THREE DAYS (3.2k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
synopsis: your ex-boyfriend misses you desperately. he broke up with you by the way!
warnings: angsty, crying, kissing, grinding, suggestive, yn's in her underwear at one point, mentions of violence, obsessed bkg
someone is in your apartment.
your fingertips are rubbed raw and your knees are about to buckle from exhaustion from your long shift at work but every muscle on your body stands on edge. it’s not like you can see someone is here in the darkness, but you can tell something is off. you fight within yourself whether to take your shoes off and once you decide off because you mopped yesterday, it feels like it reveals a lot about you as a person currently.
you’re just tired, cannot be fucked for an assassination attempt and perhaps that is why you drop your keys on the counter to grab the rolling pin from your drawer.
“come out. i know someone’s here. i’d rather just die than get jumpscared,” you say. there’s nothing, then a shift of a shadow by your television and there’s a rush of wind by your face. your body gets slammed against your front door as the rolling pin is pulled from your hand.
you scream, only able to make out this figure as being a foot taller than you and almost triple you in width. dressed all in black.
your vocal chords are about to scratch your throat until a gloved hand lands on your mouth, silencing you immediately.
“it’s just me.”
with all the strength you can muster you push the man off you and only because he chose to, does he move away from you. two whole steps.
“what the fuck katsuki!” you growl, clicking the light switch beside your head and everything becomes visible, “get the hell out of my home!”
you hate him. you think. you hate his job and his job is so intertwined in his identity that it’s just easier to hate him. he’s in black boots, a black overhead hoodie and black cargos. ever the shadow despite the blonde peeking out under his black cap. he doesn’t have a mask on but you can assume it’s stuffed in his pocket. his gloved hand swipes his hood of his head as he throws the rolling pin onto your sofa. you’re faced with red rimmed eyes, slightly puffy like he’s been… crying?
you dated bakugou katsuki, also known as the country's number two hero dynamight, for not even a year. eleven months on the dot before he broke up with you. yes, he broke up with you, with the audacity to appear in your apartment a month later.
“w-wait. fuckin’ wait,” he breathes, dragging his cap off his head and it only makes your chest constrict.
you loved him. you loved him more that you could verbalise. in another world, you’d drag him into your arms, have him lay his head on your lap like you did months ago as he talks about his day. now, you’re trembling at the sight of him.
“you can’t break up with me and then break into my home. i was about to shit myself!” you squawk, flinging your arms up in the air.
he’s still beautiful, the beauty spot on his neck and the one right behind his ear. he’s got a light stubble on his jaw that is new but attractive all the same. his eyes are hard for you to look at though, filled with too much emotion. you can’t even handle your own.
“i just wanted to check if you were good. wanted to speak to you.” bakugou’s scratches his head hard enough to draw blood under his nails.
you scoff, folding your arms. your body is happy to see him, serotonin levels boosting at just his presence. your head knows better.
“don’t you have your little guards report back every detail about me? you know i’ve been working, i went to the cinema last week and i got chinese food from the place around the corner.”
“had to go back because you forgot your spring rolls.” he mumbles, stepping in closer to you.
everything about bakugou screams intimacy to you. like his hand belongs on your waist and yours on his neck. he’s the right size for you to hug and feel safe from all angles. you couldn’t forget his kisses either. the harsh nibbles on your thighs and the full presses into your cheeks.
“what are you doing here?” your face is deadpan. he can’t make you go through debilitating levels of heartbreak, calling off work, wallowing in depression for him to appear whenever the hell he wants.
“i missed you. i needed to see you.”
you grit your teeth, “katsuki.”
“i fuckin’ know i shouldn’t be here but i can’t sleep, i’m useless on the field. i’m goddamn hollow without you.” he drags his palm down his face and his anguish with himself is apparent.
“you made your decision. you can’t break into my home.”
bakugou growls, bending over with his hands on his knees. it’s like he’s about to be sick, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths. then he stands up, steps right into your personal space.
“stop acting like this is a normal fuckin’ break up. stop acting like i chose this and this didn’t need to happen.”
you refuse to look at him. everything about him is still stored fresh in your head. the last time he was here, you ordered in and watched a movie. then he pleasured you on that very sofa before lifting you to your bedroom.
“katsuki, stop.”
“i could never be a normal fuckin’ boyfriend for you. i said this from the beginning.” he pushes, half like he’s trying to convince himself and half because you refuse to see this.
a tear slips from your eye and you’re quick to wipe it away.
“okay, so you’ve seen me, i’m doing fine. can you leave now?”
two palms are placed on either side of your head against your front door. you can hear him sniff your hair but he doesn’t make a move to touch you.
“i can’t put you in danger. there are people after me, they were going to be on you next.” he breathes into your ear, forcing you to listen.
you clench your eyes shut. that side of your ex boyfriend’s life terrifies you. you couldn’t handle half the blood and gore he’s seen in his life, the constant fight for not only his survival but the worlds. you were meant for a normal life, simple, with a husband that comes home from his boring desk job.
