Louder Than Words

Writing fierce love and louder hearts. BNHA x OC | Heavy emotions, sharp edges.

[nc0210]

Welcome to Louder Than Words.

I write for the fighters — the ones who break, rebuild, and love with everything they have left.

Slow-burn tension? Yes. Character-driven chaos? Always. Emotional depth? Check.

If it simmers, aches, and snaps under restraint, I’m probably writing it.

What you’ll find here:

MHA/BNHA x OC fanfiction

Slow-burn ships with a heavy emphasis on emotional tension

Original characters with strong arcs and quiet intensity

Deep POV (I like it sharp, immersive, and cinematic)

Slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional depth

Smut with meaning

WIP:

Primal Instinct (Bakugou x OC)

Tactical Flirtation (Aizawa x OC)

Requests: open

Main Tags: #bakugou x oc, #aizawa x oc, #mha fanfiction

Thank you for visiting — stay wild, stay loud.

[nightingalewrites333]

Happy 27th Birthday baby~

I can't believe Katsuki Bakugō is 27 guys! HE'S SO PERFECT I COULD CRY 😭

A @nightingalewrites333 original.

🚫 Do NOT re-upload!

[autistobrat]

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

[aquilacalvitium]

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

[aquilacalvitium]

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

[emryses]

listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.

[candyandclouds]

bakugo thinks he’s a baddie? nah, he hadn’t met you yet.

bakugo tried. god, he tried so hard.

ever since he started dating you, he’d been… working on himself. speaking a little softer. not exploding at every inconvenience. even kirishima had patted his back like some proud uncle, saying, “bro, look at you. character development.”

bakugo, arms crossed, cheeks faintly red, muttered, “i’m not doing anything. i’m just… being considerate.”

he really believed he had to tone it down so he wouldn’t scare you off.

but then…

…. then came the incident.

you two were out at a street market, hands brushing, bakugo pretending he wasn’t smiling like an idiot every time you looked up at him. everything was peaceful. calm. almost romantic.

until two extras walked by. “wow, dynamight in the wild,” one snickered. “thought he’d be taller.”

bakugo stiffened. he opened his mouth to speak (softly!!), but he didn’t get the chance. because you turned around first.

“excuse me?” your voice boomed with a ferocity bakugo had never heard before. “say that again, i dare you.”

the idiots blinked. “what—?”

“OH, I’M SORRY—WERE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND?” you were already marching toward them, eyes blazing, hands up like you were ready to grab a folding chair from thin air and commit violence. “TALL ENOUGH TO STEP ON YOUR NECKS. TRY AGAIN.”

bakugo stood there. speechless.

you kept going. “you think you can do better? you wanna fight? no quirks, just hands. COME ON, LET’S GO!”

the extras ran, like full sprinted away.

you huffed, muttering curses under your breath before walking back to bakugo like nothing happened. “anyway,” you said sweetly, “did you want takoyaki or the grilled squid?”

bakugo stared at you. mouth open. heart doing olympic flips.

you frowned. “what? did i overreact?”

bakugo grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you so aggressively you nearly lost balance. when he pulled back, he was red all the way to the tips of his ears. “you’re—” he swallowed in awe. “you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

you blinked. “huh?”

bakugo took your hand like he was afraid you’d disappear. “i thought i had to calm down for you,” he muttered. “but apparently you’re worse than me.”

you grinned, leaning into him. “is that a problem?”

bakugo looked at you like you were the first sunrise he’d ever seen. “it’s the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

[nc0210]

mood lighting for my emotional support bakugou

[jliaartz]

gemg dynamight ily.

i drew this while in the worst shrimp posture anyone has ever seen

[peachypatchy-deactivated-deacti]

@katsukikitten @kween-katsuki

[katsukikitten]

I NEED THAT

[reichuus-deactivated20260126]

─ drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar ✩ k.bakugo

it was one time…until it wasn’t. you and bakugo were both single, what’s the harm in sleeping with your best friend?

content: 18+! college au (20s), semi-public sex, cock warming/unprotected sex, cream pie, cum eating, best friends with benefits, pet names (baby), idiots in love, mutual pining, cutesy awkward confessions, soft bakugo. (wc: 2.2k)・ao3 version

note: another vault piece back from the dead! I had the phrase “midnight drives & backseat secrets” tucked away in my notes app that inspired this. I just can't get enough of friends to lovers, especially bfwb to lovers.

[12:07am] Katsuki: Out front, get your ass down here.

The car radio hums in the background, the cool breeze sneaking in through the cracked windows and into the backseat against your bare skin. Bakugo’s sweats are tucked under his thighs, shirt hanging over the driver’s seat as you hover in his lap, topless with your panties pushed to the side. His hands glide up the backs of your thighs and over the swell of your ass, settling at your hips as he guides you to be fully seated on his cock. You adjust to the stretch of him with ease, relishing in the heat swirling in your abdomen as he moans contently.

