katusuki bakugo ; bedroom eyes .
you were used to everything by now. the smell of gunpowder, constant yelling, paperwork, meetings—all of it. working for dynamight was, a dream come true, people would say. “waah! y/n, you’re so lucky, you get to work for THE dyamight, i’m so jealous!” — “I bet he smells sooo good, what does he smell like??” but you weren’t there for the reasons people assumed you were here for.
quite frankly, you didn’t expect to get the job. his personal assistant. you were the one who handled mission reports, the media, meetings, patrol schedules—everything. even the nonsense, if bakugo doesn’t feel like dealing with it, you deal with it. could be fangirls swarming him in public, during panels, you were the one who took care of everything. weird enough you got good at it, managing the storm—even the man himself.
dyamight is a firece man, sitting at number #4, he’s intense in many ways. explosions, the smell of smoke after each victory, the constant energy shift when he enters the room. people looked up to him. the man was good at what he does, and over the years of working for him, being his personal assistant, you’ve learned a lot about him.
how he likes his coffee made, black, no sugar. how you can notice if anything was wrong with him, if he tried to hide it from you, having to hear you scold him each time, or if you noticed he had no lunch—you were the one who kept him together behind closed doors.
many, assumed you’re his wife, because of how close you two grew over the years of working together, but you always shut the rumors down before they can even bloom. you told yourself—it’s only a work relationship, nothing more would spark from it. except…the way he looks at you tells the media a different story. it wasn’t like any other look he gives the rest of his employees, it wasn’t that fiery glare, that meant business behind it. it was more.
the kind of look that made you gain goosebumps, making your pulse jump, heart beat increasing. sometimes you could feel his stare piercing through you when you told him his weekly schedule, or the way he sneaked glances when you were at your desk, and you always pretended you didn’t notice. but God how your fingers would tremble, heart racing 10x faster each time. and when you would look up, he’d already be gone. you told yourself, maybe he’s just zoning out?
then you caught him.
it was after a fight with a villain he’s been tracking down for months. you were afar, speaking with police, gaining reports, when you felt his eyes, that same look. you couldn’t help but sneak a glance, crimson eyes already on you. they were dark, his usual scowl plastered on his face, eyeliner smudged across his eyes due to sweat, his mask pushing his hair back—when you two made eye contact, you felt your heart jump out of your chest, breath hitching, before he turned back to the new reporter. every time…every time your heart always betrays you when you say, it’s nothing more—but was that really true?
the night in the office was quiet, too quiet as you were sat at your desk, fingers typing away at your computer finishing up one of his reports. everyone else had gone home, hours ago, but you decided to stay back, wanting to get this reports filled out. when the door opened and closed, heavy footsteps echoing through the office, he noticed the computer screen on, raising a brow, stopping at your desk. “why’re you still here?” he asked, voice rougher, huskier than usual.
you flinched at the sound of voice looking up, it looked like he just got done from a fight. his eyeliner was smudged, his chest rising and falling, rapidly, his mask pushing his hair out his face, as sweat dripped from his forehead. you couldn’t bypass how attractive he looked, swallowing hard. “you look like crap.” you softly smiled, the only thing you could spit out, snorting, placing his gauntlets near your desk. “gee, thanks. exactly what I wanted to hear, after chasing a psycho for the past hour.” you rolled your eyes, going back to typing on the computer. “I just…wanted to finish your reports, so I decided to stay back.” you answered, voice warm, soft, pulse thumping against your skin.
the smell of smoke, metal, and gunpowder was overwhelming, trying so hard to keep your composer. he gave a lazy grin, “y’know, you always stay here late, doin’ my dirty work.” he murmured, grabbing his gauntlet from the floor, walking towards his office. you stopped typing for a second, turning around in your chair, raising a brow. “it’s my job, isn’t it?” you questioned, stopping mid-step, glancing over his shoulder, crimson eyes baring into yours. “yeah…it is.” he said slowly, then there was a pause. you swallowed that lump in your throat, finger gripping the edge of your desk. “then why say it like it’s not?”
