before his hips started moving again. "look at you, fuck, you feel so good, i cant hold back any longer."

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, just enough pressure to make his breath stutter.

"shit.." he whispered, voice cracking as he lifted his head just slightly, eyes half-lidded. "you keep doing that"

you tugged again.

he swore under his breath, leaning down to kiss you fiercely, one hand gripping the wall behind you like he needed something to hold on to before he lost control, coming inside of you.

the two of you were catching your breath before he plopped you and himself back onto the bed.

"katsuki.." you whispered.

he looked at you. really looked, as if he was seeing a rare sight.

then he moved down your body again, kissing so gently it made your heart physically ache. his hands held your hips with a mix of reverence and want, thumbs stroking slow circles into your skin.

he lifted his head, kissed the center of your stomach once, soft, almost shy, and then looked up at you through messy strands of blond hair falling over his eyes.

"you’re… unreal," he whispered. "i don’t deserve you."

you swallowed hard. "dont say that."

he climbed back up your body, settling over you again, arms bracketing your head, faces inches apart.

"then let me prove it," he murmured, lips brushing yours.

you nodded, breath trembling.

He kissed you slow, so slow, until you felt your whole body melt beneath him.

and with the calmest, softest voice you had ever heard from him, he whispered against your lips:

"i got you, angel. all night."

that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

the next day, you woke up first. the room is dim, tinted blue by the soft lights outside. his bedroom is warmer than it should be. mostly because he is wrapped around you like hes trying to fuse you into his chest.

his arms are locked around your waist, his face buried against the side of your neck. you feel his breath, slow and steady, warm on your skin. his hair is tickling your jaw. His hand is splayed across your stomach, holding you there like if he loosened his grip for even a second, you’d drift away.

he doesnt even pretend to be asleep when you shift. a low mumble leaves his chest. "..good morning, baby.."

his voice is deeper than usual, sleep rough and warm enough to melt your bones.

you turn in his arms to face him. his eyes are half-lidded, red and soft, the early light catching on the tiny flecks of gold in them. He looks… happy. relaxed in a way he never is at work. like last night rewired something in him.

you brush a small strand of hair from his forehead.

"good morning, grumpy."

he stares at you for a long second, then a tiny smile, rare and real, tugs at his mouth.

"you are good at this.."

"good at what?"

"laying in my bed and being in my arms."

"really?" there was a blush sneaking its way on your cheeks.

"damn right" he mutters, kissing your temple with sleep laziness. "officially official, remember?"

you laugh and nudge his shoulder. "we have work.."

he groans, burying his face into your naked chest, like he is trying to ignore the existence of responsibilities at the moment.

"cmon, hero" you laugh.

he looks up at you, eyes narrowing playfully. "you making fun of me or something?"

"maybe, just a bit."

he presses a kiss to your lips. slow. soft. a morning kiss, lazy and warm and grounding.

"alright, ill prepare a shower." he said, "together, to save water."

"save water, huh?" you smirked at him before he picked your naked body up.

"yeah, super helpful for the environment, you know?"

he opened the bathroom door and placed you on the closed toilet lid, "i mean if you want to." he asked, gently.

you smile, "yeah, i want to."

his ears turned red, as he turned on the shower head, adjusting it to how you exactly wanted, lighting a floral scented candle, and had towels ready for when you both got out.

he stands behind you, arms around your waist, before he kissed the corner of your jaw.

"you good?" he asked.

"mhm."

"you sure, not sore anywhere, too cold or too warm, uncomfortable?" his thumbs rub slow circles on your hips.

"im fine. dont worry."

"im not letting you go to work messed up. im supposed to take care of you."

your chest squeezes. "i promise im okay, baby. really."

he washes your hair for you, hands gentle, movements slow, concentrated, focused in that way he only ever is during training or cooking or… you.

you both take turns doing each others hair, kisses exchanged between each rinse. his hands always on yours while you do his hair, or when you scrub his body with a loofa.

he brushed the conditioner out of your hair for you before he rinsed your hair, and scrubbed away the filth on your body with your own loofa.

after you both rinsed the shampoo rinse of your shoulders, you stepped out the shower one by one. he wrapped the towel around his waist, while you had yours around your chest.

you grabbed your panties and jeans, and put them on after you had dried and moisturised your body. alongside your bra and a pink blouse. socks went on last before you turned on the hair dryer and began drying your hair.

bakugou behind you had stepped into some black jeans, a tight black tshirt and some socks. grabbing his tooth brush.

after that you did some skincare with what you had available. you washed your face, then moisturised it, then went ahead and applied sunscreen before coating your lips with a balm.

bakugou finished brushing his teeth and applied some roll on before trimming his facial hair to how he liked it. applied some lotion to his arms and some of his cologne.

while you had also applied roll on, then lightly did your makeup. with some eyebrow gel to keep them in place the whole day, some powder under your eyes, eyeshadow to bring out your eyes, and some lipliner and tint for your lips.

he leaned down and gently kissed your temple. "you look beautiful."