You two have done this song and dance before, plenty of times, actually. Initially, it was a one time thing, something you two casually stumbled into during one of your weekly movie nights (thanks to one steamy sex scene in said movie). You’re both single, have been best friends for years, and are more than comfortable with each other. What could go wrong? You agreed to keep it casual...and a secret.

That opened the flood gates for you two and led to sex happening any and everywhere; in the backseat of Bakugo’s car after a study session, the bar bathroom when you were both tipsy, the closet of a house party, stumbling into each other’s beds and touching each other until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

And it worked, almost a little too well.

Why?

Because you had one rule — no kissing on the lips. As long as the two of you never kissed, it wasn’t intimate, and therefore didn’t cross your friendship line.

“Did…you finish that assignment for Aizawa’s lecture?” You ask breathlessly as Bakugo’s lips trail up the side of your neck. He chuckles against your skin before leaning back with an amused smirk and roll of his hips.

“Are ya really gonna ask about that now?”

Lying wasn’t your strong suit. Bakugo always saw right through you whenever you tried, even little white lies.

“Just popped into my head.”

He pauses, holding you still and arching his brows curiously. “Nah, s'not like you. What's goin' on?”

Truth be told, the causal conversation helped keep the unending desire to break your stupid rule, begging your heart to let those feelings be fucked out of your system with time. It backfired tremendously, only making you fall harder for him over the last few months. You were the one who initiated the first time; this is a hell you've created for yourself.

Why was it catching up with you tonight?

Bakugo's fingers release from your hips and move to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "C'mon, y'should know by now ya can't lie to me. What's swimmin' around in that head a'yours?"

"It's stupid," you sigh, trying to lift yourself out of his lap when he grabs you by the waist, compulsively pulling you back onto his cock until you were completely stuffed full of him.

"Nuh uh, stay put," he mumbles low, biting his lip while a strawberry blush creeped across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. “You feel too fuckin' good right now.”

“Can’t get enough of me?” you tease, laughing while you ruffle his hair and wiggle in his lap. Bakugo smacks at one of your boobs in retaliation, cackling when you dramatically huff and pinch his nipple.

"Stop it, brat!" he laughs, squeezing your sides until you can't breathe from your own laughter. "Spit it out already!"

Why was play fighting while his dick was inside you so…hot?

"Okay! Okay, fine," you stammer, catching your breath and collecting yourself. "D-don't stare at me when I say it."

Bakugo snickers before pinching your cheeks lovingly, forcing you to meet his fiery gaze. "Oh, so bein' face first in your tits and balls deep in you is fine, but eye contact is where ya draw the line?"

"Oh my god, don't say it like that!" You glow scarlet, spreading down your neck to your chest.

"Like y'don't say dirty ass shit when I fuck—"

"Fuck this stupid game we're playing!" you blurt out, titling his chin upward and tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. "I...wanna kiss you, Katsuki, so goddamn badly. And if I do, I know I'm not gonna be able to stop."

He can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he prays you can’t hear the booming bass of his heartbeat. What he can’t hide was how your words shot straight to his dick, twitching while his need to fuck you senseless was being drowned out by the newfound yearning to make sweet love to you instead. Bakugo always thought the mushy lovey-dovey saying about time standing still in moments like these was a crock of shit until now.

He kisses the pad of your thumb, his breath fanning over your fingertip. "Maybe I don't want ya to stop.”

Your heart flutters so violently it travels into your stomach and twists into the white-hot pleasure brewing in your belly. Before you can chicken out, you swoop down to press a kiss to his lips, the two of you fitting together like lost puzzle pieces. Only a few seconds pass before you break apart, leaving you both spellbound by the electricity flowing through your bodies.

“Get up,” Bakugo orders while patting your thighs, adrenaline spiking and breaking out in a sweat. “Move upfront with me.”

You don’t second guess his suggestion and peel yourself away from his lap. The sheen of slick coating his cock catches your eye as you hop over the middle console and into the front seat, a lightning strike traveling straight to your soaked center, clit throbbing with anticipation. Once you click the little mechanism under the passenger seat, it shifts and creates an ample amount of space in front of you. Bakugo shimmies out of his sweats completely before carefully maneuvering himself over the console and settles into the space. You’re not exactly sure what’s happening until he finds the recline button, sending you catapulting backwards and into a fit of laughter when your head comically bounces off the headrest.

“Shit,” he chuckles, fingers hooking into the band of your panties. “You good?”

“I’m fine, Kats,” you exhale, lifting yourself off the seat enough for him to slide the underwear over your thighs and off your ankles. “But uh, I don’t wanna get your seats dirty, isn’t that why we never do—”

“Don’t give a shit right now,” Bakugo interrupts as he crawls onto the seat in between your legs, kissing any inch of skin he finds along the way; calf, thigh, hip, stomach, chest, shoulder, neck, and finally your cheek. Each touch is slow, gentle, the total opposite of everything you’d ever done before. He pauses, the embers in his vermillion eyes ignited with passion as he studies your face, fixated on your plush lips while lowering his body against yours. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until it’s stolen away, a desperate gasp for air as his leaky tip sinks back into your pussy with ease, only stopping when his hips are flush with your own.

