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spice-chan · 3 years

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Yan!Dragon King!Bakugou Katsuki x Water Nymph!f!reader

The water nymphs send an unusual peace offering this year...

Warnings: Reader sent as a peace offering so feelings of objectification are present. Yandere themes. Possessiveness. Yandere bakugou but only becomes outwardly yandere towards the end. Death (killing). Not too descriptive about wounds though, although they are mentioned (not inflicted on reader). Bakugou is a bit of a douchebag at the start.

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tags: @angie-1306 (your ask got deleted but thank god you werent on anon) @axther @reddriot

A bundled-up body was dropped under his throne, the body writhing and trying to get muffled screams to be heard.

“My king, the water nymphs made a peace offering. She was dropped off in front of the castle entrance.”

Bakugou’s rich red eyes calculatedly glanced down, breath hitching for a second at the beauty of the roped female—a water nymph. An offering to him. His eyes made contact with yours, seeing the clear defiance and disdain in them, but he knows this look, behind made walls of resistance and will of steel is a petrified woman afraid of her fate. How unfortunate for you. Your eyes were wide and glassy, cute in their attempt at conveying anger, brows furrowed in a glare that merely made Bakugou smirk in amusement. Your mouth, even with the rope muffling every sound you made, clearly showcased a pair of sweet and kissable lips.

The nymphs who sacrificed you did you no favour as well, for they left you scantily dressed, leaving you exposed to the hungry eyes of dragons around you, irking Bakugou slightly that others are looking at his prize.

He left his throne, languidly walking up to you before crouching down to inspect you, to see what’s so special about you. The water nymphs never usually offered one of their own in their attempt at maintaining neutral peace. This ritual which they adopted since ancient times became nothing more than a nicety, they usually offered rare fish, nuts, never a full-fledged nymph, and an attractive one at that. Perhaps the fact that Bakugou, the most renowned dragon shifter finally claimed the throne made them feel unsettled. For his savage and bloodthirsty need to be the absolute best was second to none.

His calloused palms took a hold of your face, ignoring your attempts at deflecting his hold as his massive palm dwarfed your face and made it plenty clear he can easily crush you. He inspected your face from different angles, seeing nothing extraordinary. He took this opportunity to feel up your soft skin which had been tempting him ever since he noticed you laying helplessly on the floor. He then confirmed the validity of the rumours that claimed water nymphs had skin supple and silky as water. It felt like he was running his finger across the surface of a ripple, a mere dip of his finger could breach the surface.

Heh, you’re kinda pretty. So very different from draconian women, who had thick builds paired with excellent survival skills and shifting abilities, but you...he bets it was so easy to overpower you and wrap you up nicely for him to unpack his gift.

He lifts you, his muscles bulging and tensing, proving that carrying you was not a struggle to him in the slightest.

He ignores your useless thrashing, kicking and resisting like a wild bird held in a tyrant's hand. Its wings contained and nails not doing any damage, freedom seeming further and further away. He walks with you on his shoulders, his massive, hulking shoulders.

Soon enough, the rowdy chatter of the men becomes scarce, and their figures even more so, making you double your efforts in trying to escape the tyrant lumping you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Tsk, keep bein’ a brat and I’ll have to tie your shitty hands.” He turned his head to look at you as he said this, cementing his statement with a fiery glare that only infuriated you further.

He ignored any protest you made after that, walking with you and entering a wing that looked to be heaven-sent from the sheer luxury, gold highlights emphasized in every corner, treasures and artefacts littered around the corridor in a painfully tidy and organised to the very centimetre, clearly they got shined twice a day. However, the further he ventured, the more the previous shine lost its glory, it appeared clean, however, the stark contrast to the speckless shine from before was clear.

Bakugou stopped in front of the grandest door, he twisted the golden doorknob, finally appreciating your quietness. You couldn’t help it, you weren’t particularly rich back home, so to see this reincarnation of decadence really has your eyes glassing, bright in some semblance of joy, you forgot your situation for a second.

You were rudely reminded when you were dumped down on a hard surface.

“OUCH, YOU ASSHOLE.”

When you looked down, however, every profanity disappeared from your tongue as it twisted in awe. You were thrown on a pile of fucking treasure. A huge, mountainous pile of glittering gold and brandished silver, rubies, and every single gem one could imagine.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, scowling at how much he liked the view of you on top of his hoard. He smirked, feeling prideful and accomplished until he noticed that the walls of fury and fire you built up ever since he saw broke in the worst way possible. Your face was scrunched, it felt like your cheeks were lit aflame in humiliation as tears streaked down your adorable face.

Bakugou felt like the biggest douchebag to walk the earth.

You brought your knees closer and hid your face behind them, body shaking as you sobbed. Your tribe sent you as a peace offering, not caring for the slightest about your well being and fate, and now you're stuck here with a brute of a king who has no qualms with treating you like a glorified piece of jewellery. You didn’t want him to see this side of you this soon, you didn’t want him to see how petrified you are, how weak and defenceless you are compared to him. You wanted to rivers of anguish gushing from your eyes to stop, but they wouldn’t.

“Hey…” he tried to console you. It was a poor attempt from an unpractised dragon.

You tried to speak, navigate around that lump in your throat to shout at him, tell him to leave you alone, but your voice failed you just like everything tends to.

You felt him clumsily try to lift your head in a gesture that fell between a forceful demand and a soothing touch. What is up with him now?

You relented and showed him your puffy eyes, glistening eyes, looking at him with trembling lips.

“Tch, stop crying! You—you’ll get snot and tears all over my hoard.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because a fresh batch of tears came, staining the apples of your cheeks.

“Fuck—no. I didn’t mean that.” Your sniffling was reduced to mere hiccups, break down halting at the sight of the most feared man on the earth, the legendary dragon king bakugou, most hardened warrior and skilled shifter, attempting to apologise.

“Shit—I wouldn’t have to be so rough if I knew it bothered you this much.” He pouted, cheeks turning a shade of red that seems almost adorable, turning away from you to scowl at the floor.

Fuck, his mother taught him better, yet the sight of you made him forget any semblance of manners, eager to get his hands on you and away from the prying eyes of people to who you didn’t belong.

An innate sense of possessiveness engulfed him, one that can only be appeased with you sitting on the one place most intimate and guarded by him: his hoard.

But, he’ll tone it down until he gets you more pliant and accepting.

“Stay where you are.” He simply commanded before walking off.

You stayed there, mind urging you to run away, a foolish choice your pride keeps urging you to make. Runaway, in a castle heavily guarded, without having the slightest clue how to get to the exit.

Yeah, bad idea. You’re sure you aren’t welcome back ‘home’ anyway. The thought feels like a sharp dagger slicing your heart, taking its time carving the pain into you.

Soon enough, Bakugou is back, trying to tone down his intimidating aura, but to no avail, for he noticed you shrinking at the sight of his hulking figure. It stung him a little, making his frown a little tighter.

“Come with me,” he said curtly, then walked swiftly out, his cape swishing behind him, making you scramble to follow him, struggling to keep up with his fast steps, frustration slowly rising like bile up your throat and making it harder to stay silent and compliant.

He took you out of the castle, ignoring the curious looks to the best of his ability, but before he could step a foot outside the gate, he grits his teeth in anger and took off his cape. He bundled you in it and lifted you, once again, like a sack of potatoes. But you were too busy feeling like you were lit on fire as you realised that you were walking around in the outfit you were donned in or lack thereof. You buried your face in the fabric, unintentionally making a sound that’s caught between a groan and a whimper.

He walked behind the castle, climbing places with you on his back until he got to where he needed to be

When you arrived, however, you are almost glad you didn’t voice your woos. The sight before you was breathtaking, so much so that your previous plights evaporated even if for a minute.

The scenery was breathtaking, it was a cave, and in the corner, if it was a treasure pile, except merely saying it's a pile was an understatement as it was a mountain in its own right. The hoard you saw back at the castle was incomparable. But that’s not what truly captured you. As he led you further in, you realised the true purpose of this journey.

There was a medium-sized pool, wide enough to fit comfortably in the cave without hogging up all the space, but deep enough that even Bakugou with his stature could enjoy a swim in it. It was clear too, so clear you felt like you could dip your leg in it and see through your very own flesh, that it would make your skin translucent. It was a shade of blue one could only dream of seeing, and after doing so would live their life content.

Perhaps you were biased, seeing that it’s in your very nature as a water nymph to be needing close contact with water, and to be enamoured with it.

All rationale left you though, needing for the water to cleanse you of all your stress and pain, and so bakugou’s cape slipped off your shoulders and hit the floor, your figure leaving it behind as you approached the water and slipped inside. You felt a rush of dopamine override all the negativity inside of you, feeling the water hug you, surround you, shield you.

“So it's true, huh?”

You almost forgot he was here, but Bakugou didn’t forget about you, not even for a second. He was watching you, fascination swirling in his pupils as your expression melted to one of near happiness, heart lurching with every cute expression you made, that *he* caused.

“What is?” You replied, turning in the water to face him.

“That water nymphs live such carefree lives because they spend them inside ponds and lakes.”

You scrunch your nose at that, unable to fathom the exact meaning of his words but having an idea. “We don’t live carefree lives. Not all are given that luxury, at least not me.” You said, giving him a once over with a glare to signify that he’s the problem. He’s the root cause of your misery, Bakugou doesn’t know how to feel about that. It’s quite unfortunate really.

He shrugs his shoulders and reverts to his default face, feigning nonchalance.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like much goes on in your ditzy head.”

You felt your face warm, could very well hear the aggressive thrumming of your blood as you gritted your teeth in anger. And you were about to unleash the full force of your fury until you heard wings flapping outside.

You turned your head, trying to take a glance at the disturbance, but your view was shielded by Bakugou, who moved unnaturally fast for someone who made it clear how nothing phases him. And not fast enough for you to think it’s a real threat.

He came back moments later with an attire you regretfully recognized.

No, scratch that, he brought several. Pale, light flowy dresses that are often worn by your people. Light enough that they wouldn’t mind an occasional soak in water.

Your anger dissipated, melting into confusion, then quickly becoming embarrassment as you realised you were comfortably standing in front of him in your underwear.

You should feel happy, but bile rose up your throat, the taste of humiliation clear on your tongue as you realised with distaste that he was indeed right, you did live carefreely. You also realised you won’t be able to live like that ever again, and that very realisation brought tears to your eyes once again.

“Tch, just take one and wear it. I don’t need you crying again.”

Your face fell, and Bakugou felt his heart twinge a little when you responded with silence, looking at your sad face made him feel oddly protective. It’s probably because you were his treasure. Like his hoard right? He always needs his treasure to be kept in optimum conditions.

Having justified that to himself, he didn’t feel as weird now regarding what he was about to do.

While you changed into one of the outfits he got you, he dug through his hoard, knowing exactly what item he wanted to dig out. His fingers slithered through countless gold pieces, shining enough to cure a greedy man’s blindness. He finally found it, a delicate golden chain, but what demands attention is the ruby hanging from it. He brings a thumb to it, rubbing the rock appreciatively, liking the semblance of the colour to his eyes.

You coughed, signaling you you were done, snapping away his wondrous gaze from the necklace.

You looked really pretty in the dress, he’s got to thank Kiri for the speed run to the shops that he did. The light material hugs your skin, looking stretchy, yet form fitting that it hugged your body in a way that made Bakugou jealous.

You looked in your element now, but somehow the awkwardness still lingered in the air as you avoided his gaze.

Bakugo didn’t try to be subtle when checking you out, in his eyes, you were *his* whether or not that’s what he chose so he can at least check what he has right?

Bakugou didn’t pay heed to the slow spiral of his morals, of the things he worked so hard to uphold. His justifications were slowly manifesting into delusions.

He approached you, ignoring the way you tensed when he went behind you, turning around to question him, but he was quickly done. Your eyes caught the glistening red ruby hanging from your neck, the colour rich and deep like red wine. You didn’t hate it, but confusion swirled in your veins at his actions.

“Looks good on you.” The colour looks like my eyes, it reminds me that you’re mine.

Bakugo wasn’t sure why he held off on telling you what’s on his mind, he usually doesn’t hesitate once to tell the truth.

Your wide, glittery eyes stared up at him, trying but failing to hide their awe. The anger and resentment took a backseat to intrigue, so did he pick this out for you because he thought it would look nice on you? How strange of him.

He lifted a calloused finger up, face now cleared and relaxed that he looked pretty, not intimidating, not barbaric, but pretty. He caressed your cheek, smiling slightly when he felt how warm it was. It slipped off his face all too soon when he took the reins back. He squished your cheek, lips once again taking the shape of a sadistic smile.

“You look dumb”

Your features hardened, gaze narrowed in anger and hatred that it made Bakugou surprised. Surprised by how much he hated it, or by the sheer intensity? He didn’t have much time to dwell on his thoughts though, because a dainty hand flew his way and slapped his hand away.

“You-“ you nearly growled in anger, tears once again coating your eyes because of him. “You rude, barbaric, selfish, egoistical “jerk!” You shouted at him. Why were you this angry?

“Just when I think you might be a decent person.” You rub furiously at your eyes, shoulders slouched in disappointment as you disappeared deeper into the cave and out of his sight. You were always so naive and easy to fool.

Bakugou felt the full weight of your words weighing down on him, but he tried to shrug it off. He walked out, silently brooding with his thoughts until a servant came and delivered dinner.

He stood up, walking to you with tje food in his arms, hoping he could butter you up with it. He found you in the deepest part of the cave, face hidden behind your knees, unmoving.

You were sleeping.

He set the food down, bending down to try and confirm his observation, only for a remorse to hit him like a truckload after he saw the semi dried tear tracks. He didn’t have to be that mean to you. Maybe his dragon subjects can handle it because they have thicker skin, naturally, and they’re used to him. But you were just thrust into his life today and he’d been laying it thick on you. He’s coming to terms with his attraction to you and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

He nudged your shoulder, not wanting to test his voice right now, afraid it might be too gentle.

You stirred awake, your face relaxed and serene as you blinked blearily.

“Hm?” You rubbed your eyes, looking at your surroundings with confusion. Your eyes were red.

He wondered how much you cried.

He mumbled something unintelligible, you turned your gaze to him, the sleepiness now almost all gone.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Your tone was sharp and cutting, and your gaze, now devoid of all confusion, was similarly icy.

“‘didn’t mean to make ya’ cry.” You nearly believed him, nearly.

“What’s this? Another act to make me lower my guard? Well you don’t need to, I’m at your mercy. You can skip the pleasantries and just laugh at how pathetic I am.”

He stared at the floor, well, *glared*.

“You’re not pathetic.” He simply said, glaring at you in a way that dared you to challenge him”-and I’m not going to laugh at you.”

He could speculate about his feelings all day, drown in this euphoria of infatuation, hate you for making him weak but one thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to hate him. He wants your eyes to look at him in wonder again, to admire him and fill him with endless pride, to maybe smile at him, he hasn’t seen you smile yet but he bets it’ll be gorgeous.

It’s only because he wants his treasure to be in optimum condition, nothing more, nothing less.

“Then why do you go out of your way to demean me?” You questioned accusingly.

“I don’t, that’s just how I am, you’re going to have to accept it because you’re not going anywhere.” Dread filled you, knowing your days would be filled with humiliation, mocking words echoing in your head like an endless loop.

You stayed silent, accepting your fate because what else could you do? At least you got your greatest companion to keep away the loneliness; water. He once again waited for a response that never came, and he stood up with a sigh, stretching his limbs.

“Just eat your food. I guarantee you’ll like it.”

He said, hanging his cape around him once again, reminding you just who he is, making it flutter behind him as he left you all alone.

He was back early the next day, he found you asleep inside the pool, your head resting on your folded hands on the ledge. The sight had his worry spike so much that a vein was visible on his forehead. He woke you up and scolded you.

And then he proceeds to lay food in front of you, climbing up to sit on top of his hoard to watch you while you eat, not minding the fact that his gaze was sealed on you for minutes, nor the fact that at some point you scolded him for making you uncomfortable.

You didn’t like the glint in his eyes.

In the afternoon he was back with blankets, pillows and other gifts, hoping to sooth the raging waves of your ire. Trying to convince you that he isn’t that bad.

After a while, his daily visits, gifts…reluctant kindness was all you knew. You were starting to let the memories of your home slip, you were accepting the fact that the previous bonds you forged were inevitably breaking. You were accepting the fact that you’re now stuck in a cave as glorified treasure.

And it showed, the sadness on your face would linger, numbness in your tone. Even the water was suffocating.

“CAN YOU STOP ACTING SOULLESS?” And Bakugou eventually couldn’t take it anymore.

You turned to him, no longer was there a fire raging in your eyes. He’s losing the girl he met in his throne room on a fateful day. He no longer cares whether he has to bare his raw feelings to you, the intimidate, gushy, soft, mushy feelings he feels every time he sees you. He wants to hold you everyday, not like you’re an exotic treasure, *but his* treasure. He wants you have his hatchlings with you, and he wants to see you smile at him.

“Why should I?” You replied with dullness, not particularly moved.

“Because…” he looked constipated, his lips clamped together while his cheeks were dusted a cherry red.

“Because?” You didn’t get it. You’re just like a piece of jewelry right? Why does it matter if you become quiet and compliant?

“Because I love you.” He said softly, too softly for someone who looks as rugged and rough as him. Now that broke your composure. Your eyes widened, surprise painting your features as the dragon king Bakugou Katsuki just confessed to you. The greatest soldier in the land, the most terrifying shifter.

He cupped your cheeks, softly stroking the skin, appreciating the soft texture against his scarred hand. His face was so red, even his ears but he was smiling. He was smiling so hard that you wondered whether this was the same person. “I love you, I want you to be happy.” He said, now louder, prouder and more confident in his honeyed words.

You slapped his hand away.

“I don’t believe you.” You cruelly stomped on his confession, making his smile fall.

“But why? Have I not treated you well? I’ve never cared about someone as much as you”

“Prove you love me.” You challenged, staring him in the eye before adding.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t though.”

You turned around and walked away from him, but he decided that wasn’t the end of the conversation and he grabbed your wrist.

“How?!” Frustration was evident in his voice, but so was desperation. He was genuine about wanting to prove his love to you, what would people think if they saw the great dragon king behaving like this over a woman?

You ripped yourself from his hold and spat “figure it out.”

He came back at the dead of night, grunting, laughing and calling your name. You stirred from slumber, eyes fluttering open and peaking out from the blanket you cocooned yourself in. Yoy felt a hand brushing the hair away from your face, lips pressing to your forehead before the fog cleared away to reveal a bloodied Bakugou.

You screamed, scrambling to move away from him, but he held you back, keeping your supine form in place. With his arms on either side of you, not only holding your arms in place but also supporting his weight above you as he stared down at you like some sort of predator.

He laughed heartily, and if he wasn’t drenched in blood you’d find it kind of cute.

“What? Ya’ scared of a little blood? That’s cute.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, asking shakily whose blood it is.

His eyebrows rose, humming at your question before a cocky smirk took over.

“You’ll see. This will show you for sure that I love your bratty ass.” He got off you, walking towards the entrance of the cave, dragging a lifeless figure with him before discarding it carelessly in front of you.

It was the chief of water nymphs. Her old and withered frame looked pale and lifeless, yet brutal gashes littered her body.

“She was the one who sent you here, right?”

You wordlessly nodded, eyes glued to the corpse in front of you.

“I couldn’t set you free, ‘cuz I loved you, I won’t stand to have you around. But she hurt you a lot didn’t she? If she didn’t send you here as simply a peace offering, I would have found my way to you eventually and fell in love with you anyway. I don’t keep you because you’re another treasure on my hoard.” Despite the flaw in his justifications, his manic ramblings and his lovesick eyes, you weren’t repulsed, you weren’t mourning the death of the monster who sent you as a peace offering for objecting to her new rules.

No. Maybe you’re as fucked up as he is, but in a moment of pettiness, you turned to him and smiled.

You weren’t sure whether the redness on his cheeks were blood or a blush. But his eyes were looking at you like you were a miracle, a shining star, it’s like he had heart for eyes but who can blame him? Who can blame the wild thumping of his heart, that’s hammering against his ribcage like a woodpecker does to a tree? He finally got to see you smile.

“Do you believe me now?” He said, leaning closer to you, his eyes looking misty, glistening like the ruby on your neck.

“I do, Katsuki.” You replied, letting your eyes hold his own as you also moved closer to him, cupping his cheek, hand tangling in his surprisingly soft hair.

He was mesmerised, breath lost at your soft touch. The only physical contact he’s had before was when he was out in the field slaughtering enemies, hurting, grabbing. Not being caressed, because that’s soft and he’s never done soft until he met you.

You pecked him softly, lovingly. But you soon moved towards his ear, whispering carelessly.

“You know this could cause war with the forest creatures, right? You broke a centuries long treaty.”

He growled, giving you a bloodied grin. “Whatever those shitty extras throw at me, I can handle it. They wouldn’t pick a fight with me if they are smart.”

You squeezed his bicep, marvelling at how hard it was, he’s not infamous for nothing.

Is that all it takes to win you over?

You looked down at the chief, or ex-chief. You could still remember her cold, cruel grin as she saddled you up, to make an example out of you. No one questions her rule, no one has the right to, even if she endangers them, even if she takes the land that they always freely enjoyed.

Yeah, maybe that’s enough, you believed him. Or maybe you’re picking your own poison.

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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arrière-pensée

— When you start a new job, you never thought you would come face with Most Wanted Ground Zero who decides that you’re going to help him make a point.

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, robbery kink, consented noncon, public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, spanking, slight gunplay, sadist bakugou, machoist reader, blow job, character death, murder, blood, gun violence, knife violence

word count: 8,550

a/n: literally fuck me. I super fucking liked this prompt had clearly had too much fun because this was not supposed to be a long fic. anyways, I hope you like the idea of big bad evil bakugou fucking you to make a point. also, just trust me on the details on y/n I make, please. make sure to comment on all fics you enjoy, all authors love them! carefully read the warnings!!!!

kinktober day 4 main kink: robbery kink

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“As for our latest news, the city of Chiba has decided to close the current twelve-month reigning search for the missing victim of the Chiba Bank robberies. However, known criminal known only by his alias Ground Zero who has been on our countries most wanted list on account of robberies, murder, and rape is still on the ru—”

Click.

You frowned as you threw the TV remote onto the bed, unease sitting on your stomach.

Pre-work jitters were a normal thing, right?

You looked at the full-length mirror in front of you, your finger pressed against a black pencil skirt, trailing up to brush against the white silk shirt you wore. Today is a special day, you reminded yourself as you lined closer to the mirror. Your hand grabbing the dark red lipstick you owned and as smoothly as you could, smoothed the cream over your lips.

The first day working at the esteemed Yaoyorozu Banking Inc., the world's most influential and wealthiest bank. Getting an interview at the prestigious bank had been a once in a lifetime opportunity, your incredible resume and references without a doubt getting your foot in the door to simply be a bank teller.

Yes, to simply be a bank teller, you had to know at least three languages (you knew English, Japanese, Mandarin, and Spanish), had to know someone with affiliations to either the Yaoyorozu family or the hiring team (your number one reference was none other than the CEO and Founders daughter), and have a certain intellect (there was an admittance test to even qualify to fill out a job application). It had been a rather challenging admittance for you, especially as they had only been one job opening. Frankly, you think your only reason for winning the spot was due to Yaoyorozu Momo’s hand.

Still, it mattered not in the end because you had the job—no use of trying to figure out just what made you stand out so much.

Pushing away from the mirror, you studied yourself over one last time.

Your outfit was exactly as they required it to be, your pink hair styled appropriately out of your face, and the slight gleam of your pantyhose made you heave a heavy sigh.

You were as ready as you could ever be.

With one final look into the mirror, you tilted your head at the gold-colored contacts you wore, a symbol of the job you held at Yaoyorozu Bankings and thought it made you look like a whole other person. No time to dwell on that, you decided, slipping on your watch and red-bottomed high heels and left your apartment.

