sub!katsuki
━ ⟢ (18+) characters aged up ! pro hero au / established relationship (marriage mentioned), overstim, 'mommy' & 'ma' used, intercourse (p in v), part 1: here
your poor husband had been bedbound for hours, his deep crimson eyes sparkling with the tears that flooded his lash line. katsuki's usual insolent language had been replaced by pathetic whines, each mewl slowly pouring from his lips like raw honey.
you've made him cum— well you actually lost track of how many times the beefy hero has orgasmed in front of you. the first few times you worked him with your fist, a mix of spit and pre creating sweet schlick sounds that vibrated against his leaky cock.
changing positions had him now laying on his back, bulky legs spread so you can continue playing with his sensitive dick. bakugo's thighs and abs were sticky in his release, t-shirt soaked and discarded as his messy shaft was overworked with everything you put him through.
after making the toned man's face flush a bright rose to match the shade of his corpulent tip, you decided it was time you received some much needed attention.
you swiftly bend down to place a delicate kiss to the head of his thick length making the muscular hero shudder as your tongue peeked out to lick his slit— remnants of his salty climax infiltrating your taste buds.
the blond struggles to speak when you start to stroke his cock back to life again, coarse vocal cords grunting out remnants of typically assertive words.
"s'too much" he groans out, scarlet eyes snapping shut with the overstimulating contact. "too much—please"
ignoring his uncharacteristic pleas you continue to stroke his pretty, overworked shaft. when his chub builds up again you raise your hips over his, welcoming his bullied tip to your gummy entrance.
"i helped you feel so good baby, don't you want to help mommy feel good?"
the man unwittingly ruts his hips up hearing your voice— that name, his calloused hands magnetizing to the dough of your thighs.
your husband nodded his head along with your words, absentmindedly asking you to use him for your own pleasure. his abused cock was practically shooting blanks.
"c'mon dynamight, use your words"
hearing his hero name flow from your plush lips like a siren song turned the poor man's brain into mush.
"wan' you to feel good— use me ma"
katsuki slurs out, his mind too far intoxicated with all the pleasure.
without giving the brash man a second to breathe you drop down on his dick, fully encapsulating his length from tip to base.
the overstimulated pro rolls his eyes back at the sensation, his mouth falling agape with how tightly you sucked him into your warm embrace.
"fuckin—hah"
katsuki bit into his lip hard, muffling the unrestrained moans that spilled from his sore throat. the belligerent man couldn't muster up any confidence if he tried, let alone his usual impudent bravado.
his scarred palms dig into your hips for stability as you slowly start to ride him, building up a repetitive pace against his slack body. bakugo's physique rebelled him, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth as uncontrollable whines scarcely stifled from his weary vocal cords.
Very short and quickly written thought i had when i saw the "guess who i found on tinder" trend on TikTok :))
"oh my god katsuki, guess who i just found on tinder.."
"who?" Katsuki asked, turning to face you momentarily as he quickly focused back on his paperwork.
"IZUKU."
That must've been the most hilarious thing you ever worded out in your entire relationship, because katsuki snorted, holding back a storm of laughter to respond.
"that damn nerd can't even look a girl in the eyes, he's wasting his useless time on ti-"
And that's when it hit him.
He paused, looking at his paperwork as his mind went blank.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ON TINDER?!"
He stormed over as you giggled, turning your phone for him to see that tinder was in fact, not on your phone.
"it's a prank baby."
".. don't fuckin' do that shit again woman." He kissed your cheek, going back to his work with a grumble.
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. isn't stupid. Far from it, actually. He knows exactly what you're doing.
“I like blonde guys.” "Scars aren't a bad thing! I think they make people super hot!" "He's got a nice pair of arms on him, that's for sure."
But it keeps his head big. Keeps his hero ego as big as it is, if not bigger. So the pro hero pretends not to hear it. But he does. Every word, every giggle, and all the fawning between you and your coworkers right outside his office.
"And I love his wings~"
And when you say shit like that, Bakugou knows that you're not stupid either.
He whips around, and you're already staring at him. You're grinning. Letting him know that he stumbled (or did he just walk?) right into your trap. He stomps right up to your desk and drops a heavy hand on the surface. You don't even flinch. You just blink up innocently at him.
"Last time I checked," he grumbles, "I don't have any damn wings."
"Of course you don't." You reply, way too sweet, "I was talking about Hawks."
His jaw clicks. "Stop talking about Hawks and--"
You lean forward and bat your lashes. And if you calling him out didn't do him in, that did. "Talk about you instead?"
synopsis - Katsuki is fed up with coming home to a worn out wife and screaming children for the third time this week.
warning - cussing (it's bakugou :| ), reader is a stay at home mom, mentions of reader wanting to be a mom. not proofread wc - 1.7k
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katsuki can hear you yelling before he even gets his key in the door.
it's not the good kind of yelling either. it's the kind that vibrates in his skull and makes him pause on the doorstep with a tired blink, already bracing for impact. patrol ran long and his gear smells like smoke. all he wants is dinner and five minutes with his wife pressed against his chest before the kids jump him like feral gremlins.
but today? definitely not happening.
he steps inside and the first thing he sees is his oldest, katsuro (10), sprinting down the hall with that guilty little scrunch in his face that means he absolutely did something he should not have done. behind him one of the twins, sukimi (8), is standing on a chair with a marker, proudly adding what looks like a moustache to a framed wedding photo. her other half, reiki (8), sits in the middle of the floor covered in who knows what and pulling the fibers from your very nice rug.
and in the kitchen, his wife’s voice rings out, sharp with the kind of frustration that makes his shoulders tense.
so he sighs, loud and annoyed, tossing his keys into the dish by the door.
great, he thinks to himself. the damn brats pissed off their mom for the third time this week. which means she’s pissed at me. which means my night is already ruined.
he rolls his neck like he’s preparing for battle.
because if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou knows for sure, it’s that when his kids make their mother mad, he’s the one who always ends up paying for it.
you'd made the decision to cut back from hero work when you found out you were pregnant with katsuro. katsuki made sure to let you know that you didn't have to retire. that you had options.
but you'd wanted to be able to be there with katsuro. you didn't want to miss anything, you'd said to him.
katsuki can tell from the way that you cradle your head that the brats had already given you a headache. it was intense enough that you hadn't heard him enter the door nor move through the house. You didn't look up until katsuro yelled out 'daddy!' before promptly crashing face first into katsuki's aching legs.
katsuki grunts at the impact, jaw tight, but he still bends down and scoops the kid up because he remembers that stupid line from one of those parenting books he bought. something about how affection should never be withheld as punishment, even when your kid is being a menace. so he hugs katsuro back, one firm arm around his back, the other hand patting a few times.
his voice stays low and stern when he mutters that they are in so much trouble, but he still keeps katsuro tucked against his chest, because softness is a choice he has to make on purpose and he refuses to fail at the one thing he never had growing up.
when he finally sets katsuro back onto the ground, the house has gone silent and tense.
all three bakugou children know that when their father is upset, he means business.
the brats listened to you well enough about ninety percent of the time, something that katsuki was grateful for. but that other ten percent: it was like they remembered they outnumbered you and went from being mommy's little angels to katsuki's little band of demons.
"oi!" katsuki lets out a sharp whistle and points to the ground in front of him. just like they were taught, all three children line up in front of katsuki like his home is bootcamp and he's the drill sergeant.
"why is this the third day in a row that i've come home to your mother's own personal hell?" none of the children speak as they guiltily side eye where you are now standing in the kitchen with your arms crossed. your face is twisted into a scowl that katsuki wasn't even aware you could manage which makes him all the more irritated at his hell spawn.
"i know that none of you are deaf?!" his voice is a little louder this time. katsuki tries his best not to yell at the children when possible but his temper is getting the best of him after three straight nights of this.
when his questions are met with continued silence, katsuki feels his frustration boil over.
"tch, fine. all three of you are grounded."
right on cue, three tiny voices ring out with complaints.
"daddy! that's not fair!!" reiki whines, twisting side to side on her feet. katsuki watches in annoyance as whatever is caked onto her dress flies off with the motion, landing with obscene smattering sounds all over katsuki's once clean diving room floor.
“fair?” katsuki grinds out, the word sharp enough to cut the whining right out of the air. “you think it’s fair that your mom’s been dealing with three days of nonstop chaos, huh? or that all daddy wants is to come home and eat dinner with his family, but instead i gotta walk in the door and start grounding every single one of you?”
the three of them freeze. katsuro’s lip wobbles, sukimi clutches that marker a little tighter, and reiki stops moving completely.
katsuki huffs out a breath, annoyed but glancing over at you with that little tight pull in his brow. the one he gets when he’s worried about you more than anything else. he takes in the way you’re rubbing at your temple, the way your shoulders slump like you’re finally out of patience, and something quietly protective settles in his chest.
he drops into a crouch to address the kids on their level. he needs them to understand why this is wrong.
“oi. front and center,” he says, motioning the kids forward.
they shuffle closer, katsuro taking the front while the twins hover behind him. they look like they’re reporting for duty, looking guilty as hell.
“so,” katsuki mutters, arms twitching, “which one of you geniuses decided to give your mom hell today? again.”
silence. three kids staring at their feet.
katsuki clicks his tongue. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”
he lets the quiet hang there, then nods toward you, his voice lowering just a little. “your mom does everything for you three. she busts her ass all day makin sure you’re fed and safe and happy,” he narrows his eyes. “and this is how you treat her?”
all three kids flinch.
“you think i wanna come home and see her rubbin her head like that?” he adds, softer but somehow scarier. “you think i like watchin her worn down because you can’t listen for five damn minutes?”
katsuro sniffles. “i… i said sorry…”
katsuki cards a large hand through his hair, frustrated. “you didn’t say it to her. none of you did. and sorry’s pointless if you don’t mean it.”
three tiny heads dip lower.
“so here’s what’s gonna happen,” katsuki says firm, but not cruel. “you’re all apologizing. properly. and then you’re cleanin up every single mess you made today. and when i get home tomorrow, i better not hear your mom sigh like that again.”
the twins mumble soft “yes, daddy”s. katsuro echoes them, small and shaky.
katsuki lets out a long exhale then reaches out, ruffling katsuro’s hair, brushing reiki’s cheek with the side of his knuckles and tapping sukimi’s shoulder. stern still, but gentler at the edges. the way he always is when he’s thinking about how much he loves you and how much he wants the kids to treat you right.