“C’mon baby, keep your word and don’t stop,” Bakugo mutters before crashing his lips onto yours, moaning into your mouth when you squeeze his cock in response at the pet name.

Baby.

The world around you fades into a blur, your entire body ablaze as your tongues intertwine, savoring the newly broken threshold of your friendship. His leisurely thrusts are driving you absolutely insane, more than you ever thought was possible. Were you dreaming? No, there's no way you'd be able to replicate the euphoria engulfing your entire being.

"F-fuck, Katsuki!" you whine between broken kisses, unable to keep his name from spilling out. You grip a fistful of his blonde locks in one hand while digging your nails into his back with the other, overwhelmed with the ecstasy filling your veins. You swear you hear him growl in response, muffled by the repetitive open mouth kisses.

"Say it again."

"Katsuki," you repeat, emphasizing every syllable while biting his bottom lip, earning a loud and gravely moan from Bakugo that you happily swallow in the heat of your make out. He snaps his hips into yours again to stroke every inch of himself, consumed by the sensation of your tight cunt milking him so sweetly. He breaks the kiss briefly to catch his breath, leaving him panting into your neck, thighs clenched and eyes screwed shut.

"Kats, shit...Katsuki, I—"

Before you can get another word out, Bakugo's lips are back on yours, drinking up all your little moans and whimpers. You're squirming beneath him, all of the built up pleasure ready to burst like a dam. Without moving, he somehow sinks ever so slightly deeper into you, pushing you past your breaking point. Breathless, he manages to whisper, “Let go, baby…m’right behind ya,” before slipping his tongue languidly into your mouth. Your back arches further into his body, every muscle contracting in synch as your release implodes, the inferno in your belly no longer tamable. The spasming of your walls around his dick immediately has Bakugo's orgasm rocketing out, endless ropes of cum glazing your insides and mixing with your own arousal. The two of you breathe heavily between gentle pecks, chests squished against one another over the thin layer of sweat forming between your bodies.

"Holy...shit," you giggle, pushing the dampened blonde strands away from his forehead.

He caresses your cheek, a cheesy smile plastered on his lips. "Y-yeah, holy shit."

A trickle of warmth seeps out of you, threatening to stain the fabric of the passenger seat. "I told you we'd make a mess, Kats."

Bakugo grins while pinching your cheek. "And I said I don't care. I'll clean it later."

The two of you sit in silence, savoring the afterglow in each other's arms. Why the hell did you two wait so long to kiss? Because holy shit, that may have been the best orgasm you've ever had and you barely touched each other.

"I know we did this shit backwards," he starts, pausing to kiss your forehead. "But I wanna earn ya the right way."

"You don't need to earn me," you say with a smile. "You've always had me, Kats."

He shakes his head. "No, I want to. I'm takin' you out tonight, dinner and whatever you else ya want. Movies, dancing, driving around the city until the sun comes up, anythin'. You name it, we'll do it. Wear that black dress I bought ya for your birthday."

"Okay, baby. Sounds nice."

Bakugo groans and drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his sudden bashfulness. He playfully nibbles on your collarbone to make you squirm, knowing it's one of your sensitive spots. "Shut it or dinner will be burgers from the campus cafeteria!"

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Can we get dressed and go sleep in an actual bed?" you ask, patting him on the back. "We've got that stupid lecture at 9 and it's almost 1AM."

"You would still be thinkin' about that with my goddamn cum leakin' out of you. You're a freak, baby," he teases, nuzzling your nose before pulling out of you and letting the remainder of his spend drip down your ass and onto the seat. Bakugo kneels in the open space, watching all the liquid flow from your used hole. "Won't ever get sick of seein' that, though. Maybe dinner will gift me the chance of eatin' you out."

"Oh my god!" you yell, kicking his shoulder with your foot. "You don't need to have it gifted, jackass. You get boyfriend privileges now, unless you don't want them."

"Oh yeah?" he taunts, gripping your ankles and pulling you forward to the edge of the seat, setting your thighs on his shoulders. "Sit back, princess. Can't let this go to waste if that's the case."

"Katsu-ahh!" you squeal as Bakugo's tongue dips into your creamy folds, gathering the mixture of cum to present to you from between your thighs. The strings of spit and spend hanging from his lips and tongue leaves you speechless as he tilts his head back, letting it dribble down the back of his throat, crimson eyes locked on yours. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing your inner thigh as a gesture of thanks.

Holy fucking shit.

"Mm, sweeter than I dreamed you'd be. Let's get goin' and we'll shower at my place," Bakugo quips, reaching over you and into the back seat to grab his sweats. "If you're good, I'll even make ya breakfast before our lecture tomorrow."

You're on cloud nine, somewhat delirious as you grab your own clothes from the backseat, lazily throwing them on and adjusting the passenger seat back to normal. Once you're upright, you give Bakugo a nod to start the car and go back to his apartment.

Things will never be the same between the two of you, that's for sure. But you know what? It's exhilarating, and you couldn't wait to explore the unknown avenues of love with your best friend.

