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DYNAMIGHT PRESENTS…. THE RETURN OF DEKU: THE ONE FOR ALL HERO!!!!!!!

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For the Record

KatsukixFem!reader

cw: he’s eating you up, nsfw, mdni

You sink back onto the mattress, the sheet’s cool against your heated skin. Your legs come up, wide and open, hands gripping the backs of your thighs to hold yourself open for him. The sight is obscene —the mess he made earlier still glistening on your skin, slick and wet, proof of exactly how thoroughly he's already had you.

"Like this?" you ask, voice soft but steady.

Katsuki's breath catches audibly. He sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes trail down your body with excruciating slowness. Over the curve of your breasts, the rise and fall of your stomach, the way your thighs tremble slightly from the strain of holding yourself open.

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Bites down.

"Yeah," he finally says, voice rough. His free hand comes up, fingers brushing your ankle before trailing up your shin, your knee, stopping at the inside of your thigh. His thumb traces a slow circle against the sensitive skin there.

"Just like that."

He leans forward, lowering himself until his forearms bracket your hips. His lips press against the inside of your thigh —a kiss, soft and deliberate. Then another, higher.

His breath is warm against your slick skin.

"Keep 'em open for me, pretty girl."

Your breath catches, anticipation coiling tight in your belly as his lips hover so close.

"Before you start-" The words tumble out, rushed and uncertain. "c—can I record you?"

Your cheeks burn. You feel the heat creeping up your neck, spreading across your chest. His mouth is right there, inches from your heat, and you're fumbling over your own boldness.

"You can say no- that was—"

You trail off, suddenly feeling foolish. Katsuki pulls back just enough to look at you. His brow is furrowed, but not in annoyance —more like he's trying to recalibrate. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he processes.

"Record me?" He blinks. Then something shifts in his expression—a slow crack in that focused mask, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You wanna watch it later or somethin'?"

His thumb traces absent patterns on your inner thigh, and his voice comes out quieter, rougher.

“'S that what gets you off? Watchin' me?”

Your cheeks burn as you look away, the words stumbling out in a rush like when you asked you weren’t even aware of what you were actually asking until he repeated it

"—You don't have to —I'm sorry."

The silence that follows is heavy, and you're about to tell him to forget it entirely when his hand catches your chin, gently turning your face back toward him.

"Hey."

Katsuki's voice is quiet. No edge to it. His thumb traces your jaw, and when you meet his eyes, there's none of the heat from a moment ago -just that focused intensity he gets when he's really seeing you.

"Nothin' to be sorry for." He says it like it's obvious. "You wanna keep a piece of me for when I'm gone?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip. A slow motion. "Then yeah. Record it. Record whatever you want." A pause. His voice drops, rough at the edges. "S not weird. 'S sweet. In a real fuckin' sexy way."

He leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead. Stays there for a breath.

'Sides," he says against your skin, "gives me somethin' to think about when I'm out there, knowin' you're home watchin' me takin' care of you."

He pulls back, reaching for your phone on the nightstand.

Holds it out to you.

"Go ahead. Set it up wherever you want."

You reach down, grabbing the phone and adjusting it until it's propped against your breasts, angled perfectly to capture his face hovering. The frame catches everything —his disheveled blonde hair, those red eyes dark with want, the way his lips part as he looks at you.

You hit record. The timer starts.

🔴

Katsuki's gaze flicks to the phone for half a second, then back to your face. A slow grin spreads across his lips —not mocking, but appreciative. Like he's enjoying the audience of it.

"Good girl."

He lowers his head without breaking eye contact. His tongue drags flat and warm through your folds, from bottom to top, a slow taste that makes your hips jump. He hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine.

"Mm. Better than I remembered."

His eyes flutter shut as he goes in again, tongue circling your clit with focused precision. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he settles in like a man with nowhere else to be.

You whimper his name “Katsuki” the sound pulled from somewhere deep as your eyes flick to the phone screen.

The angle catches everything. The spread of your thighs. The glisten of your skin. And him. His blonde head between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit in quick strokes. The sight makes your breath hitch.

You watch him through the screen eating you out, and it's almost too much. The way his tongue catches your clit with each pass. The way his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, keeping you split open for him. How focused he is. How utterly devoted.

He glances up and catches you watching through the phone. His eyes hold yours through the lens, and he doesn't stop. Doesn't slow. His tongue drags slower, flatter, a deliberate show of it, before his lips close around your clit and he sucks.

A muffled moan escapes you.

His eyes never leave the camera.

"Mmm, fuck—" the sound slips out before you can stop it, raw and completely unguarded.

"d-don't look at me like that" The words come out weaker than you intend, cheeks burning, yet you never look away. Your eyes stay fixed on the screen —on him, on the way those sharp red eyes seem to see straight through you.

It’s the intensity of his gaze that gets to you most. The confidence. The way he holds your attention like he already knows you can’t break away.

He holds your gaze through the camera —tongue pressing harder, circling faster, his nose nudging your clit with each pass. One of his hands leaves your thigh, and you see two fingers disappear into his mouth on screen, wetting them before they slide down to press against your entrance.

He pushes in without breaking rhythm. Two fingers, slow and deliberate. Pushing until they’re all the way in. His eyes stay fixed on the lens, biting his lip at the way you grip his fingers.

A half whimper, half his name sound leaves your lips as your hips rock against his mouth involuntarily. The phone trembles against your breasts, but one of your hands holds the angle capturing everything.

Katsuki's lips curve into a smile against your clit. Smug. Like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Your breath comes in sharp, ragged pants, each exhale a shaky testament to how good he's working you over. The phone screen shows it all his fingers pumping slowly, rhythmically, glistening with your slick with every stroke in and out. You can see how wet you are for him. How thoroughly he's taken you apart.

Katsuki's eyes flick up to the camera again. His tongue curls around your clit, presses flat, and he moans against you —a low, satisfied sound that vibrates through your whole body.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, drags them up through your folds, there’s a trail of your arousal connecting you two “fuck!” he taps his fingers against your mess causing your arousal to splatter all over. You watch on the screen as he sucks them clean, eyes never leaving the lens. A show. For you.

He speaks against your thigh, voice rough "taste good, pretty girl. Could do this all night." He lowers his head again, but this time his tongue traces a slow, teasing number 8 around your pussy.

Drawing it out. Making you wait.

"m'so turned on, baby —mouth's so damn good."

You arch into him, hips lifting off the mattress, chasing the pressure you know he's withholding. Your hand comes down, tangling in his hair, gripping the blonde spikes as you try to guide him back where you need him.

He lets you. For a moment.

His tongue finally makes contact -flat and warm against your clit -and the sound you make is almost embarrassing. He laps at you slowly, deliberately, dragging each pass out until you’re almost trembling. His fingers find your entrance again, sliding in without resistance, curling into that spot that makes you ridiculously wetter.

Through the screen, you watch his mouth work you.

Watch your own body respond. You feel your juices running everywhere. It's dizzying.

Katsuki pulls back just enough to speak, lips brushing against your slick skin. "Keep them pretty eyes on that screen. Wanna watch yourself come for me."

"fuuckkk yessss-" your voice pitches high, almost a squeak, as you babble through the haze of pleasure. Each word comes between desperate pants.

"Want-" A sharp inhale. "Your tongue-"

Another gasp as his fingers curl inside you.

"Inside."

The request tumbles out broken and raw, and you feel him pause against you. His eyes flick up to the screen, meeting yours through the lens. A beat of stillness.

