(crybaby)
ahhh, i could not get this out of my head...! just adding onto the shy/crybaby reader with pushy bakugoukxkxeididejsjsksoiss
“B-Bakugou, I don’t think we should—“
“It’s Katsuki.” His voice cuts through yours. “And you’re..you’re dating me now, so we can order each other around.” He mutters the last part with a red face and furrowed brows. “Then I don’t wanna—“ Your voice is cut short when he pushes you into the janitor closet. It’s cramped, and smells of bleach, and you feel Katsuki’s hands on your hips. His fingers begin to crawl upwards under your button up; blunt nails tapping your sides.
“I..I don’t really like this..” You whisper. Your eyes are already brimmed with red. Katsuki huffs, “You wanna touch me too?” His touch leaves for only a second to lift his shirt high enough to see his abs. His hands immediately climb under your shirt when he’s done. “N-no..!!” You gasp, trying to pull away. Your breathing begins to labour.
“Well, you feel..good. And soft. N’ shit.” Katsuki blushes. His head falls onto your shoulder.
A whine crawls up your throat. Katsuki’s chin digs into your shoulder. “Please Bakugou..please stop.” Of course, the hot-headed boy clenches his jaw in anger. His fingers dig deeper into your side when he pulls his head away. “Stop? What the hell? And it’s Katsuki, (y.n).” His head pulls away even further to observe your face. “And you’re cryin’?”
And you truly have a face full of snot and tears. “I... I...” You can’t think, nonetheless talk as your self proclaimed boyfriend jams himself onto you. “Your... Your hands, Bakugou!” You wail.
His hands fall from your sides.
“Oh, t-thank you, thank you..!” You hiccup, and fall to the ground in a heap of sobs. “Thank you...thank you..” It’s all mumbles because of your hands covering your face.
Things go quiet aside from your murmurs and cries.
“..what’re you sayin’ thank you for?” Katsuki breaks the stillness. “I mean..you haven’t even said my name yet!” He says it like a joke. Like his hands are on his knees as he grins with glee. But his hands aren’t on himself, they’re on you. One cups your chin and the other hooks itself under your armpit. He lifts you with ease.
“Now move your hands.” He says, already doing it for you. “I don’t know why you always try to hide your face. It’s..it’s really..pretty.” His palm harshly wipes away your tears, but it only eggs more on. You cry fat, big baby tears.
Katsuki doesn’t seem to mind it all that much when he embraces you. His fingers dance along your back, slowly inching downward. “I want you to say my name, (y.n).” He says into your shoulder. It’s quiet enough that you can’t hear it over your hyperventilating—even with your quirk. His fingers crawl further down.
“It’s one word. You don’t have to be so damn stubborn.”
No, you’re not stubborn, Katsuki’s just winning a cheating game.