[nc0210]

🥵

[nc0210]

tell me why this random construction sticker looks like a chibi kacchan being naughty 💀🔥

[yennyinc]

Kacchaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan bakugo

[reichuus-deactivated20260126]

— on the rocks ✩ k.bakugo

Your week couldn’t get any worse. Between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. Thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. Everything’s fine...until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

content: 18+! fwb!bakugo x fem!reader ; early 20s, fluff & suggestive themes (subtle sexting). (wc: 2.6k)・ao3 version

note: an oldie from the peachsukii archive.

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed, that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them. Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification. 'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm — it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious notches of his toned abs, showing off the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex. Did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie...fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't. "No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you. Shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her ogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks back, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction

[katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off

[katsuki] i should've just asked instead

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me?

[katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head? You're debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody

[katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it

[you] oh?

[you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats

[katsuki] fuck off

[katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous

[you] yeah? feeling's mutual

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor. The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

[katsuki] where are you right now?

[you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror. If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck

[katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner

[katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster. Bakugo’s response is immediate.

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress

[you] would you believe me if I said they look better out of it?

That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it.

[katsuki] holy fuck

[katsuki] you alone?

[you] yeah, one person bathroom

Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all, you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent. And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta—"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response.

"Fuckin’...have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “Gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat. “Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away. “Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer. “Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

Mina gasps. “Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu—”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body, a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain, you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

[botanicsoul]

No More Pretending

Bakugou Katsuki (timeskip) X Reader

MDNI!!!!

-> Just a PSA I don’t condone cheating or being a homewrecker AT ALL— I just thought it was a good fic idea!

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You’ve known Mei since your second year of high school. She was the kind of girl who always knew how to get attention—loud laugh, glossy lips, a knack for slipping into the center of every photo. You were quieter, the grounding force to her drama. Somehow, that balance worked. She pulled you into parties you never would’ve gone to, and you helped her pass tests she barely studied for.

Over the years, Mei became more of a constant than a choice. You drifted into adulthood together, still calling each other best friends because that’s what you’d always been, even if sometimes the title felt heavy.

Mei loved beautiful things—beautiful clothes, beautiful places, beautiful people. And when she managed to snag the attention of Dynamight, Japan’s #5 pro hero, she treated it like her crown jewel. The victory she never let anyone forget. To her, dating Bakugou Katsuki was the achievement. Not because she loved him—you weren’t sure she was capable of loving anyone but herself—but because of what came with him: the cameras, the money, the envy. She flaunted him like a designer bag, showing him off at every opportunity. And you… played along. Because that’s what best friends did.

Even when she whispered in your ear about how “hard” he was to date. About his temper, his intensity, how demanding he could be….they had only been dating for 6-ish months but you always nodded, comforted, agreed when she complained.

⸻

Tonight the bar is crowded, warm with chatter and clinking glasses. Lights glitter off sequined dresses, laughter carries over the music, and Mei has positioned herself dead center at the counter, nursing a cocktail like it’s another microphone for her ego. She dragged you out tonight to ‘have fun’ and ‘get some dick’ but you wanted neither— And here you are sitting at the bar in your going out dress you only whip out from time to time listening to Mei complain…again.

“—and honestly? Dating a top pro hero is basically like winning the lottery. I don’t even have to love him, everyone else does it for me.” she says with a dramatic roll of her eyes, swiping her glossy hair over one shoulder. “He has the worst temper ever but it’s worth it I guess. We’ll probably get married soon. He’s sooo loaded, you wouldn’t believe the sport car he just bought.”

You swirl your drink around pausing for a few moments after her rant. “Then why stay if he’s so bad to date?”

Mei looks at you like you’re crazy before she starts laughing loud enough for nearby people to hear and glance over. “Are you fucking kidding me y/n? He’s Dynamight. Japan’s #5. The money, the attention, the free press—it’s like dating a brand. Plus…” she leans closer, smirking, “…the sex is good—so it’s enough to make it all tolerable. He is pretty rough in bed. Not exactly boyfriend material, but damn if it doesn’t scratch an itch.”

You stiffen, trying not to show the twist in your chest “…Right.”

Mei takes another sip from her glass, “Honestly, he should be grateful. I make him look good. I’m the one who knows how to smile for cameras. Without me, he’s just some angry guy who blows things up.”

You swirl your drink once more before taking another sip and forcing a polite hum of agreement. Mei doesn’t notice the way your smile falters—she never does. She just keeps going— you’ve learned the more she drink the bigger her ego gets. She continues to pile on details like she’s performing for an audience: the PR shoots, the designer gifts, the exclusive dinners where she gets photographed by paparazzi. But your attention drifts…across the room, Katsuki Bakugou leans against the far wall, talking with one of his hero buddies that agreed to go out to drink with him—You think it was an excuse to not be around Mei the whole night...His plan clearly worked. His posture is stiff, shoulders taut even in the middle of conversation. He doesn’t laugh at something kirishima says—he never does—but his lips twitch just slightly, like he almost could.

