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katsukikitten · 3 years

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WARNINGS: 18+ DUB CON/ NON CON? WEREWOLF BAKUGOU, THIS IS PURE FILTH JUST PURE SMUT

You were never the best at running, especially not through the woods. So it is no surprise your heel snaps off causing you to trip over a small log. Your pelvis bone connects with the thick trunk, brushing your hip as your dress threatens to expose your underwear.

A howl is heard in the distance paired with something moving through the brush at an ungodly speed, gaining on you much faster than you thought.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself, panting as branches seem to reach out. Their sharp, splintered claws grabbing at you and only catching your body con dress. Tearing it piece by piece, you are unsure if your faux bunny ears are still atop your head.It was unfathomable how wrong tonight had gone and how quickly.

But then again it was Halloween and a full moon at that. They say the full moon has the power to make people act crazy and especially so on a blue moon. Which made your panicked mind wander to the rumors about this town and what happens every blue moon. There were whispers of the older families having dark secrets. Fairy tales of beasts and mating but a second full moon in a month was so rare those murmurs and scoffs were supposed to be just that, rumors, stories.

Not actual werewolves who couldn't control their urges during this magical event. The blue moon either filling them with unchecked rage or undeniable lust should they not take the necessary precautions. Although no one would say what exactly those precautions are.

Your first hint about the rumors being true should have been the local news station. You thought it a Halloween prank when they advised women ages of 20 to 30 to remain indoors for tonight, to lock their windows and doors. To adorn their throats in silver to protect them from unwanted bonding. You had rolled your eyes as you got ready for your daily college classes, jumping into your black skinny jeans and blood red sweater.

Your second hint should have been the absence of your good friend Kirishima. He always walked you to your English class since his history course was in the same building but this morning he was a no show. He didn't even respond to your texts last night asking if he wanted to go to a Halloween party with you.

Your final hint should have been when the normally aloof, irritable and "untouchable of the big three" lab partner you had for biology growled in your direction. This would be the first thing he had said all semester.

"Don't go out tonight, got it extra?" His voice is clipped and he is acting strange, his left hand gripping onto his right forearm so harshly a bruise was beginning to bloom. You chalk it up to nerves for the upcoming exams.

"Oh is someone gonna bite me like the news anchor said?" You giggle, turning your focus back on your work only for the professor to cancel class early. You pack your things as Bakugou sits rigid, still. He fixes you a harsh glare before he stands, pulling the strap of your purse causing you to become a little off balance. His eyes dance over your frame, over your exposed neck but you do not notice, barely see his canines elongate as he snarls.

"You'll wish that's all that they did."

Looking back you wish you had noticed it before, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you were in now.

You burst through the trees and find yourself in a clearing. Here you would a sitting duck to whatever the hell was chasing you. Still not believing your eyes and you crossed paths with a giant wolf. Fur golden in the moon light and eyes a haunting, gut wrenching familiar red. It wasn't too long after that did it give chase.

The howl behind you is too close for comfort as you barely have time to jump into a patch of briars and thick prickly bushes that sit on the edge of a creek. By some odd instinct you grab onto the ice cold mud and smear your arms and part of your neck with it, clenching your jaw so your teeth do not chatter.

Suddenly a large beast bursts into the clearing, wet nose sniffing at the air and ground before it shifts in the clearing under the moonlight. It is a haunting sight. Bones snap and grind as features twist into grotesque angels until it finally forms into that handsome familiar face. The ash blonde fur retreats until it is only on the top of his head, faded beneath while the top looks finger brushed and wild. He is shirtless and his pants are torn from the calf down, the only beastly feature he keeps is the glow of his blood red eyes. You swallow, biting your lip to stop from shaking; this is not the Bakugou you knew. Not that you knew him that well in the first place but there was some power in having a crush. You had learned his mannerisms in the first year here at University, somehow always in a class with him, with one of the three legendary "heartthrobs" of the school. He was as hot headed as the rumors said and he was just as handsome if not more so. Itching for a fight and yet oddly quiet when in close proximity to you. An action you took to mean he either hated you or didn't even know you existed.

So it's safe to say you're unfamiliar with this manic, wolfish grin.

