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Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door.

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face.

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push.

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you.

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you.

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall.

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out.

One tear slides down your cheek.

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object.

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak.

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.

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sappho-the-kitten-tamer · 3 days

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Anxiety Comfort from... Bakugou?! (Bakugou x Demon Quirk Reader)

(Your name is Nova!!)

I am currently having a really bad anxiety attack so I'm gonna writ e this and pray to Apollo that this helps- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were a new transfer student at UA High. Your daily life as a transfer... Sadly, it was almost wholly stereotypical. You had no friends; People either bullied you or avoided you, as if you had some sort of weird disease. That "Disease", to you, was your own quirk.

It definitely didn't help that you had soul-crushing anxiety.

More often than not, you would find yourself having horrible anxiety attacks that you couldn't stop. You'd hide in an empty classroom and just shake, unable to cry or speak or move, oftentimes curled up under a desk or in a closet to feel some sort of safety before you could collapse.

Medicines never really helped either; all they did was keep your quirk from spiraling. But today, you forgot your meds.

This time started the same as the rest. The hall got too busy too quick, and you couldn't brace yourself for the wave of students shoving past you. You felt your horns begin to sprout from your forehead, your tail sprouting from your back. Your quirk was activating. Your teeth began to sharpen, and you began to panic.

You moved as quickly as you could, cutting through the crowd towards an empty classroom before anyone could see your features. You slammed the door behind you as fast as you could, feeling your airways closing as you began to hyperventilate. You felt your heartbeat quicken, diving into a closet across the classroom. Unbeknownst to you, this particular classroom was a common study space for the one and only Bakugou.

He set his bag down on a desk, grumbling about "Useless deku" and how "dunceface" had ruined his training, which you had come to realize that these lovingly adorned nicknames were for Izuku Midoriya and Denki Kaminari respectively.

You tried to stay quiet, hiding as far back in the closet as you could; yet you still made something fall over. Bakugou looked up, suddenly stopping his grumbling as he looked towards the closet. Your anxiety worsened, making your breathing heavier and faster.

You heard slow, purposeful footsteps as Bakugou closed the distance between himself and the closet door. You had fully activated your quirk, yet were petrified. you couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't cry or escape.

As the door slowly opened, Bakugou's eyes landed on you. He saw your trembling form, his eyes wide and shocked, before turning into a burning scowl. "Who the f*ck are you, extra?!" He suddenly shouted, and it made you flinch.

Then it hit him.

He immediately went to his backpack, grabbing something. You shut your eyes tight, afraid he would hurt you. But when you opened them again, he was crouched in front of you, holding out what looked to be a bar of chocolate.

"Well? Eat it." He growled, sounding seemingly annoyed, yet his face showed gentleness, or at least, what gentleness it could.

You whimpered, unable to move to take it. Katsuki took note of this, as if understanding completely. He opened the chocolate, breaking off a piece. "Here. Open your mouth." He commanded gently. You obeyed as best you could, opening your mouth as he put the piece to your lips and slowly fed it to you. The sweetness of the candy melted in your mouth, distracting you from your panic.

"What are you doing in here, dumbass? Its not safe to hide where nobody can find you." He said, his gruff voice sounding kind and gentle as he prods you for an answer. You move your eyes to the classroom door, and he scoffs.

"Yeah. The halls can be a real pain in the ass." He remarks, before giving you another piece of chocolate.

He slowly coaxed you into calmness, rewarding you with the chocolate as well as some pats on the head and a squeeze on your hand as you made progress. He made sure you were comfortable, breathing slow and relaxing as your anxiety calmed and your "demonic" features went away. When you could finally move, then eventually speak again, you introduced yourself. He let out a chuckle.

"Nova.... Sounds like a boring name." He says, before standing up suddenly.

"Katsuki Bakugou. I'm gonna be number 1."

You nod; as you stand up, he pats your head.

You both get ready to leave, knowing class will begin soon and the halls were now clear. When you reached the door, Katsuki grabbed your arm and made you look at him one last time.

"Oi do me a favor, extra." He barks, "Next time you got a problem, dont hide, got it? Come right to me. I'll help."

You had no idea, but you were soon to become his new dream.

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sappho-the-kitten-tamer · 3 days

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─── In the early morning, my yearning soul laid bare // B. Katsuki

— Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader • Word count: 6.3k —

Content warnings: power imbalance (technically), boss + personal assistant, slowish burn, smut, p -> v, creampies, cunnilingus, reader is said to be smaller in stature than bkg one (1) time, reader is shy and implied to be socially anxious, briefly edited, older writing/repost

Summary: Surely there can be no consequences falling in love with your explosive boss, right? The first installment of a series following the trials and tribulations of falling in love (deeper, deeper, deeper) with The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (but with you, it's Katsuki, always Katsuki).

— Chapter Index -> xxx | Next Chapter -> xxx —

“Good morning, Dynamight.”

“Mornin’.”

He moves swiftly through the office, combat boots overpowering the sound of your heels clacking against the tile. You’re speed walking to keep up with him, taking three strides of your own for each of his one.

“Your coffee is on your desk, not much office work for today except a meeting with Pro-Hero Hawks. Although I did get an email about a charity dinner that you should probably attend next week. So we’ll need to figure out a time to get you fitted for a suit. Oh! And I think that—

“Ln”

“Yes, Dynamight?”

“Stop talkin’.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“And how many times have I told you to drop that Dynamight shit? Just call me Bakugou,” he says, nearing the entrance of his office.

“Oh, right. Sorry about that— uh, Bakugou.” He smirks down at you, crimson eyes taking in your form.

“Let me know when bird brain gets here, and just call the usual tailor and have them design something for the dinner. He knows my sizes.”

You nod quickly, hands fiddling with the papers in your hands, “Would you like me to email you the design once it’s finished so you can approve it?”