Then he pulls his mouth away entirely causing you to whimper at the loss, but before you can protest, you watch on the phone as his tongue extends and presses flat against your entrance.

He looks at the camera. At you. Then pushes inside.

The sensation is wet and warm and almost foreign in the best way, his tongue curling and exploring, tasting you from the inside. His nose presses against your clit as he buries himself deeper, muffling a groan that vibrates through your core.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles while his tongue works you open from within.

Your hand claps over your mouth, muffling the sounds that threaten to spill out as your hips roll to meet his tongue. Your other hand tangles in his spikes, pulling him deeper, holding him there as he works you open from the inside.

Through the phone screen, you watch it all —the way your hips rock against his face, the way his nose is buried against your clit, the way his eyes are half-lidded and focused on the task at hand.

He moans against you, the vibration travelling through your core, and your back arches off the bed, a broken sound escaping despite your hand. His tongue curls, presses deeper, and his fingers on your clit never stop their relentless circles.

The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly, your thighs trembling around his head. You grip his hair harder, grinding against his mouth-

And then his free hand comes up, pulling your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers. His eyes find the camera. Find you.

"Come for me," he says against your skin, voice muffled but clear. "Wanna see it. Wanna hear it."

With trembling fingers too zoom in closer —capturing the exact moment his tongue dips inside you again, the way your slick coats his lips, the focused furrow of his brow.

The detail is obscene.

He bobs his head with his tongue firm literally fucking you with it —you’re almost teary eyed seeing your wetness glistening on his tongue. Threads of your juices keep extending from his lips and chin when he pulls up. It’s borderline maddening.

"Mm-god. You eat me so good. So good. So good."

Your voice pitches higher with each repetition, hips rocking against his face in a desperate rhythm. The coil in your belly draws tight, electric and inevitable.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—"

The words cut off as the orgasm slams into you, sudden and overwhelming. Your back arches off the bed, a broken cry escaping your throat as your thighs clamp around his head. Through the phone screen, you watch yourself come undone. You watch his tongue still working inside you, his fingers never stopping their circles on your clit, his eyes fixed on the camera as he drinks down every pulse of your release.

He doesn't stop until your hips stop bucking. Until you're limp and trembling, chest heaving, the phone slipping from your grasp to land on the sheets beside you.

He crawls up your body, face slick, lips swollen. Presses a kiss to your collarbone. Then your jaw. Then your cheek.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he says against your skin, voice wrecked. "Gotta watch that back later. Gonna make me hard just seein' it." His mouth follows right after —letting you taste yourself. His cock hot and leaky with pre pressing against your side and waiting for you.

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[proherodynamightkatsuki]

"Morning brat. How do you like your eggs?"

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Shout out to my favorite @christyartist for absolutely slaying yet again, another commission for me! These boys are from a co-written fanfiction of myself, and @nycahowell called Who Do You Trust? It is an MHA X Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town AU. Izuku is a city boy who moved to the quiet island of Yueii to take over farming while Katsuki is the explosive adopted grandson and apprentice of the infamous Blacksmith, Yagi. The plot twist? It's not all about farming and reviving an run down farm. There's mystery🧐 There's suspense 🫣 Murder 🔪 Romance 💕 Lore 🥸 and so much more.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85159241/chapters/224866631

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Katsuki Bakugo x Time Travelling Quirk!Reader (Gender Neutral)

a/n : Got this idea while sleeping, inspired by the fanfics of Bakugo's children travelling through time and meeting him while he's a teenager. I'm in love with this trope <3 For the quirk I had Ramona (from Scott Pilgrim vs the World) in mind, she can travel through time to deliver the video tapes if I'm not mistaken. I think it can make a really great quirk! Hope you enjoy it! /!\ Heavy use of they/them

wc : 3.9k

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You knew your quirk was powerful when used properly. But enough to send you hurtling through time and space? That was a first for you. You let out a sigh, trying to recover from the exertion that this forced journey had taken out of you. Scanning your surroundings, you finally landed your eyes on two very familiar people : one of them, as you could only guess, was you, but older. The features of your face that you saw every morning in the mirror gave it away. Though, your older self had lost the childish and teenage traits you still had. And the other… Katsuki Bakugo. Older than the one you knew, obviously. But the sharp features of his face, his messy blonde hair and his piercing red eyes were unmistakably his. 

The two pro hero adults were staring at you with wide disbelieving eyes. You quickly scanned your surroundings again. Right. You had most likely landed in a living room where these two were having a casual breakfast. Well, not really casual anymore, you thought to yourself. Bowls of cereals were forgotten on the table at your unexpected apparition.

“Okay. What the hell is happening?!” Older Katsuki spoke up with his rough and explosive tone, definitely pissed off to be bothered in the morning. “Who are you?” He accused. Couldn’t he catch a break even in his own apartment?

Older you rolled their eyes, sighing. “Really, Tsuki? Can’t you see that’s me? Just… Younger.” Older you countered, waving their hand awkwardly towards you. 

“I can see that, dumbass.” He scoffed, definitely offended. 

The two adults were arguing in what looked like either foreplay or a scene that was about to end in murder, whilst you, still sitting on the floor, stared at them, your mind racing. It was logical, your quirk had brought you to the closest thing it could link itself to through time and space : yourself. So it could only mean that it was your future. However, now that you saw that, is it really your future or did you change the course of your timeline? You dived so deep in your thoughts you didn’t even notice they had stopped arguing, and were pretty much watching you again. You snapped back to reality, rising to your feet. You had to find a way back in your own present. Because if it wasn’t fun enough to time travel, you didn’t know how you did it. You hoped Older you could help you with that matter. 

“You’re both pro heroes by now, aren’t you? Thus responsible adults.” You asked.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?! Tch. Of course we’re responsible pro heroes.” Older Katsuki countered, annoyed. Older you nodded positively. 

You glanced at Older Katsuki, noticing how, first of all, good-looking of a man he had become, and how he seemed calmer than his irritating teenage self who would already have exploded and thrown hands. That’s improvement, you observed. Then something clicked in your mind. The domestic setting, the casual scenery, the way both of them were wearing matching teeshirts… The gears switched in place. 

“Wait wait wait.” You held up your hands, horrified. “What are you to each other?” You asked, fearing the answer. Your eyes were going back and forth between the two adults.

“What do you mean what are– ooooohhh right.” Older you smirked. “You didn’t realize it yet.” 

“Realize what?”

“That you’re fucking obsessed with me, sweets.” Older Katsuki replied, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily. The Bakugo from your present would never use petnames,  at least not soft ones, he was running on insults. Hearing a soft nickname from his lips felt so wrong. Yet the feeling wasn’t displeasing.

Older you rolled their eyes, glancing at the blonde man. “You can talk, Tsuki. You’re no better. Never were.” 

“Tch.” He looked away, blushing slightly and crossing his well defined arms over his chest.

“Stop. You’re telling me I–as in myself– have a crush on Bakugo? That egotistical narcissistic spoiled brat?” You deadpanned. “Never. I can assure you I would never have a crush on him.”

Older Bakugo’s head snapped back to you, giving himself whiplash. He looked like you kicked his puppy and insulted his ego (which you did). 

“What?” You defended yourself at the look he was giving you. “I’d rather have a crush on Mineta, at least he doesn’t have anger issues.”  

Older you bursted out laughing, holding their stomach. They were laughing so hard they actually fell out of their chair, tears forming in their eyes. Kacchan, on the other hand, looked like he was about to give up any hope of ever finding happiness and like he was doomed for a life of misery. One of you already was a (lovingly) lot to deal with sometimes… But two of you? Moreover, the younger one absolutely looked horrified at the idea of you and him together : it was painfully obvious you haven’t understood your feelings yet. Yeah, the day was about to be exhausting. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. 