bakugo chuckled under his breath, turning back around. “cause’ i notice everything you do, the hard work you put in everyday. you’re not forced to stay here late—every damn night at that, but you do it anyways. I appreciate your work, y/n.” was the last thing he said before entering his office, shutting the door closed. your breath caught, heart skipping a beat. you’ve never expected to hear him say words like that. it wasn’t a direct ‘thank you’ but…it was his way of saying it. you couldn’t help the faint smile tugging to your lips. he appreciates you.
you exhaled, trying shake it off, but you couldn’t. his words clung heavy to your chest, they were warm, soft. he appreciates me. your eyes flickered back up to his office, the glass windows were tinted, but it wasn’t enough to hide the faint outline of him shrugging off his costume—your eyes widened, you shouldnt be looking at him!! he’s your boss for crying out loud!…but the way his back flexed under the compression shirt, his movements, slow and deliberate—you couldn’t help but stare.
then he looked up. eyes straight on you. though the window was tinted, barley showing his face, you could still feel that same stare he’s been giving you all month. you squeaked out of surprise, tearing your eyes away, swallowing hard, feeling hot, going back to typing on the computer, but the tremble of your fingers made it hard to. then you heard the door open. you practically flinched at the sound. “you should…go home.” his voice spoke, low, husky. you looked up to the sound of his voice, to see him standing in the doorway. one arm leaning against the frame, messy hair, costume off, leaving him in the black compression shirt that hugged his body so fucking well.
and that stare. his eyes were darker than usual, low lidded, glaring at you in a way that made your knees go weak. bedroom eyes. something mina once said, when she caught bakugo looking at you during an agency dinner. you didn’t believe her at first—until now. the way his eyes were heavy, saying many things, he didn’t admit out loud. your throat went dry, blinking, looking down, avoiding his stare, clearing your throat.”
“and you should rest, you’ve had a long day...dynamight.” he hummed, footsteps coming closer, heavier than before. “can’t.” he said dry and simple, you looked back up, “why not?” he leaned against your desk, close enough to feel warmth radiating off his body. “cause’ someones still here, tappin away like a damn robot.”
your lips twitched, a small snort escaping your throat. “you mean someone who’s keeping your career from vanishing?” he chuckled, tearing his eyes away for a second, looking at you again. “yeah, that too I guess.” the air shifted between you both, the same thumping in your pulse increased, practically hearing your own heart beat against your chest.
you could see his gaze faintly drop to your lips, then back to your eyes, gulping. “dynamight—“ you started, shifting in your chair, but he cut you off, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, feeling the faint heat in his palms. “you don’t get it.”
“what?” your breath caught, but he frowned, fingertips trailing across your jaw, “can’t even look at you without forgetten’ what the hell I was doin’.” your words caught, a nervous chuckle escaping your throat. “…you’re tired.” you whispered, almost weakly. “maybe.” he murmured, his eyes flickering, then he laughed softly, taking his hand off your face, running it through his hair, standing back up. “go home, and I mean it.” he said, walking back to his office, waving a hand. you stayed quiet. once you heard the door shut, you let out a big breath, placing a hand on your heart,
since that night, you haven’t seen him in two days, two nights. after that night, the silence felt heavier, thicker than before, his office was empty, cold, without his usual warmth, patrol reports still stacking on your desk—but even then. you didn’t text, didn’t call, you convinced yourself he was fine, he could handle himself, he always did, this was a normal thing that happened. but deep down, you still worried for him. wondering if he’s still alive, if he’s hurt. you tried not to think too much of it, trying to not think about the worse outcome to happen, and…and that night. you couldn’t get that moment out of your head, his eyes—God those eyes, his voice, his finger brushing against your cheek, your jaw. it was haunting you.
you tried to focus on typing the recent report that happened, your hair was messy, shirt slightly unbuttoned, trying to get this done, but it kept coming back. you couldn’t get him out of your head if you tried to—then the sound heavy foots, and a loud door slamming open made your ears perk up. the sharp smell of familiar smoke— gunpowder went up your nose. your heart skipped a beat. dynamight was there, standing in the doorway, chest heaving, mask hanging loose around his neck, eyeliner smudged again, his lip bleeding, and one of his sleeves from his costume torn clean off.
he looked tired, furious—when he noticed you, he looked you up and down, scoffing. “you’re here again, huh?” he said, voice low, rough. you blinked, standing up from your desk, ignoring his words. “you’re hurt..” you said, stepping towards him without thinking. he shook his head, wiping his mouth, turning to walk to his office. “i’ll be fine.” you frowned, following him, heels clicking against the floor.
