Kiss Me, Katsuki | K. Bakugou
Summary: In the five years you’ve been dating Katsuki Bakugou, you’ve always been content with what you have. But as your friends begin to pair up and marry off, you start to wonder if maybe you should take your relationship with Bakugou further. You know you want to, but the question is, does he?
Warnings: Swearing, Dekuchako, soft Bakugou, mentions of alcohol and being drunk
Word Count: 4.1k
Available on AO3 here
Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages and I finally got it done.
Part 2 to Call Me Katsuki but can be read as a standalone.
“Damn, Bakubro, you’re really wearing a tux!”
Katsuki scowled and looked up from where he had been fixing his tie in the mirror. Kirishima grinned at him from the door of the bedroom, already dressed in his own smart black suit.
“Yeah, well it’s not really like I get much of a choice, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki grumbled and turned back to the mirror. He tugged uncomfortably at the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket, already looking disgruntled.
You chuckled from where you were sitting on the bed. “I’m pretty sure Ochako would skin him alive if he broke dress code.” You locked eyes with Kirishima. “It is her wedding, after all.”
Kirishima nodded and smoothed a hand over his hair. It was free of gel, most lightly for the special occasion, and was instead tied back in a low bun. You got the sudden urge to rush forward and ruffle it up. You restrained yourself.
“I can’t believe that damn nerd is getting married,” grumbled Katsuki through gritted teeth. He jammed his rings on his fingers with more vigour than usual, scowling. “The fact that he had the balls to propose before me… !”
You glanced up from where you were fixing the buckles of your shoes. “Well, you can propose any time.”
“Tch.” Katsuki gave you a long, side-eyed glance. “Not very subtle, are you, dumbass?”
You shrugged and stood up, smoothing your hands down the outfit Ochako had hand-picked for you. “I’m just saying. Stop being salty when you can easily fix the problem.”
Katsuki didn’t seem to be listening however. Instead, he was letting his gaze unapologetically rove up and down your figure, a glint in his ruby eyes.
You raised an eyebrow. “See something you like?”
“Mm,” Katsuki hummed appreciatively and stepped towards you. Placing his large hands on either of your shoulders, he made an active motion to take in your appearance head to toe. “Definitely. You look so hot right now, baby.”
There was a lilt in his voice, a growl that you recognised and, while it did send a small shock of excitement through you, it also made you frown.
“Nuh uh uh, none of that!” you pushed your boyfriend firmly away by his shoulders. “There is no way I’m gonna be late for Izuku and Ochako’s wedding. Plus,” you pointed a finger in Kirishima’s direction - the poor redhead was still standing in the doorframe, scratching awkwardly at his neck - “your friend is right there!”
Katsuki glanced in Kirishima’s direction then huffed out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, fine,” he grumbled out before slouching his way towards the door. “Come on, Shitty Hair. You wan’ a drink before we get going?”
Kirishima shrugged and followed him. “Yeah sure, if you’re having.”
Katsuki chuckled, almost menacingly. “Fuck knows I’m gonna need one to get through this goddamn ceremony.” He had disappeared from your sight by now, already headed to the kitchen, but you heard his parting shout. “I’ll meet you in the car, ‘kay dumbass!”
“Yeah sure,” you called back, as you collected the last of your things. “And you’d better not get drunk, Katsuki Bakugou! Remember, it’s your turn to drive tonight!”
“I can do whatever the shit I want!” was the reply, which had you rolling your eyes. You knew he was just being difficult, and he had more respect for Izuku than to turn up to the poor guy’s wedding absolutely smashed. However that didn’t stop you from teasing just a little bit.
“Remember, your mother’s going to be there and she will raise hell on earth if she sees you’re not sober!”
“HUH??!” you heard him yell from the kitchen. “That old hag is gonna be there?!”
You shut the bedroom door behind you and made your way towards the large kitchen of the penthouse apartment you and Katsuki lived in. “Of course she’ll be there, she loves Izuku almost as much as Inko does.” You frowned at your boyfriend when you entered the kitchen. “And don’t call your mother an old hag.”
Katsuki grumbled as he took a sip of the beer he was now nursing. “I can call her whatever th’ fuck I want - she’s my mother.”