Feral incarnate.

He sniffs the air.

"Where are you little ooooonnne?" He calls cruelly, "I can smell you."

His body goes through the motions of tensing and relaxing, another howl breaks through the eerie silence but this time much farther away. Bakugou's ears perk, his grin twisting in such a way it screams malice, unbridled rage and yet excitement.

"You must be in your mortal heat. Guess I'm not the only one who can smell it. Didn't I tell you not to go out tonight?" His voice is dark, haunting as the wind catches down from you, carrying your scent away from him.

"I knew your dumb ass would ignore me, I took a precaution to that and yet you didn't even bring your fucking purse?!"

Your purse?

Is that how that red cloth and weird silver dollar got into the bottom of your purse?

Bakugou shifts his weight, giving his back to you as he prepares for something coming that you cannot hear. In the meantime you allow your eyes to study his physic, following his scarred back, broad shoulders all the way down to his deadly hands. One of his palms is burned in the shape of a perfect circle, you swallow thickly. The sound causes his ears to twitch and look over his shoulder, making eye contact with you through the brush.

But he does not have time to react as a black furred beast with glowing ruby eyes jumps into the clearing. Sniffing the air wildly before baring his teeth towards Bakugou. The beast huffs and growls before finally shifting into his human form, a cold sweat settles in your bones.

"Where the fuck is she?" You have never heard your friend use a tone so dark as Eijiro continues to pace, keeping his eyes glued to Bakugou.

"Fuck off Kirishima, shes mine."

"I don't see a bonding mark on her yet." Its more a feral growl than anything, "You said you didn't waste your time on mortals."

"I fucking changed my mind. And you know why, her smell is…" He inhales deeply, testing to see how much of you can be sensed. The most he can tell is that you're close by but he cannot pinpoint you, he fights to keep his eyes from falling over his shoulders to see you.

He's dying to know how you masked your scent without with an Alpha's pheromones or a silver piece. But that would have to wait, at least if he wanted to ensure it was his seed that stuffed you. He bites his lip, the thought sends a shiver down his spine. First he had to deal with Kirishima then he could take his time making you his.

"Well you know how it is don't ya? Didn't know you were such a pervert, Eiji. Is that why you walked her to class? Hoping she'd make you her boyfriend or some sappy shit?" Bakugou taunts, head tilting in mock question, "Guess you can't hold back anymore can you? Dreaming about giving her your knot?"

Kirishima bares his teeth, fighting the urge to buck at another Alpha, especially one he knows he will have to fight with full force. He opens his sharp toothed mouth to retort but yet another beast finds it's way into the clearing coming from the opposite of Kirishima but to the right of Bakugou.

The beast looks wild, heterochromatic eyes glisten beneath the full moon as white and red fur clash all the way down his spine. A collar around his throat catches the light as a broken chain drags across the ground, there are shackles around his wrists and ankles as well. Bakugou smirks, adrenaline fueling his excitement over what is about to be a damn good fight.

"You watchin little slut? Look at what your scent can do." He changes his stance into that of a fight, "You've got two normally non aggressive Aplahs ready to get their asses handed to them and for fucking what?"

The three of them shift their eyes and bodies this way and that before Bakugou licks his teeth.

"God I can't wait to bury my face in that soaked pussy." He lunges, transforming mid leap into a hauntingly powerful wolf. His teeth are exposed, lip curled up in a snarl as his targets Kirishima first. Kirishima barely shape shifts in time, pearly white teeth sink deep into his shoulder before gnashing at his throat. Deafening growls and yowling surround the clearing. Kirishima attempts to kick Bakugou off of him as they tumble closer to who you assume is Todoroki who bares his teeth. He launches himself at the other Alphas. His teeth find purchase in Bakugou's shoulder, blood staining white and blonde fur a like. There is no yelp or howl, just a stomach churning growl before Bakugou turns his attention towards the two toned wolf. Snapping his jaw as he attempts to get a grip on the chained wolf who dodges. Bakugou's teeth gleam with dripping crimson, a snarl of warning before he propels himself towards Todoroki. Sharp teeth bite at two toned fur as Shoto bares his teeth, growling, snapping his jaw at his opponent. Kirishima begins to get to his feet, limping as he avoid putting weight onto one of his front legs, crimson drips down onto the chilled dirt. He keeps his ruby red eyes on the two dancing wolves.