“is that all you say, after disappearing for two days?” he kept walking, you kept following, he pushed the door open to his office, dropping his gauntlets on the floor, not caring where they were, grumbling. “you keepin’ tabs on me now?” his back was still turned towards you, seeing his shoulder rise and fall, placing a hand on your hip, scoffing. “when my boss comes back looking like he flew through two buildings, yeah, i’m gonna check if he’s alive.”
he halfed laughed, looking over his shoulders now—that look was back. “still mouthy, huh?” you furrowed your eyebrows, fists clenched together. “well someone has to be.” he turned his body to face you now and you swore for a moment, you felt your heart skip a beat. you could’ve swore, his eyes were darker this time, as his footsteps came closer, backing you up a little, gulping feeling your back hit the wall.
but it didn’t seem like he cared, “you shouldn’t be here this late.” he said again, voice dropping, “…you said that the last time.” you whispered, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. his jaw flexed, hands placing on the side of your head, feeling heat radiate off his palms.
“katsuki.” your breath hitched, the distance around you, closing, fast. his name slipping out, made his pulse jump, leaning in. “say it again. my name..” he whispered, you swallowed, hands gripping your skirt. “you’re hurt, you need—“ he leaned closer, lips barley grazing each other, “stop worryin’ about me for a second, huh? I’m fine.” you could see every mark on his face now, the cut on his lip, faint marks of ash on his neck, hair messy, covering his eyes, you sighed, eyes going soft. “you scare me when you just…leave like that, and come back hurt.” his head tilted, eyes softening you didn’t know that could happen. “…sorry.” the words hung out low, loosely between you both.
“katsuki—“ then…his lips met yours. you squeaked, eyes going wide, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. the kiss was rough, desperate, like he’s been waiting for this moment, but even so—you have too, letting your eyes slowly fall closed, both hands on his cheek. he growled, feeling you nip at his bottom lip, clenching his hands into fist, fighting the urge to grab you, hands still hot, not wanting to burn you.
he pulled back, kissing along your jaw, then towards your ear, whispering, like he was out of breath. “wrap yours hands around my neck.” you obeyed, “jump, and wrap your legs around me.” you did, you held on with a tight grip, gasping feeling him walk towards his desk, placing you on top of it, taking your lips back with his.
your hands tangled with his hair, moaning softly against his mouth, tugging on it. “you drive me fucking crazy..” he growled, pulling back, eyes glaring into yours, giggling, wiping a thumb across his bottom lip, tilting your head. “do I?” you teased, your legs pulling him closer. “you know damn well you do.” he scoffed, taking your lips again, giggling again, dragging him down as your back hit the desk.
katsuki grumbled into your mouth, eyebrows furrowed, feeling his pants start to tighten. he hadn’t realized he was practically humping you like dog, his cock twitching in irritation, smirking. “you’re hard, huh?” you pointed out, pulling back just enough to see his eyes glare into yours, scoffing. “no shit.” he mumbles trailing his hands towards your dress shirt, unbuttoning it. you shivered feeling the warmth still lingering on his palms, arching your back slightly, giving him more room to tug it off.
when he pulled back to take a look at you, his eyes darkened. they were hungry. needy, staring you down like you were his prey, lingering over your body. you were wearing a lacy bra, and from your skirt being slightly lifted he noticed you had the matching bottoms to it. he scoffed. you grinned, sitting up on the desk, placing one hand on his chest, the other trailing up his arm, tilting your head. “wearing that shit to work? you’re real fuckin’ bold.” you giggled shrugging. “I wanted to feel pretty today.” he clicked his tongue, cocking an eyebrow. “and you also stink.” your nostrils flared, rolling his eyes. “shut it.” he grumbled, wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting you back up. you flinched at the warmth of his palms, still hot, but it wasn’t enough to burn you.