It was time to work.

The commute to work was dull if you ignored the way your stomach twisted and turned in the thought of arriving at work. What would the security be like, at the bank, you couldn’t help but wonder? Would there be bulletproof glass? Ten security guards?

All the banks you’ve ever had the pleasure of entering had always been handled with a small waiting room for clients and a five-inch thick bulletproof glass wall. But that had been at smaller, local banks, not anything like where you were about to begin working. Yaoyorozu Banking had several different buildings designated for the different types of jobs located within their name. You did, however, know that the smallest only two-story building was for their in-person bank tellings. That is where you would be working. Two floors for an essential part of their business, and you had no idea what it looked like as you had no account with them, and your interview had taken place at their headquarters.

By the time the bus had pulled up to the stop, you would need to get off of, you could feel the nerves of the upcoming day begin to sit heavily on your bladder. You could feel the eyes of everyone else on the bus staring at you as you exited the vehicle. Everyone knew what this stop was for and had undoubtedly seen the gold contacts when you passed by them.

Each step of your heel against the sidewalk's paved concrete seemed to echo distinctly in your ear. It was rather odd, you noted as you walked toward the bank's building, that despite a large number of employees and patron’s the bank had, it seemed almost deserted. Looking down at the watch on your wrist, you knew immediately that you weren’t running late. As a matter of fact, you would be running precisely on time, showing up to your on-call site fifteen minutes before you were due.

Regardless, you took each stride in your step as powerfully and as in control as you could. Your gaze narrowed, focused, intense as you stared at the revolving crystal clean glass doors. With one last supporting thought about how you were absolutely going to make sure that you would end this day in success, you pushed through.

White marble floors, glossy white walls with black and gold accents met your gaze immediately. Despite the apparent shock of seeing the indoors of this lavish, distinctly rich bank, you continued moving as if unaffected. The clicking of your heels against the floor was the only thing letting you know that you were, in fact, moving.

Twelve men lined the lobby hallway, each tall, bulky with sunglasses and earpieces on. Although you couldn’t see their eyes, you had without a doubt that they were looking at you as you passed them to a set of large oak and gold accented doors.

There, a smiling woman greeted you. Her smile is warm and gentle as her own silver-colored eyes welcome you, and your spine stiffens at the appearance of information that passes through your vision.

Name: Fuwa Mawata Position: Greeter & Inspector.

“Ah, welcome Uzume-chan!” she cheered in greeting, her mascara painted eyes closing in greetings. You said your hello’s, your voice breathy with the shock of this bank's high technological advantages. “I see that this is your first day here, and luckily for you, no one is around, so I may quickly inform you of entrance clearance!”

“T-That sounds perfect!” you admit, your smile feeling just the littlest bit too tight, but your hands held your bag tighter in your grip.

“Wonderful! Well, here at Yaoyorozu’s Banking Inc., we have a strict business protocol for both our clients and our employees! First, as you may or may not know, all of the building's operations take place on the floor above, and due to the clients we have, it's a bit… unorthodox in our approach. We are the only bank with no bulletproof glass between you, the bank tellers, and our customers!”

What now?

“Our clients are so finicky about being treated with such distrust that they’d rather have this approach!” Fuwa laughed as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with such statements. “So, to approach the bank, you must pass by me! But do not worry! We have never, ever within our nearly century-long reign, have ever been robbed or seized before. Our twelve men out there are true experts, and I have the only button to inform the police right here! Everyone, so both clients and employees, must leave their personal belongings here, and I will search you for any potential weapons!”

“I’m not allowed my phone up?” you asked, a bit confused by this rather outlandish set of rules.

“I’m afraid not! You’ll be so busy working the entire time you won’t be needing it. You are allowed to come and retrieve while on lunch since the break room and lunchrooms are down here on the first floor!” Fuwa confirmed, her head nodding in confirmation. “I understand that it can be a bit different, I myself am not yet used to it, but these rules are in place so that every one of our clients and employees can remain safe!”

You fight off the frown that dangerously tries to grow on your face by nodding, handing over your purse to Fuwa, “That makes sense.”

“Glad to know that it isn’t an issue for you, Uzume-chan! Now, if you’ll step past me, I’ll be checking for any concealed weapons, and you will be met with your supervisor as soon as you enter the second floor!”

It takes exactly two seconds for Fuwa to complete her scan of your body. She explained with a wink that her contacts allowed her to find any potentially dangerous weapon on a person's body. “No matter where it might be,” she added with a tilting head and a bright grin. “By the way, I love the watch! It’s so beautiful, it must’ve been expensive!”

“Oh,” you feel your face warm as you gently touch the watch, your finger tapping the watch’s face twelve times while your smile is unparalleled as you think of the man who had gifted you the object. “Thank you, it was a gift.”

With that, you climbed up the stairs as sophisticatedly, brushing a few strands of curly pink hair out of your face as you enter the main floor, and you realize immediately that the quiet of the first floor and outdoors does not reach this floor.

The second floor is loud.

People with their names and occupations flashing within your view walking from table to table, stacks of paper in their arms, arguing, or talking with those around them. It was a sight to behold, indeed. But a voice interrupted your thoughts, and before you could honestly assess the situation at hand, you were whisked away, a detailed explanation of your job and expectations were.

Unexpectedly, Fuwa had been right.

This job had no downtime.

You sat on a leather seat at a desk to handle the clients. Much like old banks out west, your desks were much higher than those you were servicing; most often, you had to look down at them like a mother to a child as you worked.

Your supervisor, who went by the name Togeike Chikuchi, was over your shoulder for about an hour, detailing and correcting your every action until you cleared ten clients entirely on your own. At this moment, she sat at the desk to your left, chatting with her client with a bright sunny smile that you had thought for a moment she was incapable of.

It was 14:23 when you were with a client who was currently wondering if sending her ‘poor niece who lived with her amazing female roommate’ ¥500,000 was enough for a week worth of groceries. Of course, it took everything in you to bite your tongue and ask her if she had ever bought her own groceries before.

“Well, if you’re asking me, I think that’s a perfect amount!” you smile pleasantly, watching as who you’re pretty sure to be a CEO of a rice tycoon company. “If anything, you can always question her if that was enough the next time you speak. Everyone is always so different when it comes to groceries.”

“Ah, I suppose so!” she laughs good naturally, her arms rising to press a slip of paper with her account information on it on your desk. “I always spend almost—”

She cut off, and for the first time, you didn’t have to wonder why.

There was an echoing, distant sound of four straight bangs.

It seemed to have been heard collectively by the entire second floor because, for a moment, there was a silence that wrapped the whole floor.

Mumbles and murmurs soon flooded the floor, and a frown pressed against your lips as you stared at the staircase. What happened?

“Oh, I bet you that dumb janitor downstairs dropped his vacuum again!” your client huffed, her eyes rolling while you transferred the amount she requested from her account over into her nieces. “He did that the last time I was here too! Except it only caused two loud bangs like that! How immaturely irresponsible of him! Unable to do his job correctly and as a janitor at that? How much lower could he possibly get?”

You, once again, bite your tongue, choosing instead to laugh in faux humor over her rant. The agreeing lie on your tongue moments from being let out when a new sort of movement at the corner of your eye stopped you.

Climbing up from the staircase was a man who took heavy, powerful steps. You were getting used to the way these clients carried themselves. They all tended to stride authoritatively, commandeering all attention to them. Despite their dominative pace, they were almost light on their feet, their steps relatively silent as they walked from corner to corner. But this man who made his way up the stairs was heavy, barbaric, and fierce with every echoing footstep he took.

It was as if the world slowed down as the entire room went to stare at him, and an ice-cold shiver crept down your spine as you took him in.

Ash blond, spiky unruly hair. Splattered red blood covering his exposed arms and neck. A black get-up looked akin to a secret black op team with the black army vest, black tank underneath, black army pants, black combat boots, and strap around his right thigh that seemed to carry two guns and knives. As a matter of fact, his vest also showcased the copious amount of ammunition he had.

It was Ground Zero.

Fear plunged through you as he rose a single hand to the ceiling, a sickening smirk spreading on his face as the world seemed to slow down. Many clients chose to turn to look the second his finger pulled on the trigger.

BANG.

Shrieks erupted through the floor, and you watched as everyone, including yourself, hit the deck. Your body trembled with nervous fear as the gun firing stopped.

“Everybody get the fuck up.”

It was a low voice, gravely, and course with evident past strain. You looked across the way to Togeike, who looked just about as fearful and terrified as you felt.

You didn’t dare to move, and by the looks of it, none of your coworkers did either. There was no panic button on this floor, and the only way to the switch was at Fuwa’s desk. A desk that couldn’t be reached unless passing by the man with black paint smeared across most of his face in a strategic way that rendered him anonymous by all photographic and video evidence.

“I don’t think I fucking stuttered,” Ground Zero sneered, a light, fickle chuckle erupting low and deep in his chest as the sound of scared whimpers and silent sobbing began to pick up around the room. You didn’t need to know who was making those noises; after all, you knew what everyone was already thinking: will I be killed next? There was a loud bang a bit too near to your body, and you couldn’t help but scream in tandem with everyone else on the floor and the distinctive, irreplicable sound of someone choking on their blood. “I said, everyone, get the fuck up.”

Flight or fight were always two instincts you were taught about in school. Two altering, opposite reactions to being placed in stressful situations, but right now, you were in that third, lesser-known option: freezing.

“It’s like you elite bastards are begging to fucking die!” he laughed joyously, and you felt tears push to your eyes as another resounding bang shake through your body, your ears ringing with the noise. The now becoming familiar sound of a body hitting the floor dead and bleeding sending a sickening bubble through your throat.

But you pulled yourself up, your body trembling like a leaf as you stared at the infamous criminal who was merely smirking at the two dead bodies of clients who continued to bleed out on the floor as those around them cried.

“So, even with all the money in the goddamn world, you damn elitist are still damn fucking cry babies!” he cried with unrestrained, unleveled glee and anger. “Oh, this was the perfect place to choose as my final exit from the world.”

Your breath stops when he turns on you, his blood-red eyes locking on yours, and you can feel the hairs on your arm rising in unsettling knowing.

“Aren’t you a pretty looking whore,” he smirked, his hands putting his gun back into its holster, his heavy feet booming as loud as his gunshots as he makes his way towards you. The rest of the clients, especially the one located by your desk, shriek, cowering as he moves. “Tell me, whore, who does a guy gotta fucking talk to to get the money into my account?”

Your throat seamlessly tightened up in your deep fear as he directly addressed you, and you made a choking noise in your horror.

But, it seemed that Ground Zero was not in the mood for your timidness. Because you could see the vein in his temple throb, the sound of him sucking in his teeth, and the cold, humorous chuckle that rumbled in his chest as he grabbed his gun back out of its holster and pressed it centimeters away from between your eyes.

Typically, the clients couldn’t reach you from where they stood, but it was clearly apparent as he neared you that Ground Zero was not typical. He was big, huge, tall, and he quickly reached you.

The heat of the previously fired bullets from the muzzle of the gun radiating off it clearly, licking the skin on your forehead as finally, words tumbled out.

“I just started today, Togeike-san is my supervisor!”

Ground Zero lazily smirked as he followed your thrust out finger at your coworker and supervisor.

A loud choking sound spluttered from Togeike as Ground Zero turned his attention onto her and stalked over in three steps easily. His eyes were sharp, deadly, and cold as he stared at your supervisor, and he reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a black USB.

“Put all the bank's assets onto the account on this drive.”

“W-What if I don’t?” Togeike stammered, her body quivering just the same as yours. But the false sense of confidence only resulted in the gun being placed back between her eyes, only this time, he pressed the hot muzzle against her skin, and she shrieked at her burning skin.

“Try that again, you fucking extra,” Ground Zero hissed, and Togeike sobbed, grabbing the USB with a nod.

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

The sound of Togeike sobbing is almost as bad as the intruding smells of iron rusting blood from the dead bodies and the sick smell of the burning flesh on her forehead.

It seems to take forever, you standing there silently, perfectly still as Togeike hooks the hard drive to her computer. You can see that she begins the monetary transfer from the bank's large accounts and reserves onto the account enabled on the hard drive, and you feel numb. Should you be relieved that he would most likely take this once it was done and leave? Scared that he was here on your first day at that? What shit luck…

You concentrated on your hands as time seemed to drag by slowly, your knees still feeling weak, your breathing shallow as the crude smell of drying blood makes your head spin.

But unlike you, you hadn’t raised a single gaze in Ground Zero’s way, a rising sound of voices began to resonate from the floor and opposite side of the room. You blinked rapidly as you looked up.

Four men stood up, their brows furrowed, suits abandoned, and expressions steady and fierce.

“The fuck you think you’re doing standing up, fucking wimps?” Ground Zero gruffed, his body language telling a whole other story from his voice. He was relaxed, unaffected by their challenging forms and fierce glares. “What? Don’t tell me? You think you four in front of me can take me? Don’t fucking flatter yourself. Even with the three behind me who’s easily apart of your fucking idiotic plan, I’ll kill ya all before you can pray to not to be sent to hell!”

“Flatter ourselves?” a man scoffed after getting over the initial shock of their once thought to be secretive plan being exposed without so much as a spec of interest from Ground Zero. “Don’t you get so fucking cocky! We’ll beat your ass and hand you over to the fucking police, you damn bastard!”

Screams erupt throughout the entire room as the seven in cahoots men lunge forward at the dangerous criminal who has set himself back center stage of the second floor.

It’s over before you can blink.

You scream with the masses as five excruciatingly loud bangs go off, and you can barely return your gaze on the fighting men to see the outcome you already know.

There are six bodies on the floor, bleeding out fleetingly as Ground Zero holds the seventh by the neck. Your jaw drops as more blood splatters against Ground Zero’s chest, and you’re none the wiser of the knife buried deep within his throat until the body is falling over, dead, lifeless.

“All the fucking money in the world and none of you were taught fucking manners of a properly functioning brain, hah?” he roared, his lips pulled into a threatening, angry snarl as sobs erupt through the crowds again, and a rolling tingle shoots through your body. “I guess killing everyone just isn’t fucking enough for you all, is it?”

You were unsure of how to even answer that. Your eyes falling over onto Togeike, who was silently crying, her eyes screwed tightly as the meter on the money transfer hits 47%.

“Let me set an example for anyone else who wants to try more bullshit in front of me,” Ground Zero snaps, and you shriek when his bloodied hand tangles into your pink hair and yanks you over the desk.

Crashing onto the floor as ungracefully as one could, your eyes widen and jaw drop in an excruciating, soundless scream as pain shoots through your body. But, it’s not near over yet.

Your hands weakly grab Ground Zero’s wrist, trying to ease the pulsing pain in your body and scalp as he drags you front and center of the second floor. You can’t even understand yourself at this point, sniffling, pathetic pleas to let you go, tears streaming down your face as he throws you, your body hitting the marble floor as you sob for forgiveness.

“Now,” Ground Zero speaks from above you, and your arms have never felt weaker as you press up from the cold, ice floor. You freeze, your body feeling like a tundra as a now all too familiar click of a loaded gun resonates centimeters from your head. You silently sob when a warm muzzle pressed against the back of your head. “The next person to look away from what I’m about to do to my new cum whore, the next person who even fucking thinks of trying some really unfunny shit… her life is on your head.”

The sobs stop with that threat, or did they grow more at the easily implied actions of the corrupt man before you? You couldn’t really tell anymore. Yet slowly, the clients who are sitting in dead men’s blood shakily turn their gaze to you, and you can feel the weight of all their eyes on you. You feel weightless, almost empty.

“Pink hair is for whores, didn’t you know that? That’s why I picked you.” Ground Zero informs you from behind you. The barrel of the gun digs harder, pushing roughly against your head. “Whores are meant to be fucked by fat fucking cocks, so turn around, whore, and suck me off.”

Your breathing returns in spastic, shallow breathes, and you suppress the rising sob in your throat as you turn around on your hands and knees.

Ground Zero stares down at you with expectant eyes, cruel and dark with their crooked want and lust. Your breathing picks up when he unbuckles his belt and removes his pants and underwear with only one hand, the other one with the gun never once leaving your head.

“Make sure you all watch her, I’ve never had to kill a bitch while sucking me off, and I wouldn’t want to make this the first time!” Ground Zero laughed, his crimson red eyes glaring at the shamefully gazed clients as he holds his growing cock in his hands. Despite all logic, you stare at his hardening cock with an ever-increasing lust, the tears in your eyes never stopping, but your cunt unwilling to ignore the fact that his cock would feel so good in anyone of your holes. You knew that, and it horrified you. “The fuck you waiting for?” Ground Zero growled, shifting the barrel of the gun to your temple, his eyebrow raised in a taunt. “Suck my fucking cock.”

And despite the growing hiccuping cries in your chest, you can’t stop the way your mouth waters as you shamefully grab onto his cock and press your mouth down on him.

His cock was large, undoubtedly longer than your face, and thicker than what your hand could encompass. Messy dark blond pubes sat motions away from your nose, and veins that ran all over his length rubbed against your tongue. The taste of his slightly sweaty cock made you gag, but the fear of what he would do caused you to snuff it out.

Tears poured limitlessly down your face, your throat and jaw stretching as far as it could as you took him in further and further.

Even with the tears on your cheeks, you did your best to appease him, horrified by the outcome should you not. Your tongue swirled against his girth, trailing the plenty of veins that you could get to. His cock pressed further into your mouth, shoving until it hit the back of your throat, continuing to dive in deeper until the ends of his pubes tickled your nose, and you could feel the head of his cock stretching out your throat. And horrifically, even with the strangled, choked sobs that still continued to pour from your mouth, you were enjoying the way he was fucking your mouth.

You enjoyed the way the cooling barrel on your temple made you quiver with dreadful apprehension. You enjoyed the way his hips rocked into your mouth, most often hitting your gaping jaw. You enjoyed the way the noises of your unwilling audience made you feel dirty, whorish, and shameful. But as his fingers managed to slip into your hollowing cheeks, drool and saliva dripping down your chin in your slobbering heat and shame, you could feel your essence slicking onto your panties.

“Look at how shameless you are!” Ground Zero laughed, his hand that once guided his cock into your mouth, gripping onto your hair and fisting into it. You yelped at the pain, your teeth painfully close to biting his cock. “All these people around watching you suck off the big, bad Ground Zero’s cock, and you aren’t even embarrassed!?”

You made a disagreeing noise, your brows furrowing, your gaze doing everything in its power to avoid your clients and coworkers gaze as Ground Zero began to rock his hips even more powerfully into your mouth. He chuckled, clearly pleased with what was occurring, and he threw the gun back into its holster. With the free hand, he placed it around your throat, squeezing your airway as you choked pathetically against his length and girth.

“I bet you came into work wanting to be fucked today. Wanting to get pressed to the floor and let everyone see your slutty fucking cunt and throat be used.” Ground Zero growled his grip on your throat, tightening even more. “Is that why you came here to work? Hoped I’d show up one day and fuck you to submission in front of everyone?!”

You gagged, the pounding of his cock further and further down your choked throat overwhelming you as the tears of shame quickly became those of fear as the lack of oxygen burned your throat and nose. You tried to breathe, but Ground Zero knew what he was doing and how he was doing it, not allowing you to breathe despite the way your fingers created crescent scars on the back of his thighs.

Too much, too much, too much!

His balls slapped under your chin, and the musk of his skin tainted your tongue, but Ground Zero was only getting started, it seemed. With his hands now grabbing the sides of your head, he began to fuck your throat savagely.

The wet sloppy noises of his driving cock into your throat seemed to echo off the shiny walls and marble floors. Your saliva and drool ruining your silk top and mixing with the blood on the floor.

Your eyes were crossing with the extreme force, your body feeling weightless with your inability to breathe, yet despite all logic, you finally let out a sweet, grateful moan as your nose pressed to his hips.

But that was enough for Ground Zero.

It was a noise that would finish the last nail in your coffin as he held you there to his hips, his cock entire within your throat that tightened and fluttered against his length as you struggled to pull away.

“No use in fighting it now, you fucking whore,” Ground Zero grinned, the expression on his face akin to that of a predator stalking his prey. His voice, ever so naturally loud, filled the room, letting everyone know just what was going on. “They all heard you moan like a slut while getting fucking raped by me. So do me a little favor and get on all fours, I need a place to dump my fucking cum.”

With that, Ground Zero shoved you off his cock and onto your back, and you began to cough and choke desperately. The sour, raunchy scent of the sweat, blood, and gunpowder burning your nostrils as you attempted to steady yourself. You began to cry again at the filthy thought of how you were enjoying the way his cock had been in you, and the way your body craved for more of it.

You didn’t want to admit that you wanted him to fuck you, especially in front of everyone.

But as you were consumed with your at war thoughts, Ground Zero was already impatient.

His feet trapped you between him, and he leaned down to grab your silk shirt.

“W-Wait—!” you shriek as he rips open the shirt, the sound of scattering buttons flying everywhere as your bra is revealed to everyone in the room who is watching.

Silent tears poured down your cheeks as with the destruction of the white silk shirt, a sheer and lacy red bra was exposed to the mass. Today had been a means of celebration, and you had intended on fucking your boyfriend the moment you got home… but that had been something you had kept a secret. Something to be held from the world until it was you and him in a bed. But it was now an object to be seen by everyone, and you bit onto your lower, trembling lip, eyes screwed shut as you tried to look away from the heated territorial look on Ground Zero’s face.

“Oh, look at what we have here?” Ground Zero almost whispered, but his voice still managed to reach every corner of the floor. “You are a little fucking whore, are you not? Came to work actually wearing lingerie! I thought I was just fucking teasing you before, but no! No! Not at all! You do want to be fucked in front of everyone!”

Your sniffling wouldn’t stop as his large, hot, bloodied dried hands grabbed at your bra-clad breasts. He was leaning down over you, you could feel the amused breathing flushing against your collarbone, and you mangled a choke when he kneeled down, trapping you.

“Such an ugly pair of tits,” Ground Zero mocked, his large hands pressing the sides of your breasts together, enhancing your cleavage and fullness of your breasts as you lay on the floor. “I’ll let you in on a secret… all those missing sluts I’ve fucked in previous jobs? Well, I can always tell how good a fuck they’d be just through this part.”

Hissing, you glared at Ground Zero as he slipped his fingers under the fabric, teasing and pulling at your pebbled nipples. His red glare meeting yours, mocking and somehow both hot and cold.

But a shameful, pitch moaned fell from you, your back against all logic arching up into Ground Zero. Soft whines, shaking arms, thrashing legs.

“Would you look at that,” Ground Zero’s sneering tone was back, and you found yourself opening your eyes (somehow missing when you closed them), to see Ground Zero glaring at someone in the crowd. “Looks like you could make a professional slut, whore! That man over there has a fucking boner over watching me rape you and your slutty mouth and feeling up your tits!”

“N-No I don’t!” the man exclaimed as you couldn’t help but meet the accused eyes that were filled with shame, a red blush tainting his cheeks. “Just thinking about when this’ll be fucking over!”

“Oh?”

Ground Zero’s grip grabbed you by the throat, and you panicked as he ripped you up onto your feet and began walking over to where the man was. You stumbled to keep up, unable to find your balance the entire time you walked with him, in awe that this unlawful man could walk determinedly when his pants around his thighs, hard, leaking cock pressing to his vest-clad stomach. But before you could find your balance, Ground Zero threw you back onto the floor, landing centimeters from the client's feet, and you began to cry as your exposed stomach touched the floor.

Ground Zero wasted no time on your noises, straddling your ass, scooping his hands beneath your breasts, and pulling you up.

The client's face went beet red, his bulge in his pants evident as you could only keep your gaze there, unable to raise or turn your head as Ground Zero squeezed your breasts in his hands.

You moaned at the sensation, your mind giving in to the feelings to not cry anymore.

“Tell the whore how much you like her tits,” Ground Zero commanded, his hands kneading and pulling at your mounds of flesh. “Tell her your little microcock wants to fuck her.”