Bakugou strikes faster than Todoroki can dodge, and angry teeth clamp down at Todoroki's throat. The collar snaps from the force before Bakugou sinks his fangs deep into Todoroki's throat.

An ear ringing yelp is heard as blood pools into Bakugou's stained muzzle, white fur marred in crimson as Todoroki begins to sway. As the hot head's jaw is locked onto tender flesh, Kirishima attacks. Biting at the nape of Bakugou's neck and yanking him from Todoroki with force, tossing him with ease. The light colored wolf flies into trees snapping the thick oaks as if they were twigs. Buying some time for the two injured wolves, any other alpha would have seen this as a win, knowing the two from rival families would retreat to lick their wounds.

But Bakugou was no normal alpha. This gut clenching fight taught you as much. Todoroki struggles to keep consciousness, his throat dripping an insane amount of blood. He falls to his side huffing almost wheezing before he shifts back into human form, shackles shrinking to readjust to his wrists. Kirishima whines nudging at the unconscious, possibly dead man. All the while crimson red eyes peer through the unsettled dust before soaring through the air, landing on top of the black wolf. Pinning his back onto the ground as dark paws claw at bared teeth. Trying desperately to keep him at bay but with one fucked front paw it is a futile attempt. Quickly Bakugou overpowers him, sinking his teeth too deep into his friend's throat and keeping his muzzle there until the whining and yelping stops. Until he too shifts back to his human form.

You fight to keep your own whimpering in, still hidden in the brush while you hoped, prayed that he somehow got disoriented. That he forgot where you were.

His head snaps towards you, mouth dripping saliva and thick red blood. His eyes glow as his stalks closer. He stops just before the underbrush shifting back into that devilishly handsome face. He is soaked in blood, scratches line his face and chest. He wipes at his mouth but not once does his fist wipe away the cocky smile he holds.

He scares you but what scares you most is how your body is reacting to such a gruesome sight. A muscular man dripping in sticky red, droplets tracing the outline of his abs and a smile of triumph as two people lie wounded, possibly dead behind him. It made your pussy throb, the strength, the raw need and want to win and for what? For you, for your essence and the promise of a futile womb.

He can smell your fear as he yanks you from the bushes and thorns.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." He grins, pulling you closer to him as you try to push away. Just like you're trying to push away these odd feelings that swirl in your chest, in your stomach; of a weird pride and arousal. It was of no use, like pushing dead weight up a forty five degree hill, this too was a losing battle.

"K..kirishima." Your eyes are glued to his unmoving body, causing a deep rage to form in Bakugou's chest. He grips your chin forcing you to look at him his other hand goes straight for your sex, cupping the underwear allowing his fingers to swipe over the damp fabric.

"Don't you ever say his fucking name while you're wet for me. Got it?" His fingers are causing divots in your cheeks as you whimper from his contrasting touch. Harsh grip, soft strokes. As if reading your mind he takes a deep breath, not meaning to inhale so much of you.

"They ain't dead, you're worth the trouble. But not that much trouble. Now focus on me." He let's go of you, drinking you in smirking when he sees your costume. Or what's left of it anyway.

Thick irony that you would choose to be a bunny of all nights. He fingers the fake ears with earnest.

"Fitting." He purrs before taking both of his hands to the front collar of your dress, ripping the fabric from your torso. He growls audibly mumbling to himself "Much better." As you stand with your tits exposed, your lacy underwear catching his attention beneath fishnet tights. He bites his bottom lip, pulling you to him as he buries his face into your tits. Nipping sucking and biting as he eases your buckling legs towards the ground.

"Fuuuuck." He groans, pressing his cheek harshly against yours, trying to scent you as best he can without claiming you fully. It's hard, fuck is it hard. It always has been, since his first class with you.

You weren't a beta nor an omega. Hell you were of no wolf relation and yet you reeked, oozed of pheromones that drove him and apparently the others mad. He had tried to protect you, he really had, scenting a piece of an old t-shirt and even burning himself on silver.