“Sorry.” Older you stood up, wiping the tears away. “We should focus on getting you back to your present.” They stated, not even trying to hide, they were still holding back laughter. 

“Good idea. I don’t want to deal with that brat any longer. They’re pissing me off.” Older Katsuki retaliated. 

“Hey! You’re still talking about me. Watch your tongue.” Older you retorted with a scoff. 

Older Katsuki groaned. “Did you hear how your younger self talked about me? I’m really trying to not kick their ass.” 

“See what I mean?” You interrupted. “Trouble with anger management. Really how do you cope with that on a daily basis?” 

“You little–” Older Bakugo started, stepping closer to you. 

Older you was quicker, putting their hands on the blonde man’s chest to stop him. “You know what? Go to the agency and warn Best Jeanist. Maybe he’ll have an idea of how to send them back. And we’ll avoid you murdering an innocent person.” 

“Innocent isn’t how I’ll describe them.” He grumbled. 

“I don’t want to stay with him anyway. I’d rather stay with myself.” You added. 

“And they’re calling me egoistical.” He spat under his breath as he exited the apartment, grabbing his keys and phone on the way. 

Once the grown man left, you turned to watch your older self. “So you’re really dating him?” You asked, not hiding your disgust. 

They smiled faintly, a loving expression on their face that almost made you puke. “Yeah, we’ve been dating for a while. Now that I’m thinking about it, it happened after our first year in UA. So it should be around the age you are.”

“What do you even find in him? He’s a prick.” 

“I thought that too, before I started learning to know him. I assure you he’s a softball. He acts all rough and tough, but that’s just a façade.” 

“I’d never have a crush on him.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

You huffed, annoyed. Glancing around the apartment, you noticed the domestic settings. Surprisingly, the space was clean and tidy, but it felt warm and welcoming. That was definitely your vision of what you’d call a home, yet mixed with someone else’s, probably Katsuki’s. Though, you weren’t a cleanliness freak and you definitely didn’t mind when something wasn’t in its right place. Seeing you analyzing the surroundings, you older self spoke up. 

“Tsuki’s rather strict on keeping the place well ordered and spotless. Surprised?” They smirked, observing you. 

“Rather, yeah. Never thought he’d be like that.” You acknowledged. 

“He’s full of surprise.” 

You cleared your throat, glancing back at them. “Anyway. This is fancy and all but I'd like to go back. How do I do that?” You asked. 

Your older self shrugged. “Don’t you have an idea? I think you should figure it out by yourself. It’s your quirk.” 

“Our quirk.” You corrected. 

“Our quirk.” They paused. “What were you doing right before you time traveled?” 

Followed a long day of trying to figure out how you travelled through time. Your Older self wouldn’t tell you, which only fed your frustration. You were curious about your relationship with Bakugo, yet deep down you refused to think about what that meant for you and the Katsuki you knew. Could it be that he was secretly crushing on you and you hadn’t noticed? Just the thought of what your future might hold gave you butterflies in your stomach, mixed with a strange sense of apprehension. By the time you’d figured out how to return to your own present and travelled back in time after saying goodbye to yourself, Older Katsuki had already gone home.

“The brat’s gone?” He asked gruffly, putting the keys away. 

“The brat’s gone.” Older you replied with a soft smile. “It was weird, seeing myself in my teenage years again.” You remarked. 

Older Katsuki hummed, hugging you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder. “Good. They were pissing me off.” He paused, resting his chin and burying his face in your neck. “Forgot how fierce you used to be.” 

Older you raised an eyebrow. “Used to be? Am I not fierce anymore?” You teased. 

“Hmpf… You know you are, sweets. But you’re not stubborn about your feelings towards me anymore.” He explained. 

“Still, I wonder what’s going to happen when they see younger you again.” They wondered, smirking. “I’m pretty sure it’s going to be an explosive encounter.” 

The blonde man chuckled lowly. “I’d pay to see that...” 

Back to your own present, you landed on your butt again, falling in a forward roll. It was night time. The practice field was deserted. The class was probably back in the dorms dedicated to them. You stood up and dusted your pants. 

First of all, you went to Professor Aizawa’s quarters to signal them you were still alive and well. You explained the situation, and that it was due to your quirk. You hadn’t been kidnapped by a villain. Obviously, you left out anything related to Bakugo and you’ve only mentioned your encounter with your older self. Once the teacher told you to go back to your dorm, you obliged... Nonetheless, you stopped on the boy's floor, tiptoeing your way to Bakugo’s door. He was probably asleep by now, it was 11pm after all and he was known for being an early sleeper. You looked around, making sure no one noticed you. You sighed, knowing you should just go and talk to him tomorrow. But your mind was racing with questions, demanding answers. And you sensed you wouldn’t sleep until you got what you wanted. 

You raised your hand, knocking softly on the door. You were met with no answer. You knocked louder. Still nothing. You should’ve given up already by now. Too late. Rationality wasn’t your strength. You bursted the door open, stepping into the dark room. As expected, Katsuki was in his bed. If he had been sleeping soundly, he was now looking very much startled as he swiftly sat up. His defense reflexes were on edge. 

“WHAT THE HELL?!” He snapped. “ARE YOU CRAZY??”

You mentally replied that yeah, you likely were. You closed the door behind you, flicking the lights on. “I need answers.” 

He blinked multiple times, trying to adapt to the new brightness of the room. A frown was adorning his appealing face. You inwardly groaned at the thought of starting to find him pretty just because of his older self. 

“What the hell can be so important that you burst in and demand answers that late?” He snorted, leaning against the headboard of his bed. “Your disappearing act made you more insane than you already were, weirdo?” Surprisingly, he hadn’t thrown hands and thrown explosions at you to make you leave.

“Shut up and listen to me.” You countered, pointing at him. It only owed you a skeptical look from him. “I absolutely despise your guts. You only care about yourself. You’re so freaking obsessed with getting better, as if you weren’t already a damn beast, it makes you disgustingly unbearable. You don’t care about your classmates nor your friends. Your quirk is dangerous, you are dangerous and unstable. It’s only a matter of time before you harm someone you shouldn’t harm or even yourself. I don’t know what possessed the committee to accept you into UA, I don’t know why the teachers somehow trust you. You’re loud, you’re arrogant, you’re crude with your words, you have no self restraint, you’re aggressive. You have not one quality for becoming a pro hero except your strength. And also what the hell of a nickname is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight? It honestly sucks.” You snapped. At the end of your monologue, you were slightly panting, cheeks slightly flushed. “So why. Why did I see us, together in the future?” You asked, desperate. All the tension from your exhausting day unleashing on a half-asleep Katsuki. 

The blonde boy stared at you, speechless. The revelations you made were throwing him off. He knew you disliked him, to his silent dismay, but that much? He never noticed it and your words cut deeper than he’d admit. He usually would’ve snapped back with some insult and thrown you out of his dorm. But your words caught his attention. 

“The fuck you mean you saw the future?” He asked.

Your brain froze for a second. Yeah, right. He saw you disappear but he didn’t know you had accidentally travelled to the future. By now, only you and Professor Aizawa knew about that upgrade of your quirk.

“Yeah, my quirk allows me to travel through time and space apparently.” You sighed, suddenly feeling the weight of the day on your shoulders. “That’s why I disappeared earlier, I went to the future.” You revealed. 