"thank you, baby. so do you."

he took your hand as he turned off the lights in the bathroom and made his way down to the kitchen with you.

he starts preparing breakfast like he is on a mission.

you sit on the counter, watching.

bakugou glances up, "what."

"nothing."

"right, you are staring, idiot."

"you are cooking,"

"so?"

"its cute"

he nearly dropped the pan. "shut the hell up." he mutters, his ears are turning pink.

after maybe 45 minutes, he tells you to go sit and you obey. soon after he plates scrambled eggs, rice, and grilled sausages with juice. nothing fancy, but comforting and warm.

you smile, "thank you, katsuki."

he grunts, taking the seat next to you. "yeah, cmon eat up."

you both exchanged some talk around breakfast, some involving work, missions, the upcoming hero committee, etc.

once you both finished he took the plates and cups and placed them in the sink.

you both gave yourselves final touches with some perfumes and colognes. you were reapplying your tint and lip liner, and some perfume.

"cmon, chop chop." he said while he threw his jacket on and locked the door.

you both stepped into the elevator heading down to the parking lot.

he had his arm around your shoulder the whole time, rubbing it gently. you were looking at your phone and browsing some news articles. then the door pinged and you both got out of the elevator, making your way to his car.

he opened the door for you, and you got in.

he circled the car and got into his own seat.

"we are driving together, always." he stated plainly as he started the engine.

"yeah?"

"yep." he said getting out the home parking and making yalls way to the agency.

as always you two pull into the underground parking. but today feels a little different.

not just because you are officially together now. though that sits warm in your chest like a secret flame. but because people are already gathered by the elevators, buzzing with early morning chatter.

bakugou gets out the war and stretches, looking as good as always in your opinion. his hair still a bit damp from the shower earlier. he glances at you, eyes softening in that subtle way only you get to see.

"cmon," he mutters, walking around the car to you. "lets get this shit over with"

he places his hand on your lower back as you both walk towards the entrance. when the elevator opens, revealing a certain red head, he quickly pulls his hand to his side.

you both stepped in. "good morning y/n! and bakugou. you guys look, uh fresh today. really fresh."

bakugou glares, as you smile softly. "why are you saying it like that?"

kirishima freezes "HUH? im just stating what im observing!"

you bite your lip to stop a laugh. kirishima again, gets the feeling of something is up, he just doesnt know what it is exactly.

the three of you step into the agency floor, where team leades were already assembled.

Arata Miyano, team leader in charge of managing and promoting Dynamight’s public image, as well as the agency’s head of public relations - PR manager.

he is tall and painfully serious. he takes a step forward, "we will be ready for departure once everyone is present, dress requirements have been emailed, correct?" he switches his glance from Dynamight to you.

"yes! the theme is orange. meaning, orange dresses for the women, navy accents for the suits alongside orange ties for the men." you said, digging up an email sheet that you printed from your bag.

people nod, some looking excited, as most people get free premium quality clothing every year. but some other seeming stressed as they will have stacked up tasks to do when they come back to the agency.

"who is missing?" Fujimoto Yuna, lead medical operations coordinator and emergency response supervisor, asks. medium height, blond, gorgeous woman.

"we are missing, a couple..i think. we are missing, Kanra Reina, team leader of external negotiations with other hero agencies. Hoshino Kaede, Head of Community Outreach and Public Engagement and lastly, Tachibana Riko, head of equipment distribution and support gear logistics." kirishima said as he scrolled on his tablet.

Arata Miyano grew frustrated as he stepped towards kirishima. "this is unacceptable, i wake up at 5am everyday to not be late to my job only for some people to be holding us back? have they at least sent their reasonings??" he said, scoffing.

bakugou scoffed, snatching the tablet from kirishima's hands. Reina said she is a bit delayed due to her attending a meeting before coming to work with another agency. Riko is late due to last minute requests, there isnt anything about Kaede." bakugou read out the messages for him and the others.