He wanted you, he needed you, his cock ached for you. Weeping now at your arousal making his canines ache with an even greater pain.

But you were fucking mortal and he was betrothed. Technically all three of the aplahs in that clearing were betrothed to omegas. It was evident your smell seduced them as well.

He brings himself to your shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, claws, stuck halfway between human and wolf, rake down your back and ass making ribbons of the flesh. Still you moan and he occasionally swallows those whole as he kisses you. Letting you taste copper as his tongue placates yours, he subconsciously secretes soothing and lustful hormones and they are strong enough to make even you high. His hand finds your nipple and when you arch into him he loses his shit. Breaking the kiss to sniff you, nosing and biting until he finds that sweet spot. He opens his mouth, salivating at the thought as his teeth and cock beg for relief. He freezes, squeezing you to him for a moment. The action causes your ribs to creak in protest and yet you feel warm, safe.

His mouth hovers over your pulse point, the salty sweet taste of you, breaths away from the exact spot he would need to sink his aching teeth into to make you his.

In a quick motion and a test of will he shoves you onto your back, ripping at the fabric between your thighs after he forces your legs open. You do nothing to stop him, not that could.

Not that you would.

He slips his tongue between your folds and licks up, swirling the wet muscle when you buck against him. He hooks his arms around your legs gaining control over your hips and eats.

See Bakugou is a glutton and he will not stop until he is satisfied. It would be a gift and a curse for you.

He works his mouth against you thoroughly as the coil in your stomach snaps over and over again. Your hand fisting his hair as you cry out in hoarse gasps, legs shaking around his head, thighs squeezing his skull as he coaxes another high from you.

Your entire body is shaking, worn out already from however long he sucked, nipped and lapped at your core. Finally he seemed to come up for air but only to watch your sex convulse. He looks up to you causing your heart to skip a beat. His hair is that much more wild, his intense gaze glowing red in the low light and his face glistens with your slick.

"Fuck!" You cry out, letting your head fall back into the ground.

"What's wrong bunny? Can't handle a little head?" He shoves two fingers deeply into you making a come here motion. You ride another body quaking high as he tries to stretch you to accommodate him. His breathing becomes frantic, as he chases a smell you're emitting. Thrusting harshly into you as his other hand abusesyour clit until that deliciously addicting smell he's chasing crescendos. Your scream echoes in the woods as clear liquid shoots over Bakugou's forearms, all the while you held fluttering eye contact, practically melting in his hands. His fangs grow and he cannot hold himself back any longer. He shoves his pants all the way down, even off of his ankles as he sinks his lengthy girth into you in a snap of his hips. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through you like a live wire as you begin to mewl, needing him to move.

"More, more." You whine, tears prick your eyes as he smiles a deadly smirk.

"You're such a talkative cock sleeve. You want my knot that bad? Then take it." He thrusts into you setting a deep harsh pace. Alternating between quick succession and slow deep throats. Biting at the skin of your chest and shoulders, torturing you in such a way.

Punishing you for being mortal.

"Why?" It's a guttural growl as your mind is lost on another plane, "Why do you have to be mortal?"

He emphasizes each word with a thrust of his hips earning him a lovely raspy moan from you.

"I want to...to fucking mark you. Make you mine. The thought of any other alpha or even fucking human touching you…." His thoughts have him chasing two very dangerous highs, snapping his hips so he comes closer to your throat.

"Please...please Bakugou." You whimpering encourages him.

He breathes you in, tasting you without even a flicker of his tongue. Your arousal, your damp hair sticking to the column of your throat, the faint scent of your shampoo.

Somehow he reigns himself in again. Teeth elongated enough they almost scrape your skin. His breath comes out hot and heavy as you squirm beneath him for friction, wanting nothing more than to be filled. If he does this, if he makes you his mate, it would surely complicate everything.

"You have to tell me you want it." He's panting, vulnerable as he looks at you, your heart shatters from the look. Deafening reason and logic as it screams how badly you want to be his and he yours.