You offered him a sweet smile, already on your way towards the front door. “It’s okay, you can just say you’re salty because she likes me more.” Pulling the door open, you shot him a wink and a kiss as he glared at you. “I’ll meet you in the car, ‘kay sweetie?”
The door was closed before you could hear his yell of frustration.
The ceremony was beautiful, as expected. Everything ran smoothly and before long you were grinning widely as you watched your two high school friends do their first toast as a married couple.
Katsuki, who had been a surprisingly compliant best man, now sat grumbling beside you. You could tell he was itching to take his tie off, and even more desperate get away from “all these fucking extras”. However, you also knew that under the watchful eye of Mitsuki Bakugou herself, he wasn’t willing to try anything. The sentiment made you giggle.
“Do we really have to take fucking pictures?” Katsuki whined in annoyance as he fidgeted frustratedly with a fold in your clothes. You gave him a stern look.
“Of course we have to take pictures! We’ll need something to remember this by!”
Katuski grunted. “We can remember it like we remember all other things. I’m sick of this fucking jacket.”
“Aw, come on,” you pouted at him. “Don’t you want at least one photo? For Izuku?”
“If it’s for him then I want it even less.”
You sighed heavily. “Okay. For me then?”
Katsuki eyed you sullenly. You blinked back, just as determined. There was no way you were letting him weasel his way out of this.
Leaning forward, you put your mouth right up by his ear. “Don’t you want to remember how hot I looked today?”
Katsuki inhaled a long breath. He was eyeing you suspiciously, as if you were trying to pull some devious scheme off behind his back. Which, undoubtedly you were, although you really didn’t think it was much of a secret.
Eventually, he said, “Just one?”
You smiled. “And I’m sure Kiri’ll want one with you too.”
Katsuki frowned. “So just you and Shitty Hair?”
“They’ll probably want some of Izuku and his best man also. Oh, and of the four of us.” You grinned. “Man, being the person of honour and the best man sure is tiring.”
You watched as Katsuki’s face contorted, right back into a hideous scowl. “Damn you, you persistent fucker. You roped me into this!”
You were already on your feet, tugging him towards where the photographer was calling for people. “Technically, you roped yourself into it when you agreed to be Izuku’s best man.”
“I knew that was a fucking mistake. He should have just asked Icy Hot.” Katsuki jammed his hands in his pockets and slouched. “Fine, I’ll take the damn photos. But I’m not fucking smiling.”
You got him to smile
Hours later, as the party was in full swing, you saw Katsuki slip away.
He’d been quiet for some time and while you could tell he was thinking about something, you knew asking him too early would just piss him off. So instead you watched and waited, only springing into action when you noticed him quietly make his way out of one of the doors to the balcony.
It wasn’t even a question of whether to follow him or not. Your feet were moving before you had time to even think about it. Before long you had managed to duck through the cheering guests and sneak outside onto the balcony too.
The door clicked shut behind you.
Katsuki was standing at the balcony railing, staring out over the view. Izuku and Ochako had definitely picked an amazing spot to get married, you thought as you approached him. Below you, cherry blossomed lined alleyways lead downwards towards a calm flat sea which sparkled in the moonlight.
Stopping about three metres behind Katsuki, you set a hand on your hip. “Well, this feels familiar.”
Katsuki snorted and glanced back at you. “You mean the night of your eighteenth birthday where you basically begged me to kiss you?”
“If I remember correctly, it was you who was doing the begging.” You moved forward once again. Katsuki turned then and eyed you up and down. His expression was calm.
You raised an eyebrow at him. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Who says I’m thinking?”
“You always want to be alone when you’re thinking.”
Katsuki sighed. “You know me way to fuckin’ well, dumbass. It’s creepy.”
“You should be glad I know you so well.” You reached out to flick his ear. Katsuki jerked away from you, scowling. “Otherwise you’d have no one to bitch and whine to about your deepest darkest problems. Now answer my damn question!”
He gave you a steely look before turning away again, setting his attention on the darkness that stretched out from the balcony. Silence fell, silence that you didn’t feel compelled to break. Katsuki would talk when he was ready and until then, you were perfectly capable of waiting.