he walked across the room, towards the showers. you didn’t get a chance to even take off your clothes before he turned on the water, wetting both you and him. “katsuki! my clothes—!” he cut you off, placing his lips back on top of yours, pinning you against the wall, shivering from the stone hitting your bare back. you melted instantly, tilting your head, deepening the kiss. katsuki growled feeling you tug at his hair, gripping the back of his neck, fighting him for dominance. he held you up with one hand, using the other to tug off his pants. you felt his tip graze against your panties, pulling back out of shock, looking down. he was big.
he saw the way your eyes widened a bit, snickering. “scared?” he mocked, looking back up, frowning, shaking your head. “no.” but the way your voice wavered just a bit made him assume otherwise. “we don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” his voice came out rough, like a soft whisper, gripping you tighter against him. your heart thumped against your chest in awe, laughing shyly. “I do want to…it’s just…” you trailed, biting your lip, too embarrassed to say it. katsuki cocked an eyebrow, but he knew, eyes softening.
“virgin?” you immediately hid your face in the crook of his neck, in embarrassment, mumbling. “…yeah.” you’ve kissed people before, made out with them, gave hickey’s—but you’ve never went further than that. katsuki scoffed, but there was gentleness behind it. “there’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about, dumbass.” he said, but sighed. “…are you sure, you want it to be me.” you lifted your head back up to look into his eyes. they were so soft, filled with concern, unsure.
you gave a comforting smile, nodding your head. “I’m sure..I want—I want it to be you.” you breathed out, nervously, watching katsuki’s eyes trail down. his cock was pulsing, twitching, pre cum already dripping from the tip. he didn’t know why…but the thought of taking your virginity turned him on more. he grunted taking his cock into his hand, starting with slow strokes, tilting his head back up. “pull…your panties to the side.” he muttered, voice dropping. you bit your lip, nodding your head, obeying, shivering when you felt cold air, hit your folds, gasping when he rubbed his tip against you.
it felt weird…but so good. you twitched in his hold, head falling to his shoulder already becoming a moaning mess. he rubbed his tip against your pussy, slow, and gentle, his grunts deep and needy, wanting to just slide into you already. “shit—didn’t even slide into you yet, and you’re already so wet.” your legs tightened around his waist, feeling him move to your pulsing hole. your pulse was thumping, anxiety building up. he felt you start to tremble out of fear, making him pause. “you’re trembling—“ he frowned, but you shook your head, nails grazing his back. “m’fine! just..,push it in.” your voice came out rougher than you meant it to be, katsuki still hesitated but, pushed the tip in slow. your eyes widened, toes curling every inch he pushed inside you. “f-fuck!” you cried out, tears instantly swelling up.
katsuki groaned softly, feeling how tight and warm you were, pushing more into you. you trembled violently against his hold, biting your lip so hard you tasted copper in your mouth, tears falling on his shoulder. “i-is it in?” you asked weakly, against his shoulder. he hummed, nodding his head. “yeah.” you felt so full…you lifted your head to look into his eyes, yours watery, low lidded, like you were in a daze. “you’re so…big.” you whined, twitching against him. katsuki chuckled, using a hand to move a strand of hair out your face. “I’m gonna start movin’ ya, okay? relax f’me.” you said a small “okay.” relaxing your body just a bit—until it tensed right back up again, feeling a weird, painful sensation as he lifted you up and back down. you felt like you were out of breath, eyes squeezing closed, everytime he lifted you back down, you felt your tummy twist.
he hissed under his breath feeling your nails dig deep in his shoulder, tears falling against your cheek. “i-it hurts..” you managed out, tears continuing to fall. katsuki hummed, grunting, feeling you hug his cock just right. “I know baby, it gets better.” he huffed out continuing to lift your hips up and down his cock. it only took a few more thrusts before the pain started to ease, turning into pleasure, getting used to his size each second. your moans began to spiral, getting needier, rolling your hips wanting more friction. “go…faster, please kat. I-I can take it.” you begged, lips finding his neck, licking, sucking, against his skin, feeling you bite at his neck like a damn vampire, bouncing you faster.
every thrust he did, your body jolted up. the sounds you were making was pushing him over edge, the way you were getting louder, feeling him hit a sweet spot that drove you insane. “r-right there!” you panted, it felt so good. once he found your g spot you swore he went deeper on purpose, smirking, loving the way you clawed at him . “that feels good?” you nodded, whining in response. all the pain, nervousness washed over almost immediately. he leaned down to peck your shoulder blade, towards your neck, up to your jaw, his canines grazing against your skin just slightly.