"Not just because it feels fucking good right now." His voice is husky, rasped as he fights the weight of his instincts, "Not because I'm fucking hot or a novelty to you mortals. If I mark you, you'll always feel something for me and vice versa. We'll be tethered and attracted to one another even if we fucking hate each other."

Slowly you nod, again he grabs onto your chin, sliding it down to your throat as he squeezes.

"This isn't some good acid trip, this isnt some fucking dream. You'll have to meet the elders. You'll have to deal with my ruts." Again he's panting, shaking from holding himself back, having half a mind to just kill you. Still you do not move away from his touch.

"My jealousy. My rage. My need for territory control. I'll come home dripping in blood. I'll kill other Alpahs." He breathes your name in such a way you clench around him. He growls from the sensation. You struggle to speak beneath his grip, head floating but some how in the right spot.

"I...I can handle it. Mark me Bakugou Katsuki. Fucking make me yours, fill me use me. Just…" He stares into your eyes until he can no longer take it. Pounding into you in a harsh pace, finally giving in

"You'll take my knot like a good slut won't you?" His eyes watch you nod before they fall to your breasts. Watching them bounce from the force of his thrusts. His hips turn sloppy as your high builds again. You claw at his back and his smells your high as he tries to time it right. He sinks his teeth into your throat, keeping it just a hair above a marking.

You feel a growing pressure as his tip stretches you even more until he finally sinks his teeth into you with a grown. His thrusts stuttering as hot ropes paint your walls. Your cunt flutters around it as all you can do is become limp in his grip. His arms are fully around you, his mouth still to your throat as he slowly eases up. His body giving off a bonding hormone so strong that even your moral senses can pick up on. It you drown in a high scented in spice caramel and heat. He pants heavily, his arms shaking as he kisses you fiercely, teeth bumping into yours before he pulls back.

Weakly you claw at him to hold him as he whispers praises. He lifts you, pulling you towards his chest to keep you safe as you begin to drift. His mouth is pressed to your ear and you can hear the cocky smile in his voice.

"Get some rest while you still can mate." His hand snakes around to your stomach, his fingers lightly caressing the skin.

"We aren't done until you're carrying my pups."

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Disinterested 2

A/N sorry this turned into a three parter I think. Please let me know if this is too slow of development 😅😭

"Are you going to the hero conference next week? Its somewhere tropical in America where All Might is from." Eji turns to ask the ash blonde who has been some how moodier these past few years.

"I'd rather Deku kiss me." He growls earning a big laugh from Kirishima whose breath huffs visibly in the air.

The smell of possible snow hanging heavy over the pathway to the crowded restuarant that Katsuki was being dragged to by his supposed best friend.

Scarlet eyes linger on your form as you clutch to Todoroki squealing about the biting cold, heterochromatic eyes stare down at you without a single fucking clue.

Katsuki's lips snarl, explosions threatening to detonate. Icy hot should know by now that you hate the cold and all that dumbass walking heater has to do is either shed his jacket and drape it across your delicate yet powerful shoulders or move you to his left side and let some of his quirk go.

But he doesn't, even after years of off again on again dating he just stares and your whining stops quickly, blush spreading across your cheeks almost embarrassed, feelings probably hurt, as Katsuki grits his teeth.

Fucking idot.

"No but seriously." Kirishima wipes tears from his eyes, "Mina has been asking if you're going. She misses the Bakusqaud. Plus isn't the tied number one hero SUPPOSED to go?"

Blood eyes flash to his ruby haired friend.

"We disbanded. They just wanna see me and hear Deku speak." All bite as Kiri guesses where his explosive friend was staring, his eyes widen.

She was the last member thanks to Aizawa partnering the five of you together. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, and Y/N.

"Yea but you hated her guts." Kiri states.

More like rearranged her guts.

"She wasn't part of the famed four."Eiji says nonchalantly and acts like he doesn't notice Katsuki bristle as the red head begins to put the pieces together.

Maybe there *was* a reason Bakugou had been so busy for those past few years.

Maybe it was training of another kind. Eiji smiles to himself before adding.

"Come on man!" He whines, "It'll be fun and loads of people will be there. Which means plenty of hot ass and plenty of FREE drinks at the after party."