He shakes his head, hand opening the door, “Nah, trust your judgment. Just approve it if you think it looks good,” with that he turns into his office, clicking the door shut.

Anything would look good on you, you think, which is definitely not something you should say to your boss or think about. How annoying too, the way he could make even the scrappiest of clothes look good. Stupid Pro-Hero body and chiseled jawline and— Whatever. You valued your job far too much to let your school girl crush on the explosive Pro-Hero ruin what you had. You’d been working at the Dynamight-Red Riot Agency for nearly two years now. So you should be immune to the number two hero by now.

“Hi, pretty bird, somethin’ on your mind?”

Your train of thought is interrupted by the teasing drawl of the number three hero, smirk upon his face as he leans against your desk.

“Hawks! No! Just thinking about everything I need to get done today,” you say, moving to set your paperwork down. Your hand reaches for the phone to alert Dynamight— Bakugou— of his presence.

“You’re here early,” you say, “you’re usually at the least twenty minutes late. Are you–

You’re cut off by his hand resting atop yours, hand clenching the receiver of the phone tighter.

“Wanted to see you, pretty bird. Have to say hello to my favorite assistant,” he says with a grin. You brush his hand off, opting to press the call button on the receiver instead to alert your boss.

“Well, hello,” you say, shrinking in on yourself behind your desk. He skirts around the edge, bending towards you.

“What’s wrong, dove? Nervous?” he asks with a smirk. Your hands wring together nervously as you stand between the wall and the taller man.

“No! I’m just, erm. You’re awfully close,” you say, eyes darting about the room.

“Oi, leave my assistant alone unless you want me to turn you into fried chicken.” Bakugou says, stepping out of his office.

“Ahh, Dynamight!” Hawks says, turning to the hero, “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” Bakugou stares at him with a straight face, nodding his head towards his office. Hawks grumbles, leaving you with a wink.

“You good?” Bakugou grunts, eyeing you.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, yes,” you say, tension easing from you in his presence, “thank you, Bakugou.” His mouth turns up slightly at that, giving a nod of his head before turning into his office, the door closing with a click.

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“Good morning, Bakugou.”

“Good mornin’”

The office is quiet this morning, only the two of you along with a few unlucky interns who got roped into finishing off the overflowing paperwork.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, handing him his coffee.

“Wasn’t bad till I woke up,” he grumbles, sighing as he takes the first sip of the warm drink, “You?” You’re quick to cover your surprise, he wasn’t usually one to initiate conversation besides your exchange of ‘good morning’ and the list of things he needed to do.

“I slept very well, thank you for asking. Are you going out with us tonight?”

You already knew the answer, but you also weren’t quite sure if he was ever actually invited.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, leaning against your desk as you enter your office space, “goin’ out where?” Just as you suspected. He always worked so hard for his place in the charts. You wondered if he ever did anything fun.

“Just some of us from the office. We’re going out for drinks,” you say, booting up your computer, “you should come.”

He frowns, eyebrows drawn tight, “I’ll think about it,” he says, before turning to his office and shutting the door. Well, you think, that’s a start.

By the time your work is completed, there’s an ache in your back. Eyes strained from staring into your computer screen all day. You roll your neck, easing the tension from your shoulders.

“Oi,” a voice snaps, “we goin’ or what?” You look at the man standing in front of you, now changed out of his hero uniform and into casual clothing.

You smile up at him, “Going where?” you ask, saving your files before shutting the computer system down.

“Thought you said you and those damn extras were goin’ out after work,” he says, crossing his arms. You pretend not to notice the faint blush creeping upon his cheeks.

His voice echoes in your mind, ‘you and those damn extras’. You roll your eyes at yourself for looking too deep into the sentiment.

“Yes! I don’t know about you but I am so ready to have a drink.” you say with a groan.

“So,” he asks, slowing his strides to walk alongside you, “who’s all gonna be there?” You hum as you walk along, pressing the button to the elevator.

“Ah, just the usual I’m sure,” you say, stepping in once the lift arrives.

“The usual? You guys do this a lot?” he asks, feigning disinterest.

“Yeah! Like every other week, sometimes every week depending. You didn’t know?” A part of your heart aches at this, but you’re pulled from your thoughts at the scoff he lets out.

“Nah, had no idea.” You leave it at that, frown on your face.

After Bakugou offered (read: forced) you to get a ride from him instead of using the train to get to the hole in the wall bar you and your coworkers meet, he’d been oddly quiet. His car was nice, a sleek SUV with red interior that you were sure cost more than your yearly salary– stupid rich people.

“Quit that shit,” Bakugou finally says, both hands gripping the wheel as he drives down the road, “you’re thinkin’ too loud. Somethin’ wrong?”

You’re quick to deny, hands flailing in front of you, “Oh no! Of course not, just thinking about everything I have to do when I get home.” He hums, hands relaxing as he turns to look at you at the next light.

“Your car is nice,” you say, fingers twitching, “I like the red.”

He smirks at that, proud grin on his face, “Thanks, put a lot of work into her,” he says.

“And money,” you mumble to yourself. He barks out a laugh and you pray to whatever lies above to smite you now as you look at him. It’s then that you realized he’s pulled into the parking lot, hand resting on your headrest as he leans back to reverse the car into the stall.

And— holy shit. Had his arms always been that big? His jawline so sharp? And when he bites his lip in concentration you can’t help but wonder if that’s the face he would make when putting his–

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You’re snapped from your bubble of admittedly filthy thoughts, embarrassment creeping up your spine. He laughs at your obvious inner turmoil, moving to shift the car into park.

“Sorry! So sorry about that. Uh– I was just. Well I was just lost in thought, erm. I guess.” Real smooth Yn, real smooth. He rolls his eyes, opening his door.