The client had the decency to look offended as he spluttered, “I’M NOT GOING TO TELL HER THAT!”

With his words, silence took over the room, and you trembled in your fear.

“Damn extra?” Ground Zero shouts to Togeike.

“Y-Yes?”

“How much fucking longer?”

“I-It’s at 63%!”

“Wonderful.”

One of Ground Zero’s hands abandoned his manipulation of your breasts, but he still managed to keep you in place with only one hand. He pulled a breast out of the bra, and you whimpered as the client gwuaffed at the sight of your breast, but immediately cut himself off when a cold, heavy metal barrel pressed against your temple.

“Let’s try again,” Ground Zero said with faux cheer. “Tell the whore how much you like her tits, and how your microcock wants to fuck her, or else I’ll kill her right in front of you.” There’s a heavily, curling silence that overwhelms the room before he decides to add one last thing for good measure. “I’ve never fucked a dead body before, and I wouldn’t want to start that now.”

“I-I like her tits,” the man stammered.

“How much?”

“T-They’re… they’re so hot,” the man begins to cry, his body shaking in front of you. “I wish I could b-be fucking her instead!”

“Too bad for that microcock you have, huh?” Ground Zero taunted, pulling the gun from your temple and pointing it straight at the man's crotch. “Show her.”

“W-What?!”

“Show her your cock.”

It seemed to happen so slowly. The man unbuckling his belt with shaky hands, clumsily undoing his pants, and shifting it down his legs, white boxer briefs stained slightly with pre-cum. You looked away when he revealed a cock that looked pathetic to the one you had just sucked, so small, so thin, so discolored.

“You got one fucking ugly ass cock,” Ground Zero laughed.

Then the world picked back up.

The first thing you heard and felt was the tearing of your skirt, and you panicked as Ground Zero dropped your chest onto the cold floor. You whipped your head around to see your work skirt split all the way down the middle, only held together by a few remaining strands by the waistline. And the sheer pantyhose you wore, twisted between his fingers, and completely ripped as his gaze met yours.

“Cute fucking thong.”

You choked at the feeling of cold, soured air hitting your inner thighs that were still wet with your slick, and instinctively, you tried to scramble onto your knees. But it seemed that this was what Ground Zero wanted from you, for the moment you were on your knees, he pressed his hand to the curve of your back and kept you there.

Ass up, back curved, chest down.

“Until the transfer is at 100%, your wet little cunt is mine!” Ground Zero reveled in the information as he couldn’t even bother to pull down your panties before plunging his fingers into your sopping heat.

The shameful pleasure of feeling his fingers deep within your cunt sent you screaming, your back arching even further as his fingers continued to thrust in you. They curled and spread, sending your mind into a spiraling lust as he managed to find all of your sweet spots without so much as breaking a sweat.

“You’re so easy,” Ground Zero groaned, his cock rutting between the curves of your ass as he continued to finger fuck you. “So fucking wet too. I just knew a fucking whore like you couldn’t be getting fucked right at home, that’s why you hoped you’d get fucked by me today!”

Your teeth bit into your forearm, the overwhelming pleasure of his fingers stroking your inner walls, tweaking and moving against your clit, making your thighs tremble with the already forming pressure in your womb.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you little whore,” Ground Zero whispered into your ear, laughing when you shuddered at the feeling of his tongue licking the shell of your ear. “Everyone wants to hear you moan, scream, and cry for the big bad Ground Zero’s cock. Don’t mute yourself, let them hear just how well I’ll fuck you into a puddle of tears and cum.”

You didn’t want them to hear you begging for more. You didn’t want the entire room to know that your cunt was spasming and clenching around his fingers because you liked this. You didn’t want them to know.

“I bet fuckface in front of you really wants to hear it!” Ground Zero laughed, his finger doing light, quick circles against your clit as his other hand brought your attention to the man before you. Sure enough, his cock was throbbing, precum leaking down his length as he shamefully looked at you. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind you fucking yourself as I fuck this stupid cunt.”

But with the building pressure in your stomach. Your toes curling as the soft thumps of his fingers dive in and out of your sopping wet cunt, your body begins to tense up.

“Already ready to cum,” Ground Zero smirked, and you felt your body go rigid when his fingers left your cunt, and was immediately replaced with his large, thick cock.

Having not expected such action, your arms shot out, eyes rolling back as a guilty, wanton scream tore through your throat. He was so big, so thick, so full, stretching you out completely, sending your tight walls into a frenzy as they stretched and tightened around his cock.

Fuck, fuck, “fuck!”

“Oh, she speaks!” Ground Zero laughs, almost a bit deranged as he grabs onto your waist and begins to plow into you. “I wonder to what lengths I can get you to speak! I want to hear you screaming for me, whore.”

It was then that he slammed his hand against your ass cheek, causing you to shriek while your skin throbbed in his wake. It was heavy-handed, the power he held in his hand while never doubted, didn’t make you think it was ever this much. The pleasure curled pain made your knees buckle, a hot pressure bursting in your core, and another loud slap repeated on the same throbbing cheek.

Fisting in your hair, you keened loudly when Ground Zero yanked your head back. The arch in your back was dramatized by this action; your back ached as another heavy slap echoed against your swelling skin. His dense, almost wild breathing hits the shell of your ear, and chills shoot down your spine when he snarls.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, is whoever this getup for fuck you shitty too? Don’t tell me this fucking extra is the man you fuck in your bed?” he laughs, his foot stamping to the outside of your leg. The new position increases the range and the power of his thrusts, sending your body forward with every squelch bringing thrust. “I bet you’d like it if your stupid cock piece was here to watch how a real fucking man fucks, huh? You fucking would—” his hand comes down to wrap around your waist, pinching and tugging at your clit that’s thrumming with impending orgasm. Ignoring your growing pleads for more— “You like being an example to everyone in this fucking shit room of how to be fucked correctly! I bet you’re actually liking the way they’re judging you and your tight, wet cunt.”

The next powerful thrust that has his balls smacking your skin nearly sends you tumbling over at the strength and power behind it. Your arms buckle under you, the weight and struggle to keep yourself upright was a challenge as Ground Zero abused your clit and cunt.

“Answer me, fucking whore.”

There was no stopping Ground Zero’s heavy hand against your pert ass, and you could not think of anything but how your cunt throbbed for the man behind you. Your sobs of pain had long ago become those of pleasure, and you could feel the raised prints of his hands on your sore cheeks. It was true; it delighted you.

“Y-Yes, I like being fucked by you!” you finally break crying, your body trembling in your excitement and need for more. “I like them watching as you fuck me! You fuck me so good!”

“Glad you could finally admit it because your cunt is so fucking wet right now I’m sure everyone else already knew,” he sneers while he rubs circles against your heated skin. “You’re trembling with excitement as you try telling me you don’t want me to fuck you. I can see you choking back your cries of pleasure, the fuck you take me for? Do you want me to leave you without an orgasm?”

“N-No!” you sob pathetically, arms pathetically stretching behind you to keep him thrusting faster into you. “D-Don’t leave me until I-I cum!”

Your words were loud, letting everyone know just how much you wanted this, just enough for the man before you to groan as he came, and you thanked Ground Zero as you trembled like a leaf before him. His upper lip pulled back into a smirk as he let go of your hair, letting your head drop back onto the floor, and his fingers go and pinch your nether lips, and you cried loudly.

“I know you can fucking scream louder than that. I want the entire fucking world to know who’s fucking you right now.”

The words were honey to your ear, and you shifted in an attempt to ease the growing lust between your legs.

Slap.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Please, Ground Zero, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” you babble, your tongue falling from your mouths as you pant like a bitch in heat, your body convulsing and shaking with need and heightening lust.

Your mind reeled as Ground Zero continued his conquest against your cunt. You could barely count the number of times he drilled his cock straight into your heat, the tip of his cock pressing into your cervix over and over. The added sensation of his fingers manipulating your clit, and shoving into your mouth to tug on your tongue as you began to grow too loud made you dizzy. Your ass and thighs were undoubtedly bright red and in the air, back arched further than you had ever gone, and saliva and tears seeping onto the marble floor.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he cheers as he repositions the angle in which he’s driving into you, and your ragged moans fill the area at the need of more. He continued fucking you, and while feeling finally returned to your abused ass, your hips finally began to buck against his commanding hips, trying to get the echoing slaps to grew even louder. “Such a greedy little slut.”

Gritting your teeth, you continued pushing against him, craving more heat, power, and pain.

“Is this not good enough for you?” Ground Zero chuckles, but there’s no light humor to his laughter. “Good.”

At that phrase, Ground Zero slams into you with the power and force you had yet to experience. Causing you to howl in your throbbing lust, your mind more a second snapping back out of its haze as you feel his cock twitch within you. Your breathing is harsh as you try to look at Ground Zero, finally trying to take a glance at how he looked. You wondered if he was as unhinged as you felt, as savage as you imagined with his lustful red eyes.

“Where is it at?” Ground Zero barked over at Togeike.

“I-It’s at 97%!” she stammered, shame dripping from her voice, and you had half a mind to wonder if they were all turned on too.

Maybe they were jealous of the fat cock claiming you, and you mewl in the thought, your back bristling as you slammed back onto his drilling cock. You wanted more from him, craved more from him. The coil in your belly still yet to be undone, but you were not going to let it snap anytime soon.

“Gotta fucking make this little slut cum soon then, huh?” Ground Zero grinned, and you felt his teeth bare into the back of your neck in a flash of throbbing, burning pain.

You cried.

The angle and power behind these growing sloppy thrusts were different than what you were used to. It was deranged almost, your body shifting with each thrust, nearly toppling over as Ground Zero claimed you with his teeth and his cock. With each hypnotizing slam of his hips, ringing moans of pleasures ripped from your throat, and you brought your arms as best you could to his waist to keep him there.

Sweat dripped down Ground Zero’s neck, his hands gripping your bruised and battered ass like some type of life support, and the squelching noises of your slamming sex were making your body weak.

“Please — fuck — do that! Do that again, please!” you screamed when a vein in his cock dragged against your pulsating, puffy walls, at the same time he pushed against your cervix.

“Such—” thrust— “A—” thrust— “Fucking—” thrust— “Whore!” thrust! “Who do you fucking belong to?!”

“Y-You, Ground Zero!” you scream, your hips buck against his slamming hips. It was so raw, so rough, and you were enjoying every passing second. “I belong to you! I’m your fucking whore, please fill me with your cum! Cum in me, please cum in me!”

Ground Zero preens at your praise, all while he continues to fuck you roughly. He was in his zone, his concentration like steel as he pounded into you again and again. Your inner walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating cock, and the heated pressure now spilling over.

His cock twitched within you. It knocked the breath out of you; his fingers twisted into your hair.

“Fucking cum with me,” he demands, jerking your head back towards him again, and you sob as your legs tremble against his increasing power.

You feel your eyes cross, screaming out his name as your walls clamp down fiercely against his length, and you orgasm roughly, your body shaking and spasming uncontrollably as you scream his name. Ground Zero curses loudly, slamming into you one last time with the power and tenacity of an army as he lets out a string of curses, and you moan, knowing that he came in you.

“Such a good slut,” Ground Zero grins as you can feel your eyes fluttering shut, physical and mental exhaustion now catching up with you. “Sleep now, I’m not done with you.”

You couldn’t gather the energy to speak back, your world blacking out with the sounds of sobs, screams, and more gunshots.

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You wake up in a car.

The warm, gentle wind caressing your face as the world is quiet. It's calm, pleasant, pleasing. Your pink wig is on your knees, slightly ruined with blood, sweat, tears, and drool.

You sigh, your body throbbing with different pain as you look to your right at who’s driving.

It’s Ground Zero, or as you know him: Bakugou Katsuki.

His arms are covered now, the old black op outfit changed for a pair of black slacks and a red button-down shirt. You would have no idea he was the man who stormed into Yaoyorozu Bankings earlier that day.

“Good morning,” you sigh, reaching against the seat to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Bakugou looks at you with a smirk, reaching towards you for a real kiss as he continues to drive. You can tell you’re in comfortable clothes, ointment on any potentially worrisome wounds he had inflicted on you while wrapped up in your twisted fantasy of yours.

“Nice to see you up,” he gruffs, his voice rough from his overuse in the bank.

“Did we get it?” you ask, head pressing to his shoulder, and with a chuckle, he raised the black USB.

“Damn fucking right we did, y/n.”

“Perfect.”

It goes without saying that despite the sheer brilliance of Bakugou’s work as Ground Zero, he would have never pulled off such crimes without you. His pretty, small girlfriend, who always played a victim of his lust at his operations just for good measure. It was a fun life both of you lived.

You looked at the expensive Cartier watch on your wrist, a beautiful gift he had gotten you after your first successive robbery. It had also been programmed for you to communicate with Bakugou on how many guards there were on the floor.

“I love you.”

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arrière-pensée: a concealed thought or intention; an ulterior motive.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Babysitter

Prelude - I do not understand how some people get turned on by spanking, but I still respect that kink. I could never lol I just think back to the days where I got spanked so hard I’d pass out or the wooden spoon would break haha.

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Prompt - idk I just thought of babysitters being so flipping like “Im in charge here” and stupid and I feel like Bakugou would enjoy babysitting like someone just a few years younger than him cause he’d get such a rush of power.

Warnings - NSFW, abuse of power, noncon, spanking, degradation, slight misogyny. slight masochism?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5E30LdtzQTGqRvNd7l6kG5?si=IG4WgPeSQf2_UzyLXMWR7g

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Your mom was overbearing.

Here you were, a full-grown adult, and your mom was yelling her thanks to your “babysitter” as she rushed out the door.

You knew she was a bit protective, a bit hyper-vigilant and akin to a helicopter parent. But it was hard to be mad at her for it, not ever since dad had divorced her. She was terrified of something happening to you, of loosing the last thing in her life that she cared about.

Still, it was hard not to feel a little bubble of irritation in your throat as you watched your “babysitter” wave to her as she climbed in her car. You didn’t need a babysitter, not at your age. And you especially didn’t need the gruff, surly man that had lived in the house across the street as your babysitter. You could take care of yourself, thank you very much.

And how come your mom didn’t trust you by yourself, but somehow trusted this Mr. Grumpypants that you had met a total of zero times. You had seen him once, when your mom’s car had broken down at her job and you had to go pick her up.

You hadn’t minded, rolling up to the curb to see your mother animatedly talking to some blonde man with a stick shoved up his ass, his handsome face grimacing like he just sucked on a lemon dipped in hot sauce. Apparently she worked with him, the younger man a security guard for the complex her office was located in. You watched as his bored red eyes slid from your mother, over to you through the car window, his brow furrowing. The bored look had disappeared, and he regarded you with… curiosity? Contempt? It was hard to tell what emotion was hidden behind his eyes, underlaid so strongly with irritation and anger.

Mom had gushed about him all the way home, telling you details you didn’t really care about. His name was Bakugou Katsuki, he was single, 27, and wouldn’t you know - he lived right across the street!

Well, if she trusted him, you guess you should too. Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

And you didn’t, huffing as Bakugou closed the door and you turned back to your game, mashing buttons and sitting forward as you tried to beat this level. It was ridiculous, your mom going over to his house a few days prior with a plate of cookies, asking the man if he wouldn’t mind coming and hanging out while she was away on some business trip. She had expressed her worry about leaving you - what if something happened while she was gone for a week? Someone could kidnap you and she wouldn’t even know until she got back!

Even when you politely reminded her that cell-phones existed, she was adamant; you were going to have someone big and strong stay in the house with you. It not only would keep potential burglars and thieves away, but it’d keep you safe, make sure you weren’t doing anything silly like staying up too late or eating too much junk food. It was embarrassing.

Some small part of you wanted to stomp your foot and whine at her, but that wouldn’t help you in trying to convince her that you were an adult. Once your mom convinced herself of something, nothing would be able to change her mind. Even when you pointed out that Bakugou was a strange man, she didn’t budge.

“I see him everyday at work!” She had pointed out. “Plus, he’s a security guard sweetie - his literal job involves keeping people safe.”

Bakugou locked the door, before glancing your way. You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t feel like acknowledging his presence, by gracing him with conversation or any sort of interaction. The man moved on after a second, walking behind you and into the kitchen. You heard him rustle in the cupboards, the clink of glasses, then the sound of water filling a cup.

Right - your mom had kindly showed him where everything was. She had guided him through each room showed him the guest room which she had made up for his stay, even walking him through the kitchen and showing him the contents of each cupboard.

He came back into the living room with his backpack and cup full of water, settled himself down in one of the armchairs by the couch. You didn’t spare him a glance as he pulled out his laptop, threw on some glasses, and settled himself in for… well, whatever he was doing. You were just glad that the two of you didn’t have to interact with each other.

You continued playing your game, occasionally getting frustrated enough to mumble under your breath at the TV as your character died yet again. This was going to be a long week.

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You were taking a gap year after graduating, relaxing before you threw yourself into college and working. Right now, your days were spent playing games, scrolling on your phone and laughing at memes, going to the pool for hours on end, the library, bike rides, hikes… lots of activities that kept your mind and body occupied. But this week? Bakugou threw off every plan you made.

It was the second day, and you had gotten up early to go swim and goof off at the community pool for a few hours. It was fun, you could tan a little, cool off, maybe see some cute boys your age.

When you got out of the water you had two missed texts from Bakugou.

Where are you

Tell me where the fuck you went

Instead of answering, you huffed, wrapping your towel around your waist. It took maybe fifteen minutes to walk home - you’d deal with your overprotective babysitter then.

He met you at the door, throwing it open before you could even touch the handle. His face was drawn tight in a scowl, the blonde crossing his arms as soon as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

“Your fucking phone die? Or are you just ignoring me?”

You shook your head, irritated with how big of a deal he was making out of this. You went to the pool all the time, you weren’t going to die. “I was at the pool, chill dude.”

“Oh, I thought you just popped out to go fucking parachuting!” He spat, uncrossing his arms to gesture at your body. “I can see that you went to the pool dipshit. Why didn’t you fucking tell me, huh? You normally run off on your mom without a damn word?”

You stared at him, curious to see if he would burst a blood vessel with how worked up he was getting. He didn’t seem like someone that knew what the word “relax” meant. Bakugou probably slept all angrily, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown, eyebrows drawn low.

“Fucking hey, earth to idiot!” Fingers snapped in front of your face, and you recoiled, glaring up at the man in front of you. Before you could open your mouth, he huffed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Don’t fucking go anywhere unless you run it by me, understand? I don’t need you wandering into a fucking alley and getting stabbed or some shit.”

Snorting, you moved past him, not even bothering to answer. He was an asshole. Despite what your mother thought, you weren’t a child. You knew how to take care of yourself, you didn’t need some grumpy old guy bossing you around. Said man was grinding his teeth as he watched you walk away, headed for your room. It probably annoyed the life out of him that you hadn’t answered, but he didn’t say anything.

When you finished grabbing clothes for your shower, you came out of your room to see Bakugou leaning against the wall.

“So you’re being a little spoiled princess, not even talking to me? That’s rich. You know I’m gonna be here for the next fucking week - you better make peace with that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what you want. I’m fine, I do this all the time. Just leave me be, and I’ll do the same for you.”

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but your skin was getting dry and tight from chlorine, so you ignored him as you slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You could hear his feet stomping away, and almost giggled at the sound. It almost seemed like he was the petulant child that needed a babysitter.

It didn’t take you long to rinse off, get all the chlorine and salt off your skin. Drying off, you quickly realized you forgot a bra when you had grabbed clothes - which was fine, you would just wrap up in your towel and waddle back to your room. Plus, the bathroom was directly opposite your room, and Bakugou wasn’t nearby, you could hear dishes rattling in the kitchen, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

And it wasn’t, not until you were in your room, door closed, towel on the floor as you rifled through your dresser drawers for the bra you really liked.

“Hey princess, do you want-“

You only heard him as he opened the door, and by that time you were scrambling to snatch your towel up around your naked body. Bakugou choked on his words, face turning a flaming red before he slammed the door shut, giving you your privacy.

Heart racing, you sat down on the floor, too embarrassed for words. That was awkward.

“Why the fuck would you grab clothes, only to come back and change in your room!??!” Bakugou yelled from the other side of the door, a decidedly angry “thump” from where he banged his fist against the door.

“I forgot something, geez! Why didn’t you bother knocking?!?” You yelled back, your own face heating up.

“Holy fucking shit, just get some fucking clothes on, asshole. I’m makin’ pancakes and shit.”

Breakfast was an awkward affair, your gaze focused firmly on the perfectly cooked food on your plate. Bakugou was glaring at you between bites, obviously fuming. He was probably just as embarrassed as you were, but at least he wasn’t trying to make small talk.

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Bakugou doesn’t appreciate how much time you spend playing video games, and it’s only the third day. He’s grumbled about it several times already, but you aren’t hurting anybody, and there’s nothing else for you to do, so.

It seems like the only thing Bakugou is willing to do is sit nearby, glare at you condescendingly, and mutter under his breath about how you spend your time. When you decided to run to the store to get groceries (there was a surplus of food in the house - you just wanted some air and time away from your “babysitter”) Bakugou had suddenly appeared, moving in front of the door and sneering.

“Are you trying to fuckin’ sneak off again? I won’t let that shit slide twice.”

You huffed, shrugging on your jacket. “Bakugou, I was going to the store. Contrary to what you think, I’m not eight years old, and I can take care of myself. My mom’s just a helicopter parent. You don’t even need to be here, honestly.”

The man scoffed, his face souring. “You’re literally a fucking child. Didn’t you just graduate highschool?”

Stepping closer to him, you squared your shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at the blond. “Call me a child all you want - doesn’t change the fact I’m old enough to do stuff by myself. Now-“ you gestured to his body “-please move.”

“No.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And why not? You can’t just lock me in the house until my mom comes back.”

Bakugou’s head cocked, red eyes burrowing into your head. He grinned. “Why the fuck not? I’m in charge here, I get to make the damn rules. I say your ass stays here, and it’s going to.”

Clenching your jaw, you huffed, spinning on your heel. You weren’t going to be able to talk the bull-headed man into leaving you to your own devices. There was nothing left to do except shuck off your shoes, admitting defeat. It was so irritating - you didn’t need anyone looking after you, you were an adult! You were more than capable of handling yourself! Why didn’t your mom trust you? Did she think that you were too stupid to keep yourself alive and safe?

You left Bakugou at the door, grabbing a soda from the kitchen before flopping onto the couch in front of TV.

Sure, you could read a book, do a puzzle, browse social media. But right now, you were feeling particularly angry, violent. You wanted to achieve something, finish quests, accomplish tasks. So video games it was.

Of course, that meant Bakugou sauntering back into the living room, groaning as he saw you back in front of the TV. But if he wasn’t going to let you go out, then this is what you were going to spend your time doing. If he wanted to treat you like a child, then you were going to act like one. Show him how much of a brat you really could be.

You turn on your console, select the game you’re going to be playing for the next few hours, and settle further into the couch, making yourself comfortable. Reaching down to the coffee table, you’re about to grab the soda you had brought in earlier, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Hey!” You whined, watching the blond pop the tab, take a long, slow drag of the carbonated drink. He smacked his lips and cocked his head, smirking down at you.

“You shouldn’t drink this sorta shit, ’s bad for you.”

“Why are you drinking it then?!!?”

Bakugou shrugged. “‘Cause I’m in charge here. I get to do whatever I fuckin’ want.”

Huffing, you gave up the argument, starting to push yourself off the couch. Bakugou was one of those people that got off on power trips, liked being the one to call the shots. The best course of action here would be to just ignore him and grab another soda.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could move.” The blond man was standing in front of you, making it impossible for you to stand. He was so irritating - you couldn’t wait for this week to be over.

“I’m going to get something to drink, since you decided to help yourself to my soda.”