You really shouldn’t stare. Then he looks at you. It’s nothing—barely a second. His gaze cuts through the crowd, sharp and unmissable, catching you mid-sip. Your breath snags. His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes linger just long enough to feel like a burn. Then he looks away, tossing something curt to kirishima before taking a slow pull of his drink.

You force another hum acting like you’re listening as Mei word vomits, but your mind is elsewhere, your pulse betraying you. Because no matter how much Mei brags, you can’t stop replaying the weight of his gaze, the unspoken spark that flared in that single, stolen second.

⸻

Few hours later and a couple of more cocktails— Mei is giggling too loud, slurring half her words as you sling her arm over your shoulders. “God—sh’s’cute, right? My boyfriend… #5, baby. M’gonna marry ‘im, just you wait.” Her perfume is overwhelming, her heels dragging uselessly against the sidewalk.

You’re struggling to keep her upright when a low voice cuts through the night. “Tch. She’s a fuckin’ mess.” You glance up, heart skipping. Katsuki Bakugou stands just outside the bar’s entrance, hands shoved in his pockets, expression a mixture of annoyance and inevitability. His shirt sleeves are rolled to his elbows, collar slightly undone—like he’d tried to leave earlier but hadn’t quite made it.

“I’ve got her don’t worry,” you murmur quickly, though your knees are already buckling under Mei’s dead weight.

“Yeah, I can fuckin’ see that.” He strides over, pulling her from your hold with frustrating ease. Mei squeaks and melts against his chest, mumbling, “Katsukiiii~” before promptly dozing off.

“My god does she not know her own limits?,” he mutters, adjusting her so she doesn’t slip. “C’mon. My car’s around the corner.”

You blink. “Wait—you’re driving us? You don’t have to we can just take the bus —I thought you’d maybe want to stay here longer”

“Got a damn meeting at seven. Was gonna leave anyway— Plus what kind of boyfriend am I to leave her” His tone is sharp, but his jaw ticks, like he’s annoyed. “…Let’s just get her home before she pukes.”

⸻

His car is exactly what Mei bragged about—a sleek, black sports car that hums low and powerful as he starts it up. You slide into the passenger seat, Mei sprawled across the back like a ragdoll, mumbling nonsense into her clutch.

The ride starts in silence. Streetlights flash across Bakugou’s sharp profile, his hand loose on the wheel. You try not to notice the veins in his forearm, or how the car smells faintly like smoke and cedar.

Finally, he snorts. “All I saw her do was talk tonight and you sit there nodding your head—She never shuts the hell up, does she?”

You laugh before you can stop yourself, nerves spilling out. “You have no idea. I hear every detail.”

He glances at you, quick but sharp, like he’s trying to read something behind your words. You panic, covering it with humor: “At least she brags about the car accurately. It’s… nice.”

His mouth quirks, just barely. “Damn right it is.”

It shouldn’t be funny, but it is. The tension softens, and suddenly you’re both laughing quietly—stifled, almost conspiratorial. Mei snores from the back seat, completely oblivious. And for one fleeting moment, the car feels too small. Too intimate. Like if you reached out and touched his arm, he wouldn’t stop you. But you don’t. You just sit there, heart pounding, pretending it’s nothing.

⸻

By the time you reach the shared apartment, Mei is dead weight. You struggle to keep her upright and basically dragging her out the car, but Bakugou is already out of the car, grumbling as he circles around and scoops her into his arms like she weighs nothing.

“Got her,” he mutters, nudging the door open with his boot. You hurry ahead to unlock the apartment, pushing the door wide as he strides in, his shoulders filling the frame.

It feels strange—wrong, even—seeing him here. Katsuki Bakugou, stomping through your shared living room, carrying your best friend like she’s fragile porcelain when you know he could take down anything and everything in his way with ease.

He sets her down on her bed gently, tugging off her heels with a grumble when they nearly slide off anyway. She mumbles something unintelligible, face smashed into the pillow, already gone.

Bakugou straightens, rolling his shoulders. “She’s out cold.”

You stand in the doorway, watching her for a beat before sighing. “Thanks… I probably would’ve dropped her halfway up the stairs.”

He smirks faintly. “Yeah, no shit you’re weak.”

But there’s no bite in it. Just weary amusement. For a second, the two of you just stand there, Mei’s soft snores filling the room. Finally, he jerks his chin toward the hall. “Got whiskey in that kitchen?” You linger a second at Mei’s door, watching her sink deeper into the mattress, then glance back at Bakugou. He’s still standing there, broad shoulders filling the space, hands shoved into his pockets like he’s not sure whether to leave or stay.

“Uh… actually, we do,” you whisper, stepping towards the kitchen. “Why?”

He follows, slow, heavy footsteps against the wood floor. “Helps me sleep,” he mutters, voice low, gravelly with something almost tired. “Got that early meeting. If I go home wired, I’ll be up all fuckin’ night with my mind racing.”