He wiggles his eyebrows at the last part earning a horrifying glare for Bakugou.

"Plus I don't think Todoroki will be going which most likely means his dime piece, Y/N will not be attending either. Despite her high ranking." Kirishima's eyes grow big and pathetic looking as he adds, "So pleeeeeaaasssseee."

"Fine. But only so you will shut the fuck up about it!" Scarlet eyes find your familar frame before a final tsk is scoffed.

"I probably went easier on your than your PR agent." Kiri slaps the back of Katsuki playfully earning another glare.

"Let's get this stupid reunion over with." Katsu hisses as he pulls the golden doorknob, almost ripping the door from the hinges. As he makes his way to the table holding all of class 1A, realization washes over Katuski. One thing rings in his head as he glares at the table before him.

Kamisama does not favor Bakugou Katsuki and has not for quite sometime.

Kamisama has taken away his right as number one hero and has him tied to Deku of all fucking people.

Kamisama has thrust upon him the burden of All Might's end to forever carry on his shoulders.

What feels like worst of all, Kamisama brought you into his life to live at the fringes, never allowing him to be the center of your world.

Not even when you were the center of his.

He growls now as fate has set the two of you next to one another. The only seat open was at the end, next to you who sits in your much too tight dress that shows way too much of your sunkissed chest.

He catches you blush when he eases himself into his seat with a small growl. Knowing he cannot make it obvious by asking Kirishima to switch as he is sitting across from Katsuki but beside his fiance, Mina.

"Shoto!" You exclaim in your cutest voice, "What are you going to get?"

A deep sigh comes from your left that has your cheeks heated. A sigh that reminds Katsuki too much of a man who is disinterested in his woman.

"What I normally get, Y/L/N." His voice dancing along edges of disdain.

Katsuki can hear your heart fracture but before he can ask you what you're having Mina pipes up.

"I'm having the spicy katsu what about you, Y/N?"

You smile brightly, trying so hard to hide your hurt as you answer. All the while Katsuki holds back his temper, destroying several pairs of chop sticks through out the night.

"So how long is the pro hero trip? I know the beginning date." You ask Kiri, cheeks flushed with several shots.

"Oh it ends on 26th." He adds pouring you another. Katsuki gives Kiri a look that goes unnoticed by Eijis inebriated state.

"Oh that's good! Where the event is being held is on the beach I think and you'll get front row seats to a commit!!" There is so much joy in your face that it makes Katsuki's heart swell on it's own, even Mina and Kirishima swoon but Todoroki sighs causing you to back track. Something Katsuki only ever sees you do with *him*.

"Ah but it's stupid. We might be able to see it in Japan in another fifty years." You stare into your shot wondering when you started to feel this way.

When you started to feel so sad and so unsure when the old you would have told Todoroki to shut the fuck up that the commit was cool.

A once in a life time fucking chance.

But you didn't so you swallow your shot and silently beg Kiri for more with a shake of you 3 oz glass.

"Fucking shame." Katsuki growls, eyes falling to you, furthering your embarrassment instead of easing you.

He elbows you, holding your eyes but only for a second before Todoroki grips onto the crook of your arm as he whispers so low that Bakugou barely hears it over his own grinding teeth.

"That's enough kitten let's go." He growls before his volume goes to normal to add "Good night all. We're heading out."

This time Katsuki breaks the glass in his hand to keep himself from standing up and punching Todoroki in his stupid ass face.

Blood eyes latch onto yours as he watches you go, your sad face looking over your shoulder one final time.

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Katsuki adjusts the straps to his backpack as he waits on the tarmac of the small commercial plane intended for all of the hero's of Japan that plan to go.

He stares down at his ticket and sighs.

"Wow so even the number one hero has to share a plane huh?" Mina says by way of greeting.

"Yea don't fucking remind me." He growls. Kiri has nothing to offer but a sharp toothed smile.

"Kiri, Mina, wait up please." Your voice rings out causing Bakugou to grit his teeth as his pushes his way onto the plane.

Considering Kamisama has not been kind to him.

"Y/N!" Kiri smiles, "I didn't know you were coming."