“You gettin’ out? Or are you plannin’ on sittin’ in here all night?” You shake your head to dismiss the thoughts, facing him with a smile.

“Ready when you are!”

Your name is called from the corner booth where your friends cooped up, hands raised in the air. Sero, Denki, and Mina, sit pressed into one side of the booth, the other occupied by a few friends from the IT department in the building.

“Hey guys!” you say, leading Bakugou over.

“Bakubro!” Denki cries, “What are you doing here?” Bakugou mumbles to himself sliding next to you into the booth. A glass slides your way, your usual drink of choice presented to you. You look up at Sero who gives you a wink, rolling your eyes at the man.

“Thank you so much. I needed this after this week,” you say with a sigh.

“Sorry Bakugou, I didn’t get you anything,” Sero says with a chuckle, “didn’t know you were coming, otherwise I would’ve ordered for you too, man!” Bakugou gives a dismissive grunt, picking at the table.

“Would you like something, Bakugou. I can go with you! Does anyone else need anything?” you ask.

“I can get it,” Bakugou replies, ignoring Mina’s calls for another drink for herself.

“Uhh,” Mina starts, hands slapping the table as she turns to you, “so what the fuck was that?” You laugh, stirring your drink with your straw,

“What was what?” Gasps escape the three members say across from you, mouths agape.

“What was what? How did you convince Bakubro to come?” Denki says, “I thought I was dreaming when I first saw him. Did you bribe him? OH MY GOD!” He drops his voice to a whisper, leaning closer to you, “Are you fucking him?”

You choke on your drink at his words, hand moving to cover your mouth as you shake your head violently.

“What?! No. I just asked if he wanted to come,” you say with a shrug, “that’s all.”

Bakugou returns with the drinks, sliding Mina’s drink to her. “Yes! Thank you Bakugou. Knew that black card of yours would come in handy someday.”

He snorts at this, taking a sip of his own drink, “You act like you don’t have one of your own.”

Mina starts vehemently denying this, hands flailing. Amongst the chatter and raised voices you can’t help but stare at the man next to you and the wide smile spread across his face.

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“You really didn’t have to walk me all the way to my door,” you say, hands clasped in front of you.

“Had to make sure your dumbass didn’t get abducted by a villain. ‘sides, don't wanna end up having to do all that paperwork by myself.”

You laugh at his words, a bright grin on your face. “Well, I appreciate the concern,” you say, unlocking your door, “have a goodnight Bakugou. Get home safe.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, feet shuffling on the ground. “Y’can call me Katsuki,” he mumbles.

Your smile brightens, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Goodnight, Katsuki.”

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“Good morning, Katsuki-kun.”

“Good morning, Yn.”

“So, what bullshit do I have to put up with today?” He asks, arms crossed over his chest. You turn to the computer, pulling up his schedule for today.

“Doesn’t look like a lot of office work, although I did get a call earlier saying that Pro-Hero Deku will be making a stop by today to discuss something with you.”

He groans at your words, “Fuckin’ Deku,” he mumbles. You laugh at his words, spinning your desk chair back and forth. “Just let me know when the shitty nerd gets here.”

The morning drags after that, hands and back aching from the constant sitting and typing away at your computer. Deciding to stretch your legs and take a break, you decide to check in with Bakugou.

A knock on his door pulls him from his thoughts, setting down the report he was reading, “Come in,” he shouts, tossing the paper to his desk.

When you enter you nearly pass out at this sight in front of you. Bakugou sat behind his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up with a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

“Did you need something?” he finally asks, taking the glasses off and tossing them next to the paper.

“No! Sorry, I was feeling restless and needed a break.”

He squints his eyes in thought, pursing his lips at you, “So you decided to come bother me about it?”

“Well actually, I was going to ask if–

“Kacchan!” A voice calls behind you. Bakugou groans, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Kacchan?” you ask with a grin.

He glares at you, finger pointed in your direction, “Don’t even start.” You laugh at this, straightening your back as Deku finally enters the room.

“Dynamight, Pro-Hero Deku is here to see you,” you say with a smirk.

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, brat,” he says with a scowl.

“Whatever you say, Kacchan,” you say teasingly, before making your way out of the office, bowing to the two heroes before closing the door.

Your eyes snap to the door as it opens again, Deku walking out mumbling. You giggle as Bakugou makes his way out behind him, exasperated look across.

“Isn’t it so cool, Kacchan? I hope we get it, I think I could keep it on my office on the self that’s—

“Deku. Stop fuckin’ talking.”

“R-right! Right, see you later, Kacchan!”

Bakugou grunts in acknowledgment, arms over his chest as the hero leaves.

“Oh!” Deku says, stopping at your desk, “I’m so sorry! Where are my manners? Have a good night, Yn!” You smile wide, waving goodbye to the green haired man.

You turn slowly in your chair to the ash blond, “Sooo,” you drag out, “how was your meeting, Kacchan?”

If looks could kill, you’re sure you would be a splat on the wall right now.

“Shut it,” he says with a huff.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s cute,” you say with a smile.

“I’m not embarrassed,” he exclaims, “and it’s not fuckin’ cute.” You laugh loudly at his obvious disdain, ears turning red, arms crossed.

“Y-yeah. Well what about you?” He says, nose up in the air.

“What about me?” you ask.

“Always so jumpy around new people. Actin’ like a frightened rabbit. Like a little bunny,” he says with a smirk.

You laugh harder at this, clutching your stomach when his smile falls. “Bunny is almost cuter than Kacchan.” You nearly fall out of your chair in laughter as the man starts defending himself.

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“Good morning, Kacchan.”

“Good morning, bunny.”

You both stand in front of his office, arms crossed as you glare at each other.

“Yn! Hey do you— am I interrupting something?”