He moved out of your way, clicking his tongue before flopping down into the armchair by the couch. You glared at him for as long as you could, until the kitchen wall hid his face from view. Ugh, he was such a jerk. At first he had seemed somewhat decent, but as he got more comfortable around you, the man was turning into a self-absorbed tyrant.

Whatever, you were only going to have a stupid “babysitter” for a few more days.

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“Get off the damn game! Don’t make me haul your ass off that couch.”

Bakugou threatened. He wasn’t very intimidating, standing there vigorously brushing his teeth like there was something wrong with them. The blond had already asked you two other times, and you had ignored him on both occasions. You were so close to leveling up, just a few more points.

If Bakugou wanted to go to bed when the sun was still up, he was more than welcome to do so. You however, had better things to do with your time.

You saw him stomp away out of the corner of your eye, apparently giving up on trying to tell you what to do in your own house. Good.

If anything, Bakugou should be grateful that all you were interested was playing video games and going to the pool. You could be out getting in trouble, doing drugs, rebelling against the system or something - but you were here, chilling and causing zero trouble.

The sink in the bathroom ran, then clattering could be heard as Bakugou finished up his bedtime routine, putting his toothbrush away, washing his hands, yada yada.

He appeared back in the living room, arms crossed. His muscles bulged out like that, showcased by the sleeveless black tank top he was wearing. But you weren’t intimidated, it’s not like he was going to hit you or something.

“Alright, last chance. Turn the fucking game off, it’s your majesty’s bedtime now.” He sneered.

You ignored him.

“You seriously wanna do this princess?”

You stayed silent. Just a few more kills….

“Alright, you fuckin’ asked for it.”

The TV turned off, Bakugou yanking the cords out behind it.

“Dude, what the hell! I was so close to leveling up!!” You screeched, sitting up straight. Bakugou’s face was screwed into an angry frown, and he advanced towards you, walking with purpose. You were fuming, rising to your feet so you could get in his face, tell him off. He was acting like he was your dad or something, and he most definitely was not.

When the man got within an arm length of you, you immediately jabbed a finger into his chest, mouth opening to spit nasty words. Those words died when your hand was slapped harshly away, Bakugou still walking forward until he was crowding into your space. You tried to shrink back, but a rough hand latched onto the back of your neck, holding you still as Bakugou closed in on you, bringing your foreheads together.

“You are such a spoiled little princess. Think you can get away with shit, yeah? Never had a man in your life to put you in your goddamn place, that’s why, isn’t it?”

You blanched, still trying to lean backwards, away from his overwhelming presence. It was kind of scary, how he was all up in your face, how his fingers gripped the back of your neck so tightly, how his face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm, minty breath.

“Bakugou, ple-“

“Nah, shut the fuck up. We’re past any point where you could’ve begged for forgiveness. I am so sick and tired of your bratty little attitude. You keep testing my patience, being a little shit, acting like you own the damn place. You’re gonna show me you’re fuckin’ sorry princess.”

A hand wrapped around your waist, another on your thigh, hefting you up with brute strength and slinging you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. The swift movement made your head spin for a second, but you quickly adjusted.

“Woah, what the hell man? Put me down!” Bakugou ignored you, spinning on his heel and marching towards the guest bedroom. “Dude, put me down right now, this isn’t funny anymore. C’mon, put me down, I get it. You’re in charge, and I gotta listen. You can let me down now. Please?”

Your pleading went unheard, even as it got more and more desperate the closer to the guest bedroom he walked. When you passed through the doorway, you kicked at the mans stomach, tried to hit his back - you had a faint idea of where this was going, and it was nowhere good.

Without ceremony, you were thrown on the bed, the air getting knocked out of you with the impact, your head bouncing a few times on the mattress. Bakugou turned, shutting and locking the door before he was back in front of you again, a vicious look on his face.

You scrambled backwards on the bed, holding out one hand as if to ward him off. “Okay, dude, wait, you don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this, you’re a good guy-“

“Shit, do you ever stop running your mouth? Calm the fuck down princess, I’m just gonna spank you ’till you cry, then we’ll be even.”

The idea was humiliating, embarrassing, degrading. But it was better than what you thought was about to happen. Bakugou grabbed your ankle, pulling you back towards him with a quick yank, sitting down beside you on the bed. The man patted his lap expectantly, before getting impatient with your hesitance and grabbing your hair, pulling you across his lap with a pained shriek from you.

“Now, here’s how this is gonna fucking go. You’re gonna sit there and take it, and you’ll be done once I say so. Now shut up.”

Without further ceremony, a broad hand slapped your ass, your shorts providing only the thinnest of barriers. You weren’t ready for the hit, so you lurched forward across the mans lap with a small cry. Another smack landed, and while you still weren’t ready, the sting wasn’t as jarring as the first slap.

SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

You tried to not whine, or cry, or make any noise, but it was hard. His hand was coming down with more force on each strike, and it /hurt/. You could feel your skin throbbing underneath your shorts, red and tender, and you were ready to be done.

Bakugou however, was not.

He kept going,

SMACK

Each hit harder than the last.

SMACK

You wanted to cry, trying to hold it in, just endure through the mortification of being spanked like a child.

SMACK

You couldn’t take it anymore, bursting into tears, skin burning, blubbering for Bakugou to stop, please.

The spanking stopped.

The two of you sat there, you sobbing, Bakugou rubbing the skin of your ass over your shorts. Somehow, that hurt just as much as the spanking did, so you reached a hand back blindly, trying to catch his wrist and push him away. As soon as you grabbed his wrist, Bakugou delivered another savage slap to your behind, making you immediately apologize and drop your hands, let him pet and stroke your ass at his leisure. It hurt.

You don’t know how long you both stayed there, Bakugou further irritating the burning, raw skin of your butt, you sniffling and calming down from the full-bodied sobs that had wracked your form earlier. It had been long enough that you barely flinched when Bakugou tentatively fingered the waistband of your shorts, twisting up the fabric, as if he were hesitant to go further, but obviously considering it. You didn’t flinched when a decision was seemingly made, and a hand started slowly pulling your shorts down.

You flinched when the fabric slid over a particularly sore welt on your ass.

“What are you doing??” You panicked, trying to rise up, move away. A hand between your shoulder blades held you down, Bakugou’s gruff voice telling you to stay still.

“I just wanna see how it looks, fuckin’ chill out princess.”

It’s not like you could argue, so off slid your shorts. You tried to protest again when you felt fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, but another swift slap to your rear had you keening in pain, quickly falling silent. You could let him assess the damage, but that was it. If he tried to touch you further, you’d bite a chunk of his skin off, go find your phone and call the police.

With your lower half bared to the room, you squirmed uncomfortably, immediately stilling when Bakugou’s hand smoothed over the abused skin of your ass. He seemed fascinated by the damage he had caused, and you were sure that there were welts, maybe even bruises already forming. Your skin burned, and not in a pleasant way. God, it was painful.

There was so much pain, your skin somehow felt numb and on fire at the same time. You almost didn’t notice Bakugou’s hand dropping to your thigh, slowly beginning to wiggle it’s way upward, headed towards the little pink slit nestled between your legs.

When his hand made contact with your pussy, you flipped out.

Almost literally - you rocketed off the man’s lap so fast that you almost flipped over onto the ground, just barely catching yourself at the last second.

And then you were standing in front of the man, lower half completely bared, him staring at the space between your thighs, before slowly dragging his eyes upward to find your own.

You turned tail and ran for the door.

A problem with your aforementioned plan of calling the police, was forgetting that Bakugou was a security guard. His job was literally chasing people down, subduing them.

He had you pinned to the door in a matter of seconds, chuckling in your ear.

“Damn, I really was just only gonna spank your ass raw. You look goddamn delicious though, and it seems like you just haven’t learned your fucking lesson.”

You were hauled backward, a hand pulling your hair, the other wrapped around your waist. For the second time that day, you were tossed onto the bed, but this time you barely stayed for a second, already trying to scramble off the other side. But Bakugou was faster, his hand around your calf and dragging you back to him with an iron grip.

A scream tore out of your throat, and you kicked at the man with all your strength as you got closer, catching him square in the jaw. His head snapped back, but his grip never loosened, keeping you stationary while you tried to wiggle away.

His other hand came up to massage his jaw while he slowly rolled his head down to fix you with the most intense, hungry look you’d ever seen a human wear.

“Ohhh, shit. You don’t even know what you just did, do you princess?”

You gasped at his breathy laugh, the way his eyes seemed to light up. Within a second, he was on top of you, face inches away from your own. You could feel his dick, hard against your thigh.

“Wait, you don’t have to do this-think of the consequences! Please, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go, right now. You don’t want to do this Bakugou, please, it’s not gonna be good for either of us-“

He ignored your reasoning, instead focusing on ripping off your shirt, doing the same to your bra. You tried to stop him, hitting and punching, trying to sink your nails into his back, claw at his eyes. You even resorted to snapping your teeth at his nose when his face got too close, turning your head to sink your teeth into his forearm.

Bakugou just groaned throatily, his eyes fluttering shut. Immediately, you let go, not expecting that response. That was supposed to hurt, why wasn’t he yelling in pain? The man lifted his forearm, watching blood start to drip from where your blunt teeth had punctured his skin. He was breathing heavily, straddling your legs, hunched over you like a dog.

The next seconds were a blur, clothes coming off, his hands manhandling you onto your side, his deranged laughter and low, excited swearing filling your ears.

You found yourself on your side, Bakugou straddling one thigh, holding the other up with his arm. He was lining himself up with your opening, rough hand guiding his dick to nudge against your entrance. You screamed.

“Stop it! Stop it, please! You can’t do this! Oh god, stop, stop, stop, don’t-“

“I can do whatever the hell I want, princess.” The man spat, seemingly unaffected by the way you thrashed your body. You tried kicking the leg under him, but his weight anchored it firmly to the bed. You tried kicking the leg he was holding in the arm, but his tight grip just became painful, squeezing you into place. You tried to sit up, to reach out and grab him by the neck and squeeze, but the position you were in was impossible. He knew what he was doing.

You screamed again, a sound of pained, fearful anger crawling out of your throat. Bakugou just laughed.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you had just been good and listened to me. We could’ve gotten along.” He gathered the spit in his mouth, before crudely spitting onto his fingers. “I would’ve left you alone for now, I mean, I’m not a bad guy. “ Bakugou slapped his spit-slicked fingers down over your pussy, smearing his saliva along your folds, messily rubbing it in.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I keep little crooks and stupid brats from running things their way, that’s all I’m doing.”

You yelled as a finger entered you, probing at your walls. “That hurts! Take it out, take it out! You’re disgusting, get off of me! Stop-!”

Bakugou kept talking, pointedly ignoring your panicked whining.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you before, and you’ve got a nice little body. But it’s not like I was just gonna up and hold you down. Good thing you’ve been giving me reasons all week though, being an absolute spoiled-ass princess, you’re so fucking annoying.”

Another finger joined the first, roughly jamming into your cunt, your juices beginning to flow and smooth the way. It was so stupid that your body was responding to this.

“I woulda never touched you, no matter how much I fucking wanted to, if you had just been good. I guess it works for me that you’ve been shit, huh?”

The man laughed again, leaning down towards your face to smile at you in a jeer, adding another finger to your aching pussy. The stretch hurt, it was too soon, but it felt good nonetheless. It’d been a while since you’d last messed around with someone.

When his fingers retracted, you gasped, face quickly blushing red. Another glob of spit was ejected onto Bakugou’s hand, and he quickly slicked up his cock with his own saliva, hissing as he first touched it.

As he lined himself up, you tried begging one more time. “Bakugou, Bakugou, please. Please don’t, you don’t want to do this. You can’t! Just let me up, please? Oh god, please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

He shoved the entirety of his cock inside with one, jarring thrust.

You screamed, voice cracking in the middle. The stinging pain of your ass was forgotten in the face of the jabbing, spiky pain in your lower abdomen. Bakugou hissed, eyes closed in bliss.

“God, you’re fuckin’ tight. You a virgin?”

Tears in your eyes from the unexpected pain of being filled so suddenly, you shook your head no. Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“Ah, I kinda figured. Slut like you probably can’t go a few days without a cock stuffing your cunt.” A thought seemed to cross his mind, and Bakugou’s eyes opened, peering down at you inquisitively, a slight twinkle in his eye.

“Is that why you’ve been such a demanding little princess?” You shook your head no vehemently, the pain slowly fading the longer Bakugou remained still inside you. “Holy fuck, that’s why you’ve been like this all week! You just needed a cock!” The man laughed before reaching a hand down to pat your face condescendingly. “Don’t you worry princess, I’ll give you what you need.”

No further words were spoken, despite how much you wanted to scream and yell and curse at the man above you. He immediately drew his cock back, before thrusting into you again, quickly finding a mind-numbing pace that didn’t allow you any time to think.

His thrusts were smooth, steady, fast - it was hard, no, impossible to stop yourself from moaning at how good everything was starting to feel, despite how much you didn’t want it to. It was even worse when Bakugou’s hand found it’s way to your clit, beginning to furiously rub the little button as he fucked you stupid.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that?”

You ignored him completely, turning your face against the covers of the guest bed. Bakugou just huffed, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

It wasn’t long before you were gasping, moaning on every other breath, trying to hold yourself back from begging the man to let you cum. You writhed underneath him, trying to arch your hips back to meet every one of his thrusts, ride the hand that was rubbing at your clit so nicely.

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere.

It fizzed in your stomach, pleasure racing through you so quickly that you lost your breath, muscles locking up. It felt so good, you couldn’t breath, couldn’t move. Bakugou fucked you through it, smirking down as you obviously rode out your orgasm, his finger falling away from your clit before you could get overstimulated.

A few more thrusts, and Bakugou pulled out, quickly moving to straddle your chest as he quickly jerked himself off. His hand made the most lewd sound, squelching up and down his length that was drenched in your juices.

You were so blissed out from your orgasm, you almost didn’t mind when cum started splattering over your face.

You did mind, however, when Bakugou tried to rub it into your skin after he finished. A quick snap of your jaws towards his fingers made your point clear, and Bakugou backed off.

“We have plenty of time to work on you, seems like you still need to be put in your place by the man of the house. Spoiled little princess.”

——

When your mom got home, you barely kept yourself from sobbing in her arms as she hugged you. You wanted to tell her everything that had happened, what Bakugou had done to you - but that would just make her more paranoid, fearful.

She would lock you in the house and never let you leave. Plus it was embarrassing. “Hey mom, by the way, the babysitter you hired for me, your adult child, raped me after spanking me so hard I bruised, and I couldn’t stop him!” Wasn’t a sentence you wanted to utter. You were weak, and stupid.

Bakugou watched in the background, his backpack slung over his shoulder, ready to head across the street and back to his own house. Your mom kissed your hair, finally disentangling herself from your arms, moving to talk to the gruff blond. You stayed by the door, watching Bakugou with narrow eyes.

“We were fine - although, you were right in having someone come over. She’s irresponsible as hell, I don’t know what could’ve happened if I wasn’t here to stop her from doing stupid shit.”

Your mom threw you a disapproving glance, quickly turning to thank Bakugou for helping the two of you out. She pressed money into his hand, but he told her not to worry about it - he got to eat good food, sleep in a nice bed, and the wifi was better here than at his house. Your mom gave him a quick hug, and you watched his face sour, before he quickly moved away from her grasp.

“Just let me know if you ever need me to come hangout with her again - I think it’s good for her to have a strong male figure in her life. And my wifi sucks, so it’s a win-win for everyone.”

Except you.

Your mom clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh, that’d be perfect! What a nice young man you are, I knew you were trustworthy.”

Your stomach soured.

Bakugou said his goodbyes, obviously trying to get out of the house and away from your touchy mother as quickly as possible. Your mother thanked him again, welcoming him over “at any time!” To use the faster wifi, as long as he wouldn’t mind hanging out with you.

Bakugou gave a gruff laugh, brushing past you on his way out the door. He turned, looking at your mother, then at you.

“I’ll be here to help out, don’t you worry princess.”

You slammed the door in his face.

He was never stepping foot in your house again, not if you could help it.

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Joy Ride -.006

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: Violence, Blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity, eventual soft yandere Bakugou.

Summary:

It started with a simple question. “What do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt who made a home in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might mean for her future, Y/n lets loose for her first night there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car.

A/n: Bold Italics means the words are spoken in Japanese. -Squidlyskeet ✌🏻✌🏻

💥Bakugou’s POV💥

I parked the car on the road in front of Noels house. I’d been there a few times over the years to meet with Mirio about different jobs and organizing patrols. I was happy that I could finally just get this part of the night done and over with, but sighed heavily as I remembered what the next part of my night would consist of.

I’d probably have to walk on eggshells to avoid a bullet to the head where Mirio and I were going.

I looked over to where Y/N was curled up in my passenger seat. I didn’t want to wake her up, after all she did mention that she just got off a plane this morning. She must be exhausted with jet lag and the events of today. I was also hesitant to try and remove her from the seat and attempt to carry her inside. I was already frustrated with myself for allowing her sweet nature to somehow affect me the way it did, and I didn’t want to make it worse by literally touching her.

And god forbid she wakes up and catches me trying to carry her. Or Mirio. I’d never live it down, and that’s unacceptable. I couldn’t have people thinking I was going soft, or worse that I was going soft for some dumb girl.

Maybe I should just open the door and kick her out.

Nah, that’s douch-

“What the fuck are you doing man?” Mirio’s voice was directly outside my window and I jumped, whipping my head to the side and preparing to throw my body in front of Y/n’s.

I could feel my blood pressure rise when I realized it was just the overgrown oaf, and my face flushed with anger at the intrusion while I was trying to focus.

I was pissed he caught me overthinking about carrying Y/n inside too.

“Nothing you baboon idiot.” I whisper screamed back, trying to keep the peacefully sleeping Y/n undisturbed.

She seemed to be full of curious questions, and the last thing I needed was her asking where I was headed in some kind of dumb attempt to feign worry about me. I also just didn’t want to have to lie to her, she seemed so..free and pure. Free of the darkness that wrapped around and tainted my life with an endless string of one complication after the next. One death after the next. One lonely night after the next.

I felt like if I lied to her about something, even after only knowing her for this short period of time, I’d sully her innocence. Darken that lightness that she let shine so brightly for me tonight. That’s why I couldn’t see her in anything but passing again after this, I couldn’t risk letting myself dwell on the stir she created in my stomach. I had to leave at least one thing in my life untainted.

I growled at my own thoughts, not understanding why I couldn’t just let this sappy shit go. It wasn’t like she was some kind of friend to me, hell I’d only known her for one night.

That didn’t change the fact that she had gotten a reaction out of me anyways, even being the irrelevant extra she is.

“Alright then, let me grab Y/n and go give Noel a kiss goodbye and I’ll be back out so we can go.” Mirio replied, unphased by my obvious disrespect to him.

It never irritated him, and it got under my skin. Usually this kind of shit would progress when we were together, and it would get to the point where Mirio and I would spar into the late hours of the night. Each of us trying to prove something to the other.

He that I couldn’t push people around whenever I wanted to get what I want, and I that even if it was still fifty fifty between us, that I could still wipe the floor with his oversized ass. Even if it was only half the time.

“Tch. Whatever.” I replied, watching from the corner of my eye as he rounded the car and quietly opened Y/n’s door.

He gently picked her up, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. I had to suppress a growl, words that I knew would only cause problems threatening to spew out my mouth like word vomit.

I was mad at myself, had I known she was such a heavy damn sleeper I would have just done it myself when I first got here.

My eyes laser focused when he stood straight and Y/n’s limp sleeping body -my hoodie still draped over her- almost slipped from his hand around her back and I jumped. I knew logically that I was still in the driver's seat and could do nothing if he actually did drop her. That didn’t stop the irritation at myself for not just doing it myself, where I could make sure she made it safely inside.

He quickly adjusted his hold, and frowned.

“What’s the matter with you dumbass, be careful with her.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and he raised his brows at me.

“I was, she is just sleeping like a rock. I wasn’t expecting her to flop around like a noodle. Man she must have been tired,” He started laughing quietly, shaking his head as he turned and started walking inside. He paused, turning his head to the side to say something else, voice suddenly serious. “Start my car for me.”

More code terms.

I sent him an okay sign, and forced thoughts of Y/n out of my mind. Trying to get into the headspace I needed, I got to work.

I waited until the door shut behind Mirio to exit the car. I knew she was sleeping but I wanted to make absolutely certain Y/n didn’t see anything.

I swung my door open and rounded the car to the trunk, I looked around before opening it, and then opening the false bottom.

When someone from the Side Riders said ‘start my car’ they didn’t really mean for you to start their car. In fact it was considered disrespectful to get in the driver's seat of someone else’s ride, let alone start it. What it really meant was to make sure you're locked and loaded, ready to defend yourself and your territory.

It was meant as a way to let your squad know that you didn’t know what you were rolling into, coded to make sure no one caught on that whoever was riding with you was strapped to the teeth with weapons.

I sighed as I looked down at the cubby beneath the false bottom, debating on what gun I’d use in case things went south. I knew I should pick something small, but before I could even try to convince myself, my hand was reaching for the heavy fire power of the automatic rifle.

I held the box of ammo when I heard the door open again. I quickly held the gun out of sight when I looked up, sighing in relief to find it was only Mirio. I could tell he was switching his mindset to work mode, the usual warmth of his features melting into a dark, unforgiving grimace. The cold emotionless depths of his eyes was an expression I was familiar with. I stared at it everyday in the mirror.

“You strapped?” The wording reminded me of when he asked if Y/n was strapped correctly into my passenger seat. She was, I checked. Eight times.

My chest warmed, thinking of her struggling to get the damn things unbuckled.

*a/n: it’s safe to say everything from this point on will be spoken in Japanese without bold italics*

I sighed at the memory, because, this time he was talking about weapons.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I replied, as I finished loading the rifle and closed the trunk.

His only acknowledgement was a flick of his wrist as he started toward his car. I made my way back to my own, opening the door and placing the gun barrel down on my passenger seat floor.

I hadn’t noticed before when I was in the car, but after getting out and then back in it hit me full force. It smelled like her. I tried not to think about how the smell of vanilla and lavender tea left a haze clouding my mind. I also refused to acknowledge the deep breaths I was taking while I pushed in the clutch and pressed the start button on the dash.

We started our engines at the same time, usually the sound did nothing but bring me peace and excitement. This time though, I cringed. The force of the cars starting shook the ground with a deep rumble, and I glanced at the house making sure no lights flicked on.

When I was sure she was still passed out, I fiddled with the screen on my dash, putting on some music and waiting for Mirio to pull off the road ahead of me.

I had a thought then and allowed self indulge, even for just a moment.

How did that song she put on go?

I hummed it to myself, as I tried to remember the English words.

Oh, yeah.

I typed it into the search bar and pressed play.

The deep soothing beats pumped from my speakers as Mirio finally pulled away from the curb.

I followed him, unsure of what exactly we were getting ourselves into but ready for anything.

————————————————————————-

Thirty minutes later, after Monoma joined us somewhere along the way, we pulled into an open parking lot surrounded by abandoned warehouses on all sides. My guard immediately went up as I followed Mirio to the already parked cars sitting in the middle.

All of them blacked out and all of them with a red rose emblem on the side.

Except one.

The gaudy car in the middle seemed so out of place with all the rides built for racing surrounding it. While ours were expensive, they were built for racing. This one was built for the rich, made to sit in the lap of luxury and look good doing it.

It was a show, put on to try and intimidate us but I refused. The fact that they would even try had rage building under my skin, and it was almost unbearable to contain when I noticed the men of the Yakuza leaning against their hoods, all with a weapon of some sort.

I pulled up and parked next to Mirio, Monoma following me and doing the same. I looked through our windows asking Mirio a silent question, he shook his no. I was mad, but I trusted his judgement and quietly accepted as I released my grip on the stock of the rifle.

I opened my door and got out, I made a show of a leisure walk. Hands behind my head and a smirk on my face, I knew without looking that both Mirio and Monoma flanked my left and right sides. No matter the smallest of differences or rivalry’s, brothers never step to their enemies alone.