Bakugo stayed silent for a second, taking in the information. “And you saw us together? What do you mean?” He asked. Only now you noticed how calmer he seemed to be around you. If Denki or someone else would’ve dared to wake him up, you swore he would’ve been way more aggressive. You hated how you were starting to pick up slight details about him, the deep colour of his eyes, the soft look of his skin… 

“I mean that I saw us together. In the same apartment, wearing matching teeshirts. Older us told me we--they were dating.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ I don’t know how that can happen since I truly believe you’re unbearable.”

“Tch". 

“You don’t have to say anything. I just needed to get things off my chest.” You stared at him for a second before exiting his room while saying. “Sorry for bothering you.” You flicked the light off on your way out and closed the door behind you. 

Katsuki blinked several times, unsure of how to feel. His chest felt strangely tight. Groaning, he laid back down on his bed, throwing his arm over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. You had been his crush since the beginning of the year. With the revelation that you and him had a future together, he should feel happy, but your sharp words about him made him feel conflicted. He sighed, closing his eyes, forcing his brain to shut down so he could sleep again. 

The next few days were awkward between the two of you. You tried to avoid his discreet glances, you tried to avoid any interaction with him and you tried to avoid watching him. Though, it was growing more and more complicated to ignore the giddy feeling in your chest whenever you caught a glimpse of him. At the same time, Katsuki was getting annoyed by the fact you purposely disregarded him. Since you two weren’t the closest classmates, no one was aware of the subtle tension : to everyone’s eyes, everything was normal. You hoped that it’d stay that way, and you hoped that if you ignored the blonde boy for long enough, your feelings would disappear on their own. 

After a week, Bakugo could no longer bear that attitude of yours. So he grabbed you by the arm and forced you to follow him to the training grounds. The night was starry, cloudless. Silence was feeling the surroundings, sometimes broken by the sounds of insects. At first you said nothing, not wanting to be noticed by your classmates. When the two of you finally were alone, you glared at him. 

“What do you want, Bakugo?” You spat.

“You’re ignoring me. I don’t like it.” He admitted. He was glad it was dark enough you couldn’t see the tip of his ears growing pink. “You can be upset, you can hate me all you want. But you can’t keep bottling up these feelings, dumbass.” 

You scoffed. “You suddenly became a therapist?” 

He ignored your jab. “Take it all out on me.” 

“...What?” 

“I can take it. I’m strong. Take out your frustration on me.” He paused. “I’ll willingly do it if it makes you feel better.” He looked away for a second, before glancing back at you. “If anything it’ll just be another work-out for me.” He justified his act of kindness. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned around to leave. 

“I’m serious.” He called out. “Use me as a punching ball. No quirks, no accessories. Just us. You, hitting me. I promise I won’t retaliate.” 

“You’re literally insane.” You countered, exasperated. Reluctantly, you turned around again and walked towards him. 

For the next half-hour, you latched everything on him. He was fighting back–we’re still talking about Katsuki Bakugo– yet he wasn't trying to hurt you or get the better of you. He was just making it more interesting for himself while still letting you pour out your feelings physically. You were sure he was working on his dodges, but you didn’t care. Your focus was on the punches you were throwing. For once, you let your frustration take over, swallowing you whole. It was freeing to let out everything you bubbled up during the last week. And you were glad you could latch it on the source of your unease. The 30 minutes had been intense, and the limits of your physical strength finally caught up to you. Your legs gave out, and before you could fall, Katsuki grabbed you by the waist, his hands resting on the small of your back. 

You stared at him with wide surprised eyes. He looked astounded by his own reflexes. For a second, he considered pulling away and letting you fall on the ground to hide his awkwardness. He was an asshole, but not to the point of letting go of you. 

“Tch. Be careful, idiot.” He said, uncharacteristically soft. 

Blushing, you straightened up and took a step back, pulling away from him. He reluctantly let go.

 “Sorry.” You apologised, embarrassed. 

“It’s nothing.” He looked away, already missing your warmth against him. It had felt so natural to hold you close. He didn’t understand why he felt so weak in the knees at your proximity-- well he did, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. He sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Y’feel better now?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah, a bit. Thank you Bakugo.” 

“Katsuki.” 

“Uh?” 

“Please call me Katsuki.” He mumbled, ashamed at his moment of vulnerability. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t like–Hmpf” He didn’t want to finish that sentence, it would admit being weak. “Just call me that.” 

“Okay, Katsuki.” You tested his name on your lips, it felt familiar. Your chest tightened, you couldn’t deny you liked him anymore. It was obvious. 

The blonde man’s stomach did a flip at the sound of his name in your mouth. He wanted to hear it again. He stared back at you. The quietness of the night made the moment feel like a warm, safe, intimate blanket.

“So you did see us together in the future, uh?” He spoke up. 

“Yeah. Felt weird.” You admitted. 

“Tch. Weird how?” 

“It feels weird to see yourself in the future in general, I guess. And knowing that we’ll eventually end up together...” 

“You don’t like that idea?” 

“No… It’s not that.” You paused, sighing. “I.. I actually like you. More than I’d like to admit… But I don’t want you, or me, to feel forced to date because of something I saw in my future.” 

“I don’t feel forced.” He countered. 

You frowned. “What do you mean?” 

He sighed, frustrated that you didn’t understand what he was saying. “I mean that I like you too, dumbass. I did before I knew we had some kind of future together.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He might be confessing but his shitty attitude wasn’t going away.

“Did you?” Your head tilted slightly, feeling butterflies growing in your stomach. You mirrored his posture.

“Mhm.” He acknowledged. “...Did we look happy?” 

“In the future? Yeah. We looked content and healthy, somehow…” You paused. “Perhaps we’re not as toxic as one could think.” 

“You do have a shitty attitude.” He said, dropping eye-contact. 

“Says he.” You raised an eyebrow teasingly. “I’m not the one who snaps every other hour for some insignificant thing.” 

He was about to bark back a jab, but he forgot what he was to say, distracted. His eyes flicked to your mouth as you spoke. You smirked. 

“You don’t have anything to say? Well that’s a first.” You taunted. 

“Shut up.” He stepped closer, putting a hand on your cheek. You had a reflex of pulling away, but you stopped yourself. You didn’t want to pull away. “Can I?” He breathed out. When did things escalated this quickly? Though, you weren't complaining. 

You swallowed, then nodded. He tilted his head as he leaned in, closing his eyes. You did the same. When your lips interlocked, your hands went to his cheeks, pulling him closer to make the kiss last longer. Katsuki pulled away first after a few seconds, hesitant. He stared at you while you kept your eyes closed for a moment, your brain catching on. Both your cheeks were flushed. 

“Are you sure you’re–” Katsuki started, but he was cut by you kissing him again. He reluctantly smiled faintly against your lips. “Dumbass.” He murmured against you. 

“Shut up..” You chuckled quietly. “You’re insufferable.” 

“Mhm.” He rested his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to date now if you’re afraid you’re only doing it because of what you saw. I’ll wait for you, until you're ready.” 

“You’re actually being sweet?” You teased. 

He groaned. “You just had to break the moment. Don’t tell a soul about this. I’m serious.” 

“I’ll keep my mouth shut, I swear.” You raised your hand in surrender, smiling. 

“Fine. Otherwise I’ll deny everything.” He took a step back, putting his hands in his pockets, looking away. You saw the moment he went back to his usual tough persona, replacing the vulnerable one. “Let’s go back.” 

You nodded and followed him, sneaking your hand in his. Instead of pushing it away, he took your hand securely while walking in the night. 