You turn your head towards the voice, “Oh! No of course not, Akio. What’s up?” Akio was one of your coworkers from IT who was a regular to your meetups for drinks, he stood before the two of you red faced, fiddling with his hands nervously.

“I was wondering if you were going out with us tonight, we were talking about all riding together and going bar hopping.”

You shake your head at him, “No, I can’t tonight,” you say with a frown, “I have a date tonight, I’m sorry I’ll miss it!”

He gives you a thumbs up, shaking his head, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll catch you next time. Have fun tonight!” You laugh looking at him with a wide grin and offering your thanks before turning back to Bakugou.

He stands there with a scowl on his face, “What’s wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“Didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he says.

You laugh, shaking your head, “I don’t! It’s actually our first date. Mina set me up with him, actually.” His frown deepens, a heat simmering in his chest at this. Jealousy? No, Bakugou Katsuki does not get jealous. A heat creeps up his stomach, heart beating furiously in his chest.

“Where ya goin’?” he asks.

“Some ramen place he wanted to show me, I’m excited! And I need to get rid of these feelings I have for this one guy and I’m hoping this helps,” you say sheepishly.

“Why’s that? Anyone would be stupid to not want you. What’s his problem?”

You fight the flurry of butterflies in your tummy at his words, “Ah, I don’t think I’m his type. Besides he’s… unattainable, you could say.” He grunts in response, entering his office.

Weird, you think, even for Bakugou. You shrug, turning to sit at your desk to begin your work. Maybe he’s jealous, a voice taunts in your ear. You shake it away, allowing the words on the screen to suck you in and take over your running thoughts.

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He’s late. You frown, looking down at your phone once more. It’s only by ten minutes, maybe he got stuck in traffic, you think. But as the minutes pass your hope festers, picking idly at the word edge of the menu you’d already memorized front to back in your spare time. A thump pulls you out of your thoughts, the view of a body in your peripheral making you scowl. No way you were going to go through with the date now, looking up to tear the man in front of you apart, you pause, mouth agape.

“Bakugou?” you say in shock.

His eyes dart about nervously before he clears his throat, “Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey? What are you doing here? Were you following me?” He frowns at this, brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Was passin’ by and saw you in here sittin’ by yourself lookin’ all sad. My dry cleaners’ down the road, passed by again on my way back and you were still here. Where’s your date?”

Embarrassment burns through you, willing the tears down as you look at the man.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you say with a forced laugh.

“Asshole,” he murmurs, smiling slightly when he gets a giggle from you, “c’mon, let’s go.”

You look up at him in confusion, “Go where?” He stands, holding his hand out to you.

“My place, I’m cookin’,” he says, looking at you expectantly, “Well? You comin’ or what?”

Your heart leaps, placing your hand in his impressively larger one. “Okay, I’m coming.”

The ride to his house is silent except for the music flowing quietly through the speakers. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” you finally whisper.

“Shaddap, shitty woman. Let me show you how a man is supposed to treat a woman.” You bite your lip, contemplating punching yourself in the gut to get the butterflies to calm the fuck down.

“Is this a date?” you ask, eyes avoiding him as you stare out the window.

“Obviously,” he says, pulling into his drive. Now, you knew Bakugou was rich, but this. This was ridiculous.

“You live here?!” you say in shock, “You could fit a small village into this house, Bakugou. It’s huge.”

He smiles cockily at you, “Perks of being a Pro,” he says, “and call me Katsuki.”

You smile wider at him, soft look upon your features, “Okay, Katsuki.”

His cheeks redden at your words, scoffing at you, “And don’t you dare open that fuckin’ door yourself.”

The inside of Bakugou– Katsuki’s home, is even more impressive than the outside. Sleek walls and abstract decor. Rich people, you think to yourself. Though you can’t help but sadden at the lack of warmth in the house. No touch of the explosive hero’s personality strewn throughout. He pulls out a pair of slippers for you, sliding the heels off your feet.

“Your house is beautiful, Katsuki.”

He shrugs noncommittally, “Thanks, let my old hag design it. Only really use it to eat and sleep.” You frown, follow him into his kitchen.

“What are you making?” you ask, placing yourself on the island resting in the center of his kitchen. You gasp when he grabs your hips, pulling you off and depositing you into a chair at the bar standing just on the outside of the kitchen.

“Scared, bunny?” he asks with a toothy grin, hands still resting on your hips.

“N-no,” you clear your throat, “No, of course not.”

He laughs, rolling his eyes before grabbing an apron to place onto his form. “Makin’ ramen. It’ll be better than whatever was at that shitty restaurant.”

You can’t help but be captivated by the sight in front of you, watching how effortlessly Katsuki moves around the kitchen.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you speak out.

He grunts, slicing vegetables to add into the broth he’s started, “You can’t?”

You laugh, “No, I can. But with a house like this, I’m just surprised you don’t have your own personal chef or something.”

He rolls his eyes, smirk on his face, “Nah, no one can make it like me. I’m the best there is.”

You smile at the challenge, “I’ll hold you to that, Katsuki.”

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“Oh my god,” you say with a groan, “Katsuki, this is amazing!”

He smirks, “Told ya I was the best.”

You glare at him, “Just take the compliment, Katsuki. Don’t need your head getting any bigger than it already is.”

He chokes on a noodle at your words, red eyes glaring at you. You laugh loudly, head thrown back as he looks at you. It’s hard to take him seriously like this, cheeks round with noodles, a stray one resting on his chin. Conversation flows easy, easier than you could have imagined. At the end of it all, it’s hard to tell if the warmth flowing through you is from the meal or if it’s simply Katsuki. It’s strange to see him so relaxed, smile easy on his face, eyes bright with mischief.

“The meal was wonderful, Katsuki. Thank you.” He lets out a tch, in response.

“Would you like me to help clean? Since you cooked.”