You reach the fridge, grabbing the half-full bottle, setting two glasses down. “Guess it’s your lucky night, then,” you say, pouring him a drink. He takes the glass from your hand, fingers brushing yours in a spark you try to ignore. He downs half of it in one swallow, jaw flexing as he swirls the rest absently. His eyes stay on you as you fill your glass with cold water.

You cut the silent tension, “You think too much?” you tease lightly, a brow raised.

He smirks without humor. “Tch. All the fuckin’ time. Meetings. Patrol schedules. Training. PR crap. Always somethin’.” He downs a sip, amber liquid catching in the low kitchen light. “Sleep’s the only time I don’t gotta think.”

You lean against the counter opposite him, cradling your glass of water. “Sounds…lonely—stressful.”

His eyes flick up at that, sharp and searching, like you’ve said something you weren’t supposed to.

“You don’t get used to it?” you press, voice softer now. “The schedule. The pressure. The whole… world watching you?”

Bakugou clicks his tongue, staring into his drink. “No…You don’t get used to it. You just get better at pretendin’ you don’t give a shit.”

The honesty hits heavier than you expect. This isn’t the bragging Mei spills every night—he’s rich, he’s famous, he’s mine. This felt raw.

“I guess it’s easier when you’ve got someone at home,” you say carefully, not sure why the words even leave you. He snorts, setting his glass down. “Yeah, right. Someone who doesn’t give a damn unless the cameras are out? Real comforting.” His mouth twists, bitter. “She likes Dynamight. Not me.”

The words hang between you. They’re heavier than whiskey, heavier than Mei’s snores drifting down the hall.

You swallow, nerves prickling. “Then why stay?”

He looks at you then, really looks, like he could peel the answer straight out of you. His jaw flexes. “PR says it looks good. ‘Fan-favorite couple,’” he mutters, mockingly, air quoting. “She plays the part, so they eat it up. Less work for me she’s been getting my rates up the last few months.”

You hesitate, then whisper, “But you don’t like her.”

He leans closer across the counter, red eyes locked on yours. “What the fuck do you think?”

Your pulse skitters, heart pounding in your throat. The air is thick, dangerous, and you break it with the only thing you can think to do—you turn to the sink, filling your glass again. You should be cussing him out for talking about her like that. This is your best friend you should be defending her. You turn back around but your nerves betray you, and the cup slips from your hand—water spills everywhere.

“Shit!” you hiss, grabbing for a towel. But Bakugou’s already moving. He crouches beside you, his hand covering yours as he presses the cloth into the puddle. His heat crowds you, whiskey and smoke in the air, his voice low by your ear.

“Y’know what I think?” His head tilts, lips so close you can feel the brush of his breath. “I think you’ve been pretendin’ just as much as me.”

Your eyes snap to his, and the tension breaks—he kisses you, rough, hard, claiming, like he’s been holding it back for months.

The kiss is explosive, his mouth crashing against yours like a storm he’s been holding back. He tastes like whiskey and heat, all sharp edges and hunger, and when you gasp, he groans into you like he’s starving.

“Fuck…” he mutters against your lips, his hands already gripping your waist, tugging you flush against his chest. “Been wantin’ this… didn’t even realize how bad.”

Your mind spins, Mei sleeping just down the hall, but the thought is crushed when he lifts you—effortlessly—and sets you down on the cool kitchen counter. Your knees part for him instinctively, and Bakugou slides between them, pressing hard against your core. You whimper, hands fisting his shirt. “Katsuki—we can’t—”

“Shut up,” he growls, but there’s no cruelty in it—just desperation. His palm cups your jaw, his forehead pressing to yours. “Don’t fuckin’ say we can’t. You feel that? Tell me you don’t want it.”

Your hips rock against his, betraying you. His smirk is wicked, breath hot as he mutters, “Knew it.”

When his hand slips beneath your dress, dragging your panties aside, you bite your lip so hard you nearly draw blood. He strokes you with rough, calloused fingers, and your soft gasp nearly echoes.

Bakugou freezes, glaring at you with wild eyes. “Shhh.” His other hand covers your mouth, heavy and firm. “You wanna wake her up, princess? You wanna let Mei know how good I’m makin’ you feel?”You shake your head, eyes wide, moaning into his palm as he sinks two fingers inside you, curling just right. He watches your expression darken with need, his grin sharp.

“Figures. She doesn’t even fuckin’ listen when I tell her what I like. Too busy complainin’.” His lips drag along your throat, biting hard enough to mark. “But you… you’re fuckin’ dripping for me.”

The words alone make you clench around him, and he notices. His chuckle is pure filth. “Ohhh, you like that? You like me talkin’ about how much better you are than her?”

You whimper a “yes,” and that’s all it takes—he yanks his belt open, shoving his pants low enough to free himself. He’s big, hot, thick, and when he pushes into you, you nearly cry out.

Bakugou slaps his hand over your mouth again, growling into your ear, “Quiet. Don’t you fuckin’ ruin this.”

The stretch has your eyes rolling back, your nails digging into his shoulders. He buries himself to the hilt, holding there for a moment before pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in. The counter shakes with each thrust, your body arching into him helplessly.