Your eyes are wide as you stare at the plane, wondering how in the fuck this thing is going to cut through the sky.

It is not a bird, it does not have a flying quirk, why in the fuck would anyone want to board this thing.

You gulp. This was the exact reason you did not want to come. If you were falling thousands of feet in the air your quirk would be utterly useless.

"Yea." You swallow again, feeling your power shroud your shouldersout of habit when adrenaline ran through your body.

"Just yea?" Mina laughs, "You were dead set against going, you've never flown before."

"Well as number one female hero I have to go." You hiss, "Or so my agent says."

"Makes sense why mine booked me a double queen last minute." Mina states, "Guess we are gonna be roomies then!"

"It'll be so much like highschool. Except closer. Instead of my room being next to Bakugou's I get to share it."

You make a face, blushing from a flash back.

*"Katsu...they'll...they'll hear your headboard." You whine out as he mercilessly pounds into you.*

*"Good. Now let them hear how much pleasure I give you. Let them hear you scream kitten."*

"Your room was next door?" You almost squeak.

"Yea but he was hardly in it. He stayed with me a lot." Mina laughs, "Kiri go ahead and find your seat so I can help Y/N cope with finding seat C21."

"Okay!" Kiri calls out walking up the steps practically running into Katsuki.

"Oi." He is staring down at Eji darkly, "What's your seat number?"

Katsuki is hoping to sit with him, the thought of sitting with anyone else drives him fucking mad. Especially the thought of sharing it with Deku.

"Ah, G21. Oh I guess I sit next to Y/N She's scared to fly I think." He answers scratching the back of his head and Katsuki looks at his friend incredulously.

"Scared?" His expression changes, had you ever mentioned that in your year fling with him? Had he never noticed? Before he can stop himself he barks out

"We're switching seats."

"Oh ah are you sure?" Kirishima gives the ash blonde an odd look, "I thought..."

"Anyone is better than the chance of it being Deku." A half truth as he turns on his heel to find the fateful window seat.

Your face becomes crest fallen when you spot Katsuki in the seat next to yours. Looking out the window, brooding over God knows what.

Why? Why was he being shoved into your life over and over again.

It was hard enough to get him out of your head, especially these last few months with Todoroki who's hot flame for you has turned to ice.

An icy flame you snuffed out forever this morning. Ending things between you and Todoroki forever.

You kept quiet about the whole thing. What between his lingering gazes to Momo and your changed personality it was for the best that you two separated.

You sigh, how could you be so unlucky to get a seat next to the most callous person on the plane?

But this is what you get right?

What you deserve after shutting, practically slamming, the door on something that made your heart soar ten times more that what Todoroki could ever provide.

And now there he sat, ash blonde embodying all of your mistakes as his feigned hate, the old sexual tension between you two turning to real, true loathing.

Your throat closes and you feel tears burning in your eyes. You blink furiously, determined to get this flight over with.

You shove your bag into the overhead and sit quietly. Hands already fidgeting as other heroes load onto the plane. You try not to call upon your quirk for comfort but the lights dim anyway. The darkness, even in the day, calls to you but you must ignore the shadows and their whispers.

Yours could blind the pilot, you close your eyes and try to meditate. That is until the low hum of the engines roar with gusto, speeding up as the plane does.

You swallow gripping onto you own hand so tightly half blood moons appear. As the plane ascends the Earth fights to keep you on the ground frightening you. Suddenly a hand is held out to you and when you do not take it a soft tsk fills the space between you.

"Take my hand baka." He bites and you listen. Lacing your fingers with his own, relishing his ass backwards comfort. You squeeze your eyes shut as you grip onto such a familiar hand despite not having held it in eons.

"Oi." His voice is feather soft in your ear, the same as all the times he whispered in the middle of the night to see if you were awake so long ago. You respond the same way you always had, peaking open one eye in his direction.

"Who's sitting in front of us?" He whispers and you try to focus on his voice instead of the constant sound of the plane tearing through the air.

"Ah umm." You peak through the seats to see your petite friend still sporting her chestnut hair short, "Urakaka-chan."

"Right. So what's her quirk?" His lips are still by your ear.