You stared at his side profile, a faint smile on your face. Yeah, you could definitely spend the rest of your day with him. You understood the words of your Older you ‘he’s full of surprise’. Suddenly you didn’t want to deny any feelings you had for him : you wanted to see everything he had to offer and more. 

Katsuki squeezed your hand. “You’re staring.” 

“Yeah I am. Got a problem with it?” 

He smirked slightly, looking ahead. “Nah, definitely not.”

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Katsuki Bakugo x You!FemReader You meet Pro Hero Dynamight at the bar one night. Content: Drinking. Smoking. Aggressive Flirting. Making Out. Hooking Up In A Car. NSFW. Smut WC: 5k

This rundown place was recommended to you by a friend, but as you step inside you start to realize she probably has a poor taste of judgement. This is one of those places you'll find the worst type of profanity in sharpie on the bathroom stalls. With a huffed exhale to calm your anxiety you pull forward and push through the crowd to reach the bar in the back. You stand next to the agitated Pro Hero who is holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks in one hand and a smoke in the other. You didn't recognize him at first and minded your own business while waiting for the bartender. The air shifted as though someone just lit a fuse. Bakugo doesn't turn his head but his crimson eyes glance in your direction.

He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, smoke curling around sharp features before he exhales through his nose like an irritated bull. The burly and tatted bartender spots you and gives a nod of greeting before walking over.

"What are you having?"

"A shot of tequila and a sprite please."

Bakugo's fingers tap once against the glass in annoyance. Interruption in his brooding time? Unacceptable.

"Coming right up," the bartender gruffs and turns to grab the bottle. Meanwhile, you side glance at the person next to you from the tap getting your attention. You didn't get a good look though from your anxiety preventing you to look directly up at his face and brush it off.

His eye twitches slightly at your casual order. Tequila and a chaser like this is some damn party? His jaw tightens, crushing his cig into the ashtray with more force than necessary. He looks at your face fully. Eyes narrowed like he's sizing up a threat. Another silence stretches before he abruptly snorts.

"Tequila?" he mutters low and dripped with mockery. "You lookin’ to cry later or somethin’?"

This stranger now has your full attention. You've handled assholes before.

"I bet you can't even handle a shot of tequila. Who the hell do you think you-" Your head turns fully and unable to finish that seeing see who it is you're about to mouth off to.

"No freaking' way right now. Pro Hero Dynamight."

Bakugo's lips curl into a grin the second our eyes widen in recognition, surprise, and possible respect. It's worse than fear.

"Yeah," he cuts in before you can stammer another word, voice loud enough to draw glances from others within an earshot. "The hell’s wrong with you? Never seen someone better than you at everything?"

He leans forward slightly on the bar, elbows propped up like a predator ready to pounce. Not physically threatening yet, but emotionally dominant as ever. The bartender slides your shot with a tiny dish that had a lime wedge and a little pile of salt on it along with a glass of sprite towards you just as Bakugo flags him down with two fingers.

"Another whiskey," he orders without looking away from you. "And put whatever cheap-ass tequila she gets on my tab."

The damn audacity of this guy. Should probably say 'thank you' for that but you're not finished with him yet and not backing down just cause you realized who he is.

"You gonna back that up or is tequila the one thing that intimidates you?"

You sprinkle salt on your hand then tilt your head back, take the shot, and bite down on the wedge before the burn hits your throat. Your drink on the bar still as a backup if needed to pace yourself. Not the first time you've gone out drinking before.

Bakugo's grin turns feral. Oh, she's got spine. Not many people have the guts to talk back to him—let alone challenge him over a drink. His eyes flash dangerously close to respect and competitive the way you slammed that shot down like a champ. Without missing a beat he snatches your empty glass and the bottle left close the counter while ignoring the bartender bringing his whiskey, and pours another shot. He raises an eyebrow at you then downs it without salt and lime.

The whiskey hits Bakugo’s system fast, harder than he expected, especially after the tequila. His face doesn’t twitch, but his throat works slightly as he swallows back the burn. He slams the glass down a little too hard.

You just watch him do all that with no hesitation. You know damn well that tequila and whiskey dont mix. He's got some balls that's for sure.

"You're either really brave or actually hella stupid." Things got interesting so, despite what you just said, you take his untouched whiskey and down it. The burn on the back of your throat was felt and burned.

That earned you another you another sharp look. This time more intense than before. Not out of anger but intrigued. A low chuckle escapes him. It was rough around the edges like gravel.

"Tch… not bad," he admits. "For some random chick who wandered into my bar."

You take a quick drink of the sprite trying not to die and hold it together. "Your bar?"

You're holding back the tears and cough that burns your throat, vision blurring a fraction as the alcohol already begins to mix while looking at him this close. He smirks completely unrepentant. Your face expressions were adorable right now. Not that he'd ever say that out loud.

"Yeah, my bar. I come here all the time. Owners know me.” He says with a shrug.

He leans in close enough that you can smell smoke and liquor on him. Then eyes your hand like he’s debating round two. He suddenly barks out:

"Bartender! Another round."

You nearly choke. "Haven't you ever heard of pacing?"

Pacing? Please.

"I don’t pace," he scoffs. "I dominate."

The next round of drinks arrive. Another shot of tequila and a shot of whiskey. Bakugo nudges yours towards you with two fingers. "Your move."

You look at the shot debating if you should really do this and already seeing into the future as it being a bad mistake. But you did challenge him and this is what you're in for.

"I guess asking what a hero like you is doing at a place like this is out of the question then?" You pick up the shot and hold it up to your face. Already way past warming up you take the shot without salt or lime this time.

Bakugo's expression darkened for a moment at your question. That 'hero like you' comment hit differently. Like everyone expects him to be out saving people 24/7, flashing smiles for cameras, and posing on billboards. He doesn’t answer right away, nodding in approval. Taking that shot straight took guts.

"Yeah. It is." He finally grumbles.

A beat of silence. He spins his glass slowly between his fingers.

"I’m off-duty. Not that it’s any of your business." He mutters.

The bar noise fades into a background hum: low music playing from an old jukebox in the corner and a few couples laughing quietly over drinks. You look around casually aware of the energy shift. It's now charged with something unspoken.

"And this is just where you end up every time?" You ask as if it's the most casual thing over drinks whereas pretty sure many people would treat him as just another celebrity, asking for autographs and what-not.

Bakugo follows your gaze as you scan the dimly lit bar; worn-out stools, peeling wallpaper, an old pool table, and a few regulars who don’t even glance his way. No fans screaming. No paparazzi flashing cameras. Just normalcy. And yeah, this is where he ends up about every Saturday night, same whiskey order.

"Yeah," he admits quieter now. Not angry or defensive like usual when someone asks about his habits. "I come here cause no one bothers me." A pause.

"Most people act all stupid around me," he adds, glancing at you sideways. "You’re… different."

"Hm." You face forward, pull a pack of smokes out of your purse, and pull a cig out. You light it up. Pretty sure your words are just half-booze now. "You're still people just like everybody else."

His eyes lock on to the cigarrette in your hands. The flame flickers, illuminating your face for a second, softening the edges and making you look less like some random civilian. He just watches how casually you take a drag, exhale smoke through slightly parted lips. The same way he does after a long fight or bad days.

Your words hit him harder than they should, clenching his jaw. Something tight in his chest loosens a little and without permission he reaches over and plucks the cigarette from between your fingers. He takes a slow drag.

"Still the same as ever." You scoff amused, slightly surprised from the unexpectancy.

Bakugo hands the smoke back, brushing his calloused fingers from training and combat against yours slightly. That look in your eyes fuels him even more. He takes the shot of whiskey and relaxes his shoulders against the bar. The tension has melted a bit.