“Fuck, you take me so good,” he groans, voice rough and raw. His lips brush your ear. “She can’t handle me like this. Always tellin’ me I’m too rough, too much. But you—shit—you’re made for it.”

Tears prick at your eyes from the overwhelming pressure, but you’re nodding, gasping into his hand, your body answering him with every thrust.His rhythm turns brutal, relentless, the counter creaking under you both. “Look at you. Keepin’ quiet for me. My good fuckin’ girl.”

Your release builds fast, impossible to fight. He feels it, smirking as his pace grows savage. “That’s it. Come on. Cream all over my cock while your best friend’s passed the fuck out in the next room. Gonna let her keep braggin’ about what’s mine?”

Your orgasm rips through you, white-hot, muffled screams spilling against his palm. The sensation drags him with you, his thrusts stuttering as he buries himself deep, groaning your name like a curse. When it’s over, the kitchen falls silent but for your panting. He finally pulls his hand from your mouth, dragging his thumb across your wet lips. His grin is wicked, hungry still.

“Guess we ain’t pretendin’ anymore, huh?”

⸻

The kitchen still smells like whiskey and sex, your legs trembling as you adjust your dress and try to catch your breath. Bakugou is already buckling his belt, wiping his hands casually on a paper towel like he didn’t just fuck you against the counter while your best friend slept a room away. You can’t even look at him. Shame burns under your skin, and the second you grab a rag to wipe at the water spill, he snatches it from your hand.

“Oi,” he mutters, voice still rough. “Don’t start that shit.”

You blink at him, startled. “What?”

“That look.” He wipes the counter lazily, jaw tight. “Don’t fuckin’ look like you regret it. ’Cause you don’t.” His eyes flick up to you, sharp and knowing. Your stomach twists, the memory making heat pool low in your belly all over again. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Bakugou tosses the rag in the sink, stepping close enough that his heat crowds you again. His hand snags your chin, tilting your face up so you can’t avoid him. His eyes are molten, dangerous, and so goddamn sure of himself.

“This isn’t over,” he growls, low and deliberate. “Not by a fuckin’ long shot. Don’t run from me, baby—you wanted this just as bad.” Your lips part, breath shaky, but before you can reply, he lets you go. He grabs his jacket off the back of a chair, throws it over his shoulder, and stalks toward the door without another word. You can’t deny it cause the second they started dating you wondered what it was like to get fucked by a strong hero like him. The click of the door shutting echoes in the silence. You’re left standing in the dim kitchen, heart pounding in your throat, his scent clinging to your skin.

After a long moment, you force yourself to move. Cleaning up the last of the water, putting the glasses in the sink, locking the door. Everything feels mechanical, like you’re trying to hold the pieces of yourself together. You pad down the hall toward your room, the apartment quiet but for your own unsteady breathing. As you pass Mei’s door, you pause. It’s cracked open, soft snores spilling out. You peek inside. She’s sprawled across the bed, one arm dangling, makeup smudged from the night out. Peaceful, completely unaware. Guilt rips through you like a knife. Your hand curls tight on the doorframe. You whisper to yourself, barely audible—

“…what the fuck did I just do?” But there’s no answer. Just Mei’s steady breathing, and the echo of Bakugou’s voice in your head. This isn’t over. You close her door gently, as if that might keep the secret locked inside with her, and slip into your own room—knowing you’ll never sleep the same again.

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[nc0210]

Just dropped Chapter 21 of Primal Instinct!

This one dives deep — first through Hibari’s eyes, then through Bakugou’s.

Two perspectives. Two edges.

One collision waiting to happen.

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[deeversuswords]

‧˚₊ Clarity

You realize you’re in love at the worst possible time: while Katsuki’s head is between your legs.

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contains: smut, friends with benefits to lovers, realization of feelings, oral (f. receiving), brief vag. fingering, vulnerability

You’d been oblivious to the gradual, subtle shift. Completely ignorant to the ease with which you both made time for each other in your busy schedules. No questions asked about why that was. Too fooled by how natural it was having him in between sweaty sheets, and around you, talking about random things or cooking late night dinners because your stomach protested after the last of your day’s stamina was drained by him.

You should’ve seen the change coming for your deal, made in the heat of a lonely moment when his eyes mirrored how touch starved you truly were. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be shell shocked, heart tripping in your chest as you stared at the moonlit ceiling of his bedroom, noting where the light was the brightest, while his head was between your legs, his tongue lapping hungrily at your cunt.

His fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, keeping them locked around his head, but unlike the other times, their grip bordered on pain. As if his hunger came with a different kind of craving—to leave prints of himself on your skin. Katsuki groaned when he plunged that skilled tongue into you to taste your endless desire in full, and your walls clenched around the wet muscle, the rumbly sound traversing through your whole body.

One more time, as your voice sang for him in whines and moans of his name.

Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki.

You couldn’t control it. He was an expert thief.

“Think I’m gonna do this the whole night,” he spoke into your wetness, then put his lips to your neglected clit and suckled. Your back arched off the bed, your hold on the sheets faltered. A shaky gasp was robbed from your lungs.