“i couldn’t put you through that. if somethin’ happened to you when i wasn’t around. i’d never forgive myself.” every word is pulled from the back of his throat. deep, guttural.
he’s close enough to kiss, to slide your cheek against his.
you breathe away the fear at the real possibility of death, craving how he nudges his head with yours like it’s an innocent reprieve. a sliver of contact to take the edge off.
“then why are you here again? isn’t this putting me in danger?” you whisper.
bakugou drops his head to your shoulder, shaking.
“‘m weak. feels like i’m constantly suffocating, i wake up every day with a fuckin’ migraine.”
his nose presses into your neck and all you can manage is a single finger in his belt loop. it’s like the fog in your mind is clearing, thoughts coming in a language you can understand instead of constant wonder about this man.
“i know how it feels,” you murmur, laying your head on his. you tug once on the belt loop and he steps in closer to you.
“yeah? sorry, sweetheart.”
it’s an apology that means nothing since he won’t change his mind but it’s all he can say at this moment.
his breath tickles your neck at every syllable, your body sparking alight with want.
“exes always end up crawling back. i’m not even surprised,” though you jump when two gloved hands land on your waist and bakugou presses his body into you against the door.
his body shakes with an exhale and you feel it run through you.
he feels like biting down on your neck, for you to see this isn’t a normal situation. though he pulls off your neck, staring down at you with narrowed, piercing eyes. you hold eye contact, you even keep his hips pressed against you with his belt loop.
“i’m not like your other dumbass boyfriends who couldn’t handle your ass,” he curses in your face though it only makes your eyes drop to his lips, “i left to protect you.”
“and you came back to make yourself feel better. that’s not protecting anybody, is it?” you taunt and you test the waters by looping your arms around his neck.
bakugou’s always struggled to hide emotion on his face. everything he feels is always served up on a plate to whoever is around, no cutting around corners, no assumptions needed. who he is, is what you get.
which is why you know, despite the fact you’re pushing at him for a reaction, his love for you over powers that. it’s you, a random civilian who was never supposed to cross paths with this pro hero who has the abilities to fight the strongest, can take him down all at once.
“fuck off,” is all he can manage. a watery, stunted one that lacks any punch.
bakugou’s eyes laze, nose twitching, teeth biting at his bottom lip before letting go. he’s all pent up and the last time he remembers feeling normal was the morning of the day he found out someone’s put a hit out on dynamight. he really shouldn’t be with you right now.
he pinches your hip when you roll your eyes. you can tell that he wants you, a kiss, to fuck you against this door.
you reward him with a hand on his cheek, one he snuggles into without breaking eye contact.
“dynamight can save the world, time and time again but can’t save his girlfriend. he lets everyone live their lives, everyone else is able to be happy but him.” you murmur, brushing your thumb over his lips. you drag his bottom lip down, studying his row of bottom teeth before letting it snap back up.
he goes to bite at your thumb but it’s back at his cheek.
“it’s my duty to keep everyone safe,” he presses his cock into your stomach and your next breath is only full of delight, “it will always be my duty.”
you’re acting like a bratty child, like this is a disagreement on how he stacks the dishwasher. your hand drops from his cheek, instead it lays flat on his torso.
“whatever, katsuki.” you huff, “you made your choice. you fight for the world but not me.”
he growls, “i will fight for you. i’m takin’ a precaution, you’d hate a life always lookin’ over your shoulder because of me. i’m used to that shit, prepared for it.”
“the only people over my shoulder are your stupid hero friends following me around to watch me cry. that is because of you.”
he’s about to touch your face with his gloves and you stop him immediately. “take them off.”
he pulls them off one at a time, with the pinch of his fingers.
“so sensitive,” he grunts, but you notice how he relaxes when his hands find your cheeks. rough calloused fingers moving down to circle your neck because you’re all covered up otherwise. he wants to touch your body. he takes a deep breath, “i’m fine with makin’ you cry if you’re not gettin’ killed.”
“you’re scared, katsuki.” you push, “too scared to even try.”
he dips his head to lean into your mouth. his lips brush against yours, “if it keeps you safe then call me a pussy, i don’t give a fuck.”
“you’re letting them win. you’re not fighting back!” you whine but he sucks up your last word by pressing his lips against yours.
he moans instantly, turning his head and opening his mouth. you do too, sliding your tongue down his throat and dragging him closer by his neck. it’s a lot. from not seeing the man for weeks to having him so close. you both always worked together, understood without anything verbal needed.
you jump and he catches you, letting your legs circle around his waist.
“wait!” you say, pushing him off you. it leaves him blinking at you slowly, licking a stripe across his bottom lip. you just need a second because one kiss and you're scrambled.