“you’re stil so fuckin’ tight..” he murmured, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. you looked cock drunk already. mouth parted just slightly, eyes half lidded, teary— you looked so fucking cute. thrusts after thrusts, you started to feel a weird tingle in your tummy. like you were going to pee—it was coming fast. your eyes widened, not liking that. “w-wait—!” you panicked, feeling it start to come. “I-I feel like i’m gonna—“
“pee?” he finished, keeping the same pace. you nodded quickly, wanting him to stop, but he snorted. “you’re not gonna pee. you’re hitting your first orgasm.” he pecked your jaw, closing his eyes shut, also feeling his knot come. “you’re fine, just—fuck, let it happen.” his voice dropped, moving your hips faster, sliding you all the way down his cock.
your moans got louder, echoing through the shower, toes curling, feeling it come. “there you fuckin’ go…cum on this cock.” he growled, feeling you shake around him, “kat!” you screamed, jolting and twitching feeling a warm ooze spill down your thigh, onto his cock, your head falling on his shoulder as you came. “there you go.” he mumbled, rolling your hips letting you ride it out, whining when you felt how sensitive you got.
when he slipped out of you, groaning softly, he held you close to his chest, panting, heavy, chest heaving up and down, unwrapping your legs from his waist. you whined, feeling your feet hit the wet pavement, legs feeling like jelly holding onto him. when you looked down, your skirt was soaked from the water, and white drip down your legs. you grunted softly, at the icky feeling, then your gaze flickered towards his cock. he was still hard. you looked back up at him. “you’re still hard.” katsuki hummed, pecking your shoulder, exhaling. “I’ll be fine.” but you shook your head, biting your lip, trailing your hand towards his cock, taking it into your hand.
you felt him twitch in your hold, breathing going uneven. “what’re you doin..” you gripped onto his forearm to keep yourself steady, moving your hand slow. “you didn’t get to finish..” you replied, eyes focusing on his cock. he grumbled, hand curling into fists beside your head, his other hand gripping your waist. “I told you I was…fuck—fine.” he groaned, feeling you squeeze him, moving faster. “stop being so stubborn.” you argued back, never taking your eyes off him. “let me…help you, kat.”
you pecked his shoulder, feeling his hips buck into your hand, head in the crook of your neck, covering his groans. “faster..” he whispered, giving in. you did. you moved your hand faster, squeezing him tighter, driving him crazy. his breaths hitting your neck, hips moving with your pace. he felt his orgasm come again, fast. “I’m gonna cum.” he growled, you used your other hand to tug his hair, pulling him back from your neck, placing your lips with his.
he instantly kissed back, eyebrows furrowing. you moaned softly, feeling him nip at your bottom lip, groans getting louder, feeling warm ooze leak onto your hand. he pulled back just enough, panting, hard and heavy trying to catch his breath, leaning his head onto your shoulder, hips twitching. “you came a lot..” you muttered, looking down to see your hand covered. katsuki scoffed, exhaling a big breath.
“thought you were damn…virgin.” you chuckled, “I am…well—not anymore.” you said shyly, “I just...watched a few videos.” you mumbled, bringing your hand up. when he looked up, seeing you lick up his cum off his hand, not missing the way your eyes were dark, lust lingering as you did. he swore you did that shit on purpose, smirking when you saw the way his eyes darkened, following your tongue licking your hand clean. “damn brat..” he snarled, giggling. “that tastes weird..” katsuki rolled his eyes, scoffing.
“well no shit.” he pulled you off the wall, feeling warm water finally hit your back, leaning into his chest, feeling tired. “I’m so sleepy…Is that normal?” he nodded, “yeah…don’t go falling asleep, you need to wash up.” you hummed tirelessly, keeping your head on his chest, feeling the warm water hit your back. “that feels good..” you mumbled, hearing a small snicker, not missing the small his whisper. “cute.” leaning more into his chest letting your eyes close. “y’know you’re mine now.” he said, you looked up from his chest, giving a tired smile. “about time.