“good,” he mumbles. he stands up, walking over to guide you to the children with a warm hand on your back.
they snap straight, the world’s saddest little line-up, while katsuki glances at you again. he sees your tired eyes, your slumped shoulders, and his jaw tightens with a different kind of determination.
he rolls his neck like he’s getting ready for round two.
for you, he’ll handle it. every damn bit of it.
katsuro swallows hard, voice barely above a whisper. “i… i’m sorry, mommy. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”
reiki fidgets with the hem of her dress before finally blurting out, “i’m sorry, mommy… for the mess. i won’t do it again.”
sukimi shifts from foot to foot, eyes downcast, voice tiny. “me too… sorry, mommy. we didn’t listen.”
katsuki watches your eyes soften at the small apologies from your babies. it's always been hard for you to stay mad at them, which has made katsuki the natural source of discipline. he doesn't mind though, he'll do anything he can to make your life easier.
once the kids have reluctantly scrubbed their mess, dinner has been eaten, and everyone has bathed, katsuki stays close, keeping a watchful eye on the three little gremlins until they’re finally tucked into bed. the house sighs with quiet once the last giggle fades, the soft click of the bedroom door marking the end of another chaotic day.
katsuki leans against the doorway of the now-still living room, shoulders hunched, rubbing the back of his neck. you cross the room and drop onto the couch beside him. the quiet between you two suddenly heavier than any yelling had been.
“you okay?” you murmur, fingers brushing his arm.
he glances down at you, eyes softening in that way that even the kids never see. “yeah,” he admits, voice low. “just… tired of seein' you handle all that alone.”
you reach up, tugging him down until his forehead rests against yours. “we handle it together,” you whisper, letting the tension of the day melt against the warmth of each other.
even though your kids can be pretty rough sometimes and damn expensive, katsuki wouldn't trade this for the world.
there isn't a damn thing he would rather have than shared smiles with you in the peaceful hum of the little family you've given him.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you and your ex-boyfriend katsuki bakugou can't seem to resist each other no matter what. even if you're only supposed to be friendly at the class reunion party.
starring: pro hero! katsuki bakugou x ex-girlfriend! reader ⍣ ೋ
disclaimers!: mentions of handjobs and oral sex in 3rd year at ua, oral sex (f! receiving), tits fixation, penetrative / p in v sex, car sex / semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie 🤭
note: spoilers for chapter 431 (a little different in some parts), usage of "brat", "honey", "sweets", "woman", fem reader, mentions of izuocha, second chance romance trope, porn with plot, microscopic angst, credits to gsony for center pic in my banner, i love them sm^^hope i did our husband justice 💜💜
╰┈➤ ❝ [why is he here?] you murmur quietly, discreetly watching katsuki from a distance, seeing him quiet and grumpy, drinking with a few of his friends alongside izuku.
ochako raises an eyebrow with a grin, clearly amused at your turmoil with the pro hero. she nudges your arm, looking at you from the side. "he's a part of the class too, y'know."
"i know that," you huff, sighing as you land your drink down the table, glancing back at him before looking back at ochako with a frown. "just.. its hard."
of course it was hard to see great explosion murder god dynamight. your ex-boyfriend, no matter how hot he looks in his usual black attire, his big biceps straining against the material, his post-war scars framing his muscular, gorgeous physique.
even before the war, you and katsuki were a great couple, despite your constant bickering and petty arguments. it just led up to increasing sexual tension and great makeout sessions. maybe got handsy a few times and did.. oral stuff in your 3rd year together but no more than that.
it all just came crumbling down after graduation, when you two gradually spent less time together as work kept both of you away from each other. you both ended it on good terms only after a year of being pro-heroes, but that doesn't stop you from missing him. from wanting him, needing him.
katsuki felt the exact same way. even if he was nonchalant about it now, he was barely holding himself back from dragging you away from this party and kissing your face off until he made up with the time both of you spent away from each other. which, to him, seemed like forever.
throughout the years, the two of you did see each other frequently during patrols and in joint-cases, made appropriate civilized small talk, but never ever talked about getting back together. it wasn't that both of you didn't want to: it just wasn't the perfect time. unlike this setting, where the two of you could talk properly.
ochako sighs softly, a small sympathetic smile on her face. "he's just a man, sweetie. after this, you'll barely see him again."
you bite you bottom lip and nod, tugging on the skin. you knew she made a good point, its just.. well, it doesn't change the fact that katsuki's in near proximity.
you sigh, smiling softly at her. "yeah, i know," you grin, nudging her arm, gesturing your head to izuku. "enough about me, though. what about you and midoriya, huh?"
ochako widens her eyes a little at the mention of her old highschool crush, shakes her head profusely, clearly flustered as vibrant pink tinting her cheeks. "i-i haven't even talked to deku in awhile! its been so long ago.."
you scoff and roll your eyes, grab her shoulder, and shake them a little. "well, change that. c'mon, i saw him looking at you anyway. maybe the same way he did todoroki but at least he looked at you. that counts for something."
you could still see the reluctance in her eyes to go so you shake her arm again in encouragement. "gooo, i'll be here, drinking my problems away, rooting for you."
ochako shakes her head at you with a soft grin, clearly wanting to but shyness was holding her back.
"i suppose a hello wouldn't hurt," her grin widens, pressing her cheek against yours, mumbling a soft thank you. "wish me luck."
you wave at ochako, mouthing to her good luck, as she approaches izuku, watching their cute interaction from afar. they wave at each other like the young, shy high-schoolers they once were, chatting and laughing softly over something trivial. izuku then offers her to sit beside him.
izuku eyes katsuki with a grin, gesturing his head to leave. katsuki rolls his eyes, but stands up, giving his seat to ochako. like the little bitch fate is, katsuki approaches ochako's empty seat beside you, looking at you with a small grin.
"oh, you sly fucker," your eye twitches. you didn't know who to be mad at, izuku or his insufferable best friend, but you could see ochako looking at you in worry, mouthing a quick sorry before getting enveloped by izuku's conversation again.
you sigh, shaking your head. on the bright side, whats the worst that can happen?
you give katsuki a soft smile, waving weakly at him. your hand feels stiff from how nervous you are, shaking it under the table to shake off the nerves. "hi."
katsuki raises an amused eyebrow at you, wearing his signature snarky smirk. he nods, settling down in ochako's empty seat. "hey, brat."
as you sat next to him, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. a pang of nostalgia, a flutter in your chest at the sight of him, and a hint of sadness at the memory of what could have been.
you took in his spicy cinnamon scent with smoky notes that you missed so much, the way his blonde hair was messily fixed, and his sardonic grin. it was hard to ignore the spark of longing, repeatedly chanting in your head that he was your ex for reason.
katsuki glanced over at you, eyes meeting for a brief moment. his crimson eyes catch the light of the room, making them glow like bloodstone. it made your stomach do backflips, forcing yourself to breathe.
”i’m surprised you actually came,” he says, his voice low and casual.
when he spoke again, the sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. it was the same voice that had whispered sweet nothings in your ear, the same voice that had laughed at your stupid, corny jokes, the same voice you had fallen asleep listening to on countless nights in the past.
you felt your palms begin to sweat but couldn't help but be a little pissed. it reminded you of what you said to ochako earlier, but still. "why wouldn't i? i'm in the class as much as you, aren't i?"
"don’t be a smartass,” he takes a sip of his drink, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. your eyes followed the movement, a wave of memories hitting like a tidal wave.
other classmates fanned out of the room as the night goes on, but katsuki took advantage of this, seperating you from them, keeping you all to himself.
he turned to face you fully, your knees touching with his for a moment as he shifted in his seat. the sudden contact made you inhale sharply, trying your best to keep your expression neutral.
"you look good," he said quietly, eyeing you up and down slowly, his gaze lingering on parts of your body that he clearly remembered well.
the warmth in your cheeks grew a little, clearing your throat, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "thanks. wish i could say the same for you."
he raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "is that how it’s going to be?”
"well, you look like you need a shave," you lied. he didn't.
"oh? i thought you liked it when i was a little scruffy, sweets," you absolutely fucking did. there was nothing you wanted more than to lean in and feel the stubble on his jaw, to remember the roughness of his cheeks while you made out him. while he spoils your neck with hickies. while his head is in between your thighs, kissing your clit-
"that was years ago," you avert your gaze from him, unable to look at him any longer without crumbling. why was he so fucking attractive? it's been seven goddamn years. don't ex-boyfriends get ugly after a break-up?
"why do i get the feelin' you've missed it, hm?"
"i don't. you're delusional."
"you're a real terrible liar, brat."
"lying about you being delusional?"
"lying about you not missin' this. missin' me," he reached out to you, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. his touch was gentle as his knuckles grazed your cheek briefly. fuck.
"i don't.. i don't miss this. i don't miss you," you chew on the inside of your cheeks, trying to hold on to any semblance of composure you had. all the dignity you had was telling you to pull away but did you listen? fuck no.
"you're not very good at hidin' how much you want someone, sweets."
"quit it, katsuki. i said i don't."
"oh, that's real fuckin' funny. but i'll be clear," he chuckles deeply, a slow victorious smile on his face. you're starting to crack.
his hand slowly sliding towards your thigh, hidden from anyone else's view under the table. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. his closeness was already making it harder to think, the sensation of his touch only weakening your resistance.
"i'm done pretendin' i don't want you. so, honey, cut it out, because we both know you want me too."
your gaze widened, quickly biting down on your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from saying anything stupid.
luckily, before you could even respond, the very man who put you in this situation, izuku approached with kirishima in tow.
"hey kacchan, would it be okay if we leave now? i have an early class tomorrow," izuku asks, not a care in the world that he interrupted something between you two.
katsuki was staring daggers at him though, because he had to pull his hand away from your plush thigh.
"yeah, i gotta hit the sack too, man," kirishima rubs the back of his neck, who knows hes interrupting something between the two of you but doesn't say anything about it.
but.. that doesn't mean he doesn't want to fuck around a little. kirishima looks at you with a friendly grin. "hey, wanna come with?"
you panic a little. another chance for katsuki to wreck your defenses? could you handle that?