"Anti gravity."

"Good ki..." He pulls back and almost rips his hand from yours before glancing at your face. Tears still threatening to be shed although anyone else wouldn't have noticed. Katsuki clears his throat and tries again.

"So then if by the nearly impossible chance this plane goes down. Who are you grabbing first?" His voice is rough again. Angry at himself and never agitated with you, or your fear.

"I'm going to grab you and U-san." You squeeze his hand and the lights dim for a moment before you take a large calming breath. Katsuki furrows his brow. Why in the world would you ever grab him? He goes to ask but sees that you are still a little shaky. He slips his hand from yours despite you fighting it to lift up the arm rest between you two and pull you to him.

"This is going to be your only opportunity to be this close to the Number One hero. So you better not get used to it." He snarls lowly but you snuggle deeper, ignoring the bite in his voice.

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The conference drags and passes within the blink of an eye as all boring obligations do. Time is slow behind the conference room walls and one is always astonished as to how it can be so late in the day.

You grit your teeth pulling at your black cocktail dress, sure that your cleavage would not spill any further. Normally heroes' costumes are acceptable for meetings but this one was more upscale. More of a formal international discussion on hero regulations and how to better unite the world's countries. During the eight hours you couldnt help your quick glances to a scowling Katuski who sat next to a bright and happy Deku.

Bakugou cleaned up well in his black on black suit, in fact he had changed his whole hero outfit to black on black just before graduating. The only spark of color his blood red eyes. You blush, you always loved how sexy he looked in black, especially now that he was dressed to the nines.

And well you never did thank him for his kindness. The second that plane landed you sprung up, even forgetting your bag as you exited the plane in blind fear.

"After party?!" Mina and Kirishima ask in unison though feet apart to their best friends.

You eye Katsuki who eyes you a moment before snearing away from you.

"I don't know. It's late."

"Its barely 8! And the sun hasn't even gone down! Plus it's not every day you get to party at America's nicest beach!" Mina begs as she pulls you along. All the while all you can hear is his sharp voice.

"I'm not fucking going Kirishima and that's fucking final."

Drinking comes easy when the shots are free. Especially with the tight black dress Mina lent you, the one where the front and the back dip low, lower than you're used to and you have to worry about your bust slipping out.

You hadn't realized how popular you had become in America, shocked to see your face and your name in Kanji on t-shirts of men and women.

"Aaayyyeee Dark Star let's get a selfie and take a shot together!" A fan calls, he places his hand on your waist as he pulls you to the bar. It always feels odd to be guided by a man, you never did get used to it with Todoroki even after almost two years of dating.

Only one male comes into mind where it felt normal, safe.

But he isn't here tonight. So you let him buy you a shot and you take the selfie with his lips to your flushed from booze cheeks.

Little do you know how quickly the photo goes viral in just a few hours. You dance, take more shots and dance some more.

All into the late night. You dance with the throngs of sweating bodies. Music booming as the dark of the night whispers in the wind from the open garage doors to the big dance floor. You let it flow, weave through bodies and dim the lights even lower. No one falters in their dancing, if anything the extra dark is invited.

Mina slips her hand onto your arm, pulling you from your dancing trance

"Hey we are going to head up to the hotel for the night. Are you gonna be okay to make it back next door?" Mina's lips are pressed to your ear as she shouts, competing with the rhythm of your favorite song.

You dance now even in her grip as your eyes spot a drunk Kirishima at the fringes of the sweating intoxicated bodies.

"Yea I'll be fine!" You shout back. She gives you a look. One that says she doesn't really want to leave, they flicker over your shoulder to the man pushing his way through to you to present more shots.

"You sure? That guy..."

"Oh Damon?" You follow her gaze before holding her moon eyes once more, "He's friendly. Plus I could plunge him into eternal darkness if I really wanted too."

Mina gives your arm a final squeeze before she goes. You turn, not being able to stomach the jealousy that seeps into your bones.

Jealousy of her ability to live the life with the person she chooses.

You down Damon's offered shot and then greedily gulp his.

Wondering how much alcohol its going to take to drown out a particular set of candy apple red eyes.

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