“Well? Where is he?” I asked, my tone coming out a lot more relaxed than I felt.

One of the men nodded his head at whoever was in the passenger seat. I tried to see if it was him, but I couldn’t see past the tinted windows.

A man stepped out of the drivers, rounding the car to the back seat facing us. The boss’s bodyguard. Shoji Mezo. A towering man, muscles stacked on each other like a brick wall.

Man, I hope he said something stupid. I’d love to take a crack at him.

He pulled open the door, and to my surprise, a heeled foot stepped out onto the pavement first. My mood instantly darkened when I realized who it was. Why was this bitch everywhere tonight?

“Hello Katsu.” Her greeting was a soft purr as she addressed me with the nickname she gave me all those years ago. I felt my face twist into a sneer before I forced myself to relax as she stepped out of the car fully.

She had changed out her red ensemble from earlier tonight into some gaudy sparkly evening dress, if you could call it that, that is. The fabric hugged her curves tightly, and asymmetrical cut outs flaunted most of her tanned unblemished skin.

I was happy to find I didn’t have a reaction to it anymore.

This was just another one of his dramatics, a way for the boss to try and exert some kind of nonexistent dominance of me. I couldn’t let it get to me.

“It’s been a long time hasn’t it Katsu? You’re looking extra delicious tonight..” Her sickly sweet voice dripped with sarcasm.

It disgusted me that for two long years, I let that same condescending tone lead me around like a lost puppy. Now that I had been out of the relationship for a year, I could see where I went wrong. I let her soft words and her curves distract me from her actions.

“Camie.” I greeted back with a slight bow of my head, keeping my voice cold and detached.

“Camie darling, what have I told you about playing with the help.” A deep voice called from behind her.

“Oh Tenny baby, it’s nothing to worry about, I was just having some fun.” She replied, as she worked her acting skills on the Boss getting out of the car.

“Bakugou, Togata, Monoma. How are my favorite squad leaders tonight?” He asked, a false pretense at friendship.

Tenya Iida.

Leader and boss of the Tokyo Yakuza, and squad leader of the South Side Riders.

He wore a three piece pinstripe suit, and expensive loafers. His face was tense and his strong jawline was clenched, which proved my point further at his false friendliness.

“Boss.” The three of us said in unison. A deeper bow given by all of us.

I hated saying the word out loud or admitting that he was above me in any way. To not show respect though, would result in an immediate death execution style. While I was more than willing to put Iida in his place, I couldn’t do much with my only defense still sitting on my passenger seat floor.

“Does anyone want to tell me why you are here tonight?” He spoke up again, not acknowledging our greeting.

I guess we were getting right into it.

None of us answered.

All of us knew better than to assume.

It really lit a fire under my ass that I had to stand here and act like the man standing before me was some kind of royalty. He was my age for christ’s sake.

“No one has anything? Let me break it down for you then,” He started toward us, clearing the space between the gap in a few strides before stopping in front of Mirio. “Tonight while you trash we’re out in your little race cars, having a pissing match on who is the fastest one of my warehouses was raided.” He said, his expression one of complete calm.

We still didn’t speak up.

While I knew I couldn’t say anything, I never let my gaze leave his face. Silently challenging his authority with my uninterrupted glare.

“No one has anything to say then?” His arms raised in amusement as he turned back around to address his men. “Did you hear that guys? No one has anything to say.” He was laughing as he said it.

Before he whipped his body around, his arm flying through the air with his fist clenched. It landed on Mirio’s face with a sickening crack. He didn’t knock the man over, no I don’t think Iida could even if he wanted to. While it was a hard hit, his form was sloppy and wasn’t well placed. Mirio’s probably taken more painful hits from Noel, if I’m being honest.

I did my best to hide my snicker that escaped at the thought.

“I’m sorry? Was there something you wanted to say Bakugou?” He addressed me then, blank features finally cracking into a sneer.

“Well I-.” I was cut off abruptly when another one of Iida’s fists came flying at my face.

I saw it coming from a mile away, but had to stand there and take it as I didn’t want an entire team of trained henchmen actively trying to murder me.

I was right when I said it was a hard hit. His fist made contact with my right eye socket, and it sent my head flying backwards. Pain instantly throbbed through my skull, but I’d die before I ever let it show to this dumpster fire.

Mirio had the same idea as he didn’t even hold his nose that was currently gushing blood.

“What about you Monoma? Care to explain?” He asked the third member of our group, who, like an obedient dog, lowered his eyes and kept silent.

I wanted to scoff but the thought of being on the receiving end of another hit right to the eye kept the sound inside my throat. Iida nodded his head and backed up a few paces, talking to all of us at once.

“If I find out that you little street rats had something to do with this, especially if your little dick measuring contest was being shut down as some kind of distraction,” He cracked his knuckles before rubbing them, letting me know that the punches probably hurt him just as bad as us. “I’ll kill you and every single member of your families.”

He paused before looking back up at me.

“I also want that car painted Bakugou, you were on the news tonight. Making headlines in that god awful orange machine you call a car. I want it parked back at the shop and it better not fucking move again until it’s a different color. I can’t have the police after us every fucking time an orange sports car was spotting going 200mph plus.” I gritted my teeth at his words.

Who in the fuck did this extra think he was. The orange was practically a fucking trademark, I was about to let loose on him when he smirked.

He could tell I was struggling to keep my mouth shut. Just like him though, he had to add the gasoline to my already burning hot inferno.

“Also..Bakugou?,” He stopped walking back to his car to turn to me one more time. “Who was that adorable little thing in the Nav seat you had with you?”

Don’t react. Don’t react. Don’t fucking react Katsuki.

“Just some Nav Hoe who wanted a good time.” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. My heart thundered in my chest.

He knew he had me, but all he did was smirk and grab Camie by the waist while getting into his car.

Iida popped back around the door, his features cold and distant, expecting full attention.

“I forgot to mention I have a job for you in a few days, if one of my patrons doesn’t fork up twenty thousand by then.” He flicked his wrist in dismissal.

Shoji slammed the door shut behind them, and got into the driver's seat. The rest of the men followed suit, a chorus of doors slamming and motors starting.

I held my breath until the last of the cars rumbled away from us. Not one of us moved until the opulent parade was out of sight.

“FUCKK.” I screamed, pulling at my hair and finally releasing the breath I held inside.

“Shit man. Shit shit shit. Noel is gonna kill me. Like literally slaughter me. That was her only stipulation. That Y/n was to go unnoticed.” Mirio’s own hands were carding through his blonde tresses as he started pacing back and forth.

“That’s really what you guys are worried about?” Monoma finally spoke up, his usual taunting features pinched tight in concern.

“He’s onto us. He fucking saw straight through that little plan you put together Mirio.” Monoma added.

“He’s only suspicious, so just calm the hell down you psycho. If he would have known for sure, we would be dead right now.” I shot back at him.

“We stick to the plan. We’ll keep taking down his warehouses. We just have to figure out a way to do it without looking so obvious next time. We’ll try something else other than staging a race. There Has to be other ways” Mirio was arguing with himself more than us, but it pissed me off nonetheless.

“Why’d you even fucking bring Y/n to that stupid race, Mirio. You knew it would get shut down in the first place. You were the one who called the damn race chasers.” I yelled at him, needing to take some frustrations and place the blame before it exploded inside me.

“Her mom just died. She literally just hopped off a plane from across the country this morning. Noel and I just wanted to cheer her up a little. How the hell were we supposed to know it would turn into this,” He stopped pacing and turned to face me, fists clenched. He was obviously pissed too. “And if you wanna start throwing around accusations, why the hell did you fucking agree to let her be your Navigator?” Mirio’s teeth were clenched while he pointed a finger at me.

“Hey guys-“ Monoma tried to cut in before I shoved his skinny frame to the side, pointing back into Mirio’s face.

“Shouldn’t she be mourning or something then rather than be at an illegal race? I tried not allowing her into the car, but Kaminari threatened to call Tenya if I didn't,” My anger was reaching a peak, but I tried to keep it under wraps. “I couldn’t exactly explain to him why that would have been a bad idea, seeing as we literally had plans for the police to shut down the race. Why didn’t you just make her get out of the car? You were standing right there. You could’ve just taken over and forced her to stay. YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE CHASED DOWN BY A HELICOPTER, AND YOU LET HER COME ANYWAYS YOU DUMB FUCK.” I screamed, I was trying to keep my cool but panic was gripping my throat.

I knew I needed to calm down before it got out of hand, but the thought of Tenya Iida taking an interest in Y/n had me entirely on edge.

“Well I couldn’t exactly throw tradition to the wind in front of an entire outfit of Riders Bakugou, the south side was watching. If I had given her the exception it would have caused Iida to notice her,” He stepped closer to me, face to face. “Which fucking reminds me.”

“WHAT A FAT FUCKING LOAD OF GOOD THAT DI-,” My sentence was cut off by a flying fist to the face.

Unlike Tenya Iida’s, Mirio’s perfectly formed uppercut had my entire body flying backwards. This hit hurt a lot more than the sissy punishment Iida tried to dole out.

“Son of a bitch-that hurt.” I groaned, holding my nose that thankfully still felt unbroken. The blood gushing from it was an entirely different story, as it flooded my nostrils and dripped onto my shirt.

“That’s for putting Y/n’s life at risk. You probably scared the little chick half to death.” Mirio explained.

I almost smirked, thinking back to the thousand watt smile stretched across her beautiful face as I pushed my car a little harder than I felt like I ever had. Experimenting to see if her smile would grow if I went faster. It did.

I huffed as I just sat my ass right on the ground. Mirio and Monoma followed suit shortly afterward, I could feel the tension leave my body as exhaustion creeped in. I could fall asleep right here on the ground if they would let me. I knew they wouldn’t though. If for no other reason than because I had orders to paint my car.

I turned to look back at it, she needed body work after tonight’s escapades. So at least I could fix those. It caused a pang of hurt to flow through me. I painted it orange for a reason, my mom loved the color. It was her favorite and while she hated that I followed in her footsteps, especially when she found out I’d be a squad leader, she loved my car. Sometimes I’d go to the home she was in and take her out on a Sunday stroll.

How would anyone recognize me? How would Y/n recognize me? I’ve already come to terms with the fact that I couldn’t see her personally again but how would she know it was me, passing her on the street, or watching me race.

I growled. I wouldn’t give up the orange entirely, but I’d still follow orders.

“So what do we do now?” Monoma spoke up again, trying to find a solution for our very real, very big problem.

“Well, obviously throwing the race did no good to try and prove that we had nothing to do with the warehouse raids. I figured that if he saw we were at a race, and that it was shut down and covered by the news he would see that we were too busy to be leaking information to the police. Or that he’d come to his own conclusion, and he was still suspicious, as he very well should be, but he doesn’t need to know that.” Mirio said, rubbing his chin in thought.

“We’ll regroup and come up with a better plan when we are all not dead on our feet. We all just need to shower and get some sleep, we’ll figure out a new plan afterwards,” I stated, effectively shutting down the conversation with no reluctance from the peanut gallery. “What are we going to do about Y/n? He’s obviously noticed her, and he’ll try something. If not for anything else but to get under my- our skin. He doesn’t know why, but he knows she’s important.” I continued, this was one topic that we had to make a plan for as soon as possible.

“Well you know I have close eyes on Noel all the time, I have her with me almost constantly, and when I don’t I have my men follow her. She doesn’t know the last part so don’t say anything, but we’ll need something like that with her. I’d do it myself, but I already have my hands full with Noel. There aren’t many other people I trust with something like this.” Mirio’s example was perfect, we’ll assign her an escort.

Another term used by the Riders. Essentially a bodyguard that protects, with just a few more duties than what that job usually consists of. Making sure they know where the person is at all times, being their own personal driver, running errands if they need it, and in worst case scenarios, slaughtering potential threats.

Usually you could tell which of the Riders were escorts and which ones weren’t. The Riders who had names on the passenger seat headrests were the ones to look out for. It was a way to let others know they had someone they’d kill for, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so if the need for it arose.

The job was usually only taken up officially by the Riders who had significant others, being their escort and doing so willingly and happily. It was a tiring job, one that demanded constant vigilance and a lot of times undivided attention. I’d know, I did it for Camie for two years, before I caught her on her knees with a mouth full of Tenya Iida that is.

The sudden hurt I felt as the memory flashed in my head surprised me. I hated the feeling and anger flashed in my heart just as it did back then when I walked in on it. It wasn’t Camie per se that caused my hurt, it was more the fact that I’d put aside my hostility for someone. I’d practically dedicated my life to someone, spending all my time, my money, and my sanity trying to please another person, only for them to turn around and pull some shady bullshit like that?

The spending money part wasn’t necessarily a rule you had to follow, but Riders made obscene amounts of money racing, and doing jobs for the Yakuza. Riders had a tendency to spend a lot of money, unafraid to blow thousands on their rides, why wouldn’t they do so on the person important enough to them that they would be their escort.

“I do the same with Kendo, so I can’t offer up my services with her either.” Monoma’s words brought me back to reality, and away from thoughts of remembering the hell that was being Camies escort.

“What about Amajiki?” Mirio said.

I immediately felt my temper flare again, thinking back to when Y/n asked me if I thought Amajiki would let her be his Navigator. My mind shut it down almost as quickly as I shut her down.

“You’re gonna entrust her care with that shaking leaf of a man? Not to mention that he’s rolled two cars in the last year?” I questioned the burly man sitting next to me.

“You’re right, he wouldn’t know what to do. How about anyone on your squad?” He inquired, still deep in thought.

My brain picked out all the people I would even consider letting Y/n be protected by. Only three came to mind.

Kirishima, Deku, and Sero, maybe if you squinted Shoto.

Kirishima was immediately out, as he was waiting to escort someone else. A tiny little foreign girl who worked at a bakery or something.

Deku was the same, he had Ochako.

Sero, once I thought it over, was out too. He was a playboy, and while I trusted him on my squad I had no intention of letting him near Y/n.

Shoto was a no too, only because the thought of seeing her in his passenger seat made me want to skin that half and half bastard to an unrecognizable degree.

I shook my head in denial at his question, and my mouth moved before I could stop the words from coming out

“I’ll do it.”

Mirio choked on his spit and whipped his head to me, his shell shocked expression giving away his surprise.

“What?”

“Did I stutter? I said I’ll do it. I’ll be Y/n’s escort.” I said, holding in my accusations that he was trying to imply that I wasn’t capable.

“Are you sure? I mean after Camie and all-” Mirio started.

“Y/n isn’t Camie. And we aren’t together. So it makes no fucking difference,” I heaved myself off the ground, walking back to my car with my hands in my pockets. “It’s settled then. I’ll have Kaminari and Shinsou fill in temporarily until I get this fucking car painted and get some sleep.” I said over my shoulder, noticing that both men were on their way back to their own.

“You better take care of her Bakugou, I’ll kill you if you don’t.” I heard Mirio yell to me as he paused before getting into his car.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment sliding into my own drivers seat.

I didn’t say anything out loud, but I silently agreed that if I didn’t I’d let him kill me.

I started my car and looked over to the empty headrest of the passenger seat.

This was such a bad idea.

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#my hero academia #mha #this took a lot longer than i thought it would #uhgggg #bnha au #bnha fluff #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bnha angst

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oreosmama · 4 years

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hiii can i get a scenario of class 1a having to do some body guard duty for some rich families wedding, and bakugous crush not being able to go due to family reasons. when they arrived they found out it was actually the readers family, how would bakugou and the rest react thanks hehe

Dance With Me Tonight (Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Bakugou is pissed after he’s assigned to be a bodyguard along with the rest of the class for one of the richest families in Japan. He didn’t even want to go since you, his crush, weren’t gonna be there! But wait… surely that’s not you on the dance floor with another guy?

A/N: Oof, sorry this one took so long! I’m actually feeling good about it, but only time will tell. Anyways, thank you so much for this awesome request and I hope you like it! (Side note: I’m just gonna leave this here in case anyone wants to listen to it while reading👀)

Word count: 2706

This was ridiculous.

The rented black and white tuxedo was itchy in unsavory places, the extravagant ballroom smelled highly of old lady perfume, and there were so many rich bastards.

Bakugou wasn’t even sure why he came. Though his class had been requested to guard the wedding and its reception, there was really no point.

You weren’t there. When Aizawa had broken the news that Class 1A was requested to guard one of the richest families in Japan, you were the only person with a legitimate excuse to schmooze your way out of the job.

“I can’t go, family’s got stuff tonight.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth at the thought. The room was dimly lit, the only source coming from the chandeliers hanging above as a band played slow songs at the front of the room. Couples wrapped each other up in their arms and rocked leisurely to the deep crooning of the main singer, and it was no surprise that the newlyweds were in the center of it all.

Envy swelled up in his throat. Everyone had someone tonight. Even the green midget had the annoying pink girl, both scouting the room while giggling and chatting.

Why did I even fucking come?

“-Bakugou… Bakugou!” Kirishima waved his hand in front of the blond’s face, waiting for some kind of reaction. Finally, the latter shook himself into reality, glancing away from the murmuring crowd.

“What?”

“Are you okay? You’ve been zoned out for like twenty minutes…”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and pushes past the redhead, once more in search of that abandoned balcony he had spotted earlier. “I just don’t know why we even had to be here. No villain’s gonna attack a crowd of superpowered rich fucks.”

He allows his gaze to wander the room as he strides, searching for something to do to fend off the oncoming boredom.

“Oh come on, Bakugou, wouldn’t that be the perfect time to test your skills? Nobody said you had to wait for the rich people to fight the villains.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, crimson orbs still scouring the party.

“Plus, it’s their wedding day. They don’t want to tear their nice dresses and suits. Think smart here, my friend.”

“Whatever.”

“GUYS GUYS!” A squeaky voice Bakugou can only connect to that of the perverted blond who always trails behind him around school reaches the boys’ ears. Two hands grab one of each’s shoulders as Kaminari slips between the pair, obviously eager to share some gossip. “Guess who I just saw all dolled up right here?”

The electric boy doesn’t even have enough time for a grand reveal; Bakugou’s ears have already perked for other dramatic whispers.

“Hold on, guys, is that YN?”

“No way, she said she was gonna be busy toni- holy shit it is!”

At this point, the tense blond isn’t even trying to hide his eavesdropping. Shrugging the hand off his shoulder, Bakugou sticks close to the wall as he stomps over to the chattering pair, who just so happen to be Mina and Toru. Both stick out like sore thumbs in glittering, hot pink dresses among collections of no-doubt expensive pastel chiffon.

“Where?” he barks, leaving the girls to squeal at the sudden intrusion. Mina is the first to recover, and as she turns to him a smug glint flashes through her eyes. With a nod of her head, she gestures to the crowd.

“Down there in the red dress.” His gaze travels in said direction. “She’s dancing with a boy.”

The word leaves Bakugou’s mind in scrambles. You were here, but you were also with another guy. His chest tightens at the fact and when he finally catches sight of you, a breath is caught in his throat.

Maroon silk hugs tightly to your every curve, outlining your admirable figure. A sweetheart neckline adorns your chest, lined with black gems that glitter every time they catch the light above. There’s a mischievous slit trailing up your leg that stops just above mid-thigh, revealing smooth skin that seems to go on forever thanks to the black stilettos on your feet. Every edge and line is stitched the same color among the tight dress, showing more and more contrasting patterns of black and red as you sway in the boy’s arms.

Bakugou’s sneer transforms into an all out snarl at the minimal proximity between the two of you, completely ignorant of the uncomfortable smile on your face. Your garnet-colored lips pull back forcibly, letting out a nervous lap with every word the other man whispers to you. Face framed perfectly by your curled locks, the blond can’t ignore just how hot you look right now.

He also can’t ignore how much he needs that guy to stop touching you. Before he can even register it, his dark shoes are slapping against the marble floor, making quick work of the distance between himself and you two.

In seconds, he’s silently fuming next to you both, awkwardly staring the boy down who’s shivering in his my-maid-ironed-these slacks.

“Move it, extra,” Bakugou hisses, vermillion eyes burning into his enemy’s skull. That’s all it really takes, as the boy rips away from you and disappears into the crowd of swaying couples around, the only evidence of his existence being the slow-to-fade tension in your shoulders.

“Katsuki!” you reluctantly purse your lips, disapproving but also secretly thankful. No words can fall from your lips after that, all of them stolen away at the sudden feeling of his bruising grip on your hips. Instinctively, your hands reach up to wrap around his neck, assuming the appropriate dance position considering your location in the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?” He really hadn’t wanted to come, at least not after he heard you weren’t going to make an appearance. Some part of him feels betrayed that he had almost missed seeing you like this.

The room feels like it’s closing in on you. Of course you had your reasons for not wanting to admit that you were born into this crowd, but being surrounded by them is getting to you. “Can we talk about this somewhere else?”

Bakugou bites back the refusal on his tongue when he sees your anxious gaze, observing as it constantly flits back and forth between himself and those around you. “Okay,” he nods, squinting in the darkened room to search for… there! The balcony from earlier. He had seen it when he first entered the empty room along with the rest of Class 1A, waiting for instructions from the wedding’s director while hooking each other up with walkie talkies and earpieces.

“Either that’s where the villains are gonna come in or that’s where I’m gonna jump from halfway through this party.”

“Come on.” His rough hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you along as he shoulders past offended couples who scoff at his impropriety.

The outside is so much more peaceful than its opposite, with the only sounds being crickets chirping in the dark forest below and melodic tunes still echoing through the ballroom’s door cracks.

Moon shines on the balcony like a spotlight, choosing both of you as it’s favored guests. It’s warm outside, even with the occasional gusts of wind that stick your hair to your lips, and part of you is in awe that Bakugou even found this place as beautiful as most would. Maybe you underestimated him.

“So why did you lie about tonight?” The blond’s voice drags you away from the balcony’s banister, urging you to turn around and lean back against it. Your gaze locks on the ground as you rub your arms shyly.

“It wasn’t really a lie, per se.” Bakugou snorts.

“Sure, and I’m not the best student in the school.”

“You really aren’t…”

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” His riled shout makes you snicker, hiding a smile behind your hand. Bakugou can’t help but admire you, even when you piss him off. Though, he can’t ignore the goosebumps covering your bare arms either. The fact that the straps of your dress were about halfway down your upper arms wasn’t really helping your situation. Grinding his teeth at the stupidity of your outfit, he shrugs of his jacket and approaches you, keeping his gaze focused on the task at hand as he encompasses your shoulders with the thicker fabric.

“Oh, uh thanks.”

“Yeah.”

Awkward silence ensues, leaving the faint music of the inside to taint the normally innocent atmosphere. Bakugou doesn’t want to crack on the pressure, but part of him still wants to feel you.

“So, erm,” he rubs the back of his neck, “do you want to dance?”

The question makes you glance up in surprise. Was this really Bakugou? Giving you his jacket, getting all possessive and now, now asking to dance? No way. Maybe he hit his head or something. Or maybe…

Maybe he liked you back.

“Sure.”

You both shuffle towards each other, barely keeping yourselves from flushing to the fullest when you finally are close enough to touch each other again. Then the blond finally makes the first move again, quivering hands sneaking around your waist painfully slow.

You’re no hypocrite, being just as hesitant as he was in the act of sneaking your hands up and around his neck once more. There was something about asking to initiate the dance that made this so much more awkward than earlier, back inside when Bakugou just forced you both into it.

Now, it was so incredibly tedious, forcing yourselves to relax and sway to the music slowly fading out from the inside. Then at one point you threw caution to the wind and dropped your head, laying your cheek on his shoulder as you faced the wilderness beyond.

“So…” Bakugou finally speaks up again. His grip tightens on your hips in frustration. Obviously he heard the shakiness of his voice just as well as you had. He calms down with a clear of his throat, allowing his gaze to also fade off into the black surrounding the host building of your family’s wedding. “Why didn't you tell us?”