"nah, i'd rather not disturb, i'll just wait for a cab-"
"the fuck you're not. you're not takin' a cab, brat. i'm drivin' you home," katsuki spat, his tone leaving no room for argument.
the ride home was pleasantly quiet in a way that wasn't uncomfortable. the atmosphere was a bit tense, but it was manageable.
you found yourself in the passenger seat of his black porsche 911 gt3 rs, not because you wanted to, but because according to katsuki:
"you better sit your ass down here or i swear to god, woman, i'll pin you down this chair myself."
so, it left izuku and kirishima in the backseat that seemed to drown them (comfortably). you didn't utter a single word during the drive, merely listening to their conversation, occasionally cracking a small smile and chuckling at their banter.
the silence thickened again when katsuki dropped kirishima and izuku off, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet car.
okay, you needed a game plan. keep quiet, do not give in, and do not fuck him-
"i missed you, y'know," he murmurs, his eyes still focused on the road.
his words caught you off guard, startled you. you missed him too. so fucking much. but the words got stuck in your throat, pride and fear holding you back. you try to keep your emotions in check, keeping quiet and not giving in according to your game plan-
"too fuckin' much. pisses me off. started to bother kirishima too," he lets out a frustrated sigh, his grip on the steering wheel tightening a little, his knuckles turning white. "plagues the shit out of me. that i think about you almost everyday at the most random fuckin' times, its terrifying."
he glances at you briefly, sighing before focusing his eyes back on to the road, running his free hand through his blond hair. "honey, talk to me."
"...what do you want me to say, katsuki?"
"just.. tell me what you're thinkin', okay? what you're feelin'. the fuckin' truth, goddamn it, don't shut me out."
fucking hell. it was just so easy to give in to your feelings, to tell him how much you missed him. how much you wanted to be with him again. but you were afraid — afraid of having to start the healing process all over again.
but.. that didn't stop you from bearing your heart out.
"you want the truth?" you turn your head to face him. "fine."
"it haunts me that you're the first thing i think of whenever i'm overjoyed with something or whenever i have a bad day. that whenever my friends ask if we could eat something spicy, i think of you. can't tell you the multiple times i had to hold myself back from hitting the send button to your old number."
"i missed you too, katsuki. more than i thought. hell, more than i should. you never left my mind, no matter how many times i tried to tell myself that you did."
katsuki remained silent for a while, his mind obviously occupied with your confession as he watched the road. it made you panic a little. was it too much?
but then, without warning, he makes a quick turn, swerving off the main road and into a nearby parking lot like his life depended on it.
it catches you off guard as the car suddenly lunges forward, making you hold on to the side of the car door. he parks the car in a secluded corner, away from any prying eyes.
"what are you doing?" you asked, still taken aback from what happened as you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt.
"what does it look like i'm doing?" his eyebrow arched, as if the answer should be obvious.
without waiting for a response, he reclines your seat for more space. he unbuckles your seatbelt before climbing over, hovering over you. "gonna get what i fuckin' want. and right now, sweets, that's you."
you swallowed hard, his words and closeness sending a shiver down your spine. you could feel yourself getting hotter with every second that passed, your body aching for his touch.
but you were still reluctant. even with your thighs clenched together, your core felt like a pool of hot, wet need. and he could tell.
katsuki's frustration was evident. he lets out a deep sigh, leaning his head against your neck, inhaling your scent, barely trying to hold himself back from doing anything drastic.
"honey.. come back to me. please."
his voice was thick with pathetic need, a raw desperate desire for you burning in him.
fuck.
you know you should put up a fight, should try and resist him. but your body was aching for him.
and you really, really, couldn't fucking care less.
the moment your palms caress his cheeks, katsuki's eyes flutter shut, and he leans into your touch, sighing. you can feel him shiver under your fingertips, his body burning with longing. as your eyes meet his, a flash of raw desire flickers across his face.
and then, it's as if a dam breaks.
he leans in, his lips crashing into yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. his mouth is hot and eager against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips in a possessive, needy gesture.
katsuki's hands find your waist, strong and sure, pulling you closer as if the space between you is unbearable. you could feel his dick pressed up in between your legs, almost trembling with the intensity of his need.
your fingers slide up into his hair, tangling in the soft, unruly strands as you deepen the kiss. he groans against your mouth, the sound low and guttural, sending a shiver down your spine. his lips move against yours like he’s trying to memorize every curve, every taste.
when he pulls back, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, his breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with your own. his crimson eyes, half-lidded and heavy with desire, bore into yours.
“don’t think for a second that im done with you,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. “you're not gettin' outta here until i've had my fill of you, sweets."
he grins, chuckling darkly. "or should i say.. until i've filled you up."
when he grinds his hips harder against yours, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. the feeling of his dick pressing against you makes your head spin, desire pooling in your wet cunny. fuck, was he always that big?
"oh, fuck," he inhales, almost hissing. "you feel that, sweets? hm? feel how hard my dick is, just for you?"
your bit you bottom lip, your head nodding slightly in response. your breath hitches when his hand reaches for in between your legs, inching up your skirt, rubbing his thumb against your damp panties.
"look at you, already such a fuckin' wet mess," he coos, a predatory grin on his face, glancing between your clothed, wet cunt and your flushed look. "haven't even started yet. you that eager for me, sweets?"
"stop being such a fucking tease and just.." your cheeks burn, embarassed, turning your head to the side. "fuck me."
"oh, i plan to sweets, don't worry," his voice low and sultry, tugging on the elastic of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. "wanna taste you first. haven't tasted this sweet fuckin' pussy in a long, long time."
"katsuki.. what if someone sees us?"
"honey.. i don't fuckin' care."
katsuki had brought you to the backseat of his car, stripped you off your skirt and panties and had your legs spread out like he needed to taste you or he'd die.
katsuki flicked his tongue at your clit, licking up your sweet, wet slick, feeling you squirm and mewl from under him. your legs were practically begging to be close shut, but he forced your legs open with his big, strong arms, both of his hands holding either side of your thighs.
"fuck, sweets, you taste so good," he groans against your folds, the intoxicating scent of your sweet cunt flooding his thoughts. "so fuckin' wet.."
you could hear the squelching sound of his tongue lap at your pussy, the lewd sound of his saliva and your slick turning you on. you took off your top and unhooked your bra, tossing it somewhere in the car. you played with your tits, pinching your nipples as you watched him ate your pussy like it was his last, delicious meal on earth.
"katsuki," you mewled, breath hitching as he fucks you with his skilled tongue.
"what, too much?" katsuki rasped, enjoying how you responded to his touch.
you nodded, already seeing stars.
he grunts, biting your inner thigh before chasing your orgasm again. "fuck that. missed this tight wet pussy of yours too much. can't believe you kept this sweet thing from me for so long..."
"katsuki," you moan his name, you grip on a handful of his hair, embarassed, almost going cross-eyed. he was eager to give you his all, it was slightly overwhelming. but you needed him. "too much, too much..."
"take it all for me, yeah, sweets?" katsuki grunts, raising the pace of his tongue, earning whimpering noises from you. "i know you can, c'mon. makin' my dick so fuckin' hard just watchin' you, holy shit.."
katsuki continues his delirious advance on your cunt, his perverted appetite for you making him so fucking horny. his cock twitches in his pants from the arousing act, throbbing from all the gluttony he was feeling. he couldn't get enough of it. he acted like a man starved and he needed all of you to quench his craving.
not that he'd ever stop craving you.
"katsuki, 'm about to-" you wail about your climax. your walls tighten around his tongue, your hips squirming from under him. you push your cunt against his face, wanting more friction.
"cum for me, sweets, c'mon," he continued to lap at your wet, sloppy mess. "need to taste you so fuckin' bad."
"fuck, fuck!" you squeal, moaning loudly as you painted his tongue white, shattered breathing as your chest heaved up and down.
katsuki doesn't waste another second, burying his face in between your legs as he glides his tongue across your pussy at a quick pace, savoring it all and riding out your orgasm. your legs shake from the overstimulation he was doing, whimpering from the way his tongue feels. he looks at you greedily, his cock agitated as his carnal desire to fuck you until your legs shaking burns more in him.
"'m so proud of you, sweets. c'mere, come gimme a kiss," he moves closer to you, his touch gentle and affectionate as he caresses your cheek before pressing his lips against yours in a kiss. you could almost taste yourself on his tongue.
his kisses are slow and gentle, his fingers find your nipples, pinching them as your fingers find their way into his hair.
he pulls away from you, panting and sweating, quickly stripping himself of his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the car.
he tugs his boxers down and pulls his cock out, already dripping with pre-cum before pulling you back in for a sloppy, desperate kiss. fuck, you don't remember it being that big.
you could feel his erection, his cock cushioning your wet cunt, his throbbing tip kissing your stimulated clit, just begging to be inside of you.
"you ready for me, right, sweets?" he murmurs, in between your tongues clashing together, waiting for your nod. he dips a finger inside you, making you moan. "look at this fuckin' pussy, could just slip in and bury my dick deep inside of you..."
"please," you plead, your voice soft and trembling, a pout tugging at your lips. you're needy and desperate, the words spilling out in a breathy whine. "i need you... so bad."
"god, you're killin' me here sweets," he took a deep breath, panting for air. "you sure?"
you took a shaky breath, your eyes meeting his. "yes. please... i want this, i want you."
your words broke the last thread of his restraint. in an instant, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto yours with unrelenting intensity. as if you were his only source of salvation.
katsuki's hands found your waist as he grips on you firmly, guiding you onto his lap and positioning you to straddle him with an effortless, commanding strength. he was desperate, completely consumed by the need for you, his longing obliterating any trace of rational thought.
katsuki positions his dick inside of your pussy, groaning as he watches you mewl, disappearing inside of you and stretching your walls painfully. yet you still felt the raw need for him.
"katsuki," you pant as you sat on his cock, adjusting as you dangle your arms by his shoulders. "fuck me, pl-"
he doesn't even let you finish, carrying you briefly before slamming you down on his cock, feeling your pussy clamp down on him again and again.