“you wanna say more bullshit to me? go on, baby.” his voice is so easily laced in arousal. one kiss and he looks fucked.
“i hate you,” you say, punctuating your retort by yanking him back to your face.
he moans, rolls his hips into your centre for some friction. it only makes you wetter, makes you want to scream at him.
“i love you too,” he whispers, filling your neck with wet kisses, “i love you so much, that i need to let you go.”
you tilt your head, fingers fiddling with the buttons of your blouse.
“you’re weak and a liar,” you stutter, voice fluttery when he begins to hump you against the door, “if you loved me you would fight anyone who gets between us.”
bakugou laughs, helping you out of your blouse to leave you in your purple cotton bra. you’re beautiful, so terribly beautiful.
“you don’t want to see what i’ve seen, baby. what if you’re tortured, kidnapped? all because i fuckin’ love you?”
it’s like he’s in purgatory. so close to heaven, feeling you, just having you near him. but he knows that once this is over, once he’s away from your soft tits and your wandering hands, that this memory will be another form of torture for him.
“then don’t let that happen, dynamight.” you snarl, chest heaving as he takes a breast from your bra cup and sucks on your nipple, “c-can’t be that hard for a hero.”
you suck the air between your teeth harshly, when he bites a little too hard on your breast, “stop pissin’ me off. i’m not changin’ my mind.”
your face scrunches in disgust, as he stares at you from your chest, “i’m not letting a loser fuck me.”
that pushes him to the edge. weak, scared, a loser, a liar. where has his fight gone? his drive he had from when he was younger?
“you’re so fuckin’—,”
you tap his arm snootily, “put me down. i’m gonna get ready for bed and you’re leaving.”
he grinds into you purposefully, his cock at full mast, thick against your centre. “no. i don’t know when i can see you again—,”
another two taps on his bicep, “now katsuki. and never come back.”
it is the same sickness from before that floods him. the constriction of air in his throat, the ramming hammer against his skull.
he drops you to the floor and you stare at him as you unbutton your jeans. leaving you in your mismatched underwear. purple bra and navy and white striped panties.
“get out of my sight.”
he can’t. he just can’t leave you again.
“i can’t have you die because of me.”
“then don’t.”
bakugou blinks as you balance on one foot to remove your socks. you throw them in a pile with the rest of your clothing.
“it’s not that fuckin’ easy.” he wants to pull his hair out in chunks.
“then make it easy. why do i have to spell it out for you?”
can he make it easy? kill the villain who’s put a hit on him. what if another comes up? he can kill them too.
“d’you still want me?” he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as you circle around him, to make your way to your bedroom.
“what?”
“d’you still love me? you loved me before.”
it feels like punching a glass case when he asks. necessary to get your heart but causes him to bleed nevertheless.
before feels like years ago even though it was a matter of weeks. you know the answer like the back of your hand, it’s what wakes you up in tears in the middle of the night and what makes you sit in silence for hours.
“yes. you made me happy, katsuki.”
he cards his fingers through his hair, “you’re willin’ to be with me knowing that people will wanna kill you ‘cause i love you?”
your heart skips a beat. “that won’t happen though. you’re strong and brave. people respect you like a leader and you work according to the truth.”
you’re standing barefoot, in your underwear, bearing yourself to him as he’s fully clothed, backed into a corner. you were right earlier, he is scared, absolutely terrified but nothing can be worse than you not being in his life. nothing can be worse than not trying. to have you believe in him when he doesn’t believe in himself.
bakugou nods, grabs his hat to shove back onto his head. “i’m gonna do better, baby.” his boots are thick yet silent as he storms towards you. an arm sliding around your waist and his other holding your head how he wants. “give me a week and i’ll sort it.”
“i’m not waiting another week for you.”
it’s the audacity that makes him want you more, has him curling his body into you, the pads of his fingers burning where they touch your skin. he slips a hand down your back, resting right over your ass.
“give me five days. i’ll sort it in five days.”
a mission to capture a villain, he knows little about and have him killed.
you shake his hand off your cheek, “three. if you love me, make it three.”
from your ass, he grabs your thigh, hitching it at his waist. “i’m a fuckin’ idiot to think anyone’s gonna be after you. it’s gonna be you that kills me.”
you play with the hair on the nape of his neck and you reward him with a smile that makes his cock ache. he misses you. an insane amount.
“i’ll see you in three days, ‘tsuki.”
he lays a kiss on the flesh of each breast, then one on your mouth. a wet peck with a smack.
he untangles from you slowly like each movement is hellish but he knows exactly what’s on the other side of this. him being able to crawl into bed beside you. kissing down your whole body. his head between your legs. living life with you.
he walks to your front door backwards, unable to take his eyes off you. you revel in his attention, your hands behind your back, head tilted with a small smile.
“fuck. i’ll see you in three days. no more.”
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