Soft chatter could be heard from the open windows of the venue behind you. The celebrations seemed to be slowing down, though they remained a vibrant as ever - you were sure you could hear the lively, slightly slurred words of a tipsy Iida as he told anyone who would listen about how he’d just known from the very beginning that Izuku and Ochako were perfect for each other.
A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you listened. It had been almost five years since you all graduated from UA and yet it seemed like most of the class had remained as close as ever. Even quieter members, like Koda and Ojiro had shown up, and for a moment being among the festivities seemed almost exactly like being back at the UA dorms from all those years ago.
You couldn’t help but think back to the words Katsuki had said to you back in your third year as you’d stood with him on the balcony outside your eighteenth birthday party.
“I can't help but think about... the idea that once we leave UA, we're not going to be friends anymore.”
You supposed now that he hadn’t needed to worry at all.
“Hey, dumbass.”
You looked back at Katsuki. “Hm?”
“Have you ever thought about all this?”
“All this… what?”
“This.” He waved his hand in the direction of the brightly lit venue. “Weddings, ‘n shit.”
“Well, obviously. I told you about how I was planning it back when I was a kid, didn’t I.”
“Not like that. I mean like… seriously.” His voice was low and gruff.
You felt his eyes on you as you turned to stare out over the inky blackness of the night, your face expressionless. A few seconds passed as you thought of an answer.
“Well,” you started slowly, choosing your words carefully. “I can’t say it hasn’t been on my mind. Especially recently. But I… I also don’t wanna rush things, ya know?”
“Rush things?”
You pursed your lips. “Well, I… I wanna be ready. I want everyone to be ready. I don’t want there to be any regrets, or to have to put anyone’s dreams on hold.”
Katsuki looked away from you, his ruby eyes suddenly seeming incredibly distant. “So you’re saying you don’t feel ready right now.”
“No…” you suddenly felt like a fraud. In truth, you were ready. But you didn’t know if he was. “Why’re you asking anyway?”
“I don’t know.” Katsuki turned so that his back was resting against the balcony railing. He stared solemnly at the shadowy figures of your old friends and classmates that could be seen through the building’s windows. As the light flickered over his face you were reminded once again of the night of your eighteenth birthday. And you were suddenly struck by how much older Katsuki looked.
“Is there a reason why you’re keeping me around?”
You blinked, surprised by his question. “Huh?”
“I mean,” spat Katsuki, refusing to meet your eyes. “Are you just keeping me with you until Mr. Perfect shows up?”
“Of course not!’ You stared at him. “Why the hell are you asking me that?”
Katsuki sighed tiredly and ran a hand through his hair. “I just…you don’t really ever talk about … wanting more with me.”
“Well I don't.” You spoke without thinking and immediately regretted it as Katsuki’s expression clouded. He looked away from you, hands burying themselves deep in his pockets.
“Oh.”
“No!” you stepped in front of him before he could try to run away, planting your hands firmly on his shoulders. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Then what the fuck are you saying, Y/N?”
His failure to use the usual ‘dumbass’ or ‘idiot’ had you wincing.
“What I meant,” you became, “is that I’m not pushing for more because I’m happy with what we have right now. But that doesn’t mean I don't want to go further.”
Your head dropped slightly, your forehead now barely a hair's breadth away from resting right against his fancy tie.
“The truth is,” you murmured, “I do think about it. I think abut it all the fucking time.”
“So why the fuck’ve you never said anything?”
You looked back up at Katsuki to find he was watching you with apprehensive eyes. A small smile broke out over your face then and you couldn’t contain the almost bitter chuckle that rushed from your throat.
“I never said anything because you never said anything, you dumbass!”
Katsuki scowled. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? You say it to me all the time.”
“Yeah but… still." He grumbled. "It's your nickname, dumbass."
You prodded him lightly in the chest. "That's called hypocrisy."
"Shut the fuck up."
You were glad to see the hint of a smile, the tension in your gut easing every so slightly. Even so, a shadow in Katsuki’s eyes remained, a distance that every cell in your body was straining to close.
“You know I love you right?”
Katsuki made a non-committal noise and dropped his gaze. You reached up to hold the sides of his face. “Hey!” you said sternly. “Look at me, Katsu!”