"you look so pretty like this, sweets, fuck," he looks up at you in awe. his moves his mouth is on your tits, sucking on your nipple.
you take it all with a wail, closing your eyes in blissful pleasure as the tip of his cock kisses your walls.
"oh my fuckin' god, i love you so fuckin' much, sweets. holy shit. and this fuckin' pussy too. you know that, don't you?" he asks, his crimson eyes gazing into yours, tension filling the small corners of the car.
"yeah," you nod, your skin heating up, stammered breaths as his cock was stretching you, abusing your warmth.
"then say it back."
"no wa-"
you scream as katsuki humps you down on his cock mercilessly, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him. your hips squirm against the girth and length of his cock abusing your hole to its satisfaction.
"katsuki!" his name slips out of your lips, letting out a wanton moan as his deep, hungry thrusts buck inside you out of spite. "sl-slow down..."
"hell fucking no."
"katsuki, please!"
"not until you say it back."
"fucking- fine! i love you, okay?" you mewl at the pain, but at the same time it made you feel so so good.
"say it again, didn't hear it," he taunts, his thrusts still deep and desperate enough capable of making you cream on his cock.
"i said, i love you!" you panted, whimpering from his hips snapping into yours.
"that's my girl," katsuki grins, letting his hand travel to caress your cheek before pulling you in for a messy, sloppy kiss.
you feel your cunny coil of essence, chasing your climax desperately with him at the last few thrusts.
you pull away from him, panting. "katsuki, fuck, gonna cum again..."
"mhm, gonna cum too, sweets," he grunts, thrusting into your cunt sloppily. "cum with me, yeah?"
you pant out of bliss, nodding. his hips snap into yours as he thrusts into your cunt harder, dripping of your shared slicks.
you mewl as shockwaves of pleasure hit you, throwing your head back as your tight, white walls clench around his cock. katsuki groans, his hips stuttering as he cums inside of you, a creamy frothy ring of white wrapped around the base of his cock as it kisses your folds.
both of you lay intertwined together, bodies tangled and panting together, breaths mingling, basking in the quiet warmth of each other's presence.
you pout up at him, delivering a playful slap to his cheek before sinking into his arms with a huff. "you're so mean."
katsuki chuckled deeply, the sound low and teasing. he didn't seem offended by your light hit, he seemed more amused by it.
"oh, please, you love me," he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest. he nuzzled into your hair.
his body relaxed somewhat as he held you. he couldn't help but marvel at how easily you fit against him, how well your body molded to his.
"i've missed having you in my arms, you know," he admires you, tugging a strand of your hair. "it's been... goddamn painful."
you bite your bottom lip, a deep sense of understanding in the sympathetic smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. you hold his gaze, knowing intimately the emotions that swirl within him. "i know, hon. me too."
the softness in his eyes is palpable as the pet name you had for him washes over him, a hint of vulnerability there that he rarely shows. he hides his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "honey, i never wanna let go of you again."
you raise an eyebrow, a cheeky grin on your face as you tenderly caress his cheek, your gaze locking with his.
"i'm not going anywhere."
he looks up at you, returning your grin. his lips then gently meets yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
"good. i wouldn't let you even if you tried."
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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ was overwhelmed with how much attention the teaser was getting, EVEN ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS LIKED THE POST @cathnospam ILYSM YOURE MY HERO. feedback/constructive criticism is always welcome!! i was working on my thesis defense (accepted!!) while writing this so i apologize for the delay and if theres any grammatical errors^^ i am beyond grateful to all of you and i hope you enjoyed reading the epitome of me being horny for katsuki🥹🥹
Only the staff and the filming crew were to be noticed. The air smelled like oil, fried chicken and fries. The fluorescent lights buzzed above you, breaking the silence and casting that dull glow over everything.
You and Katsuki are already sitted at the table reserved for two people.
You see how he leans back in his chair, legs spread slightly, one hand hooked lazily over the backrest. His eyes stay on you, maintaining your gaze consistently.
“…You gonna keep staring, or?” he says, voice flat, but teasing.
You blink slowly, like you hadn’t realized.
“I’m just taking you in,” you explain yourself with a light smile.
His brow twitches at your reply and a small smirk could be seen.
“That sounds weird,” he scoffs.
“It’s honest,” you roll your eyes. “You look good, by the way. Did you put extra effort for me?”
“Hah, you wish.”
He looks away for a second, jaw tight, like he’s suppressing something— a smile, maybe.
“I’m glad you came,” you add.
His eyes snap back to you. “Didn’t say I wanted to.”
“But you’re here,” you raise a brow.
He exhales through his nose, shoulders shifting as he leans forward now, forearms dropping onto the table.
“…Yeah, the fans wanted it,” he sighs.
You tilt your head, studying him more openly now. He notices again, of course.
“I know you have a busy schedule— getting your ass kicked and all.”
His fingers tap once against the table. Then stop, red eyes already on you. He smirks, but it looks strained, like he is forcing it.
“You’re such a delight to be around, aren’t ya?” He narrows his eyes.
Your lips press together.
“I try my best,” you assure him.
“You do this with everyone?” he asks.
“Sit across from them in a chicken shop?” You raise a brow.
“Talk like that.”
“Like what?”
“Make fun of them,” he clarifies.
You hum softly, tapping your nail once against your cup.
“Do I?”
“You think you’re clever,” he says, watching you carefully now.
“I am,” you smile, the corner of your lips lifting slowly as you lean forward just a bit.
“Let’s eat, shall we?” You gesture towards the food, but your eyes don’t leave his.
Katsuki looks down, fingers brushing against the red chicken box. He opens it with a quiet flick, then takes a bite.
You watch him curiously.
His jaw tightens as he chews. Then he frowns.
“Well?” you ask, tilting your head slightly as you open yours, though your attention is still on him. “How is it?”
“Dry,” he says flatly, swallowing. “I cook better.”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head.
“Oh yeah?” you murmur, picking up a fry but not eating it yet. “What would you cook for me?”
Katsuki leans back in his chair. His arm hooks over the backrest again, but his gaze stays locked on you. A smirk pulls at his lips.
“What do you hate the most?”
You let out a breath through your nose, amused.
“Ha-ha. Very funny,” you say, rolling your eyes, but your smile lingers.
“You started it,” he reminds you, that smirk still there, eyes flicking over your face like he’s taking his time now.
“Fair enough,” you nod, finally taking a bite.
You set the fry down, brushing your fingers together lightly, then glance back at him.
“I heard you’ve been voted the sexiest man of 2026.”
“And the previous year,” he adds, lifting his chin slightly. “And the one before that… list can go on.”
You hum softly, looking at him like you’re unimpressed, yet your eyes give you away just a little.
“Wow… did they run out of options, or…?”
He lets out a sharp laugh, head tipping back slightly before he looks at you again, eyes narrowing with something more playful now.
“Oh yeah?” he says, leaning forward just enough for his elbows to hover near the table. “Who did you vote for?”
“Deku,” you shrug casually, reaching for another fry like it’s nothing.
“You like nerds?” Katsuki asks.
“Yeah,” you reply simply, meeting his gaze as you finally take a bite.
You chew slowly, then tilt your head again.
“What’s your type?”
Katsuki pauses for a bit. His fingers tap once against the table, then stop. His eyes drag over you, slower this time and he’s not even trying to hide it anymore.
“Someone who’s able to put up with me,” he says.
Your lips curve slightly.
“How am I doing then?”
“A little too good,” he hums quietly.
“I prepared myself,” you reply with confidence.
You lean forward just a bit more, resting your elbow on the table, chin tilted slightly in your hand.
“Are you good at flirting?” you ask.
He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head once.
“I don’t have to flirt,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips for just a second too long. “I’m Dynamight. That’s enough.”
You roll your eyes, but there’s a faint smile tugging at your mouth.
“Sorry, my bad,” you say, raising your hands in mock defense. “Are you single?”
“Are you interested?” he asks, one brow lifting slightly.
You point at him lightly, a knowing look on your face.
“See? You’re flirting.”
“And you didn’t answer the question,” he shoots back.
There’s a pause in which you hold his gaze, or do your best to.
Then—
“Of course I’m interested,” you say, tone light, but your eyes don’t waver. “You’re Dynamight.”
For a second, he just looks at you.
Then he lets out a low laugh, turning his head slightly as he shakes it, like he couldn’t believe how you used his words against him.
“…You’re something else,” he mutters. “What are you doing after this?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, studying your reaction.
“Oh?” you say. “Are you asking the questions now?”
He scoffs, but there’s no real annoyance in it.
“Clearly,” he replies. “Since you’re doing a bad job.”
You laugh.
“Then I’ll count on you to give me a tip after this,” you say, your voice dipping just slightly, enough to shift the meaning.
Katsuki’s eyes narrow a fraction.
“I will definitely guide you through it,” he says, just as quiet.
The tension lingers and neither of you moves right away.
Then, after what felt like forever, you lean back, exhaling softly as you glance towards the camera before looking back at him.
“Guess we have to wrap it up,” you sigh. “I don’t want to keep you waiting. Thank you for coming.”
Katsuki nods once, satisfied, as his eyes are still on you.
“Yeah,” he says. “No problem.”
He turns towards the camera as well, but not fully, just enough.
Tags: 18+, Nsfw, Smut, Oneshot, Female!Reader, Timeskip!Pro Hero!Bakugou, Pro Hero!Reader, Explicit Sexual Content, Frenemies to Lovers, Sharing Physical Sensations, Phone Sex, Masturbation, PiV sex, Jealousy, 5.8k
When you and Dynamight get hit by a quirk that forces you to share all your physical sensations, you learn a bit too much about the bastard… and yourself.
There’s a throbbing in your head, and your arm, and your neck. And when you finally start to regain consciousness, you feel there’s an even worse throbbing resting on your legs. Something weighted, pressing you down, only when you open your eyes do you finally realise—
It’s Dynamight, Bakugou, Katsuki— whatever. Splayed out so you're trapped underneath the lug of him. He starts to wake, and you see that as enough reason for him to be off, so you kick out and try to stand.
“Oi.” He groans, gripping onto your ankle before you can kick him again. “Stop that.”