Your form tenses against his own, leaving him in a dreaded panic that you would somehow just disappear before his eyes. Then you answer.

“I didn’t want you to see me in a bad light…”

Bakugou shakes his head, still rocking you both back and forth in a steady pattern to the music. “YN, you shouldn’t worry about what those extras think-”

“Not them,” you interrupt. “You.”

“...Oh.” He’s silent for a minute, and distantly you wonder if he can feel the racing thumps that are echoing against your rib cage right now. At last he pipes up with another question. “Why?”

“I just,” you peel your head away to look him in the eyes, just barely avoiding biting your rouged lips, “I didn’t want you to think I was this spoiled brat who paid her way into UA. I wanted… I don’t know… I guess I wanted you to respect me.”

The intensity is enough to make you glance away as Bakugou stares at you in wonder.

“YN, I respect you in a hell of a lot of ways.”

From any other, the words would have left you scoffing. From Bakugou, though, they leave you redder than a cherry as you resist ducking your face into his button-up dress shirt.

“...Oh.” That seemed to be the response of the day.

The balcony returns to silence, dulled music still flowing from the party behind the doors. Bakugou’s hands, strong and firm, are still attached to your waist, encouraging the constant swaying while you keep your hands locked behind his neck. The urge to dip your fingers into his fluffy locks is taking a surprising amount of self-restraint at this moment.

The air of the moment is serene, strangely tranquil considering one of its residents. You feel content and relaxed for the first time in a long time, all thanks to right now. There’s no eagerness to hide yourself, nor pressure to spill any more secrets. And that’s precisely why you feel at peace with the idea of spilling your feelings now, rather than letting them out during a moment of peer pressure from others.

Right now, it’s just him and you, locked in an embrace and swaying underneath the moon and the stars to a faint melody of love and happiness. And it’s perfect.

“Katsuki…” Here we go.

“Yeah?” His voice is soothing, strangely so compared to its usual gruffness.

“I like you. Like like-like you. A lot.”

Well fuck. That was so much more awkward than you expected it to be. In just two seconds, your mind had gone from “let’s do this” to “can I somehow burrow in his shirt pocket and die” thanks to that confession.

For some odd reason, Bakugou seems to agree with your train of thoughts. One of his hands leaves your waist to slip into the hair on the back of your head. Bunching up a collection of curls in his fist, he shoves your face right into his shoulder, dismissing the surprised squeal you give.

“What a lame way to say that.” Ouch.

The response makes you struggle against him, growing ashamed and embarrassed as you push against his toned stomach to escape, but it’s ineffective. His grip has turned to iron, solid and unforgiving as you become more and more frantic. A plea to let you go dies on your lips when he finally opens his mouth.

“Stop squirming and let me talk.”

You do, allowing him to take a deep breath before speaking again.

“I…” he turns his head and gulps. You can’t see thanks to your face being squished against his chest, but you can tell by the quick pounding near your forehead that he’s just as nervous as you. “I like you too, dumbass.”

Jaw dropping, your mouth goes dry at the confession. Then your hands fall like dead weight to your sides.

“Oh.”

“That’s it, that’s all I get?!”

“Sorry, sorry, I just umm… I wasn’t expecting that.” You trail your hands back up over his shoulders once more, finally slipping them into the disarrayed strands. “But I’m glad.”

At your reply, he leans back to glance at your face. A wave of relief seems to flask through his eyes when he confirms that, yes, you do mean it.

“Me too,” he admits, sneaking his arms back around your waist and settling his wandering hands on the small of your back.

The tension in the air has drawn back to a zero, and you’re still smiling giddily at the confession. He liked you back, no matter where you came from.

He begins to rock you back and forth once more, leading you to the slow song of the band inside as his fingers knead into your skin, flexing and unflexing with every knot your own untangle in his scalp.

Owls hoot in the trees beyond the balcony as the stars glitter down on both of you, washing you in dim rays.

It’s warm out. It’s nice out. And all you can do is hum along when Bakugou drops his head on your shoulder, huffing a relieved sigh.

“God I’m glad I came tonight.”

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Ice Cream (Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! WHY DO I KEEP FLUFFING MYSELF TO DEVASTATION!!

Summary: Bakugou and you are coworkers at a summer job in a department store. Both of you have feelings for each other but don’t know how to confess.

Word count: 1,918

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Based on a true story. Seriously this was me about 3 and a half years ago. Except the first part, that was filler’s sake and to show off tsundere baby Katsuki. I’ve been neglecting him, he deserves better. So I hope you all combust from fluff uwu bc the next one might be baku angst

"Ah, it's so hot," I groan, fanning myself. "I almost wanna turn around and go back to work just to stay in the air conditioning."

"Tch, speak for yourself. I've had enough for the day," Bakugou huffs. He's unbuttoned his black polo shirt. "You can't pay me enough to go back there."

"It's really not that bad, I don't know why you're complaining," I shrug.

"Says the one who gets to sit in the storage room sorting those stupid colored things all day." He pushes his shoulder into me. "I'm like the stupid lackey. Every stupid errand the manager needs done, I have to do. I don't get paid enough for this sh-"

"Let's get ice cream, Bakugou!" I interrupt, spotting an ice cream shop across the street. "Come on, it'll cheer you up, crabby pants." I grab his arm and pull him towards cold heaven.

Once we get inside the shop, I immediately fly to the window, scanning over the flavor selection. I'm not exactly sure what I want to get, whether I'm craving something summery like cherry or lemon or if I want a classic like cookies and cream.

I catch myself flipping my head back and forth between the two sides, still unable to make a decision. "Hey Bakugou, what are you getting?" When I don't hear an answer, I flip around. "Baku-?"

For the smallest moment after I look at him, I catch him staring at me blankly before whipping his head down to the window. "Probably just chocolate," he answers quickly.

My heart skips a beat, but I tell myself to calm down. It's not the first time I've caught Bakugou staring at me. Sometimes at work, he'll be passing by and he always somehow seems to find me in the sea of clothes while I'm rearranging the hangers. There are even some rare times when he comes to the back room while I'm in the middle of sorting the size beads and helps me before the manager summons him to do something else.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. "I'm feeling something fruity. Lemon is really calling out to me, but so is cherry."

I end up getting one scoop of each and Bakugou gets two scoops of chocolate. We take our cups to go as we walk down to the train station together.

"Bakugou, what the actual hell?!" My eyes widen in bewilderment at what he's just done.

"What?" he growls, "This is how I usually eat ice cream!"

My eye twitches. "Y-You...bite...ice cream? You have some deep rooted issues, dude."

"Shut up! I'm not weird!" Though he's defensive about it, the blond starts eating with the spoon the shop gave him. "You're the one eating fruit flavored ice cream. At least get something unhealthy like you're supposed to!"

I huff in response. "There's nothing wrong with trying to make your junk food as healthy as possible."

"Come on, you know that's something Deku would have."

"And what about it?"

Bakugou makes a face at me and says nothing else about it. "You can have a taste of mine if you want. One bite won't kill you, and I'm fine with sharing."

My heart throbs again. "Sure, I guess. Is it good?"

He answers by sticking his dessert-filled spoon in my mouth, catching me off guard. His crimson eyes bore into mine as I let the treat melt in my mouth, the rich chocolate encompassing my taste buds. "How is it?"

I don't trust my voice to answer without shaking, so I take my time to swallow. "Delicious."

The boy smirks. "See? You can't go wrong with the classics." He takes another bite of his before side-eyeing me. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different," he mumbles.

I'm still stunned from what he just did, the remaining chocolate still an aftertaste in my mouth. "You think?" I think I know what he's implying, but I didn't want to initiate it just in case he's not. I wish I was more confident in my flirting skills, I think as I scoop another bite into the little spoon.

"Hey."

Bakugou grasps my wrist with my spoon and takes the bite for himself. We lock eyes with each other as he tastes my ice cream, my heart hammering like a drum. O-Oh.

His eyebrow quirks in interest. "Couldn't you tell I wanted to be fed? Mmm, this is actually pretty good for summer."

I find my voice again, "R-Right? Told you so! It's refreshing and not too heavy."

We continue our walk in silence, which is uncharacteristic for Bakugou. He always has some random thing to talk about, which is something I like about him. He's not necessarily an open book, but he can talk about anything without making it sound weird, able to fill the awkward pauses in our conversations.

I sneak a peak at his face to find his cheeks dusted slightly pink to match my own.

Our relationship is admittedly in some kind of limbo. Ever since we met each other at our job orientation almost 3 weeks ago, we've been pretty inseparable. After hitting it off immediately, we exchanged numbers and text each other nonstop even after work, sometimes late into the night. And he always texts me in the morning, teasing me to wake up or else I won't be productive and he'll have to cover for me. We take our lunch breaks together every day, and we take the same train to the same station before transferring to go our separate ways. My coworkers tease me because they thought we were already a couple coming into the job. It seems so obvious to them that Bakugou and I like each other, but neither of us have made a move yet.

Truthfully, I haven't done anything because I don't know how to initiate anything. He's the first person I've had a crush on that actually reciprocates my feelings, I don't want to mess it up. Though, he's also mentioned that he hasn't dated anyone either. We would be each other's firsts.

We finish our ice creams and finally get to our train station, swiping in and catching the train right before almost leaves us behind. The car is thankfully somewhat empty, so we manage to find some seats.

Bakugou pulls out his earbuds and plugs it into his phone, handling me one side so I can put it in my ear.

This blond head listens to hard rock and metalcore. Is it really that surprising though, being how aggressive he is?

I'm open to anything as long as I like the lyrics, so I don't mind listening to it. When the music starts playing, I throw my legs over his lap like I usually do and lay my head on his shoulder. "You're shoulder is so bony, it's uncomfortable," I tease.

"Then don't rest your head there if it's so uncomfortable," he scowls, placing a hand on my knee. Out of the blue, Bakugou snorts. "It's so funny how we have to wear all black and you're wearing these bright red Vans."

"Hey, the manager said we can wear any color shoes we want as long as it's closed toe," I point out defensively, closing my eyes while the shaking of the train hypnotizes me into calm.

I feel his head shift towards me. "Didn't sleep well?" he asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the rattling.

I shake my head, not bothering to verbalize my answer. I have this strange talent of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere, especially when there's ambient noise and rocking.

Bakugou leaves me alone to my relaxation until we're about to reach our stop. "We have to get off soon. Get up."

"I don't wanna," I nuzzle myself into his warmth.

There's a pause. "Does that mean I need to carry you out?"

My eyes shoot open. Oh. But as I'm about to protest, something makes me stop. "Sure." I realize I'm only half joking.

The doors open. "Okay then," he shrugs.

I don't have any time to retract my statement. Bakugou tucks one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he stands up, my body cradled in his arms. My heart loses all sense of rhythm and blood rushes to my ears. I barely hear the sound of some guy whistle and say, "Wow, look at these two!"

He walks off the train as if this is the most normal thing in the world. Other passengers glance and smile to themselves when they see us, but my vision is too blurry to focus on any of them. I bury my head in Bakugou's chest in shame. "Okay, you can put me down now, Bakugou," my voice comes out feebly.

"Just a little more, I want to get you to the front of the train," he responds with a hint of teasing.

"N-No, please put me down." Before I die of shame and all these people see us like this.

Bakugou obliges, setting me down on shaky legs near a pole and I shift away from him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I don't know if it's the adrenaline, the nerves, or the act of Bakugou exhibiting real boyfriend behavior towards me for the first time, but I build up the courage before I can stop myself from saying, "See? T-This is why everyone thinks we're dating."

A moment of pause. "Well, we can try, if you want."

I finally spare a glance at his face. Everywhere from his cheeks to his ears up his forehead is burning red as my shoes, and he's rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly to try and keep his cool.

My heart thumps in my ears seeing Bakugou this flustered and bothered. It's happening. "I'd like that."

The sight of his smile melts all my anxiety. He closes the distance between us, grabs my shoulder, and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

I shiver at his breath caressing my face and nod before he presses his lips to mine, crushing our noses together and sending waves of weightlessness in my stomach. His hand moves up to cup my face before pulling away with a smirk. "I've been wanting to do that for a while. I think you did too."

I avert my eyes from his teasing gaze. "Maybe."

He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one more needy as his lips move quicker, almost like he wants to devour me. Time seems to slow down around us, not caring if people are watching. Bakugou's other hand grips my waist just as my train rushes through the station. He parts our lips but keeps our foreheads together. "Your train doesn't want us together," he chuckles before placing another quick kiss on my nose. "Go on, I'll see you Monday."

I nod, still dazed as I board my train and grab the nearest pole for support. The train pulls out of the station and I'm speechless and shaking, still tasting the faint chocolate from his kiss against my lips.

I sit in a chair and slump down, my heart rate coming down and the adrenaline wearing off. My phone vibrates when I get a text.

You taste sweet ;) Can't wait to see you again

Babe

I almost choke hearing his voice say that inside my head, but I can't stop the smile from splitting my face open. I'm mentally kicking myself for confessing on a Friday.

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clearcorona · 5 years

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cherub pt 2 // demon!bakugou katsuki x angel!reader

Part 1

You had always imagined Hell to be run down and chaotic, but there was actually a sense of order that you never expected. You also loved how different every demon was from one another. There were some that appeared more human but had demon qualities and there were some that had more monstrous qualities with few human ones. They all dropped to their knees and fell silent as Bakugou walked by, peering at you curiously as you took in everything around you. The younger ones attempted to get close, but a look from Bakugou in their direction quickly made them back away.

He had insisted that he simply scoop you up in his arms again and fly you to his castle, but you had refused, wanting to see what the rest of Hell was like for yourself. Naturally, he didn't agree at first, but who could say possibly say 'no' to your puppy eyes?

A young imp with a small horn protruding from her head waved from where she stood after she had noticed you looking around. You smiled softly at the little thing and waved back at her. She bounced up and down on her toes with glee, a few strands of white hair coming loose from the ponytail it was pulled back in. The small girl then zeroed in on the sigil on your forearm, tugging on the sleeve of a rugged looking demon beside her, who was one of the ones that fell under the more human-like category.

"What's that, Dad?" she asked, her voice rather loud among the crowd of quiet onlookers. Bakugou stopped and turned in her direction. The demon beside her gently pulled the child into a kneeling position, shushing her. You couldn't help but smile as you heard the man trying to bribe the child in order to stay quiet.

"It's okay," you reassured and the man lifted his head to look up at you. Tired eyes looked into your own and you stepped forward.

"Cherub," Bakugou called out in warning, but you waved him away.

"I'll be fine," you replied, kneeling down in front of the much smaller demon. You held out your arm, showing her the sigil Bakugou had burned on your skin. "Is this what you were looking at?"

The imp reached out to touch it, but decided it was best not to when the other demon gently tugged her back. "Did it hurt?"

"A little, but it's all better now," you admitted and smiled at her. "What's your name?"

"Eri!" she squealed and you laughed. Not all demon kids were as rambunctious as you were once told. This little one seemed rather well behaved.

"Well, Eri, I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you." You shook her tiny hand before hearing Bakugou clear his throat. You glanced back at him.

"We have to get going," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. You squinted, thinking you saw a blush on his cheeks, but that could've just been your imagination.

"Okay, okay," you huffed, slowly standing. You waved to Eri, who eagerly waved back, before walking back over to take your place at Bakugou's side. You had expected him to say something about you interacting with Eri, but he was quiet. You opened your mouth to speak when the sudden sounds something pounding against the ground caught your attention. You hid behind Bakugou's frame, peeking around to see an elegant red carriage being led by two pitch black horses.

"Great...," Bakugou muttered and the driver stepped down, a demon with razor sharp teeth and hair as red as an apple.

"Master Bakugou! We weren't expecting you to-" he cut himself off after noticing you. "Oh." The door to the carriage swung open and out stepped a female demon with pink skin that matched the color of her fluffy hair. Yellow horns protruded from her head, but what was most interesting were her eyes, which were a beautiful golden color with black scleras.

"Master Bakugou brought a girl home! Your mother will be so pleased!" she squealed and Bakugou rolled his eyes. You noticed how his body tensed up slightly at their arrival, but figured he'd tell you more about these demons later.

"Let's just fucking go already," Bakugou muttered, helping you in the carriage.

"You have a visitor at the castle, Bakugou," the pink haired demon whispered and you just barely caught it as you stepped inside. You were confused as to why she suddenly dropped the honorific. Bakugou gave her a look and the demon only shrugged, as if they were communicating without words. "I told you to take care of it."

"And I did! She's just a damn idiot who doesn't know that 'no' means fucking 'no,'" Bakugou muttered before getting in the carriage. The door was then closed as Bakugou took the seat across from you. Soon enough, the carriage was in motion, bringing you straight to the castle.

"Hey, are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked softly, folding your hands together on your lap. You had never even met God, but now you were on your way to the castle where Hell's own rulers stayed. Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

"Having second thoughts, cherub?" he asked in response and you sighed.

"I just... I don't know. I don't fit in among angels and what if I don't fit in among demons?" Bakugou snorted and you furrowed your eyebrows. "What's so funny?"

"Listen to me, cherub. Us demons are the screwups and not all of us are villains, like you were brought up to believe. We're just sinners and we're here paying for our crimes, but wouldn't you rather be able to do what you want and pay the consequences or be restricted by some damn rules?" He leaned forward and reached over, grabbing your hand. "You have nothing to worry about. As long as you have that sigil, you can stay as long as you want."

Bakugou's words reassured you and a soft laugh bubbled up from your lips, causing the demon's own lips to quirk up at the corners.

"Who would've known that the Bakugou Katsuki was so good at pep talks?" you asked and said man squeezed your hand in warning.

"Watch it. I can talk all of that back," he replied and you simply shrugged in response. You had already heard what he had to say. What was the point in taking it back? A moment of silence passed between the two of you.

"So... Who are those two demons?" you then asked and Bakugou sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Two giant pains in my ass, that's what," he replied loudly.

"I heard that, Bakugou!" called back a feminine voice and you raised an eyebrow.

"Earlier she called you Master Bakugou, but now she's just calling you Bakugou," you pointed out. The demon prince shrugged, leaning back against the seat.

"Yeah, I hate that shit. Sure, being a prince is nice and all at times, but it's annoying as fuck, too. That old hag wants me to marry some stuck up rich bitch, too," he paused when he saw your eyes narrow slightly, waiting for a moment before continuing. "But marriage just isn't really my thing. No one is interesting enough for me."

He was lying and he knew it, trying to gauge your reaction to see how you'd respond.

"Have you gotten to know her?" you asked and the blonde raised an eyebrow. Did he really want to get to know this girl who was probably only marrying him for the financial gain of their families? No, he didn't. Women raised in royal or wealthy families were usually submissive and timid and he didn't want someone like that. He liked how you proved to be a challenge for him.

"It doesn't fucking matter. I already know that it's pointless," he answered and you sighed.

"With that attitude, you'll be alone forever," you rolled your eyes. As long as you stayed by his side, Bakugou wouldn't exactly call himself alone, but he decided not to answer. You peeked out of the small window of the carriage once it came to a stop, gazing up at what you could see of the palace in awe.

The door to the carriage opened and the red haired demon stood on one side while the pink haired demon stood on the other.

"Welcome home," they said in unison. Bakugou got out of the carriage and looked back at you as you took the redhead's hand to step down from it.

"Thank you," you said and he seemed surprised for a moment before smiling.

"You're welcome, my lady," he replied and glanced over at his master who was still waiting for you.

"What's your name?" you asked, seeming to catch him off guard again.

"Kirishima Eijirou," he answered and you smiled before turning to the pink haired demon. You barely even got time to ask before a large grin spread across her face.

"Ashido Mina, but you can just call me Mina!" she squealed and you found yourself smiling. Her seemingly endless amounts of energy was contagious.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you!" you said and they both bowed respectfully before Mina nearly tackled you into a hug, rubbing her cheek against yours.

"Where did you find her, Bakugou? She's so cute! I'm surprised she put up with a brute like you," she said and you stifled a laugh as you saw his eye twitch.

"None of your damn business!" he scowled and you smiled as Mina ruffled your hair.

"You know, she doesn't smell like a demon," Mina then said, continuing as if she never heard Bakugou say anything.

"That's because I'm-" you started, but stopped once you saw the look Bakugou gave you. It was stern, almost as if he were silently scolding you. You huffed and stuck your tongue out at him, to which he rolled his eyes. The two demon servants watched the exchange with confusion.

"Let's go, (Y/N)," he said and Mina released you, sharing a look with Kirishima as you walked over to Bakugou who began to lead you inside the castle.

"Bakugou!" you heard someone call in a sing song voice, nearly tackling said man to the ground after catching him off guard.

"Oh, right... I forgot about her," you heard Mina mutter from behind you and you glanced back at her, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Fucking hell...," Bakugou muttered before he pushed the girl away. "Who the hell let you in this time?!"

"Lighten up, Bakubro. I'll have your know that your mom actually likes me," she replied and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Then why are you bothering me?" The new stranger's full lips formed into a pout and she finally noticed you standing off to the side.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, startling you as she clapped her hands together. "Is this the girl you're supposed to marry? She's gorgeous, but white's a bit... Unusual." She circled around you like a vulture and you shot Bakugou a look that practically screamed 'Help!'

"Back the fuck off!" Bakugou hissed, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you closer to his own body. The female only smiled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Alright, I'll leave her alone. I'll see you later, hon. Hopefully, I'll see you around, too," she said and winked in your direction. Bakugou scowled as he watched her saunter away.

"Let's go before we run into some more idiots," the blonde muttered before he headed towards the entrance of the castle.

"Who was that?" you asked, looking over at Mina once you noticed her pink hair in your peripherals.

"Utsushimi Camie. She's the daughter of one of the wealthy families down here. Her and Bakugou grew up together," she explained and you nodded. By this time, you had slowed down considerably to match Mina's leisurely pace.

"So, she's not the one he's going to marry?" you asked and Mina smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Jealous much?" she teased and you blushed, shaking your head.

"I'm just curious..." Mina giggled and bumped her hip against yours.

"I'm only teasing," she grinned and you found yourself returning the gesture. It was nice to talk to another female. Yeah, Bakugou's company was nice, despite how grumpy he is, but you had never had a girl friend before. Angels tended to stay away from you.

Maybe you did fit in better with demons.

"Cherub," Bakugou called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, eyes widening slightly. He was stopped in front of the large door leading into the castle with Kirishima at his side. What surprised you was the fact that he let his wings show, the pitch black appendages tucked against his back. His skin seemed a bit paler, but it could've just been because of the environment. He raised an eyebrow, causing you to blush as you realized you were staring.

Bakugou was handsome without his wings, but seeing them on him brought about a sort of dangerousness, something you wouldn't mind getting close to at all.

You stepped forward to stand at Bakugou's side and took a deep breath. Kirishima opened the door.

The castle oozed wealth, inside and out, and you were only in the foyer. Everyone in Heaven had modest cottages, so that everyone was "equal." You had never known such luxury.

Gold accents in the furniture and decor stood out against the black and crimson walls. It truly was a sight to behold and you would've simply stared at the space in front of you for hours until you heard yelling.

"Where the hell did he go?! I swear, if that damn gremlin isn't back soon, I'll make him wish he was never born!" said the voice. You felt someone tap on your shoulder and turned to see Kirishima.

"You should probably cover your ears," he whispered sweetly. Your eyebrows furrowed and as you were about to ask him why, Bakugou started yelling back to the woman in response.

"I'm right here, you damned old hag!" You quickly covered your ears. The clicking of heels was heard until a woman who looked nearly identical to Bakugou appeared. Her own wings were similar to Bakugou's in shaped but almost seemed to be covered in a few scales. Not to mention how much larger they were.

"Where the hell have you been?! We've been looking everywhere for you!" she huffed and you suddenly knew exactly where Bakugou's temper stemmed from.

"None of your damn business!" The prince scowled and the woman finally noticed you, her whole demeanor changing.