"we are hella early anyways. so relax, them being late is not taking parts of your wage away." dynamight said handing the tablet back to kirishima.

a few moments later the missing people had arrived and the cars began arranging downstairs. four in total, black suv's for the team leaders. a seperate one for kirishima and his side kick. and then a car for you and dynamight. they initially wanted you to tag along with kirishima, as the boss is seen above everyone else, including his head secretary. but he had made an excuse about how he liked to keep his secretary close for "business reasons"

sure.

you all head down as a group, bakugou walking next to you so close your hands keep brushing.

everyone loads into their assigned cars and soon you are speeding off towards the most expensive shopping district in the city. expensive boutiques, glass storefronts, and mannequins displaying high end gala outfits. the luxury industry definitely takes advantage of seasons like these where pro-heros drop multiple bags from their companies.

as the cars roll in and park, employees began stepping out. at this point everyone had gotten out including you, dynamight and redriot.

but before you even reached the entrance of the boutique. kirishima yells. "mina??" you turn and there she is.

Mina Ashido, pink-hair, pink skin, glowing, dressed in a cream sweater, black skirt, and boots. waving at kirishima eijirou. Pro hero Pinky was here.

"eiji!!! you said you were shopping here so i thought id join you, since im tagging along at the gala."

kirishima lights up so brightly. "ahh! thats amazing.."

she hops forward and kisses his cheek, he hugs her back and is blushing like crazy. the colour on his face almost matches the one in his hair.

then they both walk up to you and bakugou.

"hey dynamight, i hope you dont mind me joining," she snickers before giving him a side hug. "how have you been bakugou?" she asks brightly.

"mina, this is so typical you, at least give me a message or a call, dont just show up, i wouldnt have declined you, yknow?" he said gently.

after a moment, bakugou speaks up again. "ive been good, how about you? hows working with the other pros?"

"its been good! i learn so much everyday! cant wait to join you and eiji one day" she smiles brightly.

"oh!! this is y/n l/n, she basically runs the whole agency. alongside bakugou and me." kirishima said, grabbing mina by her shoulder. "and y/n this is mina, my girlfriend, that i may have told you about." he smiles at you.

then mina beams at you.

"hello! ive heard so much about you!"

"wha- from who?" you ask, surprised.

"eijirou, duh! he keeps saying you are a genius at the job and he cant function without you!"

kirishima turns even more red.

"minaaa-"

bakugou laughs. "pathetic."

you laugh quietly.

"nice to meet you by the way, you can call me mina!" she says extending her hand. you took it and shook it gently. "pleasure to meet you in person pro hero, pinky. you can call me, y/n"

"i hope you dont mind me joining! i got invited and i need something orange!"

"perfect," you say, "we can help each other."

the boutique is huge, wide glass windows, soft lighting, racks of designer gowns, suits, and accessories.

the staff of the shop approaches immediately, over polite, when dynamight enters.

"welcome, dynamight agnecy! we are going to be help your staff today, so please dont be afraid to ask us any questions."

"alright, put anything processed today under my corporate account." he said, and for each employee got a staff member to help them pick out an outfit.

bakugou sighs, "and...theyre gone."

you look to the right, and overhear a conversation between bakugous employees.

one of the new interns, that you hired, Sora, she is holding up a blinding neon-orange dress.

"team leader Arata! does this look professional, or am i glowing?"

aratas face is stone, "you look like a traffic cone," he told her plainly.

you look to the left, another conversation. Mariko, one of kirishimas side kicks, is spinning in front of the mirror in a sparkly tangerine dress.

"i feel like a citrus goddess." she sighs.

her friend laughs softly.

bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose. "do i run a fucking circus or what?"

you laugh, softly bumping his arm. "hey! they are trying their best."

"trying my patience."

soon, his staff members show up one by one, while you and him, are sitting on a couch.

"dynamight does this suit look okay?" arata asks with a blush on his cheek. bakugou simply nods at his choice of the suit, he is impressed. the suit looks clean and professional. with a breast pocket that has an orange tissue. "i like it, approved by me" he smiles and nods.

"dynamight, does this look okay in your opinion?" sora shows up, showing off the orange dress, its a simply silk dress, with a slit. and has a beautiful neckline, perfect jewellery. "looks good, maybe if you wore a watch or something on your wrist, i think it looks perfect." he says and a smile grows on her face. "thanks boss!" she beams as she takes the dress to the checkout counter.

"boss is this orange or too orange?" it was reina's turn to ask. "uhh, too orange, the dress is good, but switch it out for a different shade." he says and immediately a staff member of the store nods and obeys his orders.