“Get off me.” You don’t listen and try to whack him anyway. It’s the wrong response, he just grips harder.
“Fuckin— alright!” Bakugou scowls, his head clearly still pounding as he tries to move.
You pull away from him, shifting against the rubble and attempt to take in your surroundings.
“Are you guys okay?!” A sudden brightness interrupts your vision, Red Riot, standing over the two of you, practically shouting.
“Yes!” Both you and Bakugou hiss back, ears ringing at the sudden volume.
“Took quite the fall there.” Kirishima reaches out to help you stand. Already sensing Bakugou ready to jump, he quickly adds “Don’t worry! We caught the villain. Everything’s fine, just gotta get you two checked up.”
Bakugou stands on his own, refusing Kirishima’s hand, which the redhead just shrugs at. Instead, you thank Kirishima and let him assist you to the paramedics.
Though the extra stability helps, your legs still ache and you watch Bakugou try mask a similar struggle. His teeth clench with each hobble and you feel a little bad, reaching out to him in pity… but you miscalculate your own balance and find yourself falling to the ground, scraping your knee against the concrete, hard. And that’s when something odd happens.
Bakugou hisses out in pain too.
He actually clutches his left knee, where yours bleeds. Really the pain isn’t anything new, nothing compared to what you’ve taken before, but for Bakugou to react to it.
The two of you lock eyes, for far too many seconds, not saying a word.
Then quickly and without warning, you both begin to hit and punch at your own bodies, looking for something . Kirishima watches, baffled, clearly having no clue at what the two of you are doing.
“Close your fucking eyes!” Bakugou orders and you listen, scrunching up. “Kirishima hit me.”
Kirishima doesn’t even get the opportunity to challenge as Bakugou demands him again to comply. Before you even hear the noise Bakugou lets out, you feel a hard fist thump into you.
“I can feel it.” Your eyes snap open and you gasp, raising your left arm. “Holy shit. I can feel it.”
Bakugou stares back at you, eyes equally as wide as yours.
You both shout simultaneously—
“FUCK!”
After patching you up, the health team run a few more tests, mostly just tapping away at random parts of your bodies and taking notes on your reactions. All it really does is confirm that yes, you and Bakugou Katsuki are sharing an entire nervous system. Down to each breath you take.
And because of that, you’re both given (forced in Bakugou’s case) two weeks off, trusted to deal with the quirk’s effects sensibly, like adults— heroes, should.
It's quite strange, feeling parts of yourself move in ways they aren’t, but it isn’t the absolute worst. The smaller things, like the action of walking, are easy to ignore. It’s mainly the random pops of his quirk that gets to you, but even then it’s just a little twitch.
The first time he showers, however, you let out a shriek. It’s completely cold and although you know there’s nothing on you, you feel drenched to the bone.
You call him instantly and he laughs into your ear.
“Fuck am I meant to do?” He snorts. “Not shower?”
“You could’ve at least texted!” You huff, shoving your key into the lock. “I was still on the way home, the whole street heard me scream.”
That’s what really gets him going, laughing so loud he drowns out the sound of his shower still hammering down in the background. His laugh is so rambunctious you don’t realise he’s walking back in, until you feel the waves of icy cold water crashing over you, again.
“Katsuki!!!”
You’re lucky enough that Bakugou is meticulous, obsessive even, with a routine that never seems to waver. You’re quick to follow it, countering his insane 5am showers with your own warm and comfortable ones.
He did text you once about it though, telling you to “Turn the fucking heat down,” and spamming some jabber about you being worse than him. A “Damn demon” from the “Depths of hell.”
You also find he’s absolutely restless. When he isn’t pattering about cooking— you assume from the heat, or paperwork— you can tell by the familiarly repetitive motions, he’s exercising. All the damn time. It’s a little condescending actually. While you spend your break how it should be spent, being a lazy fuck, he’s up and doing too many crunches to count. And what’s worse is that you can more than feel the lunges and squats, it actually tires you out. Even though you know you won’t reap any of the benefits, you have to lay down and catch your breath.
The first time you texted him a stern “I’m going to sleep. Don’t do anything to wake me up.” But by the third day it seems he’d figured out your routine and was surprisingly respecting it.
Maybe you give him too much credit.
Too hot. Everything is too hot. You’re not even awake enough to realise it’s your own skin that burns harshly, blood pumping wildly through your veins. Instead you go to kick off your blanket and attempt to roll out of bed.
And that’s when you feel it.
It’s fucking bizarre . Although there’s nothing there you can feel exactly where a dick should be. You can feel how his hand slides up and down. You can feel the knot in his stomach. Everything is too real.
You pray to yourself he’ll remember that his body isn’t just his right now! That you can feel each stroke of his thick fingers moving up and down. But he doesn’t stop, in anything he gets a little faster.
Then comes the second sensation. The feeling is unmistakable. It’s a warm, wet, human mouth. Around you— or the phantom appendage— sucking gently and that’s when you know you have to stop it.
It's pretty hard to walk, when you’re practically being sucked off, but you manage to grab your phone and dial his number furiously.
It rings once, then twice, and by the third time you know he’s ignoring you because the mouth stops and he smacks his own thigh, in turn yours .
The mouth resumes, and you’ve had enough. Grabbing your keys, trying your best not to keel over, you’re set on getting to his apartment, which for the first time you’re glad is actually nearby.
The drive is torturous. Really, you know you shouldn’t be driving at all, not as you have to grip the steering wheel tight, in fear if you let go you’d spasm wildly. Whoever Bakugou had on their knees, was doing a really good fucking job. The bastard was seeing heaven while you were trying your very best not to land yourself in hell, because of the sin of mass murdering late night pedestrians you only just swerve by.
Even the sporadic pinches to your thigh don’t deter him, instead he returns them with his own. All you can do is curse and hope the ceiling caves in. Or maybe the floor under him opens up— better yet if his dick were to entirely explode.
You’re utterly winded when you do finally reach his flat, knees nearly having buckled on the stairs up. When you get to his front door, you slam down hard.
“Katsuki, open the fucking door.” You knock without restraint, not caring for the neighbors. “I swear to god if you don’t-“
The door opens just as you're about to thrash it again, almost having you topple in. You catch yourself, of course, but Bakugou snorts at the sight.
“You couldn’t wait a fucking week?!” You shout before he can speak.
You look at him, shirtless, skin flushed and dewy. His sweats hang low, just barely fumbled on, revealing the sharp muscles under his skin, and a little trail of light brown hair that you have to force your eyes to stop following.
If you weren’t so mad you’d probably enjoy the sight. That somehow ticks you off even more.
“You seriously came all this way?”
“You weren’t picking up your calls!” You huff. “And it’s not like you forgot about the quirk.” You gesture wildly to your thigh, probably purple from all the pinching. “You prick!”
“And what do you want me to do.” Bakugou gives you a look of annoyance, as if he was the one inconvenienced. “Stop everything because of you?”
“Yes?!”
Bakugou then takes a step forward, suddenly looking taller. He towers over your form, with an intimidation you’re not often on the other side of.
“Tough shit princess.” You feel the words against you. “Just ‘cause you’re not getting any, doesn’t mean I’m not.”
You have to hold your tongue, clench your fists, and tense your arms, just so you don’t push him. Even without the quirk you were sure he could probably sense the anger building inside you.
But then a thought hits you.
Without saying a word, you slip your phone out your pocket and dial a number. Bakugou watches, confused but slightly curious.
The phone only rings once before the call is picked up. Your face lightens animatedly, losing its scowl and turning into something dramatically sweet.
“Izu…” You practically coo. “Are you free tonight?”
Bakugou’s face immediately drops at the name.
“Mhmm…” You hum. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
You’re sure Bakugou can hear the man on the other end fluster but agree to what you’ve not-so subtly proposed. You give him a smug look before continuing.
“That’s good to know…” You give Bakugou a smile, just to be dramatic. “I could wear that dress you really-“
You’re cut off as Bakugou grabs your wrist, pressing end call and glaring at you.
“You wouldn’t.” He growls.
“Oh but I would.” You smile back, making sure to bare your teeth.
The two of you come to a standstill, waiting for the other to break the silence. It’s actually Bakugou who speaks first, finally yielding.
“Fucking fine!” Exasperated, he huffs. “Fuck, I’ll send her home.”
The smug look on your face comes to a quick halt as a realisation dawns upon you.
“I don’t know her do I?” You grab him and ask with genuine dread. “Katsuki, tell me I don’t know her.”
He doesn’t respond for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of you panicked.
“Katsuki!!”
“You don’t.” He waves you off. “Just a hookup.”
That surprises you. “Didn’t know you do hookups.”
“Didn’t know you were fucking Deku.” He spits it out like a slur. You’re not quite sure why though, you could’ve sworn they’d gotten over their childhood beef.
“I’m not.” You shrug. “But I could.”
Bakugou runs a hand through his hair, defeated and ready to kick the girl out. It’s a bit awkward now that you think of it. Neither him nor whoever was in his room right now had… gotten their release.
Not enthusiastic about watching him break a poor girl's heart, you turn to leave, it’s at the exact same time Bakugou goes to return, and brushes his— still very much sensitive— dick against the door.
“Shit.” You gasp as your legs jelly. It’s like a punch to the gut, sending shockwaves through your stomach.
Bakugou catches you by the arm before you can fall, then sighs.“Come inside. You can’t drive home like that.”
You follow him in, not making a fight, as if you could with the way your legs had weakened. You’ve been to his apartment before, many times, but mostly with others. So you’re not sure why there’s a sudden tension that doesn’t feel like frustration anymore. You just hope Bakugou can’t feel the way your tummy continues to flutter.
Bakugou returns, and there’s a twitch of something green in your chest when you see the women beside him. You don’t mean to stare, she’s decent at least, but you can’t help it. You try not to acknowledge that one of your first thoughts is to compare her to yourself, and feel disappointed at the lack of similarity.
You stop mentally analysing her when she shies away from your gaze. She looks guilty. And although, yes the situation is mortifying, you’re not sure why she looks so terribly remorseful. If anything it’s you that should be apologetic— and Bakugou most certainly.
She squeaks out a quick “Sorry” alongside a “I didn’t know” as she gathers up her stuff. Then she glares straight at Bakugou and flicks him off. That’s when it registers.