He shakes his head, gathering his and your bowl in his hands. “You’re too pretty to be doin’ all that work. Wanna go pick out a movie or somethin’?” he asks with flushed cheeks.

Your smile brightens, happy to continue the night with him. “I would love to,” you say.

“Stop squirmin’,” he whispers to you. There’s about a two foot distance between the two of you on his large couch, movie playing in the background causing shadows to spread across his face.

“Sorry,” you whisper back, “this dress isn’t the most comfortable to lounge in.” He looks at you with a frown, vermillion eyes taking in your form.

“Why didn’t you just say so, dumbass.” He stands up, offering you his hand, “C’mon, I’ll give ya somethin’ to wear.”

You follow him to his room, hand squeezing his own absentmindedly as you stroll through his house. The smell of burnt caramel and a scent that’s all man, enters you as you follow him into his room. He guides you to the bed, moving to his closet to grab clothes for you.

You take in your surroundings and can’t help yourself from wandering about the room. This, you think, this is Katsuki. All Might memorabilia strewn throughout the room, snippets from newspapers of his achievements. You pick up a picture frame, smiling softly down at it. High school aged Katsuki stares back at you, usual scowl, but with his undeniable warmth resting in his eyes. Also in the picture is his group of friends. Kirishima stood beside him with an arm thrown over his shoulder with Sero next to him, signature wide grin on his face. Beside Sero is Kaminari, obviously in a bout of laughter. It’s clear that Mina is the one taking the photo, arm stretched out with the other offers a simple peace sign.

“You tell them I have that in here, and I’ll kill you,” Katsuki mumbles behind you. You nearly drop the picture in fright, scrambling to catch it before the frame shatters.

“Katsuki!” you cry, “Give a girl a warning next time, nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He laughs at this, offering you a set of clothes. “It’s your fault for snoopin’, bunny.”

You roll your eyes, “Where’s the bathroom?” you ask. He points to the door opposite you, taking the frame gently from your hands. You’re nearly chest to chest, heart beating erratically at how close he is. Don’t look up, Don’t look up, you chant to yourself. You look up. He’s even closer like this, soft eyes peering down at you. His eyes flicker to your lips, mouth opening to speak.

“Bathroom!” you shout suddenly, “Uhh, bathroom. Change. I’m going to the bathroom to change.”

Wow, Yn, subtle.

His brow quirks up in amusement, stepping away from you to allow you to step past. You change quickly, splashing water from your face to soothe your panic. You look at yourself in the mirror rolling your eyes at your awkwardness. The clothes are ridiculously large on you, shirt ending near your knees. You had to roll the sweats up several times to even attempt to walk. His room is empty when you exit the bathroom, so with your hands clasped tightly around your clothes, you leave the room to find him. He’s sitting on the couch, phone in hand as he waits. His eyes widen when you enter the room, darting over your form.

“Pretty,” he mumbles to himself.

“What?” you ask tilting your head to the side. “Said you’re pretty,” he says, a soft grin on his face.

Your stomach flutters, placing yourself next to him on the couch once you’ve set your clothes to the side.

“Thank you, Katsuki. You’re pretty as well.” The tension is palpable, heat rising to your body as he leans closer. A frown falls upon your face when he turns from you, wringing his hands together as his eyes dart about the room.

“Katsuki?” you query, hand resting on his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, leg bouncing nervously. You brush your hand over his leg, pushing lightly to ease the movements.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, free hand moving to gently grasp his face. His lip trembles when your thumb brushes over it, tongue darting out to chase your intoxicating taste. He nudges his face deeper into your hand, lips ghosting over your pulse point, vermillion eyes boring into you.

“You scare me,” you whisper to him, grasping his face when he goes to pull away. “Not like that! It’s just— You’re just, so—

“Aggressive?” he offers, eyes refusing to meet your own. You shake your head, thumbs running soothing circles over his cheeks.

“No,” you whisper to him, “you’re so kind. I think I might— no. I know I do. I love you, Katsuki.”

A stray tear makes itself down his face, you brush it away quickly, forehead pressed against his. You wonder then, if anyone has truly ever made an effort to understand the true Katsuki. His love was so unlike his brash outer personality. It was so quiet. Hands that cover corners as you walk behind his desk to assure you don’t run into it. Keen eyes, ever observant, assuring your comfortability. The way he smiles when he looks at his friends. How he allows them to poke and prod at them though if it were anyone else he would obliterate them in a second. Dynamight was loud, and rude, and explosive. Katsuki was kind, and loving— all consuming. His lips ghost over yours, breaths intermingling. His eyes darken when your tongue wets your lip, the warmth over it spreading through his chest.

“I love you,” he says.

“I know,” you whisper, hands moving to fist his shirt.

“Can I–

“Please.”

Katsuki groans once his mouth is placed on yours, hand moving to your face as you deepen the kiss. His thumb brushes gently over your face before resting firmly on your neck to squeeze lightly. A whimper from you, followed by a growl from him, and you’re left straddling him. Hands grasping the strands of hair that rest at the nape of his neck. Your hips roll into him when he groans at your actions, tongue darting across your lips to ask for entrance. You oblige willingly, tongues dancing with each other. His hands pause their exploration of your body and move up to cradle your face. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he gazes into your eyes, his own filled with desire and a touch of vulnerability.

"I've never felt this way before," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Being with you feels different, like I'm falling into something I can't fully comprehend."

You smile warmly, running your fingers through his hair. "I feel the same way," you reply, sincerity lacing your words. “I want this, Katsuki. I want you.”

His mouth presses firmly back onto yours, his hands resume their journey, tracing the curve of your back and finding their way beneath his shirt clad on you. His touch ignites a fire within you, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to race.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, “Please.”