"And who's this? She seems much different than the other girls you bring here," she said before she began to study you. You could barely even focus on what the woman had said as you grew nervous under her intense gaze. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of Bakugou. Her eyes dropped to the white dress you were wearing before she sniffed the air. "White?" Her eyes then widened and Bakugou scoffed.

"Enough, you old hag," he growled and his sister(?) crossed her arms over her chest.

"Where the hell did you find an angel?" she asked, almost in awe. Bakugou opened his mouth to speak, but the woman turned her attention back to you, a smile on her face. "I've never seen one in person. She's cute, Katsuki."

You blushed, glancing over at Bakugou before meeting her eyes. She intimidated you in a way Bakugou never could and you didn't understand how quickly her moods could shift.

"Um... Who are you?" you finally managed to ask. She seemed surprised for a moment before she chuckled.

"Sorry, I never introduced myself did I? I'm Mitsuki. That one," she jerked her thumb in Bakugou's direction, "is my son."

"Oh, really? I thought you were his sister," you admitted. The room fell silent and the two lower ranked demons stifled their giggles as Mitsuki smirked. Bakugou's annoyance only seemed to grow.

"I like her," Mitsuki hummed. "What's your name?"

"(Y/N), ma'am."

"That's not necessary. Just call me Mitsuki."

"Oh, okay, ma- Mitsuki."

Mitsuki smiled, satisfied. You relaxed slightly, exhaling a breath of relief. You had expected her to kick you out, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen unless she was luring you into a false sense of security.

"Do you mind showing me your wings?" she then asked, causing you to tense up again. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

"I'd rather not...," you replied and you saw Bakugou glance over at you from the corner of your eye.

"I'm sure they're beautiful. I've heard they're really soft, too. Just this-"

"I said 'no!'" you shouted, digging your nails into the flesh of your arms. The room grew silent again and you realized what you had done, bowing your head. The lack of noise was stifling this time around and you were sure that she'd kick you out this time. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking..."

"Don't fucking apologize," Bakugou muttered and you looked up at him. Even with his usual angry face, you could see the light in his eyes. Was that pride?

"I should be apologizing. I just got excited. It's been centuries since I last saw an angel and I never even got this close," Mitsuki cleared her throat, collecting herself. "Speaking of, what exactly are you doing down here?"

"Alright, let's fucking go already," Bakugou growled and grabbed your hand, leading you further into the castle.

"Katsuki, you damn brat! You still have a tux fitting later. Don't think you're getting out of it!" Mitsuki called after the two of you and you peeked up at Bakugou, who rolled his eyes. He led you up a grand staircase, out of his mother's view. You hadn't even realized Mina and Kirishima were still with you, their steps silent.

"I'll take it from here," Mina said and stepped forward, taking your free hand as you neared a door along one of the corridors. Bakugou growled, squeezing your hand before he let go. Mina smirked, but said nothing, watching as Bakugou made his way down the hall with Kirishima at his heels.

Mina opened the door, revealing a room that was twice as big as your little cottage with furniture that you were so scared to touch because you didn't want to end up breaking anything.

"This is your room," Mina chirped, her pink locks bouncing as she made her way over to the closet which held a large array of dresses, all a series of dark colors you could never see yourself wearing. . "Let's see..."

You wandered around the room, coming across a framed photo of three people. You recognized Bakugou and Mitsuki, assuming the man on the left was Bakugou's father. You smiled softly to yourself.

Unlike demons, angels couldn't exactly give birth, meaning you didn't have parents like Bakugou did, but the idea of having them made you feel all warm on the inside. People who would love you despite how much of a screw up you thought you were.

"Whatcha looking at?" You jumped and turned to look at the demon who was standing behind you. You pouted. She glanced at the picture and smiled before she looked over at you. "Come on. Bath time."

"So... Where'd you find her?" Kirishima asked, his lips turning up in a smirk. Bakugou should've expected this. Bakugou grew up with Mina and Kirishima along with two other demons that were probably busy with an errand of Mitsuki's. They probably knew him better than he knew himself. "Hello? Earth to Bakugou!"

"Tch. None of your damn business."

"Aw, come on! This is the first girl you've brought down here that you don't actually want to sleep with. Plus she's super cute." Bakugou glared at him and Kirishima laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. "See? You never get like this!"

Bakugou knew he was right. You made him soft, made him weak. He had this urge to protect you, to shield you away from everything that could possibly hurt you. If Hell's rebels ended up hearing that Bakugou Katsuki had a weakness, they'd easily exploit it.

Maybe marriage wasn't such a bad idea.

"Did something happen to her wings?" Bakugou let the words sink in. If something did happen, he didn't know. He had only seen your wings once and it was only for a short amount of time, so he didn't exactly have time to get a good look at them.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" he asked and Kirishima shrugged.

"You know her better than any of us. Just curious, is all," he replied and Bakugou rolled his eyes, deciding not to say anything in response as he laid back on his bed. He let out a sigh as he stared up at the ceiling.

Kirishima seemed to realize that that marked the end of the conversation, even if Bakugou knew he had more on his mind. The demon prince could see the redhead bouncing up on his toes, a sign he had something he wanted to ask.

"What, Kirishima?" Bakugou groaned and Kirishima exhaled, a grin spreading over his face.

"Is she a Fallen?"

A silence fell over the room and Bakugou sat up, mulling over the possibility.

Fallen Angels were incredibly rare. A large group appeared when Lucifer fell down from Heaven to create Hell, but now, they were pretty much non-existent. But were you a Fallen?

Bakugou couldn't think of anything that you could've possibly done that could've gotten you kicked out of Heaven even if you did tell him that you were a screw up. When the two of you had first met, you were the stereotypical kind of angel Bakugou had always heard of, but it was your stubbornness and your confidence in certain situations that made you stand out from the others.

"Mina, I can't wear this! What if I rip it?" he heard you ask from out in the hall. He wouldn't have been able to hear you if there door was closed, which was exactly why he had Kirishima leave the door open a crack. He certainly wasn't worried or anything.

"You look gorgeous, you have to wear it. Besides, if it rips, we can always have another made for you," Mina replied. If you said something else, Bakugou couldn't hear it. He then heard a shriek and Mina's laughter. "You're fine!"

Bakugou stood up and headed to the door, flinging it open as he pretended not to hear. His eyes widened sightly as he saw you. Damn, you truly were a masterpiece.

The sleeveless silk dress was blood red at the bodice before blending in with an inky black that pooled at your feet. The material hugged your curves, leaving more to behold, unlike the boxy white dress you had on earlier. It was rather simple, but Bakugou hated girls that went way over the top, so it was nice.

He was right. You were going to be the death of him.

"Um... What do you think?" he then heard you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. The blonde met your eyes, opening his mouth to speak when he hesitated. He noticed the fabric that was bunched up in your fists and your stiff posture. Could you seriously be nervous?

As much as he wanted to shower you in compliments to hopefully ease your nerves, he didn't like the thought of having an audience around to hear him. He'd never be able to live it down.

"Is it that bad?" your voice was softer than before and Bakugou hated the way you lowered your head, seeming to retreat back into your shell a bit. He could feel Kirishima and Mina glaring at him.

"Enough pouting, damn it," he huffed, stepping towards you. "What the hell am I supposed to say? It looks good." He left it at that, resisting the urge to scoop you up in his arms and place his lips against your flawless skin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear to take all your fears away. You wouldn't have anything to fear with him around.

Fuck, he was turning into such a sap. What was going on?

His words made you think about the dress again, slowly releasing the parts that were bunched in your hands. It really was beautiful, but you definitely weren't used to wearing something so dark, which was why you were so nervous about wearing it. You were an angel. Angels never wore things like that.

"Katsuki, I- Oh. It's nice to finally see someone who finally suits my designs," someone said and you all turned. You didn't even hear his footsteps, something you knew you'd have to be on alert for if you were planning on staying. A man with brown hair and glasses stood there. You recognized him from the family picture, but did demons really need glasses?

"What the hell do you want old man?" Bakugou growled and the man shrugged.

"I came to meet our guest. I never expected an angel to be down in Hell," he replied and you looked back down at the dress.

"You made this dress?" you asked softly before looking up at him. He smiled and you felt much more at ease with this man than you did with Mitsuki.

"Yeah. You pull it off nicely. A lot of them are packed away. They were originally going to be for Bakugou's bride, but the measurements that were sent over were rather off, so I'm glad they were put to some use," he replied. "Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Masaru, Katsuki's father."

"(Y/N). It's nice to meet you," you bowed slightly. Masaru smiled, shaking his head.

"Let's go, Katsuki," he said and Katsuki rolled his eyes, following his father down the hallway. You were left alone with Kirishima and Mina. You turned to look at the two of them.

"How about a tour?" Kirishima asked, his sharp teeth exposed as he grinned.

You stared in awe at the kitchen as the two demons led you inside. It wasn't exactly necessary since demons didn't need to eat human food, but you had heard it was a nice delicacy to have. You weren't able to enjoy such splendors before since your kind didn't need it to survive, either.

You wandered off from Mina's side, opening up cabinets to take in all of the spices that were lined up on the shelves.

"Dude, you're going to short circuit again! Give it up already!" a voice called it from deeper into the kitchen.

"And have the Queen or Bakugou find out? No, thank you! She'll have my head if her filet mignon isn't perfect," a different voice replied. Your curiosity got the better of you, your feet leading the way towards the voices. Kirishima and Mina followed, the redheaded demon quickly pulling you back when electricity crackled throughout the room.

"Well, would you rather her find out hours before dinner or right before? This obviously isn't working!" the first voice cried out. You peeked around the corner, spotting two demons. One had pitch black hair with bulky elbows and the other had golden yellow hair with a black streak through it.

Mina stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Again? Seriously?" she asked and both jumped, their heads swiveling towards her.

"Mina! You almost gave me a heart attack," the golden haired one cried out, clutching his chest. Mina rolled her eyes before she turned to look at you at Kirishima's side. The two both seemed to notice you, quickly fixing up their appearances. "Shit! Why didn't you tell us there was a cute girl?"

You simply tilted your head like a confused puppy before you looked over at Kirishima.

"Who are they?" you asked as he met your gaze.

"The one with the black hair is Sero Hanta and the other one is Kaminari Denki," he replied and you nodded, turning to face the new strangers.

"Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/N)," you said and the two broke out into smiles.

"Don't do anything stupid. She's Bakugou's guest," Mina said sternly before the two could even speak.

"She's Bakugou's guest? She doesn't seem like the type to want to sleep with him," Kaminari said and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"I thought I was getting my own room," you replied.

"Oh, no. What I mean is-" Kaminari cut himself off when he saw the wild flailing gestures from Mina and Kirishima to cut it out. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. You turned your head to look back at your demon escorts and they quickly returned their hands to their sides, letting out sheepish laughs.

"Am I missing something here?" Sero asked, scratching his head.

"You can't tell me that he actually invited someone down here and not want to do the do," Kaminari added and you only grew more and more confused.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, tilting your head. Kirishima and Mina knew if Bakugou found out these two morons planted ill minded thoughts in your head, he'd go on a rampage.

"Why don't we just drop the subject? (Y/N) is our guest and I'm sure she doesn't like being lost in the conversation," Kirishima said, placing his hands on your shoulders gently. You nodded, a smile on your face. Kaminari and Sero shared a look before looking back at you.

"Bakugou's never invited someone just to be his guest," Sero muttered and you raised an eyebrow.

"Never?"

"Never. The last time he did he-" Sero was cut off as the door was flung open and the clicking of heels were heard against the ceramic tile flooring.

A pretty raven haired woman stood there in a gorgeous plum colored dress, the neckline swooping down to show off a bit of her cleavage. Another female stood by her side with asymmetrical bangs. You could only assume she worked for the other.

"Who's that?" you whispered to Mina, who gave you a wobbly smile.

"That's Bakugou's fianceé."

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bakugou-tm · 5 years

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Victorian Era Villain Bakugou x Reader

Okay okay this all sounds very strange and I’ve been in and out for so long which makes it even stranger but just b a r e witH me I think it’s a decent idea. I’ve been craving villain bakugou dawg don’t @ me blame @simplybakugou

The cool afternoon skies that surrounded your abundant kingdom never failed to amaze you. The way all the multitude of colors worked together to create one last beautiful painting for all to see before hiding away along with the sun for the day.

It had been this way ever since you were a little girl, being a princess under strict rules, it was one of the few things in life you were able to enjoy.

This wasn’t to say you minded all of the rules, as the future lady to your kingdom you understood the responsibilities held on your head. To the countless etiquette lessons you had to endure as a child to now the thousands of boring meetings you had to attend each day; you held up your duty and pushed through.

With this said, this doesn’t mean you weren’t... rebellious at times. Oh if you had a dime for every time you had been dragged back to the castle after attempting to make a midnight escape you’d be filthy rich, not that you weren’t already.

Luckily, for your parents mostly, the older you grew the less these childish antics began to fade away. Even then the guards made sure to always have a slight watch on you, as your mischievous side would always be apart of you.

Other than that, you were loved by all in your kingdom. Known as the Shining Princess to the locals, your personality was always one to be favored. Compared to your other stuck up family members, your cousins and such, you were more comfortable and kind with your loyal subjects.

Always defending the worthy in courts, offering help to those in need, and doing it all with a smile on your face. Between your radiant looks and charismatic personality, the rich and wealthy were in love with their Shining Princess.

Letting out a sigh you continued your path down the hall of your castle, the cool feeling of cobblestone hitting your bare feet always seeming to relax you after a stressful meeting. Reaching up you tugged out the rose colored ribbon that held your hair into a bun, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as your (h/c) locks cascaded down your bare shoulders.

Your choice of style always did seem to offend the wealthy of your nation, no matter how much the loved you. Often times you would walk around the castle sporting no shoes, with your hair loose and flowing across your dress. For some reason it just felt more natural and free. Especially after wearing heels all day long, it was certainly a rewarding feeling.

Stopping at one of the windows you stared at the sky one last time, feeling the breeze of the cool hallway sweep between your dress. This dress had been one of your favorites, the rose petal like fabric that draped the bottom train and edges of your dress made you feel like a fairy. With the chest piece cutting into a low V just above your chest, you loved how the sleeves draped off the shoulder and down your arm in a soft flowy manor.

One good thing about having long dreadful meetings was the wonderful feeling of being free after, being able to roam your kingdom without a care in the world.

Once you met your final destination you lifted your arms to press against the wooden backdoor before a whistle caused you to whip your head back around.

“My Princess (L/n), forgive me for bothering you but where do you think you’re going?”

Your wide (e/c) eyes suddenly softened at the sound of the familiar voice, your lips curving upwards into a goofy grin when you were met with one of your watch guards. Unlike the other strict watch guards, this man had been watching over you since you were able to walk.

He taught you how to read, how to fight, and all of the different secrets of the castle. With your parents being so busy often, he was like a second father to you.

“Marcus do not scare me like that, you wouldn’t want to give the princess a heart attack would you?” You replied with a taunting wink as Marcus walked up to you, his expression not seeming to buy your response, “Relax old man, I was just going out to the garden for my daily therapy session.”

Marcus let out a haughty laugh, his arms wrapping around his large stomach before he folded his arms across his chest, “Those meetings you attend aren’t that bad my princess, but if you try to run away I’ll make you actually need therapy sessions!”

With this comment you could only assume he was referring to the most recent time you ran away, your father was quite livid with him when he came back empty handed for the first time. You swore you were punished for almost an entire year.

“Oh please Marcus I haven’t run away since I was fifteen, I’m nineteen now!” You said with a grin before straightening up sarcastically, “I am a legal adult sir.”

With this Marcus just rolled is eyes, placing a soft flick on your head before waiving you off.

“Have a good afternoon princess, please do be back for dinner so your mother doesn’t have my head.”

Offering a warm smile and reassuring nod you waved him off before quickly slipping through the wooden door. Suddenly you were met with the wondrous sounds of nature; small birds chirping near the stone bench, water gently rushing into the small pond that surrounded the cave like arch at the center of the garden, the breeze blowing through the tufts of grass and flowers.

Walking down the continued cobblestone walkway you stopped just before the tip of the pond, wiggling your toes in the fresh grass beneath you before kneeling down. You made sure to lift your dress up so not to get the beautiful fabric dirty as you rested in the grass.

Closing your eyes you inhaled the fresh scent of nature one last time, loving the smell and atmosphere of your garden. After all this lovely place was dedicated after you, the kingdom’s precious flower. Though, even with all the peaceful sounds and views of your garden, you couldn’t help but admit that something felt... off.

As soon as you stepped outside you could sense the strange presence, as if some dark looming aura was watching you. Deciding to peak an eye open, a small smile curved on your lips when a small duckling decided to swim next to you.

“My my little duckling, did you run off from your mother again?” You questioned, knowing full and well the fragile creature wouldn’t answer, “Let’s see if I have any goodies for you today..”

Shoving your hand in the small pocket of your dress you grinned when you felt two crackers reach your finger tips, pulling them out you cut them two smaller pieces before gingerly feeding them to the duckling, “Lucky for you my granny made her world famous: Tasteless Crackers.”

Giggling softly at the fluffy bird’s soft quaking, you let your fingers glide around the water, a soft hum escaping your lips as you narrowed your eyes at the pond.

Perhaps this little bird was the cause of distress?

Shaking your head you scooped the duckling into your hands, ignoring the dripping water that fell on the skirt of your dress as you rubbed its soft head, “Now little duckling were you trying to scare me? First Marcus now you, perhaps I will get a heart attack someday.”

When the only response you received was an odd quack you simply laughed, placing the creature back in the water before letting out a sigh.

This probably was all your imagination, after all you had been having very strange dreams recently-

crack

The sudden sound of a pebble hitting a wall caused you to freeze, your head shooting up as you slowly looked around the area.

“Now I know I’m not loosing it...” You whispered, standing back up on your bare feet as you began to tip toe towards the stone arch way, “If you are one of my father’s guards please come out, I promise I am not angry I just wish to be alone at the moment.”

At hearing no response to this you narrowed your eyes, moving a bit faster till you were just about to peer into the stone archway until the sound of a trumpet filled the air causing you to jump slightly before whipping your head back.

The faint cry of one of your father’s guards was heard from the watch tower, the words “Castle Lockdown” being made out as you let out an annoyed huff.

“Great, raiders are here again. When will these rascals learn to behave themselves?” You muttered to yourself, reaching under your dress to pull out a small dagger with your name engraved on it.

Along with Marcus teaching you basic fighting skills, he had awarded you a true ivory dagger that belonged to your father when he was just a young boy. The weapon had great significance to you ever since then, as your father was one of the most noble warriors you had ever met. There was no doubt you wanted to follow in his footsteps.

Just as you were about to make your way back inside, your entire body came to a halt when a warm palm wrapped around your wrist. Before you could make so much as a yelp your back was slammed against the smooth stone walls of the arch, your smooth lips being covered by the familiar palm.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You heard a sharp voice hiss, your (e/c) eyes fluttered for a moment after your vision going blurry from such a forceful hit, “A princess as angelic like you shouldn’t be interfering with raiders.”

Wincing a bit slightly you narrowed your eyes as your vision came back to you, only to be met with crimson eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the insane intensity the man carried or the dark shadow his ash blond hair offered, but his eyes almost seemed to be.. glowing.

“W..Who are you?” You questioned, looking the brute up and down. Based on his style of clothes there was no doubt this man was a thief, most likely the leader of the raiders attacking your castle at the moment. Though with those thoughts aside you couldn’t help but take in his muscular body, from his lean chest to his chiseled face, this man was made specially by the gods.

Just as you were about to finish your version of an inspection you felt your body freeze up. This was all making sense now. Crimson eyes like the blood of his enemies, ash blond hair the color of dull sand, cool pale skin...

“W..Wait a moment, you’re Bakugou Katsuki!” You shouted, only for your mouth to be covered yet again as the thief scowled before you.

“Gee shout out across the fucking world why don’t you!”

Narrowing your eyes you suddenly bit the man’s hand causing a string of curses to escape his lips before he jumped back to glare at you, only your glare was much more fierce.

“You’re Bakugou Katsuki! My kingdom’s number one enemy, how dare you make your presence known here! I’ll scream as loud as I want to get you away-”

Just before you could say another word, your body was pressed against the wall again, but this time not as peacefully. The ash blond looked down to your darkly, his arm against your neck while his other hand held your wrists.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you princess, I can get a lot fucking scarier...” Bakugou hissed before moving in close to your ear, “Believe me.”

Goosebumps ran over your arms as he held you close, a small string of saliva sliding down your throat before you nodded in assurance to him.

“Now, don’t you worry your little stockings off, I’m not here to attack your precious kingdom, I’m only here for their little flower.” Bakugou said with a smirk, his index finger lifting your chin up to meet his.

Your (e/c) eyes widened a bit as you stared at him with slight confusion mixed with fear, “M..Me? Why me?”

Bakugou slightly loosened up on you, his tongue clicking as he rolled his eyes down to you.

“Please don’t act dumb princess, I know you recognize me.” The ash blond hissed, but once he saw you continued dumbfound expression he let out a sigh, “Those strange dreams you’ve been having? Your mind deceiving you while you’re awake? Who the hell do you think that’s been?”

Blinking for a moment you soaked in his words, hating that you knew exactly what he was talking about. All those visions you had.. those late night dreams.. even the ones where you and the mysterious person...

Suddenly a bright flush reached your cheeks as you looked up to him disgustedly, “How dare you corrupt my dreams like that!”

For once the ash blond looked a bit shocked before his sharp glare returned, “Hey it’s not just me miss, you’ve been in all my shitty dreams too! You’re all I could ever fucking think about! You know how annoying it’s been?”

Stopping for a moment you looked him up and down, as much as you hated to admit it he was right, everything was beginning to add up. The only question left was... why?

“Why could we be sharing these intimate dreams with each other you might ask? Bakugou purred, sending chills through you as he either read your expression or read your mind, “My isn’t it obvious my dear princess, we were obviously born for each other. I mean just look at us! I’m the most powerful-

thief in the world, and you’re the most loved princess in the world. It’s the perfect example of opposites coming together to become one of power!”

Biting at your lower lip you looked down for a bit, your eyes fluttering due to the overwhelming amounts of information, “I..I...”

“Come on princess how could you be doubtful! Together we would be fucking unstoppable! Have you yet forgotten of our wonderful dreams?” Bakugou questioned, moving in close to you but not in a threatening way.. no his step had something else in mind as his left palm gripped your waist and his right palm reached up to your chin, his calloused thumb running against your lower lip, “Have you forgotten how I was able to bring that masterpiece of a body so much pleasure?”

At this you felt your jaw clench, your body locking up as his lips grew close to your ear, his warm breath dancing across your jawline, “How could I ever forget those harmonious sounds you made for me, I remember every inch and curve of your body princess.”

Biting your lip you winced at the feeling of his lips pressing against your flesh, how could something that felt and sounded so good feel so poisonous?

Coming back to your sense for a moment you shoved the boy back, his smooth words that were previously clouding your memory vanishing away.

“Whether you were truly the man in my dreams or not, I do not care!” You exclaimed, pulling out your dagger once again and pointing it at him, “You are a monster to my kingdom and it is my duty to take you down!”

Bakugou seemed to be a bit shocked at your actions, his crimson eyes widening just a bit before they narrowed, his previous swagger already returning.

“Oh but is it? You know along with these cursed dreams, I’ve been able to feel your thoughts as well...” Bakugou purred, moving closer to you as you continued to hold the knife to him, “I know you hate it here, this life isn’t meant for you princess. Though you have the radiance of a royal being, your soul is made for more, and you know this.”

Gritting your teeth you shut your eyes, refusing to listen to his words.

“Why do you try and avoid this my princess, do you really wish to continue living this hell of a life? I could offer you everything you want and more!”

At this point you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking, your body beginning to tremble in fear. But this time the fear wasn’t because of the man before you, it was because of the truth in his words. It was as if he was your own conscience talking to you.