“Oh god no, not his girlfriend!” You correct quickly. “Definitely not the girlfriend.”
You don’t notice how Bakugou’s resting frown deepens.
The woman looks perplexed, but decides not to question it. You hear Bakugou give his own apology as he takes her to the door, attesting to the fact he wasn’t cheating. Still you feel a little bad watching her leave.
“Make sure to call her back and explain okay?” You’re a moralist, what can you say.
“Shut up.” Bakugou groans, making his way to his open kitchen. “Catch.” He throws you a bottle of water, still cold from the fridge. “Drink and rest a bit.”
You eye him cautiously. Why is he showing courtesy now.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Bakugou huffs, then turns his head away. There’s an expression you just about catch, that seems kind of… does he feel bad?
And for some reason that just makes you feel sheepish. Enough so that you have to turn away and focus on your water instead.
“Thought you were asleep at first.” There’s foreign sounding guilt in his voice. “And the quirk should’ve worn down by now.”
“Well it hasn’t.” You scoff, pointing a finger directly at him. “Don’t pull any shit like that again.”
Bakugou keeps to his word. He doesn’t fuck— or half fuck anyone else. Instead, his workouts become harsher, his routine now erratic. You can’t keep countering his cold morning showers, when he’s taking three a day and going straight back to the cardio as soon as he’s out. But you don’t dare ask him to cool it, you were the reason for all his pent up energy after all.
When your knuckles start to ache due to his new found interest in boxing, he at least has the decency to text you a blunt sorry.
“Don’t you have any other hobbies you can waste your time with.” With your phone lodged between your head and shoulder, you scold him. “I started cooking— ah !” You hiss as some oil spits at you.
“You’re lucky I’m used to explosions.” Bakugou snorts, amused. “You’re clearly doing a shit job, turn the fucking heat down.”
“Fuck off.” You turn the heat down. “My food’s gonna be perfect!”
“Hah, doubt it.”
“You can taste it yourself!” You say with a pop, licking some sauce that had gotten on your finger. “Already so good! You’ll see.”
You feel him suck in a breath but stay silent on the line.
“Why’d you call if you were gonna ignore me.”
“M’not.” His words come out a little mumbled. “Just, gonna go take a shower.”
“Oh!” You shove a lid onto your pan. “Let me get in too!”
He kisses his teeth at that. You don’t question why he’s annoyed.
The water hums comfortably over you. It’s nice and warm— not too warm, rather not risk another spam of texts— and it’s exactly what you needed after a day of dealing with Bakugou’s intense workouts.
You can vaguely feel his own cold shower under yours, but for the most part, the heat does well to cancel it out. You’re used to ignoring when Bakugou cleans his thighs. Even if you can feel his thick fingers like they’re actually on you. The same way the hot water counters his cold, you clean alongside him, to pretend all you can feel is your own hands. Brushing your fingers through your hair, you go through the rest of your routine. Making sure to thoroughly scrub at all your curves.
He’s out before you are, telling by the way your water suddenly feels much warmer. Your phone flashes from the counter, Bakugou texting you to hurry the hell up, and you take that as cue to finish.
You’re slow with your moisturising, slathering it on and massaging it into your skin. Bakugou pinches you through himself. You wonder why but ignore it and just get dressed.
He doesn’t text you again, instead feeling uncharacteristically still. Perhaps he’d gone to sleep? You snap him a picture of your dish anyways, if he won’t taste it he can get a good look at least. You’re about to dig in when a familiar sensation builds between your legs.
He’s— he’s fucking touching himself again—
Immediately, you go to text him, but his contact pops up first.
Bakugou [work]: It’s okay.
Bakugou [work]: It’s just me.
Bakugou [work]: Let me have this
You’re not even sure how to respond, but you do end up abandoning your meal and take seat on your sofa.
Me: it’s so weird
Me: I can feel everything
He spits on his hand, the wetness gross. Yet you can’t seem to hate it.
Bakugou [work]: you think I can’t feel you?
Bakugou [work]: soaping yourself up? Touching your fucking tits?
You’re lucky he can’t see you. You’d be embarrassed out of your mind. Maybe because it was nothing unusual to you, you had forgotten it would feel different to a man.
His text bubble appears once, then disappears and appears again. Finally he continues.
Bakugou [work]: just go to sleep if it bothers you so much
His hands still stroke himself but a little languidly, as if to give you option to ignore it. You don’t.
Me: how am I supposed to sleep if you’re doing that!
His hands still, you can just imagine his laugh.
Bakugou [work]: think of it like a massage
He starts up again.
Bakugou [work]: I can tell you like it
Your body betrays you and he knows.
Me: you’re an asshole
Just as you send the message you feel his hands thumb his tip and the sharp feeling of pleasure that comes with it. It’s embarrassing that your first thought is so that’s how he likes it.
Bakugou does it once more before returning back to stroke his shaft. The pace he sets is dangerously addictive. It works him up and in turn you. You’re almost keeling when you send your next text.
Me: Fuck it
He types again but you pay no mind, shoving your free hand down your trousers and brushing over your clit. You rub gently for a second but with your slick having gathered and spread, you realise it’s not enough.
A text flashes on screen as you press finger into yourself. You feel Katsuki tense.
Bakugou [work]: easy pr incess
You don’t go easy. Instead you rub at your clit faster, one finger still dipping into you. Katsuki pinches his thigh, which you ignore and continue.
Then your screen flashes a different image. A picture of Dynamight, ripped straight from your company’s website, his contact photo.
“Fuck-“ You sigh, picking up the call. “What is it.”
“You complain and then start touching yourself?” Bakugou accuses, not letting up his own pumps.
The faint slick noises in the background of his words, makes your stomach do flips. The sudden image of his cock wet and dripping now at the forefront of your mind. You don’t realise how your own moments get faster, but Bakugou does.
“Oi.” He pants. “Slow the fuck down.”
“Are you about to come?” You let out a breathy laugh. “So fast?”
The reply you get is a harsh pinch to your nipple, one that makes you arch a little. It feels good.
“Shit, you liked that?” Bakugou says, in a voice that practically speaks his smirk. He pinches again and this time you really moan.
“Stop it.” you whine, pushing your fingers in again, rutting against your hand.
“Why?” Bakugou does it again and again, making you push into your hand, deeper. “You— fuck— you really like it.”
“Katsuki.”
You feel a sharp tug of pleasure, from him.
“Oh…” you giggle. “And do you like it when I call your n-name?”
“Shut—“ he hisses, thumbing his tip, “—the fuck up.”
“Are you sure you want that?” You tease, touching yourself the way you know your body, and his, will enjoy. “Ka-tsu-ki.”
He only responds with a deep groan, something that edges a whine. You didn’t think you could get more turned on.
“Like you’re not getting wet when I talk to you, princess .”
Now that has your tummy twisting, stomach sinking with growing lust. Your body clenches around your fingers without permission, and you can’t even attempt to hold the moan.
“Shit,that made you fuckin’ squeeze .” He huffs, hands getting faster. “Ke-keep doing that.” He says as you work your fingers well. “Fuck . Feels so fucking good sweetheart.”
You comply, fully knowing you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. Each stroke of his, paired with your indulgence, just brings you closer and closer to—
“Kats’— I’m gonna—“
“Fuck, me too [Name], me too .” His breaths are erratic and so are the wet sounds of his cock.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to come. Especially with how pent up he, and evidently you had been. It’s sort of magic, how you can feel the exact moment where the coil in him snaps, and how it dominoes onto you, forcing you to come with him.
So blissed out, it takes a while for everything to catch up with you. The same goes for Bakugou.
“We shoul…”
“Do you want to…”
You both start at the same time, and stop, embarrassed by what you want to suggest.
There’s silence that feels like it burns, you’re not used to the heat like he is. You need it gone.
“Can I come over tomorrow?”
As you drive the nerves start to rise. Perhaps it’s knowing you’re going over for sex . It isn’t like the random visits you’ve made before that end in you staying a little longer, this is specific.
You’re going over to have sex with Bakugou Katsuki.
Standing in front of his apartment you nearly turn back, his door somehow intimidatingly tall, too hard to knock.
You don’t get to run however, not when Bakugou opens it immediately.
He stands there, freshly showered, in only a tank and shorts. He looks fucking good.
“You just gonna stand there?”
“Shut up” You push past him and take off your coat. He watches, entertained by your familiarity and the polite way you take off your shoes and line them up neatly.
“Youre being weird” Bakugou observes. “Its just me”
It ticks you off a little how casual he’s being. As if it means nothing, that the night before meant nothing, that what you’re about to do means nothing.
“Oi, what is it?” Bakugou is quick to sense your apprehension.
“How are you being so normal about this,” you hiss. “do you even want to…” It’s hard to admit you’re nervous. “Do it…”
Bakugou looks at you, baffled. Which you return with a scowl. It’s like he can see the wheels turning in your head because before you can even open your mouth to speak, he's kissing you.
His mouth is warm against yours, surprisingly soft for all the venom that leaves it. It’s also surprisingly sweet, he kisses you like it would hurt to pull away.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he groans with the breath he takes. “All fucking day, Angel”
His hands roam and squeeze and when you place yours on him he almost whines. Mouthing at your neck, his fingers trail downwards, to cup you through your skirt.
“You think I don’t want this?”
There’s a second where he stills, asking for your silent go ahead, and when you push into his hands he takes that glady. His fingers rub over your underwear, easily finding your clit and pressing firmly. He feels it in him, how sensitive you are, and he has to take a breath to calm down.
Slowly you feel him pull away, and he has to gently shush you before continuing.
“Why are you teasing me.” You don’t mean to pout.
“M’not.” He hums, lowering down your body with kisses over your clothes. “Just let me taste you.”
He’s on his knees before you can dispute, pushing his way under your skirt and ripping straight through your underwear. Bakugou just nips at your thigh when you give him a reprimanding tug.
You’re swollen and wet, pulsing in front of his eyes. Slick clings to your folds and he stares at the way your pussy almost glimmers for him.
And when you look down, he’s his own sight to behold.