Sensing his hesitation you guide his hands to your waist, silently encouraging him to remove your shirt. As the fabric slips off your body, his eyes widen at the sight before him. He leans in, tracing kisses along your collarbone and down your chest, placing sloppy kisses and heated marks into the exposed skin. You let out a moan, hands fisting his hair as you grind yourself harder against him. You whimper when his mouth latches around your pert nipple, pulling him closer to your chest. He growls at this, flipping you to lay underneath him.

Your hands explore his body, pushing up on his shirt. He allows you to glide your hands up his abdomen, a moan falling from his lips when you flick your fingers over his chest.

“Fuck,” he whines, hips bucking into yours.

He pulls away, hand grabbing at the back of his shirt to toss it next to yours, hands moving to the waistband of your sweats.

“Is this okay?” he asks gently, fingers caressing your sides.

You nod, whining when he pinches your side.

“Words, sweetheart.”

You whimper, hands clasping his wrists. “Please, Katsu.”

Your pants and his own soon join the rest, hearts racing erratically. His lips move to your stomach, leaving heated kisses in his wake. Katsuki groans when he reaches your core, throwing your legs over his shoulder before biting into the plush skin of your thighs. You keen at his movements, hips bucking up as he soothes over the mark with his tongue.

“Beg for it,” he whispers, fingers ghosting over your dripping heat.

“Please, Katsuki. Need your mouth. Need it so bad. Need you.”

He’s quick to follow orders, tongue swiping through your heat before wrapping around your clit and giving it a harsh suck. He moans into your heat, sending vibrations shooting up your spine. Your back arches at this, hands grasping his ash blond strands as you grind into him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans, “just like that. Gonna use my tongue to get off? Gonna cream all over my face?”

You cry out hips bucking into him as he flattens his tongue to allow you to grind into him.

“Yes! Yesyesyes, Katsuki!” you moan, “Gonna make me cum.”

His fingers dig into your sides, tongue moving to thrust into your aching core. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum for Katsuki,” he snarls.

Heat rushes over you, hips bucking greedily in his face as he drinks your release from your sloppy heat.

He detaches from you after you push him away, the overstimulation causing your thighs to clamp around his head. His mouth moves back to yours, and you whine at the taste of you on his tongue.

“Need to be in you,” he says, “please.”

If someone had told you this morning that you’d have Dynamight begging to be in you, you’d laugh in their face. But this wasn’t Dynamight, this was Katsuki. Katsuki with his rough exterior, guarded heart, and warm eyes. Katsuki who made sure you always felt safe, who came to your rescue. Katsuki who had captured your bleeding heart, cradling it gently in his hands.

“Want it all, Katsuki,” you whisper against his lips, “want all of you.”

He shuffles to pull his boxers down, cock slapping against his stomach as he fumbles about. He glares when you laugh at his struggle, but you see the warmth resting behind his eyes. He pinches your side, gliding himself back over you.

“Who is it?” he asks quietly. You look at him in confusion, hands gently cupping his face. “The guy who you need to get over, the one who’s unattainable.”

You laugh softly, pressing a soft kiss to his plush lips. “You, Katsuki,” you whisper, “it’s always been you.”

His lips crash onto yours, arms moving to wrap your legs over his waist. Katsuki runs his cock through your folds, tapping his cock onto your clit before pressing in slowly. Whimpers and swears fall from both your lips as he enters you, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders when you become one.

“Katsuki,” you whine, “move.”

He pulls his hips back only to push forward with a snap, groans falling from his lips as he picks up his pace.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, “feel even better than I imagined.”

The heat of his words travels straight to your core, cunt clenching on his cock as you cry out.

“So good,” you whine, “so big. Feel so good inside me.” He growls at your words, throwing your legs over his shoulders to push in deeper.

“Yeah,” he says, voice raspy, “gonna carve this pussy into the shape of my cock. Make it mine.”

Your eyes roll back, high pitched moans falling from your lips, “Course you like that,” he says, “want me to cum in this pussy too? Fill her up with my cum?”

Incoherent whines fall from your lips, begging him to fill you up.

“Say it,” he moans, “say you’re mine.” His hand moves to your clit, fingers rubbing harsh circles, hips snapping harder into you.

“Yours!” you cry out, “All yours, Katsuki. Only you.” Curses fall from his lips, head falling to the crook of your neck.

“Cum for me,” he begs, “cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up just like you want.”

As if you’re under his spell, you cunt clenches at his words, head falling back as you gush all over his cock, hips bucking into him as your high washes over you.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” he says, “cream my fuckin’ cock.” His hips snap harshly into yours, hips pushing as deep as they can go when he releases into you.

The heat of him filling you up nearly has you finishing again, eyes rolling back as he eases you both down from your highs.

He pulls out of you with a hiss before collapsing on top of you, large frame dwarfing your own. You run your hands through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his scalp, humming all the while. As you lay there catching your breaths, you can’t help the broad smile that makes its way across your face. Your hands halt their movements as he pulls back, tired eyes looking back at you.

“You okay?” you whisper to him. He shushes you with a kiss, followed by numerous pecks along your face before he stands. Your hips ache, and your head swims, but you don’t think you’ve ever been more content than this moment.

A damp cloth causes you to flinch from your headspace, a mop of hair between your legs as he cleans you gently.

“Stay the night?” he asks bashfully, thanking the gods above for the dim lighting in the room that hides his reddened cheeks.

“Of course, Katsuki. I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

“How about forever?” he says with a grin.

He teases you as you bathe together, his chest pressed firmly to your back as he eases the ache from your hips.

“Been wanting this for a while,” he says, pressing a kiss to your neck, “can’t believe you’re here.”

You turn to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “What about work? Could we get into trouble?”

He laughs at you, easing your worries. “I’m Dynamight, baby. I make my own rules.” And you can’t help but join in his laughter, hazy atmosphere drifting over the both of you.