"sir would you approve of this?" Fujimoto Sayaka, leader of communications strategist. "id approve of you had proper shoes, go pick out suit approved shoes." once again, another store staff member nodded, leading sayaka to find some shoes.

by approximately, 30 minutes of chaos, bakugou helping his staff, the store staff running around. most of the employees were already ready and waiting in their cars for you, bakugou, and kirishima.

you and bakugou finally got up, to find kirishima halfway across the store giving mina a dramatic twirl as she models dresses.

"you look gorgeous babe!" he exclaims, "eijirou! stop!!" she said as they both were giggling.

you watch them for a moment, this is the firs time you have seen kirishima like this. soft and hopelessly inlove.

it warms you.

"help me before i blow up this store."

you raised an eyebrow. "oh? you need my fashion expertise?"

he leans in a little closer, "i need you. thats enough expertise."

you laugh softly, and it warms his heart.

he gestures towards the mens section. "cmon, gotta pick a navy suit with orange accents."

you go with him.

he first tried on a fitted navy suit. the fabric hugs his shoulders in a way that make you have to actively remember to breath.

he raises a brow "well?"

bakugou smirks, stepping closer so his voice is low enough for you.

"good? really, thats all you got, angel?"

you push his shoulder. "shut up, katsuki."

he grabs an orange tie, holds it against his chest. and you reach forward automatically, and get in the fitting room.

you were fixing his tie and your fingers linger longer than needed.

"so? do i get this one?" he asks you.

"i really like the shirt underneath, the details on it look beautiful, the tie too. the jacket hugs you so perfectly. but i dont like the pants, i find them too fitted on you, like theyre trying to suffocate you. maybe go for a loser pair or trousers."

he nods, agreeing.

you get out the fitting room and he calls a staff member over to get him a looser pair of pants.

she arrives and hands it to him.

"perfect, katsuki!" you exclaim when he shows you.

he smirks, "alright, your turn."

"my-?"

"you need a dress, dont you?" MOODBOARD FOR THE AESTHETIC.

you nod.

"give me a second, ill change and ill be there with you in a second."

when he finishes, you both head towards the womens section.

you grab two options, a deep burnt orange satin dress, and a lighter silk tangerine one. mina peeks over, approving.

"ohhh! choose the satin one! eiji! what do you think?"

kirishima nods, "satin, for sure."

then you disappear into the fitting room.

a minute later you step out, hesitant.

bakugous jaw visibly drops.

he tries to recover and fails.

"holy shit." he clears his throat aggressively.

"yep thats the one."

you shyly turn so he can see the back.

"babe.." you are hesitant at first. "can you.. zip it up.."

he steps behind you, slow and careful. hands warm. he lifts the zipper gently. fingertips brushing the bare skin of your spine.

you inhale sharply. his breath ghosts your ear.

"pefect," he murmurs. "absolutely, perfect. you look stunning."

you smile at him. "thank you." you whisper gently, blowing him a kiss.

when the four of you regroup, everyone having their bags in their hands. at this point. everyone is done, bags are packed. payments are processed, teams returning to their cars.

bakugou thanks the staff of the store, and they all respectfully blow back.

the drive to the agency is comfortable silence.

when you got back, the office was full of life, as it was practically lunch time. some people were typing away, making coffee, and munching on their sandwiches.

you and bakugou stepped into your office, kirishima and mina behind you guys. you and kirishima and mina sat on the couch in front of his desk, bakugou leaned back in his chair, scanning the room.

"alright, we are having lunch outside." he barked, although there was a trace of warmth beneath the harsh tone.

kirishimas face lit up, bright as the morning sun, "hell yeah! sounds amazing."

mina smiled softly, "yay! thank youuu, bakugou." she said politely, but her eyes flickered towards you. awaiting your reaction.

you looked at bakugou, chest tightening at the way he was watching you. "sounds good with me!" you said.

"good." he said, running a hand down his neck. "grab your stuff, were taking my car."

kirishima grinned, carrying his backpack, and his girlfriends purse. you put on your tote bag and you all made your way down.

as you guys got into car, kirishima and mina in the backseat, bakugou said, "so, where do you wanna eat?"

kirishima practically vibrating, "lets go to the french brunch place, they have good coffee!"

mina giggled softly, and you nodded. "yeah. that works!" you said, turning and giving kirishima a thumbs up.

bakugou smirked slightly, though his jaw was still tense. "dont get used to me being nice, extras. today is an exception." he mutterd, "extra? who calls people that" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

kirishima and mina laughed.

"oh y/n during UA days, that was the only thing he would address people as, i guess old habits die hard."

you all laughed, kirishima then asked.