Dynamight, on his knees, flushed with kiss swollen lips. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead, a debauched reminder of the moisture that clings to him. His eyes are blown out, only a small ring of red circling his glittering pupils. You can see all of desire in him. You think you could stare at him forever.
But Bakugou has never been a patient man, and he doesn’t let you any longer. He attaches his mouth over you without warning.
There isn’t the soft beginnings of timid kisses and shy licks, he is indulgent. Voracious in the way he eats you out. It’s selfish. He seeks his own pleasure through you.
“You like this more than me.”
He winks an eye open and then rolls it.
“If I knew this shit felt so good I’d do it more.” He murmurs before diving straight back in.
Knowing exactly how and where it feels good, Bakugou had been given the ultimate cheat sheet to a woman’s body. The first cheat sheet he was ever intent on using.
“Kats…” You still hold reservations, not wanting to admit you’re getting close. “If you keep…”
He moans into you. “I know.”
He speeds up, disregarding any of your pleas to slow down. You realise he wants you to come. All over his face, all over him . He doesn’t hesitate in making it clear that he’ll have you coming undone right here, right now.
You can feel it in your own hair, how tightly you pull on his. It's masochistic how that makes the coil in you wind even worse. Katsuki takes that as encouragement to continue.
It hits you quickly, and it’s embarrassing how you gush all over him. Without shame, Bakugou smiles into your still spasming pussy.
“Fuck.” Finally steadying his breaths, Bakugou groans. Still on his knees, you’re afraid to look down at the mess you’ve made.
“Did you…” you ask, feeling a little selfish.
“No.” He shakes his head, scrambling up to stand. “But I gotta be inside of you, now.”
Not another word can be said before he hoists you up onto his shoulder. You can’t even fathom the sudden change in height as he barrages through his flat and throws you, albeit gently, onto his bed. You nearly kick him at the audacity until you catch the darkening reds of his eyes.
Oh he’s going to ruin you.
Bakugou pulls off his shirt, body overrun with heat, and is on top of you almost instantly. His kiss this time is heavy and hot and everything but gentle. There’s something disgustingly erotic about being able to taste yourself on his tongue. It makes you crave him.
“In. Kats, in .” You can't even speak full sentences, only one thing on your mind. “In!”
“Yeah, okay— fuck okay” he huffs, pulling his dick out and palming it. Like the rest of his body, his cock stands with a pink flush. You’d call it pretty to tease if you weren't salivating at the sight. Instead you grab at him, to help line him up.
He holds it there for a moment. Just outside your pulsing entrance. You reach out to rub his arm, hoping to ease his hesitance.
It’s utterly confusing.
Feeling him enter you, from both your perspective and his. In fact it’s a little frightening. Neither of you can hide how much it fucks with your heads.Your eyes squeeze shut and you can feel his hands fist the sheet beside you. There's a wetness along your eyelashes, a stutter in his breath. It’s all too much.
A warm hand upon your forehead brings you back to reality. Katsuki pushes your hair out the way, and brings his lips down to kiss you. If you weren’t already in tears, you’d probably start crying all over again. It’s too sweet of a gesture. A kiss to the forehead. Something hidden begins to warm in your chest.
“Don’t…” You gasp. “Don’t fuck me like it means something.”
His expression shifts into something pitiful.
“You’re an idiot.” He says through kisses. “If you can’t see it, you’re an idiot.”
“What.” You whine.
“You think I don’t care for you?” Kissing a tear away, he explains. “You think I’d do this shit for anyone?”
“[Name]” He kisses off the pout that forms on your lips. “I fucking like you.”
Its like everything stops. Then everything bursts. Fuck . He likes you. The same way you’ve been pretending you don’t this whole time.
“Shit.” Katsuki recoils at the silence. “I shouldn’t—”
This time it's you who cuts him off from spiralling, kissing him and pushing your hips closer. He reaches deeper and though it’s so so much, you wouldn’t trade the feeling for the world.
The two of you are quick to find a rhythm, intrinsically linked and sickeningly pleasurable. It should be overwhelming, but his hand in yours keeps you grounded. His presence protects you.
When he hits a particular spot inside you, you jolt in surprise. And Katsuki whines. Actually whines. His voice at a foreign pitch. He doesn’t let you anticipate his next thrust, for he pushes back instantly, hitting that spot over and over again.
It’s a sticky mess of needy sobs and heavy breaths, bodies pressed together with heavy desire. He doesn’t have to wonder how good you feel, he knows . So when something bubbles up inside of you, he’s quick to chase it.
“Gonna…” You can hardly get the words out, not that you need to.
He responds by letting his fingers trail down and over your clit. His circles are impatient, taking, and you’d laugh at how spoilt he was, if you weren’t enjoying it so badly yourself.
It’s when he brings his lips down to yours one last time, does everything finally topple over.
It absolutely shatters you.
One orgasm alone is enough, but having two? Of both male and female? It’s devastating. It whites out your vision, blocks out any sound— all you can feel is the rapture that comes from the two of you.
It takes a good few minutes for either of you to calm down and unattach yourselves. But even then you cling to him, wanting him as close as possible. He gives in despite his own fatigue, holding you while his fingers run up and down your arm to soothe. You don’t even realise the quirk has faded, your bodies in sync with or without.
“Could get addicted…” Katsuki breaks the silence first, a small chuckle in his words. “Women are fucking lucky.”
You’re finally starting to notice the way you can no longer feel your own body through his and look at him with sympathy. You give him a pitiful pat— the wonders of the female body, he would never forget it.
You sit in his embrace a little longer, ignoring him shuffle about when your phone starts to ring. The screen lights up to his contact, but before you can question why, he speaks.
“I’m still ‘Bakugou [work]?’”
It takes a moment for you to understand what he’s talking about and when you do, you laugh.
“And a picture from the site?” He frowns, pinching your cheek. “Seriously?”
“Bet you don’t even have one for me.”
“Yes I fucking do.” Katsuki shoves his phone in your face.
And true to his word, he does in fact have a photo for you. It’s one you’re surprised he even has. It isn’t snagged off a news article, or even one of those fansites that for some reason existed— it’s a picture of the two of you, a candid Kirishima was probably responsible for.
“Why’d you pick that.” You snort, zooming into the photo. “You can barely see me.”
Katsuki shoves his chin down to your shoulder before snatching back his phone. “You looked cute.” He mumbles. “Tha’s all.”
There’s a conversation to be had, even if you’re hesitant. You put on a brave face and ask.
“You really like me, don’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“Fine I won’t tell you how I really like you.”
Katsuki nudges you with his cheek, and when you peek over at him, there’s a resting pink under his skin.
He can be so cute sometimes. You wonder if anyone else has seen him like this.
Then you remember.
“What about that girl?!” You don’t mean to sound accusatory, but you’re sure the unprompted pout that comes with your words says enough.
“You’re jealous?” Katsuki teases, you feel the smile against your skin. Then it turns into a little frown. “What about you and…” He can’t even say it.
“We haven’t done anything!” You correct him immediately. “We’ve only made out.”
“Oh shut up, don’t tell me.” He grumbles, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth to his. “You’re mine now.” He’s asking, begging even, you can tell. “Okay?””
You smile and swerve his next kiss, shaking your head. “Maybe take me on a date first.”
“I was going to—” He looks a bit scandalised, you didn’t realise he could be so traditional. “Fuck off I was.”
“So what made you wait.” You shouldn’t push, but it’s fun to watch his fluster. “The sex?”
“Could feel you doing everything.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, realising your game. “Like you were under my fuckin’ skin.”
“And that turned you on?”
He reaches out to cup your breasts. “Of course that shit turned me on. ‘Was like my own hand.” He squeezes. “Cant blame a man.”
You realise only now is he finally touching you on his own. Without your sensations overriding his. You let him have his fascination. You don’t stop his hands from exploring.
Instead you sink into his curiosity, a little interested yourself to see how far it’ll go.
Haiii I hope the concept isn’t confusing, tried to make it make sense 🤾🏽
i wanna ask if it's possible to write a short oneshot (?) angst perhaps, that's inspired by the song 'back to me' by the marias with bakugou.. 😅😅😅 it has been stuck in my mind for a while heh and i love your writings so!! >< tysm for reading this!! love youu 🤍
BABY, COME BACK TO ME ⸻ KATSUKI BAKUGO ; gn! reader
SYNOPSIS — katsuki bakugo fucked up, and now all he wants is for you to come back to him.
INCLUDES — breakup, angst, katsuki attempts to patch things up, heavily inspired by 'back to me' by the marias, 2.6 k words.
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i’ll be all that you want , i’ll be all that you need
i’m outside your apartment , baby come back to me
𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓.
he burned through life like a fuse — fast, loud, destructive if he lingered for too long. that’s how he’d always been. since the moment the blonde acquired his explosive quirk, he never looked back. never hesitated. never fucking waited.
nothing in his life ever caught up to him.
he was always blasting ahead, reaching towards the goals he’d dedicated years to. that mentality was ingrained in him. it’s what motivated him to push through every morning when he stared into the reflection of a person he didn’t recognize anymore.
then came you.
you with your easy attitude, your patience, your sweet smile and your lingering touches. just your presence alone slowed down the otherwise fast – paced life of katsuki bakugo. you were the anchor to the heavy ship of burdens he carried on his back, the grounding stone to his combustible self.
you never hindered his strength, in fact you made him stronger. he wanted to save more, wanted to reach more hands, brighten more worlds, in hopes to create a better world for you. katsuki bakugo began to look back when he strived forward. he looked back to give you that reassuring grin of his.
but despite these changes, it was hard for katsuki, and even harder for you. he took upon too many responsibilities, too many lives to save, too many hours spent out in the night taking down thugs. but too little time to spend with you, with his person.
that’s when you left. not with shouting curses, not with the slams of doors, not with the breakage of objects. you left with a tired look in your eyes and spoke with a strained voice.