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The light streaming from the window pulls Bakugou from his slumber, groaning in irritation as he pulls your warm body closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. You shuffle against him, body turning to face him.

He smiles brightly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You lay like that for a while, faces pressed against each other as you breathe in the warmth of the morning. He pulls away, finger tracing your features gently, flicking your nose when you bite his teasingly as he passes over your kiss bruised lips.

You yelp as he does it, and he can’t help but soothe the ache with a kiss to your nose, then your cheeks, and your lips. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki could be such a sap in the morning? You nuzzle deeper into him, soft kisses pressed to the side of his neck.

His legs move to entwine with your own fingers tracing shapes down your spine. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before standing up to head to his restroom, leaving you to your thoughts. When he enters the room again, in all his naked glory, you smile softly at him.

“Good morning, Katsuki.”

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

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─── Sanctuary // B. Katsuki

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader — Word count: 30k

Content warnings: coworkers -> lovers, eventual smut, all chapters will have their own warnings, commissioned series

Summary: Surely there can be no consequences falling in love with your explosive boss, right? A series following the trials and tribulations of falling in love (deeper, deeper, deeper) with The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (but with you, it’s Katsuki, always Katsuki).

Chapter one: In the early morning, my yearning soul laid bare

Chapter two: No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her

Chapter three: I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Chapter four: You’re my sanctuary

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Bonus chapter: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

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tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.

megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.

he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.

megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.

maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.

he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.

flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.

but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care

because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3

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DOTING BOYFRIEND !

meal; oneshot

condiments; rambling, not pole winner post I just gotta share my love for him, Boyfriend! Katsuki Bakugo/reader

Katsuki Bakugo whose heart nearly bursts when he sees you walking into the dorm’s lobby with Eri in your arms, smiling so brightly as the little girl snuggled up and babbled to you about Aizawa. He snaps candid pictures and videos, ignoring the teasing from Mina and Sero.

“You’re acting like a proud father!” Mina jokes as she nudges his arm lightly.

He grumbles as he takes the secret photoshoot seriously, bending down slightly to get a perfect shot “I’ll make her my wife before that.”

Sero couldn’t help but be laugh “Woah? Dude has his priorities set!”

Kirishima butts in and a nervous drop of sweat goes down his neck “Bakubro your hands are making sparks..”

He only stops once nine rows in his gallery was filled with your pictures.

Katsuki Bakugo who usually goes to bed early, stays up just to learn how to help women deal with painful cramps after seeing you curled up and whining about the pain. The next day your desk is overflowing with chocolates and a thermos full of warm cranberry juice.

Katsuki Bakugo who gives a soft smile when he sees you on TV, answering stupid questions on a daily talk show. His eyes filled with adoration when you answered with his name when you were asked whose food you preferred the most.

Katsuki Bakugo who shamelessly answers with your name when a journalist asks what’s his secret to face danger head on.

Katsuki Bakugo who just melts into a pile of mush when seeing you do anything mundane, he’s too enamored by your existence.

Katsuki Bakugo who adds a brooch to his hero costume, which consisted of yours and his initials. Placing it proudly on his chest as a good luck charm.

Katsuki Bakugo who immediately covers your frame when a villain appears, refusing to even let them see you by using his taller structure to hide you. If they laid a hand on you they’d have burn marks lathering their stomach.

Katsuki Bakugo who holds you close to his chest at night as you were busy peppering kisses all over his face, he grins like crazy before letting out a lovesick sigh “Whatever you’re doing to me, I can’t even be mad about it.”

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When Bakugo notices the new flag girl Mina recruits, he's interested. His objective changes when he learns the prize for winning the race. Hopefully, he drives away with the money and the hot flag girl next to him...

At the starting line, Bakugo sat poised behind the wheel of his sleek, customized racer, his eyes fixed on the flag girl standing just a few feet ahead. You wore a vibrant blue crop top and a miniskirt to match. It's too tight, Bakugo thinks but enjoys the view nonetheless. You looked tempting, the red flag in your hand ready to unleash the roaring beasts lined up behind her. Kirishima rolls down his window, catching the blonde's attention. Bakugo turned his head to the right. "Pretty, isn't she? She's new." Katsuki hummed in agreement. You really was a sight to behold. Sero suddenly spoke up. "Let's make a bet, between the three of us. Winner gets to take her out. Or are you guys too scared I'll beat ya to it?" Bakugo scoffed. They had nothing on him. He was the star of the show, his car was second to none. Who was tapehands to tell him what to do? He could beat those extras with his eyes closed.

Neon signs bled into the slick asphalt, blurring as Bakugo scanned the starting line. Headlights cut through the night like hungry eyes, illuminating the customized beasts straining at the bit. Deku's souped-up Toyota, a sleeper in disguise, sat innocent-looking next to Todoroki's sleek, ice-themed Subaru. Even Sero's Nissan Silvia seemed hungry for the win. "Bet." he smirked, rolling up his windows. His eyes snapped back to the front. He wondered what your name was. Mina sure knew good people to recruit.

A wry smile played on your lips. You raised the flag, parting your glossy pink lips to signal the racers.

"Ready?" He knew the city like the back of his hand, every hidden pothole, every blind curve.

Even though you were a newbie, damn you knew how to control the crowd. They were screeching your name, chanting it continuously and Bakugo struggled to make it out between all the screams. "Set." You grinned, placing a hand on your waist as the engines of the cars roared to life, loud and energetic. Gosh, you lived for the adrenaline. The crowd was silent, awaiting your signal so that the racers could just go already. Your vibrant outfit practically glowed under the harsh streetlights, hugging every curve. You winked at Bakugo, a sly smile playing on your lips. He scoffed internally. Trying to distract him, were you? Not a chance.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation, their bets already placed. A million yen on Bakugo, whispers claimed. You leaned closer to the microphone, your voice amplified across the silent street. "Gentlemen," you purred, your words dripping with a thrill, "tonight, we race for glory, for bragging rights, and…" you paused, letting the tension build, "for a night out with yours truly, and a hefty sum of cash!"