The ash blond seemed to pick up this achilles heel in your immediately, his sinister smirk reappearing to his expression as he continued moving, his callous hand smoothly wrapping around your wrist before moving your arm so that you were pressing the knife against his neck.

“But please princess, if this is really what you desire...” Bakugou muttered, his crimson eyes looking deeply into your own, “Then do what you must.”

How could this all be happening? So quickly? So soon? These dreams had only been appearing since you were eighteen. You knew you should have told your parents, you should have told the magic makers, surely they could have fixed this curse you’ve been placed under.

But you didn’t, and now the curse was taking over your mind. Shaking furiously you attempted to press the knife up harder against his neck, gritting your teeth as you used every bit of will power you could before you let out a gasp, the dagger dropping from your hand and clanking against the stone floor.

With a dark chuckle the ash blond kicked the dagger away, now moving his body close to yours as he looked you up and down as if you were his prize at a carnival.

“Good girl.”

A chill seeped up your spine at these words, your body freezing has his palms moved up your sides before his lips reattached to your neck ever so gently.

“It feels good doesn’t it? Finally giving in to your body’s needs, giving into the fate you were destined with, hm?” Bakugou purred as he lightly nipped at your skin, soaking up every whimper that poured out of your mouth.

Moving back up to face you he smirked, loving the flustered expression mixed with confession and pleasure on your face, “This feels good doesn’t it (L/n)?”

God the sound of his words made you want to explode, the last bit of your sanity now holding on by a thread, the only thought in your mind now was unleashing this passion you’ve been bottling up all year on this man. But that small bit of sanity remained stubborn, that screaming voice in the back of your head telling you to run as far away as you could while you still could.

“If you want me to stop (L/n)...” Bakugou huskily whispered in your ear as his knee pressed up against your clothed crotch causing you to gasp sharply before he moved his lips close to yours, “Then all you have to do is say the magic words.”

You weren’t sure if it was the way Bakugou muttered those last words, the closeness of his lips with yours, or the way he was passionately looking into your eyes, but you were long lost after that.

Moving forward you pressed yourself up against the ash blond, your arms snaking around his neck and gripping onto the small hairs at the nape of his neck as you kissed him passionately.

All that was heard from Bakugou was a muffled ‘fuck yeah’ before he took your lips into his own. It only took him a few seconds to take complete control of your mouth, his body moving back to press you against the stone wall once more as he lifted you into his arms.

“You don’t know how fucking long I’ve waited for this my Princess (L/n),” Bakugou rasped in between kisses, his teeth now relentlessly tearing at your neck, your once pure skin being marked as his own, “Now you’re my corrupted flower you fucking hear me?”

Letting out loud gasps and moans you tugged at the tips of his wild hair, his name continuously slipping from your lips before they smashed against his own once more.

While those thoughts in the back of your mind were still echoing at you to stop, they were now trumped with the voices of acceptance. Everything about this just felt so right, almost as if you knew from the day you were born that this was supposed to happen.

This was the man you were supposed to be with, this was your soulmate.

Just as the ash blond broke from your lips he gave you his delicious smirk of mischief, his eyes glowing with power as he drank up your disheveled form.

“My gods you are simply stunning my princess, please scream my fucking name so I know this is real.” Bakugou hissed, his lips tracing down your jawline as soft mewls escaped your lips.

Leaning your head back against the wall you allowed the thief more access to the crevices of your neck, “O..Oh Katsu-”

Just before you could get his name out of your lips the cry of your name echoed through the gardens, your eyes widening when you recognized the voice as your beloved watch guard.

Looking down to Bakugou with fear evident in your eyes, he only seemed annoyed with the inconvenience.

“For fucks sake I told shitty hair to take care of him...”

Suddenly your eyes widened at the sound of this, “W..Wait what?”

Without question, Bakugou pressed his finger against your lips to silence you.

“Tell your guard that one of the raiders tried to attack you but you scared him away, you never saw me correct?”

Blinking for a moment he looked at you with stern eyes, “Who did you never see?”

“B..Bakugou Katsuki, I never saw Bakugou Katsuki.”

The ash blond grinned, bending down to hand you your dagger before moving close to you, “That’s my good princess, now go back to your little friends.”

Frowning a bit you tugged at his shirt just as he began to walk away, his eyes softening for a bit when he saw your confusion, “What about you? Where will you-”

Before you could finish the ash blond smashed his lips up against yours, his tongue taking in every inch of your mouth, making sure not to pull away until you were a panting mess.

“I’ll be back for you soon enough don’t you worry,” Bakugou purred, a smirk on his face as he began to back away, “I do appreciate your eagerness, you’ll be seeing me soon...

...my corrupted flower.”

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Study Date. Pt.2 (Izuku x Reader)

//Please read part 1 if you have not yet! Enjoy!

Study Date Part 1

Word Count: 3,700+

Saturday had arrived much quicker than expected, and Izuku could feel his heart beating faster and faster within each counting minute. He countlessly reassured himself it was going to be fine. That he was going to Ochako’s house for one reason, and one reason only. To study. From the minute he awoke from his slumber, he’s been curious to see how today would play out. More like from the minute (Y/N) agreed to join them with studying at Ochako’s house, but that’s not important. What was important- however, was the fact that Izuku’s anxiety was getting the best of him. He was ogling his phone screen for what felt like hours, debating whether or not to call Ochako with a fake cough as he explained why he couldn’t make it to the study date. Or what if he had way too many chores to do for the day, he just simply could not make it? Or if his Grandma is in town for the weekend and he’s planned on spending the day with her. Endless deceitful excuses roamed through his brain until it had finally reached 1:00 pm.

Izuku’s phone abruptly vibrated in his hands, clicking him out of his internal war within his mind. It was a text he received from Ochako, his chest grew heavy once he pressed on the small messaging icon. ‘Mina just showed up with Kaminari, and I think a few others are still coming- including (Y/N). What time are you coming?’ Izuku mumbled, reading the words she texted him quietly to himself. He wiggled his thumbs over the keyboard, unsure of what to reply to her. He would type something, then delete it shortly after.

He groaned loudly, as if it was some sort of source to relieve stress. A notification popped on the dimly lit screen that read, ‘???’.

Ochako was waiting for Izuku’s response, the three question marks she sent him proved it. He replied with a short message, reading; ‘Okay, i should be there soon.’ He didn’t want too sound to bland through the text, so he added a thumbs up emoji at the end of the sentence. Izuku was already dressed and pretty much ready, appearance wise. The only thing stopping him from leaving his house was his lingering thoughts invading his mind, and the burning sensation of uneasiness and nervousness pumping through his tight chest.

It’s now or never.

1:37 p.m.

Izuku, with a shaky index finger, pressed firmly on the door bell of the small apartment. He breathed heavily, and regained his posture by straightening his shoulder blades and spine.

Inhale….exhale…inhale….

I don’t have to do anything I’m uncomfortable with. The boy reminded himself, brushing his pants roughly with his hands to remove any hair or lint in attempt to feel more presentable.

Almost immediately after, a sparkling, and buoyant Ochako swung the door open, offering Izuku to come inside. He thanked her for inviting him over, while he was slipping his shoes off carefully.

“Oh, just so you know- (Y/N) hasn’t arrived just yet. She should be coming.. eventually?” Ochako informed him in a hushed tone, so the others wouldn’t hear.

Izuku didn’t even know who was there besides Mina and Kaminari, only because Ochako had told him that earlier through via text. Izuku was relieved that (Y/N) wasn’t there just yet, only because it gave him a little bit more time to mentally prepare himself. Izuku and Ochako entered to living room together, greeted by Kaminari head locked by a crying-of-laughter Kirishima. Momo was watching them with a look of boredom and dissatisfaction, while Mina was recording the delinquent behavior, cheering Kaminari on with a pumping hand and loud shouts.

So much for a study date..

Izuku shifted uncomfortably on his standing feet, and peered at Ochako with a confused and questioning expression. She huffed in irritation at the boy’s rowdy behavior, then shouted, “Hey! That’s enough, you guys are going to break something!” with a stomp on her left foot. She wasn’t the one to give orders or commands, but if things are getting a wee bit out of hand, she will end whatever it is immediately. Kirishima released Kaminari out of his tight grip, wiping the tears of laughter off his eyes, gazing up at Izuku with tired eyes. It must of been from the laughter, Izuku assumed.

Kirisima nodded at the boy, flashing a wide smile, “What’s up, Midoryia!” he shuffled towards him to shake his hand. Kaminari waved to Izuku, explaining- out of breath, “Kirishima thought it would’ve been fun to see how long I could stay in a headlock for.” Kaminari rubbed his, now, sore neck. Momo greeted Izuku with a nod and started, “Which didn’t even last long at all.” She added on to Kaminari’s statement.

“This is rich!” Mina exclaimed, replaying the video she had just finishing recording, not really acknowledging Izuku’s presence due to the fact she was indulged by her phone. Not that he minded, though.

“Hi, everyone,” Izuku waved gawkily.

“You can sit wherever you like,” Ochako suggested, crossing towards Mina and taking a seat between her and Momo. “We all agreed to begin studying once everyone gets here, just so we’re all working at the same pace. “ She adds, for Izuku’s knowledge. Izuku nodded understandingly, replying with an, “O-oh. Okay.” He mentally scolded himself for stuttering.

“So for the time being- we’ve been playing a game!” Mina nudged at Ochako’s side with her elbow.

“Oh, yes! We have been! It’s childish actually,” Ochako waves her hand, scratching the back of her head with her other hand.

Kirishima sits on the free couch, opposite from where the girls are sitting, and Izuku follows close behind. Kaminari takes a seat on the carpeted floor, next to the girls.

“It’s been killing time though!” Kirishima adds, lazily slumping his body on the couch. Izuku carefully takes a seat next to the redhead.

“Uh, what game?” He questions, slightly tilting his head out of curiosity.

Ochako freely waved her right hand, while her left hand was rubbing the nap of her neck, with an embarrassed expression plastered across her face.

“Ah, it’s kind of dumb. We were just finishing up the game anyways.” She explained quickly, while the others tilted their heads in confusion.

“Wha-?” Kirishima leaned into her direction, then he shortly whispered in a loud enough tone for everyone in the living room to listen to him, “You were just about to tell us who you had a girl crush on in our class!” He whined, obviously intrigued of what her unknown answer was.

Ah. So it’s some sort of confession game. Izuku assumed to himself.

“I told you i’m not answering questions like that!” Ochako huffed, then smiled playfully at the redhead.

“What about you, Midoriya? Who’s your girl crush in class 1-A?” Mina pointed to the now alarmed boy. She didn’t mean to put him on the spot the way she did, in her defense, she was genuinely curious of who he might have had a crush on in their class. Izuku wasn’t sure of how to answer her question. He didn’t want to admit to anyone that he was immensely attracted to (Y/N). His fingers were twitching as they rested on his thighs, thinking of how he could dodge Mina’s semi-invasive question. He was afraid that if he spoke up he would have choked on his own words while trying to explain himself. Through each passing second he could feel the tension in the crowded room getting more extreme. He wanted to punch himself for getting overly overwhelmed by such a simple question. Why couldn’t he bring the words to his mind to tell them the answer? Why did he have to overthink such a little thing?

Izuku breathed shakily.

“Uhm- I”

Knock knock knock.

“Ah! I think (Y/N) is here!” Ochako interrupted, jumping up from her seated position of the couch.

Izuku felt panicked at this point. Not only was he just asked about who he had a crush on nearly a second ago- the girl who just knocked on Ochako’s door is the girl he has a crush on. What kind of sick game is the universe trying to play on him here?

“So?” Mina cocked her head, tapping her fingers on her cheek lightly, as her chin rested on her jaw.

“I’m not really interested in girls..” Izuku answered rather lowly, tilting his head to get a glimpse in search of seeing if (Y/N) was really at the door. Unfortunately- he couldn’t see a thing no matter how far he tilted or stretched his head. That darn hallway blocking the front door.

“Wait..” Kirishima furrowed his brows, lifting his head from the lightly colored carpet.

“That makes you..?” Kaminari questioned, as his head slowly turned to Izuku from Kirishima.

Then it hit Izuku what they thought he meant from his last answer. His stomach dropped, and he nearly jumped out of his seat in preparation to explain what he really meant.

“No! No! I-i mean-” Izuku began, but was caught off guard when he heard unusual loud stomps coming from Ochako’s hallway.

“Deku is fucking here too? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

That voice.. No. Please, please, please, please, no.

Izuku mentally panicked once he came to the realization that it wasn’t (Y/N) at the door, it was Bakugou.

Why does this need to happen to me? Why now? Why does the universe enjoy mocking my existence?

“Midoriya..? Does that mean you’re..?” Kaminari added, once again as he noticed Izuku hadn’t yet finished his explanation.

Izuku wasn’t worried about answering their question at the moment. What he was worried about- however is that fact that out of everyone that was invited to come over to Ochako’s home for a study date, Bakugou felt the need to come. Why Bakugou? Doesn’t he have some amount of brains to not need to be tutored? Bakugou was fairly smart, wasn’t he? He doesn’t need to be here, not if (Y/N) was going to be here as well. Bakugou already knew about Izuku’s crush on (Y/N), this meaning, Bakugou was going to make Izuku go through complete hell of humiliation and utter embarrassment.

“Bakugou, you knew Midoriya would be here..” Izuku could faintly hear Ochako tell Bakugou that statement from the hallway, followed with an unknown giggle.

Wait a minute.

Was that…Did.. Did (Y/N) arrive here with Bakugou?

“That is true, Bakugou.” Izuku heard (Y/N) inform Bakugou.

Izuku choked on his own spit, followed by uncontrollable coughs once the three of them stepped into the living room. He was not expecting the trio to arrive from the hallway so quickly- he didn’t even have time to prepare himself as to how he was going to greet (Y/N).

“Bakugou, (Y/N)! Hey!” Kirishima waved to them, scrunching his nose and eyes shut as he presented his wide smile.

In return, Bakugou crossed his arms firmly, dragging his eyes in Izuku’s direction. However, Izuku’s eyes and Bakugou’s eyes did not meet within that moment. Instead, Izuku’s attention was completely on (Y/N). It was obvious with his heated, rubicund cheeks, and his fidgeting fingers. Bakugou smirked to himself, slowly lifting his arm up and around (Y/N)’s shoulders.

Izuku, with all of his might held himself back from Detroit bitch slapping Bakugou all the way to Hong Kong. Instead, Izuku clenched his fists, and waiting for (Y/N)’s reaction to his bluntness.

(Y/N) shot him a ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ look, and quickly brushed his arm off of her by wiggling her shoulders.

“Hi, everyone!” (Y/N) nodded, and waved, walking over to the couch that Izuku was sitting on, and took a seat right next to him.

Izuku didn’t know how to react within this moment- as cheesy as it sounds. He gave her a smile back, as well as a nod.

Izuku wasn’t sure of how red his face was at this point, but he was just praying it wasn’t as noticeable as he thought is was.

“Midoriya! You never answered our question!” Mina announced,pointing in his direction.

“What question?” Bakugou questioned, shooting his face in Mina’s direction.

“Yeah, Midoriya, so are you, or not?” Kirishima ignored Bakugou’s question.

“Is he what?” Bakugou now shifted his head in Kirishima’s direction, demanding for an answer.

“You guys shouldn’t be asking such personal information..” Momo informed the nosy teenagers, ignoring Bakugou’s question as well.

“Oi! What the fuck is so personal about this question?” Bakugou announced, raising his voice.

Izuku’s head was continuously turning his head in a different direction for when someone spoke.

“I’m not sure what that question is, but I agree with Momo.” Ochako stated, stepping closer to Momo’s seated spot.

“Awe! But he was just about to tell us before you guys walked in!” Kaminari whined.

In a fit of annoyance and anger, ignited sparks erupted from Bakugou’s palms, in reaction everyone drew silent, looking at him dumbfoundedly.

“What the fuck was the question?! I swear to God if one more person interrupts me or ignores my question!” Bakugou barked, his arms spread wide, palms facing anteriorly.

“I’m not gay. You guys didn’t understand what I meant by that. What I meant to say is- I’m not really interested in a relationship, which means, I don’t focus on girls when it comes to that aspect.” Izuku explained himself, facing his head down in shame.

“Eh? Well sure ya are, Deku!” Bakugou placed his closed fist onto his hip, strutting slowly towards him.

“Bakugou, Don’t..” Ochako warned Bakugou, in a whispered tone.

Bakugou sat smack dab in the middle of (Y/N) and Izuku, in which (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the rude action, scooting in a more comfortable position.

“I mean- a few days ago you poured your heart out how much you loved (Y/N).” Bakugou smirked at Izuku, who at this point was horrified with the fact that he really just said that, in front of (Y/N).

(Y/N)’s eyes widened once she processed what Bakugou had just said. She knew Bakugou was always an ass, but did he really feel the need to go this low.

The tension within the living room was unbearable at this point.

“I never said I loved her..” Izuku corrected Bakugou, muttering his words.

And that was true. For the most part. Bakugou was just exaggerating Izuku words to leave him in a more humiliated state than he was already was in.

“Bakugou, enough, dude..” Kirishimia mumbled in a low tone.

Ochako studied (Y/N)’s face, waiting for a reaction from her. (Y/N)’s arms were now crossed, as dark aura came from her as she glared at Bakugou for his immature actions.

Izuku on the other hand, was still facing his thighs, he was rambling thoughts through his brain, attempting to come up with a solution and explain that it actually doesn’t like (Y/N), but he knew that everyone- including (Y/N) knows it would be a lie.

“Bakugou, that wasn’t necessary.” (Y/N) spoke up, defending Izuku.

Izkuku’s heart fluttered once he heard her speak up.

“What? It’s not like you even care that this nerd likes you.” Bakugou shrugged, rolling his eyes.

“Actually- Bakugou, I do care if he likes me. And if he did or didn’t, it’s none of your business. You don’t need to be a bully about it.” (Y/N) stood up from her seat, looking down at Bakugou in annoyance.

Everyone in the room was giving each other looks of their reactions, they were all unsure of intervening into the dilemma between Bakugou, (Y/N), and Izuku.

“Guys! How about we discuss the anatomical terminology of the human body? The quadratic formula? You know, study! That’s what we’re all here for!” Kaminari announced, standing up.

(Y/N) shifted over to Izuku, holding out a hand for him. Izuku, much to his surprise shot his head up from the view of his jeaned thighs to (Y/N)’s face. She was giving him a light smile, clearly in attempt to ease the situation he was currently in.

“Thank you, Kaminari. But.. Midoriya and I should probably go study somewhere else?” (Y/N) suggested, shrugging at Izuku immediately.

Izuku nodded almost immediately, and took her hand, grasping it firmly.

“Why don’t the three of us study together, eh? Somewhere else?” Bakugou got up from his seat as well, lazily wrapping his arms over (Y/N) and Izuku’s shoulder. Bakugou was grinning at Izuku, in a douchey way.

Ochako walked over to the trio, gripping onto Bakugou’s arm with a lifted pinky.

“Or! You can stay here and study with us.” Ochako suggested.

Bakugou groaned in a chagrined manner.

“What a nice idea, Ochako! Bakugou, you could just stay here while Midoriya and I could just go over to some park and study ourselves.” (Y/N) nodded, locking her arm with Izuku’s, who flinched at her sudden and unexpected contact.

Why? Why is she being so nice?

“Why- what the fuck?” Bakugou snapped, annoyed with their suggestions.

“Yeah, Bakugou! C’mon you’re really smart just stay with us!” Kirishima remarked, giving Bakugou and thumbs up, followed by a friendly wink. Bakugou groaned, and muttered “Fine.” He figured there was no use in tormenting Izuku about his crush with (Y/N) any longer, since (Y/N) seemed to have no problem with it at all.

“Y-you really want to leave?” Izuku finally spoke up, his head facing (Y/N), who nodded eagerly at his question.

“Yeah! Do you have your books?” (Y/N) smiled at him, as their arms were still locked together firmly. “Yeah, uhm.. Thank you,” Izuku slightly smiled back, internally grateful of how nice and understanding she was acting towards him, rather than laughing in his face about the whole situation.

Bakugou sat back on on the couch, legs spread wide with his arms crossed, waiting for them to leave already. Although Bakugou’s intention for the day was to humiliate Izuku, it completely backfired, leaving Bakugou looking like a fool in the end. Not that he cared, though.

“Bye, everybody! See you guys in class!” (Y/N) waved to everyone, making her way through the hallway.

Izuku’s face was plastered with a wide smile, in satisfaction of where things where heading at the moment. He waved to everyone as well, as he thanked Ochako for inviting them to her home.

They walked outside of her home, holding their school books, (Y/N) then let go of her tight grip she had on Izuku, not that he minded, however.

“I was thinking we could find some place near a park, preferably under shade. But we could go anywhere you’d like?” (Y/N) questioned, tilting her head.

“Uh- Yeah! I’m okay with wherever! As long as you’re comfortable. I’ve already caused you so much trouble, you were meaning to come here and study in the first place, and now you’re forcing yourself to leave some other place with me just so Kacchan doesn’t harass me, which, Thank you so much, I didn’t think you would be so-” Izuku was interrupted from his rambling tangent with a quiet chuckle.

“Midoriya, it’s okay. I came in the first place because I knew you were coming.” (Y/N) confessed, with no shame in her voice.

“Oh.. Wait? Huh? But then why did Kacchan-?” Izuku pointed towards Ochako’s door with his thumb.

“He came because he texted me if he could tag along, and that he apparently was ‘failing’- which I knew was a lie, but I couldn’t say no. I didn’t think he was going to act the way he did,” (Y/N) rubbed her elbow.

Izuku nodded in response.

“I’m really sorry for bringing him, Midoriya, I didn’t think he was going to act that way, if I knew he was going to act like that I wouldn’t have brought him-” (Y/N) explained, with worry flowing through her voice.

“No, it’s okay, you didn’t know!” Izuku reassured her. “He does stuff like that all the time. I just didn’t think he was going to stoop so low to point he made my crush on you a complete joke.” Izuku murmured, now facing the floor uncomfortably.

“Midoriya.. If you don’t mind me asking, is it really true?” (Y/N) questioned, inching closer to the nervous boy.

Well. She already knows he likes her. He might aswell tell the truth. Most of it.

“Uh-” Izuku began, collecting his thoughts before her told her how he really felt.

“I.. think you’re an amazing fighter. You’re really strong, and you stick up for the truth and whatever is right. You don’t let anyone talk inferiorly toward you- or anyone else. When you describe something you’re passionate about, or one of those awesome stories you tell- you describe them with pride and dignity. You’re fearless, yet whenever you do get scared, you make it clear that it’s okay to be scared.. If that makes sense..” Izuku breathed, catching his breath. “You genuinely have a good heart, (Y/N)..” Izuku tilted his head up, scared to see her reaction of his confession.

“That’s.. I know these things because I watch you..Ah! In a non creepy way! I-i’m just an observant person is all! I don’t watch you like how a stalker watched girl and stuff, that’s just scary, I mean-”

“Midoriya,” (Y/N) giggled, covering her mouth.

“Yes!” Izuku yelped.

“Kiss me.”

(Y/N) leaned in fast enough and placed her lips on Izuku’s, whose heart was beating out of his chest. He didn’t even have time to prepare himself- yet again. His eyes were wide open, burning into her closed ones. He slowly shut his eyelids, and lowered his hands, as her hands lightly hugged the back of his neck. Izuku was ashamed of the fact that he had yet to kiss a girl- but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment- right now, he was living in a world of complete bliss, and didn’t want it to ever end. The way her soft lips felt against his made him feel jittery in his stomach. He was definitely not expecting this in any way, shape or form, but he was not complaining one bit.

“I’ve had enough working with you dense tools!” Was faintly heard from inside of Ochako’s house, that was shortly followed with an open of the front door.

Bakugou dropped his books, and scrunched his eyebrows tightly in vexation and disgust due to the amorous scene he had just interrupted.

“Eh? What the fuck!”

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