When he finally did, you were saddened to see a streak of hurt in his eyes. Rubbing your thumbs across both his cheeks, you attempted to soothe the pain you had caused. “Tell me that you know.”
“That I know what?” he mumbled.
“That you know I love you.”
“I know you love me.”
You gave him a soft smile and stretched up to kiss his nose softly. His facial features scrunched at the feeling but you could feel as some of the tension in his body eased.
“I love you more than anything in the whole world, Katsuki. And there is literally nothing else I want more than to have you as mine for the rest of my life.”
One of his eyebrows quirked then and you knew that your Katsuki was back. He gave you a half-smirk, one hand coming up to cover yours where it rested against his face. “You sure? I’m not gonna make it easy for you.”
“I’m sure,” you told him.
“I’m an asshole. I’m not gonna make time for sappy holidays like Valentine's day ‘n shit.”
“I already know that. And I don’t care.”
“And I’m not wearing a fucking bowtie at our wedding, so don’t you dare force me.”
“You could wear sweats and a hoodie for all I care.”
Katsuki eyed you suspiciously, trying to detect any kind of lie on your expression. When he found nothing, he sighed. Eventually, he said, “Are you really sure? I’m probably not gonna be the best husband, you know.”
You gave him a look. “I’m starting to think it’s you who doesn’t want to marry me.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Katsuki looked away. “You know I wanna marry you, shithead.” He was deliberately avoiding your eye but you could still make out his slight blush through the darkness of the night. It tugged at your heartstrings and made you feel giddy.
“Sooo…?”
Katsuki grumbled, one of his hands sliding into his trousers pocket. “Ugh, fucking fine.” he glanced around for a second, seemingly making sure the two of you were really alone, before holding something up in front of you.
It was difficult to make out through the darkness but after a few seconds of blinking, you realised it was a small, square box covered in black velvet. Your stomach flipped.
“Is that-?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki ground out. He was blushing hard now. “Now just shut up and let me say this.”
You did as you were told, watching with wide eyes as he snapped open the box, revealing the most fucking gorgeous diamond ring you’d ever seen in your life. It glittered chillingly in the yellow light from the windows behind you, sending sparkles dancing across your face and Katsuki’s.
Katsuki himself took a deep breath, also staring at the ring. Then he looked up at you. You met his gaze right on cue and were surprised to see something so soft burning within his usually scorching vermillion eyes. Your breath left your body in a rush.
Katsuki’s forehead touched yours and then he whispered, in a voice so soft it almost didn’t seem like his, “Marry me. Dumbass.”
You were silent for a moment, gaze moving periodically from his to the ring and back again. Then you tilted your chin upwards, allowing your nose to brush his.
“Kiss me, Katsuki,” you breathed against his lips and he did, head dropping just a fraction to meet your mouth with his.
You and Katsuki had kissed many times before and yet something about this time was different. Katsuki felt different as he allowed you to press against him, letting the railing behind him bear the weight of his body as he snuck his free hand around your hips. His mouth was hot against yours, lips burning and tongue like fire as it moulded with yours, and yet… there was something incredibly calming about the way he kissed you. There was a new kind of familiarity in his touch, a new kind of stability that hadn’t been there when you were just dating. This kiss felt permanent.
When your contact finally broke, there was a sparkle in both your eyes that hadn't been there before. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute and yet you felt incredibly calm. Dropping your gaze, you stared down at the ring once again that Katsuki was still holding in his right hand.
“So?” Katsuki’s voice was gruff, right by your ear as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “What's your answer?’
You almost snorted at the way he was still unsure, even after everything that had just happened. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
You nodded once, eyes wide and sincere. “Yes.”
Katsuki raised his head. There was a grin growing on his face that he didn’t seem able to control and yet it was so breath-takingly beautiful, you didn’t want it to go away. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, staring down at you with a look of absolute awe in his eyes. “Holy fucking shit.’
You slapped at his shoulder lightly, your cheeks burning at his uncharacteristic show of attention. “Shut up.”
“You said yes.”
“Yeah I did.”
“We’re getting married.”
You couldn’t fight back your smile any longer either. “Yeah, we are.”