"Yeah," he says simply. "Still me."

A beat passes where neither of you say anything else. Nothing awkward, just two people don’t need to fill every second with noise to feel okay. The bartender walks by again and Bakugo flags him down once more.

"Two more. Just whiskey."

As your taking a drag your eyes widen and you nearly inhale wrong.

"Another one?!" You snap your head at him almost choking and coughing. You take a drink of sprite to wash it down.

He shoots you a look that is half annoyed and half amused. Like duh, it should be obvious. He's not stopping now and neither should you.

"Yeah. Another one." He says it as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

The bartender slides over two fresh shots of whiskey this time. Bakugo lifts his without hesitation and raises it slightly toward you. Not quite a toast, but close enough. A challenge hangs in that gesture: keep up and don’t tap out. He locks his eyes on yours over the rim of his glass.

"You're on." You pick up the shot glass after internally debating with yourself if you should go with it or not.

To you this is now becoming madness. Okay, he didn't back down and can prove that he can drink tequila but let's be real here. Not only is he a guy but he obviously has more mass by being muscular and weighing more. Theres no way in hell you can keep up with that. You take the shot. It hits your throat wrong this time and your face of disgust shows it all. Cause honestly too, you hate whiskey and was just showing off at first. You push it back pressing your hand against your mouth to not puke.

Bakugo smirks again. Not meanly, well, okay, maybe a little, but more like 'ohhh, she was bluffing this whole time'.

"Hah," he mutters under his breath. "You hate whiskey."

It’s not an accusation, just an observation. He leans in. "You took that like a grandma."

You pull your hand away from your mouth and set the glass down. "You're right. I'm not a fan of it."

You're not sure if your words are starting to slur and blend together now at this point. You take another drag of the smoke that's been chilling in your other hand for a minute now.

The cigarette smoke curls around you both and Bakugo watches the way your fingers cradle it; calm and relaxed despite the alcohol buzzing under your skin. He actually respected your honesty. No pretending, no forcing yourself to keep up like some prideful idiot. Just admitting it. Instead of more teasing he plucks the smoke from your fingers again and takes another slow drag.

You focus your eyes on him with a scrunch of your face. "Are you gonna make a habit of that?" You slur.

Avoiding your face he exhales a slow stream of smoke upwards. His crimson eyes then flick down to yours, catching that flush on your cheeks. And damn. She's actually kind of really cute when flustered. He stares at you for half a second too long. Then with zero warning and absolutely no grace whatsoever Bakugo leans forward and kisses you. It was short, firm, and over before you could even react.

He pulled back fast and his face which is usually all scowls and fury, is bright pink. He didn't plan that.

For a moment everything stilled. Your mind tries to make out what just happened and now with the alcohol taking over it's telling you to do crazy things. "What the hell was that?"

Bakugo clears his throat roughly and looks away instantly, staring hard at the wall behind the bar like it personally offended him. For a guy who screams "I’M THE BEST!", "SHUT UP!", "DIE!" this is deadly awkward silence.

"I dunno," he mutters after going seconds without speaking, voice lower than usual. "Just… did."

The Camel 99 in his hand? Forgotten.

You shut your brain off before you overthink it. Fuck it. You lean over a give his cheek a sloppy drunk kiss.

Bakugo freezes. Full-system shutdown. His entire body locks up. No explosions. No yelling. Just pure, unfiltered shock. The cigarette falls from his fingers and lands on the bar with a tiny plop, almost unnoticed. He slowly turns his head back toward you, eyes wide, and pupils blown slightly from alcohol.

He suddenly grabs your face with both hands, a little too aggressively, and kisses you properly.

In that moment time itself frozen. This time its your eyes widening out of shock. You don't pull away. Your eyes flutter and kiss him back.

The kiss deepens, clumsy at first, because neither of you are sober enough to be smooth about it. But the intensity? That’s all Bakugo. His lips move against yours with a fierce kind of desperation like he’s trying to prove something, or maybe just feeling something for once without analyzing it.

One hand stays cupped roughly around your jaw, brushing your cheekbone by accident with his thumb while the other slides into your hair. Not pulling yet, but close. The bar noise fades completely. Its now just this: two people kissing like they’ve known each other forever instead of just meeting an hour ago over shots and smirks.

You push into it. He's surprisingly a good kisser. Duh. So many girls probably push themselves in his direction, and then everything came to a screeching halt at the thought flooding your mind.

'Am I just being another one of them?'

You break the kiss, pulling away. You look into his eyes what felt like slow motion.

"I'm so stupid."

With your purse on my shoulder and cigarette forgotten you walk away from him and the bar with ungraceful steps.

Bakugo's breath is uneven and just stays there for a second in a daze. Then his stomach drops.

Not out of anger, but confusion? Possibly hurt? Something raw and unfamiliar burns worse than any explosion ever could inside him.

"Hey-!"

He chases after you through the crowd in long strides.

Outside the cold night air hits you the second you burst through the bar door, sharp and sobering. A contrast to the warm haze of alcohol inside. You don’t look back.

Your steps are unsteady but determined, heels clicking unevenly on the cracked sidewalk under dim streetlights. The city hums around you: distant traffic, muffled music from other bars down the block. Behind you boots hit pavement fast.

Bakugo catches up fast. "Wait! Damn it!"

In seconds his hand grabs your wrist, spinning you around firmly, but with gentleness. The streetlight casts harsh shadows over his face. His brows furrowed, eyes blazing with something frantic, like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he blinks.

"What the hell?!" he snaps, but not angry at you. Angry at the situation. Maybe at himself. His voice is rougher than usual from emotion more than alcohol now.

Instead of letting your wrist go he steps closer, enough that his body heat cuts through the chill, and stares into your eyes like they hold every answer in the world.

Your heart pounds in your chest. You're just a nobody but a random girl at the bar. "I didn't want to do something stupid. More than I already have."

His expression cracks just a little into something softer and vulnerable, which is rare for him. He moves his thumb unconsciously over the inside of your wrist like he can feel your pulse racing.

"Stupid?" he repeats quietly, low and rough. "What? Kissing me?"

He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t mock you for it. He cups your face with his free hand and kisses you slowly.

Your head is all fuzzy kissing him back again. "Yes. That."

Bakugo feels your breath against his lips warm and shaky. He doesn’t pull away. Can’t. He slides his hand from your cheek to your hair and deepens the kiss.

"I really shouldn't.." You murmur in between each kiss, but unable to stop from the buzz. Your mind says one thing but body is saying another. Which makes it trouble. With booze in your system you have the hots for him.

He gets your conflict between logic and want. Can taste it on you. He’s not drunk enough to be reckless, but definitely enough that his usual walls that scream "don't get close!" are cracked wide open. Bakugo nips your bottom lip before pulling back enough to look into your eyes. His own are darkened with desire and need.

“Stop thinking,” he says quietly and lowly enough for only your ears to hear.

The dominance in his voice sends a chill down your spine. He just makes you want to fall easily in line and have you say stupid things like 'yes sir.'

"But-"

Bakugo doesn’t let you finish. The second that 'but' escaped your lips his mouth crashes onto yours with fire. He moves his hand from your wrist to your waist and grip tightly to pull you against him with zero space left. 'Mine'.

And then he growls, an electric thrill shoots through him. You thought you could get him back and nip as well. You thought damn wrong. He took that as another challenge and he lives for them.

The sound rumbled through his chest low and feral. He kisses you even harder, sliding his hand up underneath the fabric of your shirt while the other in your hair still. Bakugo tilts your head back and bites down gently just above your collarbone. He doesn't play fair.