The other racers revved their engines impatiently. Now this was a prize to die for. You snickered and dropped the flag swiftly. "Go!" All of the cars sped off, dusting the black Nissan 350Z that stayed there. Its engine purred slightly. You were confused. He had to be messing with you. Did he not see the flag drop? You groaned and with a sigh that might've been more theatrical than necessary, you raised the flag, ready to signal the start again.

A throaty roar shattered the air. Then, with a suddenness that caught you off guard, Bakugo's car rolled forward slowly. His window slid down smoothly, revealing a pair of ruby eyes that raked down your body as he gave you a wink. Your face heated up. He looked so attractive. Bakugo passed you a piece of paper. "What's yer name?" he asked, voice husky.

You whispered it to him, as you leaned on his door, purposefully smushing your chest together to get a rise out of him. He, however, maintained eye contact and then plastered a cocky grin on his face. "Bakugo Katsuki. I'll be the one winnin' this race tonight."

You scoffed and pushed off of his car, leaving behind the scent of your vanilla perfume to haunt his senses. As if. He was already way too far behind.

His car shot forward, surging past the starting line as if the previous seconds hadn't even happened. The crowd roared, initial confusion quickly swallowed by the spectacle of the race.

You opened the paper to read it. Scrawled across the page in his messy handwriting was a single line and a string of numbers: "Winner deserves a prize, yea?"

You looked at the cameras. Bakugo raced like a man possessed. Every corner drift was a smooth display of aggression, every straightaway a blur of crimson fury. The other racers were no slouches, but they were simply outmatched by this carmine-eyed blonde.

She watched as Deku, ever the strategist, used the initial chaos to his advantage, weaving through the pack and closing the gap on Bakugo's tail. Todoroki followed closely behind, his car being pushed to the max already.

Sero, ever the underdog, wasn't giving up either. He was strategically sticking close to Todoroki, perhaps hoping to use his quirk – the giant spool of industrial tape – to his advantage later on.

The race unfolded like a high-octane ballet on asphalt. Headlights sliced through the night, engines screamed their defiance, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. You watched, heart pounding with the rhythm of the race, as Bakugo pushed his car to its limits, taking calculated risks through back alleys you knew well.

Deku, however, wasn't far behind. It seemed like he didn't know the route and desperately tried to keep behind Bakugo, in a lousy attempt to perhaps catch the finish line.

"Fucker doesn't know what he's doin." Bakugo snickered as he activated his nitro, a little something that he hoped would catch your attention.

As the finish line neared, your grip tightened on the checkered flag, a knot of anticipation twisting in your gut. You found yourself rooting for him, fingers crossed in hope. He had made quite the impression on you.

With a triumphant roar, Bakugo crossed the line, his car smoking slightly from the aggressive maneuvers. You waved your flag again, shouting into the microphone, "We have a winner, Katsuki Bakugo! Four minutes and 12 seconds!"

The other cars took a few moments to file in, Sero having come last seeing as Bakugo had braced his car to a wall, causing him to pull behind.

Mina and Jiro called you up to hand off the prize to tonights winner. They assured you that it would be fine.

"Bakugo might be an egocentric ass but hes' not a misogynist." Jiro waved you goodbye as she ran up to Denki and pulled him in for a kiss.

Bakugo sauntered over. He towered over you, looking even more imposing after the adrenaline rush of the race. You couldn't help but admire his confidence, even if it bordered on arrogance. There was a huge crowd of people surrounding you, shouting Bakugo's name and asking for an autograph.

"Here ya go," Mina said, shoving a hefty duffel bag of cash into Bakugo's arms. "Winner's spoils."

"Thought I was promised more." he rasped, looking over to you. Jiro came back, handing you a two-tier coloumn trophy and she whipped out a camera.

You stood next to Bakugo as he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist. Tiptoeing, you placed a manicured hand under his chin and planted a sticky kiss on his cheek, your lipgloss smudgeing on his face and leaving a shiny print. The crowd went wild, many phone flashes going off as they took pictures and recorded videos.

Jiro probably took over a hundred photos, the last one was you and him gazing into each others eyes with smiles on your faces.

Suddenly, the blaring of sirens echoed through the streets.

Panic surged through you, a cold dread replacing the exhilaration of the race's finish. The sirens grew louder, drawing closer, and the celebratory shouts of the crowd died down, replaced by nervous murmurs.

Bakugo, momentarily stunned by your kiss, finally reacted to the sirens. He ripped his gaze from yours and scanned the street, his eyes narrowing.

"Stupid fuckin cops," he muttered, the words laced with annoyance.

Of course. You should have known illegal street racing wouldn't go unnoticed forever. Now, everyone – the racers, the spectators, even you – were in trouble.

Mina, ever resourceful, grabbed the microphone you'd been using. "Scatter!" she shouted, her voice amplified. "Everyone go, before they get here!"

The crowd erupted in a flurry of movement. People scrambled to disappear into the maze of back alleys that surrounded the makeshift racetrack. Racers jumped into their cars, tires squealing as they peeled away into the night.

You froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Bakugo, however, seemed to have a plan. He grabbed your arm, his grip surprisingly strong, and pulled you towards his car.

"Get in," he barked, putting you into the passenger seat, throwing the money and trophy at your feet. He hopped in and mashed the accelarator. Never had you ever been in a racers car before.

You peeked back through the rear window as you sped away. The police car was giving chase, but Bakugo knew these alleys better than they did and he was gonna show you just how fun speeding away from cops can be.

"Buckle up, princess."

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