"sooo, how do you like today so far? hows your work life been lately?"

you glanced at him, "its nice mostly, except for when i get stubborn costumers or i get into long and pointless meetings. i mean, ka-.. dynamight keeps me on my toes, and you are very cheerful eijirou its hard to not smile when you are around."

mina reached over, "it was very nice meeting you, y/n you seem cool and you are easy to talk to."

you smiled back, "thank you, mina. its super nice meeting you too, i wasnt sure what it would be like meeting dynamights friends, but this is nice."

kirishima then interrupted. "sorry for cutting the romance between you two, but do you genuinely call him dynamight?"

you grew a little nervous. "well i-its out of respe-"

"nah, she is being a little respectful, probably trying to impress mina with her politeness." he saved you.

mina laughed, leaning slightly toward you. "we should definitely keep in touch. maybe a little girls’ shopping trip sometime… just us?" she suggested.

you felt her cheeks warm, heart fluttering. "i’d like that,"

as you guys were approaching the restaurant, the car got a bit quiet. just the hum of the engine and faint chatter of kirishima in the back. you were scrolling on your phone.

then something on your feed made you laugh quietly, a cat jumping in a funny way.

"katsuki." you said softly, letting his whole first name slip out, your stomach instantly twisted, you werent supposed to use his first name so casually, especially after he saved you earlier.

bakugou looked at you, one eyebrow slightly raised, you froze. you did this, now bakugou was waiting for your response.

"yeah?" he asked, voice low and patient.

you scrambled, your mind not thinking fast enough to think of something work-related to say, you were fumbling with your phone. "uh-look at this, its a cat video." you said, holding it up towards him. trying to cover the slip without making it obvious.

bakugou leaned forward, smirking a little, "lemme see."

you exhaled softly, while showing bakugou the video. kirishima and mina might have not noticed anything.

katsuki then snickered at the video, "your feed is so stupid."

then kirishima voice broke, "wow. you two are close, huh?"

you froze, heart jumping. "n-no! it was just a funny cat video." you said showing the video to kirishima.

you looked down at your phone again, cheeks warm, you closed your eyes for a moment, before katsuki had parked his car.

"alright, out, extras."

the french brunch spot smelled like fresh pastries and rich coffee. sunlight streaming through the tall windows. bakugou led the way, pulling open the door for everyone.

kirishima happily entered, while mina trailed with a quiet smile. you spotted a four seat table and held a spot next to the window as the rest of the group approached.

everyone picked up a menu, beginning to browse. bakugou leaned in, "you two ready to order?" he asked, questioning kirishima and mina.

kirishima leaned over the table, "im thinking..maybe an egg salad, and a chocolate croissant, what about you mina?"

mina tilted her head, glancing at the menu. "i think ill have the grilled cheese with a small serving of soup on the side."

you spoke then, "i think ill just go basic with french toast and coffee."

"alright then."

a waiter came up to take the orders, and soon enough the arrived with the food, and it definitely looked appetising.

"soo fresh omg!" kirishima exclaimed at his took a bite from his croissant.

"ohhh this grilled cheese is so perfectly crisp!" mina beamed as she took another bite.

you and bakugou ate pretty quietly, which made kirishimas eyes flicker between the two of you.

"so..um speaking of which..whats happening between you two.." his eyes were wide and dying for an answer.

you almost choked on your coffee, bakugous jaw tightened.

"kiri!! its nothi-nothing." you blurted.

"really? nothing? even when i see you guys arrive everyday at the same time, leave at the same time too?" he asked curiously.

"yeah well thats only natural. we have office together so its normal for us to leave around the same time, and we arrive at the same time due to his having to be present for morning meetings together!" you excused, but what you were saying was also true.

"right, i dont doubt you on that, but what baout the camie thing, and the thing in the car earlier?"

you looked at kirishima with wide eyes, trying to come up with another excuse.

bakugou exhaled. "we are together, idiot. happy now?" his tone was harsh.

kirishima's eyes nearly popped out, and mina leaned forward. "wait really?"

bakugou nodded, before he took a sip of his tea.

"how long?" kirishima asked.

"for like...two months-ish, since that blaze-fuck attacked."

kirishima couldn’t contain himself, grinning ear to ear. "dude! that’s… awesome! i was wondering, like, one day you two were all tense and tight, then another you’re… chill? It makes sense now!"

bakugou’s eyes softened as he reached across the table, fingers brushing against yours under the table. "don’t get used to all this lovey-dovey crap, but… yeah. we’re together."

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