"Hh. Katsuki-" You gasp out, pressing your fingers into his bare shoulders since his black shirt is sleeveless.

His name coming from you in a gasp like that sent shockwaves through him. No one says his name like that. His breath hitched imperceptibly for half a second by how intimate that felt. Then he surges forward again, crashing his lips onto yours with renewed hunger.

"Got anywhere more private to go?" You moan breathless against his lips.

Bakugo pulls back just enough to see your face flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and chest rising and falling fast. His brain short-circuited for a moment and then he remembers his car parked out back behind the bar.

Without answering verbally because words are hard right now, he grabs your hand tightly and starts walking fast down the sidewalk. He doesn’t look back to see if you’re following. He knows you are. Your heels click steadily behind him. The city sounds fade into background noise.

Behind the building the sleek black pro hero vehicle comes into view, parked neatly in a parking spot with official black plates. Approaching it your mouth nearly hits the pavement. 'THATS HIS CAR?!!' For being modeled off of a Porsche 911 or GT-R R35 its damn gorgeous.

He fumbles slightly with his keys from fingers being temporarily uncoordinated at the moment and opens the back passenger door. You hop in without hesitation and he follows after, closing the door with a soft behind him.

It's spacious and clean with just a lingering burnt smell that would resemble like used matches or sulfur (assuming from his quirk), an air freshener, and him. The moment there's privacy behind the tinted windows you hop on his lap, straddling him.

Bakugo's breath hitches. Your weight on his thighs, body close enough to feel every rise and fall of his chest hit him like a shockwave. His hands fly up instinctively gripping your hip like an anchor and the other sliding up underneath your shirt. He crashes his mouth onto yours in another fiery and hungry kiss as if all restraint is officially burned away.

With your skirt hiked up you grind against him once, a moan escapes you for him to taste. His hips jerk up instinctively against yours at the contact. He unravels completely, turning the kiss sloppier, slipping his tongue past your lips

"Fuuck.." You pant breathless in between the kisses, swirling your tongue around his. His breathing ragged.

He damn near melts, moving his body in sync with yours, helping you move against him more deliberately with his hand down your thigh, rolling your hips while the other now in your hair entangled to keep you close. Another moan escapes you.

Your hand moves daringly down between the two of you to his pants and hook your finger into the waistand. Bakugo shivers, his lips freeze against yours for a split second.

Not out of rejection; his brain short-circuited completely. His pulse rockets, thundering in his ears like an explosion about to go off. Then reaction mode activated. Without breaking the kiss (because hell no) he grabs on to your wrist. Not to stopping you, just pausing as if to ask 'Are you sure?'. But then he slowly releases it. A silent yes.

You dont stop. With his hand hovering near your wrist you unbuckle his, filling the car with the rattle, following a quiet snap, and a zip.

Each action is deliberate and sends a fresh wave of heat through him. Bakugo doesn’t move to help you, but watches with intensity, breath shallow as your fingers work fast under drunken urgency. He exhales sharply through his nose and finally breaks eye contact only to lean forward again, capturing your lips once more.

You hand slides underneath the fabric to delicately wrap fingers around his shaft and free him in gently careful strokes.

"You didn't tell me you were this big," your words barely audible, mostly breathless pants. You hand stopping at the tip to tease him, rubbing your thumb over the hole, smearing his precum.

Bakugo chokes on his own breath. A low, guttural sound escapes him, half gasp, half groan, and muffled by the kiss. His whole body tenses like he’s been shocked along with a rush of pride. He knows hes big.

Without pulling away he breaks into action to get you unraveled, sliding his hand underneath your skirt, and presses his middle finger up against your covered slit.

Moaning into his mouth filthier your hips buck into his hand involuntarily, your hand strokes him more urgently. Needing him.

He matches your urgency, pressing his finger against the thin soaked fabric of your thong, rubbing slowly at first, testing how sensitive you are. But when another whimper slipped out no more teasing. Bakugo hooks one finger underneath the thin string and tugs downwards, moving it out of the way.

Your body reacts, holding his length delicately your hips lift lining him up along your folds in a slow grind, rolling your hips, you move your hand out of the way, and break the kiss to press your face into his neck causing his pulse to jump. His hands clamp down hard guiding you down on him, pressing his tip up against your entrance.

"Bakugo-!" You whimper into his neck.

A ragged groan rumbles from deep in his chest then turns his head slightly and presses a rough kiss just below your ear, then another along your jaw breathing you in.

You sink down on him slowly.

Bakugo’s entire body locks up in overwhelming sensation, head falling back against the seat with a quiet thud, and eyes squeezing shut for half a second like he’s trying not to lose control right then and there. A shaky exhale escapes him.

Whimpering into his neck at the aching stretch taking each inch slowly you roll your hips to accomodate to his size. To anchor yourself you bite down.

A deep, guttural groan tears from his chest and his arms clamp around you like iron bands. One hand gripping the back of your head and the other flat against your back. His hips twitch upward instinctively-a small jerk for more contact-but he stops himself. Barely restraining himself from taking over too fast.

You snap then and there, molding around him even tighter. Your walls flutter.

"Ha-" You practically cry into his neck feeling him deeply up in your lungs and hold him like a lifeline as you become one.

His body is on fire, vision blurred from the tight warmth, breathing ragged and uneven. He's snapping too. He can't wait or be restrained anymore. He kisses you desperately with a messy collision of lips and teeth as both your bodies move together for the first time.

Your fingers entangled in his hair to hold on with each subtle bounce to stay steady and not move erratically as each thrust pushes deep into your cervix. Every sound you make fuels him, even the trembling.

He’s never been this connected to someone during intimacy before. This is raw, real, and utterly consuming. Bakugo's thrusts grow more confident, steady, rhythmic. He kisses down your jawline, brushing lips wetly across skin between whispered huffs of breath.

You edge closer, tilting your head back. "Ohh god- like that." The only words you can make out.

A rush of possessiveness shoots through him. He sees it. Hears it. Feels how close you are and god he wants to be the reason. The only reason.

So without breaking rhythm his lips trail down lower to your neck and kisses there with a soft press then bites down. His thrusts stay steady, deliberate, angled perfectly to hit that spot deeply again and again.

"Ahh- I'm gonna. Ahh-!"

The second your body locks, tightening around him like a vice, walls clenching in that telltale way that only happens right before release, Bakugo feels it. And holy shit. It's overwhelming. He knows whats coming and something primal inside him surges forward to push you over completely. He hips snap sharper. Harder. More focused.

One arm wraps fully around your back to hold you flush against his chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck breathing hard and whispers for the first time.

"Come on…"

"Kats-" You cry out unfiltered, reaching your end. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" You mind blanks as the wave of pleasure crashes. Locking tightly around him the releasing.

It hits him like a detonation, unraveling every last shred of his control. Bakugo's hips stutter for a moment by the sensation. "Fuck.." He whispers low against your skin.

His orgasm hits him like a wave he didn’t see coming- powerful, deep, and completely overwhelming. Each pulse sends another low groan rumbling through his chest, muffled against your neck where his lips stay pressed as he unloads each rope of his release.

He holds you close as if afraid the moment might slip away. He doesn't say anything. Can't right now.

Everything stills and is silent for a moment. Theres just peace, warmth, and the lingering scent of alcohol, and sex. No sounds but heavy breathing, the occasional hum of a car on the road, and the faint creak of the seat as both of your bodies slowly settle.