Hot flashes seared your veins. Your orgasm built and built, but you didn’t want it. You were suddenly scared to have it. Strange pressure crescendoed deep within your heart too, creeping inside your brain. Its chemistry might just be altered if you allowed yourself to reach the peak.

You pawed at his strained biceps, tugged, scratched. He didn’t budge, growling instead and upping his game. His mouth worshiped your pulsing clit, while two of his thick fingers pushed inside, giving your pussy something to latch on.

“Katsuki,” you whined and tried to wiggle your hips away, but his mouth gave chase. “Stop. Stop, p-please.”

He froze on your broken please and withdrew, half of his face shiny with your arousal, lips puffy and reddish from the enthusiastic efforts he had put in, only for them to be denied the grand reward. Gazes collided, and your body’s temperature climbed by a few degrees, beading more sweat on your brow, nape, chest. His own burned with the same intensity you were used to, though the newfound clarity let you see, really see, what else simmered in those pools of fiery red. 

You were reminded of the beginnings.

Of that first night when clothes had hit the carpeted floor of the love hotel room he booked after the agreement rang awkwardly loud. There was something undeniably distant in the way he gazed at you, something impersonal. In his eyes, then, you were the means to his pleasure. So was he, in yours.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion, or perhaps worry. His thumb started to rub soothing circles into your skin as his other hand moved to wipe at his mouth. Messy eater.

Everything was. Now, his eyes were unguarded, inviting you to dive right in and get a mouthful of their timid adoration. 

Lust gave way to a crossroad. One path demanded you turn a blind eye and maintain the obliviousness. Satisfy the ache and walk away, you heard temptation whisper. The other offered you the chance to belong, asking you for the courage to bare the last thing still wrapped up in loosening layers—your heart.

“I—” You tried, but the words lodged in your throat.

Panic flickered across his face. His hands left your legs to press against the bed. Katsuki sat back on his hunches, cock hard, flushed tip kissed by the silvery light the moon poured into the room. Once more, memories scraped at your consciousness.

The translucent droplet dribbling down his length, responsible for the wet spot on the sheets where he lay, needed coaxing before by your mouth or hand. Not anymore. It seemed to cease serving as proof of the transactional give-and-take and began to feel like a betrayal of his own heart.

Tension pulled tight in the air smelling of sex and him.

You filled your lungs with it before your mouth expelled that singular breath in one harsh huff.

“I need you inside me,” you told him in a clear voice, surprising yourself. “Now.”

If you were wrong, you’d know, and it’d hurt, crush your heart. Maybe tears would even streak your feverish cheeks, making you look like a fool, but at least you tried.

How were you supposed to pretend the weight on your chest wasn’t from wanting who Katsuki was when he was honest?

You wanted his touches to never hesitate again. You wanted his kisses to be authentic to what he felt, no longer changing rhythm to match the pretense. You wanted his stories, and late night meals, and for his eyes to never leave yours when he realized they’d been connected for far longer than was appropriate for two people who claimed to simply fuck.

His frown deepened, but he moved regardless, climbing up your body until he was nose to nose with you, his cock pressed hotly to your slit. You felt it twitch, felt its slickness mixing with your own. Your heart accelerated, and you struggled to hold a coherent string of thoughts, but found an anchor within his softening gaze.

“Put me in,” he muttered, then kissed the corner of your mouth. “Wrap your hand around my cock and show it where it belongs.” His nose traced the length of your jaw, stopping under your ear. “Need you to.”

The novelty of his request had your hand shake as you reached between your bodies. Nervously, your fingertips grazed him, and he hissed, hiding his face in your neck, blowing ragged breath after ragged breath onto your anxious pulse. A preview of the pleasure you found only with him washed over your nerves when you guided him to your entrance and moved your hips to take in the first heavenly inch.

You let out a gasped moan that sounded like a wordless plea, and were granted one of his throaty ones. Gifted, if you were to be honest, because Katsuki’s range of vocal expression in bed usually oscillated between grunts, groans, growls, and spoken filth. Rarely were they strained moans. Even rarer, the deep, instinctual ones.

He raised his upper body, bracing his forearm beside your head, while the other slipped under your hips, raising them for a better angle. And you stared at him, through heavy-lidded lashes, in awe of the consequences of this raw, scary vulnerability transpiring between you.

Like your heart, Katsuki’s many layers unraveled before your eyes.

“It’s over,” he rasped, and forbade you from questioning the finality of his words by snapping his hips forward. “Ain’t gonna let you go anymore. I’m keepin’ you.”

Legs, arms, you wrapped them around him. “I’m yours.”

“Yeah, you are. Finally, you fuckin’ are.”

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✨ Chapter 20 of Primal Instinct is officially live! ✨

Surprise — another update already.

After the long block on Chapter 19, momentum carried straight into this one.

A week of pressure, growth, and change pushes Hibari to a breaking point — but what waits on the other side?

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[nc0210]

After a long wait — Chapter 19 of Primal Instinct is finally out.

Bakugou gets the humbling he’s been asking for.

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