“i’ll wait for you to come back to me.”
your words hovered over him like a pestering ghost, like a stubborn stain on a white shirt that wouldn’t vanish no matter how hard he scrubbed it.
because nothing in his life ever caught up to him — not even you.
katsuki bakugo loved to run away from the problems he called his ‘feelings’. if he stayed still for too long, they’d come bubbling up like bile in his throat.
he tried to forget about you, to move on. he took up more missions, strained his body more, straggled on the streets at night just so he wouldn’t have to go back home, the home that had never felt colder.
you left behind sprinkles of you all over his place.
the ridiculous amount of pillows on his bed that you insisted were comfortable. the lingering scent of your body washes in his shower. the empty cup near the sink where your toothbrush used to be in. the pink frilly apron you got for him as a joke, hung on the handle of the oven. the empty space in his shoe rack where your fuzzy slippers used to be situated.
katsuki found himself looking for you without realizing it.
his arm outstretched on the bed at night, trying to find your warm body only to be met with the cold and still bedsheet. brushing his teeth in the morning to silence instead of you humming a song. cooking breakfast for one, the apartment still and quiet without your stupid reality tv show playing in the background and you hovering over his shoulder to peek at whatever he was cooking.
and the worst fucking thing of all was when he stayed up late, hoping you’d walk into his apartment talking about a hard day at work before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. like nothing had ever broken between you two. like he hadn’t been the one to let it crack. like you hadn’t left his place with that look on your face.
that’s when katsuki bakugo started waiting.
he couldn’t deny it anymore, couldn’t run away from it like he had done with so many of his problems. his heart fucking ached, it hurt to even think about you. it seemed like along with your luggage, you had ripped out a piece of his heart and took it along with you.
your presence, or lack of, haunted him everywhere.
in public when his heart would stupidly jump when he’d see someone remotely similar to you, only to be disappointed when he realized it wasn’t you. when his phone hummed in his pocket and he hoped that it would be your caller id flashing on the screen. when he’d come across something you liked or talked about and suddenly his mind would flood with thoughts of you.
katsuki bakugo felt pathetic.
because despite all these thoughts, despite how much he wanted you to come back to him, he couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything about it.
he scoffed to himself, back pressed against the spine of his couch, a cold beer in one hand and his phone in the other. it was another one of those nights, where he couldn’t sleep because of how fucking cold and empty it felt. both in the house and in his heart.
his finger hovered dangerously close to your name on his phone. it had been weeks since the last time you two had a text conversation. he tapped on it, heart panging when he read over the conversation.
【 y/n ❤️ 】
katsuki, when will you be home?
it’s getting really late, dinner is getting cold
【 you 】
busy. won’t be coming home tonight, don’t stay up.
【 y/n ❤️ 】
okay, i love you
【 you 】
love you too.
he doesn’t remember when he started memorizing this exchange. only that it replayed in his head like a punishment. the signs were all shoved into his face, loud and clear. yet all he could do was see in front of him, not whatever was already beside him and, slowly but surely, drifting away.
you said ‘i love you’ without hesitation. like you always did. and he replied on autopilot. like he always did.
but it didn’t feel the same here, it felt foreign, like something the both of you were programmed to say. like it had lost feelings somewhere along the way and katsuki hadn’t bothered to wait while you tried to pick up the pieces.
it left a bitter taste in his mouth that he tried to puke out.
katsuki stared at the message, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he imagined your voice saying those words.
i love you.
you’d say it in the morning with a sleepy smile on your face, your hair all tousled. you’d say it at night before drifting off to sleep. you’d say it before he left home, a firm confirmation that you’d be waiting for his safe return. you’d say it over all the paparazzi’s camera flashes and the squeals of fans.
“i love you, katsuki!” you’d yell into his ear and he couldn’t stop the goofy smile that’d creep onto his face.
but the ‘i love you’ that was pressed onto his phone screen only sounded like a tired one. it repeated in his head like a mantra until he couldn’t take it anymore and chugged the remaining of his lukewarm beer to try and quieten his brain, to try and turn it into static and perhaps a disgusting headache he’d have to face in the morning.
the empty can clattered onto the coffee table way harder than he meant to.
“fuck,” katsuki muttered to no one. the apartment stayed silent, no laugh from the couch, no annoyed comment about the noise, no soft ‘katsuki, it’s late’ trailing behind him like it used to.
he scrubbed a hand down on his face, calluses scratching at his skin as he breathed heavily through his nose. the ache in his heart and grown teeth, gnawing inside him relentlessly as if it was determined to eat itself out of his body.
katsuki bakugo could blow up villains without flinching, could stand and stare into the face of death without his hand shaking or his grin dropping.
but this? this had him frozen.
waiting.
he grabbed his phone before he could talk himself out of it. he leaned his elbows on his knees, staring down at the device that seemed a bit too shaky in his hands.
your name glowed back at him, the heart emoji that he never removed illuminated red on his finger as he hovered over your chat to open it. he didn’t reread the messages this time. he knew them well enough to recite them in his sleep.
instead, he typed.
stopped.
deleted.
typed again.
【 you 】
are you home?
the message sent before his drunken courage could evaporate. at least he’d blame it on the alcohol for now, just in case things went astray. for a moment, an excruciatingly long moment, nothing happened. he watched the minutes tick by, the faint ‘delivered’ mocking him.
until —
read.
katsuki felt his throat go dry, his flimsy hands gripping onto the phone tightly as he watched three dots appear, jumping up and down as his own heart did the same.
【 y/n ❤️ 】
yeah, why?
he exhaled shakily, already moving, kicking away the empty cans and fallen cushions as he raced to the door. he pulled on his jacket, shoved his feet into shoes and bolted out the door. his body moved before he could think.
【 you 】don’t go to sleep
【 y/n ❤️ 】katsuki..?
he didn’t reply this time.
the city blurred past katsuki’s eyes, tall streetlights streaking gold and white across the taxi windows. he didn’t remember getting in, didn’t remember the address tumbling out of his mouth either. all he could think about was what he would say when he finally stood in front of you.
if he even got the chance.
his fingers drummed restlessly against his jeans as the car turned into the familiar neighborhood, each street twisting his heart tighter. your apartment building came into view far too quickly and not fast enough at the same time. it felt like he had been in the car for ages, and yet the last message he sent still burned at the end of his fingertips.
don’t go to sleep.
he was out of the taxi before it fully stopped, hardly sparing the driver a glance as he rushed towards the entrance. inside, he jabbed your floor number on the lift panel a little too hard, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as if he couldn’t trust them to be free.
the elevator doors slid shut with a dull thud, his reflection staring back at him from the mirror.
disheveled, pathetic even.
his hair was a mess from him dragging his fingers through it one too many times, his cheeks and ears were tinted from the beer cans he’d crushed earlier. his clothes were crumpled and mismatched. nothing about him looked like a person who had his shit together. nothing about him looked like a man who deserved to ask for a second chance.
“what the fuck are you doing?” he muttered under his breath, freeing his hands from his pockets and attempting to look at least a little presentable.
like that would fix anything.
the elevator let out a loud ding, snapping him out of his last minute re – styling. the doors slid open with a soft groan.
this was it.
katsuki hesitated only for a second before stepping out, boots echoing against the hallway floor. each step towards your door felt heavier than the last, heart beating so loud that he swore you could hear it through the walls.
he stopped in front of your apartment.
he raised his hand to hover inches from the wood, taking a deep shuddering breath.
what if you didn’t want to see him?
what if he was too late?
the ache in his chest sharpened, painful and unforgiving. now was not the time to be second guessing, he’d kept you waiting long enough. he’d kept his heart waiting long enough. if he left now, he’d never be able to hold his head high when he looked into the mirror and stared into the crimson eyes of a man who fucked up.
he knocked.
once.
twice.
the silence stretched like a tightrope, one wrong move and it’d throw you right off. katsuki’s heart hammered as he heard soft footsteps from inside, the scrape of slippers and the rummaging for keys in a ceramic bowl that katsuki knew you kept near the door.
the key fussed with the lock for a bit, before clicking open with a deafening sound.
you stood there, framed with the warm light spilling from behind you. your hair was a bit messy, your clothes soft and familiar, eyes worn from lack of sleep or… something else. katsuki didn’t want to know, because he knew he might’ve been the reason for it.
your eyes widened just slightly when your mind registered that the figure standing outside your apartment door was your katsuki. surprise flickered across your face before settling into something quieter. heavier.
“katsuki?” you said softly, the name sounding unsure in your mouth from the lack of use, but that was enough to cause katsuki to almost come undone.
the blonde swallowed, clenched his jaw, hands curling into fists at his side. his gaze dropped, head also cowering a little as he began to speak.
“look,” his voice sounded raw, like he had scraped it with sandpaper on the way over. “i’m not here to fight.. and i’m not here to make any excuses either.”
you didn’t step aside. didn’t tell him to leave or fuck off like he had had nightmares about. you stood there, listening intently, eyes still soft despite the dusts of fatigue all over you.
so he continued.
“i fucked up,” he admitted. “i kept telling myself that.. i was doing it for the future, for us. but all i was doing was running away like a coward –.. running away from you.”
“i thought if i kept moving,” his voice turned quiet. “everything would catch up. but i.. left you behind. and god – i realize how fuckin’ stupid that was –..”
he looked up at you, and the eyes that stared into yours weren’t the same that you’d see anywhere else — on televisions, on magazines, on billboards. it was the eyes he gave you that night, when you left and he looked like his whole world came crashing down.
“i don’t want to be someone that you have to wait for.. i wanna be the guy that’s already there.” his voice started to coat with desperation, eyes getting wet. “i –.. i’ll be all that you want, i’ll be all that you need y/n.”
“i love you, i love you so fuckin’ much it drives me insane just to be apart from you, just to not hear your damn voice.” he said. no anger, no bravado, no fancy twisting bullshit. just the utter truth. “and i should’ve said this before, when things felt easy. when… it still felt like home.”
your hand hardened on the door frame, throat and chest simultaneously getting tighter as if your body was plotting against you. it took everything in you to not step forward and dry those damp eyes of his.
neither of you spoke for a moment, the only sounds filling the air were of your breathing and heartbeats.
“... come inside.” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
not forgiveness, not yet.
but the door opened wider, and for the first time since you’d left, katsuki bakugo didn’t rush.
NOTE — THIS CAME OUT WAYY LATER THAN I WANTED TO IM SORRY MY EXAMS STARTED!!! i love writing angst from katsuki pov its so fun hehe
++ and yes nonnie you can be 🧸 welcome to my harem (joke)