You shudder in the aftermath and press a slow, hot, breathless kiss against his neck.

He doesn’t move right away. Just basking in how damn good that felt, then he slowly turns his head slightly and kisses your temple. Returning the gratitude.

Your eyes close relishing in the moment and find his lips. You give him one more slow and deep kiss. His hand cradles your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. No words still. Just savoring something precious.

You pull back to really look at him now that youre feeling more sober than before even though you're probably not. Yeah, that just happened. You're definitely still in a daze.

He looks at you as if he's really seeing you now for the first time since everything started. No scowl or attitude, just softness in his eyes that he'd never show anyone else. Bakugo brushes his thumb lightly over your skin still as he takes it all in and without thinking about it he smiles. It's small, but real. Everything feels different now than how it did a couple of hours ago when you were just strangers at a bar.

You smile back. "Is that a smile? Didn't think you had that in you." You tease a little breathlessly while basking in the afterglow.

For a second his smile falters at your teasing because it surprised him. He didn't mean to. It just happened like his face forgot how to be angry or intense around you. His expression shifts to something like mock offense.

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite or heat in it, and leans forward to press another brief kiss to your lips, then rests his forehead against yours.

Your smile widens. Oh yeah, you're basking and glowing in this. Maybe even gloating. Your eyes close again and rest against him as the exhaustion begins to creep in.

He wraps both arms around you protectively and lowers himself down fully on to the seat so you're more comfortable against his chest.

You hold on to him still. Theres nothing but silence til you whisper a lazy slur that's barely audible into his ear.

".. don't go to sleep.."

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𐔌͡ㅤׅㅤ ݃ ❪ SMAU MESSAGES WITH KATSUKI PART 7 ❫

─── ❪ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ❫ ⋮ messages with katsuki as ur boyfriend, but this time he is starting to realize how you feel when he does CERTAIN things ◞ he is starting to work his behavior a little better ! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

❪ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ❫ ⋮ swearing , slight angst ( ? ) , FLUFF / SUGGESTIVE , most of the suggestive things are just humor + jokes fyi ! 𓏼 ⑅ ⠀⠀ ׁ

⠀ NOTE 𓏼 ⑅ ⠀⠀ ׁ ⠀𑙕 . ᩙ.𓈒 ꛒ⠀ ﹔ currently trying to be as active as possible ﹐ so bare with me , i could literally CRY over the amount of support this little series is getting ( • ᴖ • ｡). i love doing these ! , they’re so cute ꒰♡˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱.

[katsu2ji]

in a heartbeat — k. bakugou

a/n: GUYS IM SEEING BTS HOLY SHITINVNEVJN

"slow down, doll." katsuki huffed as he let you pull him through the venue, the corners of his mouth tilting up despite the gruffness in his voice. "nothing selling out this soon." 

"you don't know that…" he heard you mumble, your pace not slowing as you beelined it for the merchandise table. 

he huffed in amusment as you continued, finding your determination for such a task endearing. you had both just arrived at the concert venue, and you had made it your mission to see the merch before the show started in case you wanted to buy anything. 

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katsuki surprised you with concert tickets to your favorite band a month ago. he had been planning this for a while; the moment he heard (from you, of course) that they were going on tour for the first time in years, he had already began thnking up the whole thing in his head. he didn't know the band very well aside from the songs he'd heard from your playlist, but he knew you—being able to see them live just once would be enough for you, and he was damn well sure gonna make it happen. 

when you first brought up the tour and he asked if you were going to get tickets, he wasn't expecting your deflated answer. 

"i don't know…they're a big group. they're probably going to sell out before i even get into the online queue." he saw your attempts at hiding your dissappoint on your face, but he heard it in your voice as you continued looking down at your phone, scrolling through the dates. 

he didn't say anything for a minute, thinking. then, getting up and walking toward you, he gently took your phone out of your hands and threw it on the bed. you had started biting your lip, your mind already spinning in doubt, and he hated it. he wrapped his arms around you, silencing your soft sounds of surprise. 

"don't worry about it. we'll go," he mumbled, trying to ease some of your anxiety. he rocked your bodies back and forth together and felt you melt into his warmth. 

"how?" your voice was mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, and he let out a dry laugh. he looked down as he felt of your head move and met your eyes. 

"why're you laughing?" 

he smiled ever so slightly; one anyone else, he found pouting to be very annoying. it's always been a cute look on you, though. 

"didn't i just say not to worry about it?" 

when the tickets went on presale a few weeks later, he stayed up late to make sure he got the best ones he could. sitting in the living room, the singlular light from his phone creating a beacon in the darkness, katsuki hunched over on the couch with intense focus. 

as the screen flashed with a confirmation of the two purchased seats, he felt his heart rate relax just a fraction. 

thank fuck, he thought as he sat back on the couch, letting out a breath in the dark. he had tried his hardest to relax all day, not wanting to alert you to anything strange happening. you had long given up the idea of being able to get tickets, but you knew presale was happening today and he could tell it was on your mind. 

he also knew that if he didn't get these tickets, he'd be extremely upset with himself. hence the relief that washed over him as he double checked his email, making sure the tickets were recieved. hating the feeling of anxiety the whole ordeal gave him, he shook his hands as he stood up, deciding it was finally time to go to bed. he yawned as he shuffled down the hall, creeping into your shared bedroom. 

you were still sleeping, thankfully. as he slid back into the familiar spot next to you, he felt the wave of sleep he'd been holding back wash over him and pull him down with you. as he drifted off, your shared conversation from before played in his mind. 

told you not to worry about it.

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almost 8 months later, the night was finally here. you'd been practically dancing on your heels all week, showing him different variations of the outfit you picked out in attempts to settle on one; he was no help in deciding, of course—he said they all looked good on you, and he meant it. in the end, he sat patiently as he watched you try them all on, smiling faintly. 

he couldn't help it. he wasn't known to be a patient man—he surely wasn't when you two first met—but you had that effect on him. he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. 

when you were finally ready, he drove you both to the venue extra early. he sat silently as you played as much of the band's discography as the length of the car ride would allow, content in listening to you talk about which songs you couldn't wait to hear the group perform. 

now, as you stood in front of the merch stand, he stood beside you like a bodyguard, staying aware of both the surroundings and you. 

"see anything you like?" he asked, bending a bit to be heard over the growing crowd. he watched your eyes flit over everything, lingering on a hoodie in the upper right corner. 

he had already told you not to worry about paying for anything tonight, and though it took much convincing, you had agreed. now, he took his wallet out from his back pocket and pulled out his card as you pointed to the garment. 

"i like that one. the black hoodie," he nodded at the cashier as she looked at you both, confirming your purchase. 

as you both exited the line, he felt his heart stutter at the sight of you clutching the hoodie close to you, a smile on your face. he feigned nonchalance, clearing his throat as he took your free hand. 

"want anything to eat before we go in?" 

"no, i'm okay." he watched your smile grow, and couldn't stop the blush creeping up his neck and face as you squeezed his hand. "thank you, suki. this really means a lot to me. all of this." 

his face was completely red as he broke eye contact, letting go of your hand to loop his arm around your waist. he heard you laugh as he pulled you closer to his side, and the sound only made the blush worse. 

"yeah, yeah…love you," he mumbled, using his other hand to scratch behind his neck awkwardly. then, he cleared his throat. "come on. we gotta find our seats." 

you laughed again as you both walked toward the entrance to your section, and he let the ghost of a smile grace his features. "why're you laughing?" 

you giggled, feigning innocence. "nothing, nothing! i love you!" 

yeah, he'd do this all again in a heartbeat. 

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