Katsuki shook his head, as if in complete shock, before he reached out to grab your left hand. Holding it in his own, he rubbed his thumb across your knuckles a few times before lifting the ring from its box and sliding it onto your finger.
The both of you stared at your hand for a second, admiring the way the piece of jewellery seemed tailor made to sit snuggly against your skin. Then you looked back up at Katsuki, eyes glossy.
He made a face back at you. “Are you gonna cry?”
You blinked hurriedly. “No.”
“You’d better not,” Katsuki grumbled. “You know I hate that sappy shit.” He looked away and you decided it was best not to say anything about the tears that had begun to glisten in his own eyes.
Instead, you let out a laugh.
“Jesus christ, if Ochako finds out you proposed at her wedding, she really will skin you alive.”
“Tch, yeah whatever.” Katsuki shrugged. “That shitty Deku might’ve beaten me to the punch but now I get to steal his thunder.”
You slapped the front of his chest with your newly bejewelled hand. “Absolutely not! We are keeping this a secret until after the wedding is over.”
Katsuki pouted angrily at you. “But I want to brag in that stupid nerd’s face! Anyway, I can take him if he wants to fight.”
“I think you’re forgetting that you're the only person who would fight someone over this kind of thing, Katsu,” you mumbled before sighing. “Anyway, it’s not Izuku I’m worried about. How the fuck do you think your mother would react if she found out about this?”
Katsuki went white.
“That’s what I thought.” You reached up to peck his cheek sweetly. “Now let's just go back inside and pretend that we’re not engaged.”
“Tch, fine.” Katsuki sniffed, stuffing both his hands deep in his pockets. Standing up straight, he made to move around you before pausing. “But you’re not taking the ring off.”
“I-” you were about to protest until you saw the sullen look in his eyes and realised he wasn’t going to budge. You sighed aloud. “Fine. But you’d better fucking keep you mouth shut about it!”
“‘Course, babe.” Katsuki grinned and snaked an arm around your waist. You squeaked as he drew you towards him suddenly.
Setting his forehead against yours, Katsuki took a long deep breath. “I love you,” he finally said and his voice was quiet once again, meant only for the two of you to hear. “I love you so much. Thank you for saying yes.”
“As if there was ever another option,” you mumbled back before tilting your head up to kiss him for a second time. Katsuki groaned into the kiss, pressing closer as he felt your hands snake up into his thick hair. A slight sting burned through your bottom lip as he bit down on it and his grip around your waist grew even tighter.
“Yo, Bakugou, Y/N, where’d you two sneak off to-!”
Katsuki audibly growled as the sound of his best friend’s voice interrupted your moment. You stumbled away from him, cheeks burning as you frantically tried to hide the diamond shining on your left hand.
Kirishima was standing in the doorway, a very familiar cheeky grin on his face. “Oh! This feels familiar.”
Katsuki glared at him. “That’s cuz you’re always fucking doing this, Shitty Hair. Can’t you see we’re fucking busy here?”
Kirishima chuckled. “Maybe you two just need to learn how to get a room.” He ignored Katsuki's frustrated groan to look at you. “Ochako’s looking for you.”
You jumped at being directly addressed, still flustered at the state your fiancé’s best friend had caught you in for the second time in your life. Straightening out your outfit, you nodded hastily.
“Uh, thanks, I’ll go find her now.” You gave Katsuki a long look. “You’d better behave yourself while I’m gone.”
Katsuki’s gaze flicked momentarily to your hidden left hand and then back to your face. He knew exactly what you were implying and it had him animatedly rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Now fuck off. Go do your shitty honour duties or whatever.”
You flipped him off as you walked away, passing by Kirishima who was still grinning smugly. However, even as the glass door slid shut behind you, you could still feel the weight of his eyes burning into your back. The weight on your left hand was even hotter and you clenched your fingers together as you walked, revelling in the way the metal dug into your palm.
The night might have been somewhat of a rollercoaster of emotions but you couldn’t say you regretted any of it. Because despite everything that had happened, you were now sitting pretty with a promise of engagement from the person you loved and a ring to prove it. And every time your hand moved, the cool metal of the jewellery reminded you of the way Katsuki’s eyes had burned through yours as he asked you to be his.
Fucking hell, you loved that idiot.
