A craving
cw/tw: future fic, female reader, established relationship, pro hero bakugou x ??? gf, masturbation, fluff and smut but no actual smut, mentions of cheating ideation, slightly jealous bakugou, but he's also very giving lol.
wc: 1.1k words
[ B. Katsuki さん: Gonna be home late again. Don't wait up. ]
Following a particularly hard week of working on a big case, you rarely saw the shadow of your boyfriend at home. You sighed and placed your phone on your bedside table as you got up to do your laundry.
While you didn't pay mind to it much since his job as a Pro Hero comes ahead of everything else, you did feel a bit lonely especially since you were already rather used to his loud storytelling and the silly noises he made whenever he was there. No one in your apartment complex knew who your boyfriend was, but your landlady knew he was quite an energetic figure with all the noise complaints she's been receiving from your unit. Earlier this morning, she even asked if you guys already broke up because she hasn't heard even a peep from your unit in the last two weeks. You assured her that things were all right and that your boyfriend was just especially busy due to a case he was working on.
You decided to throw in some of Katsuki's stuff in the laundry so he can have a clean set of clothes once his case is finished. You were surprised to see his favourite orange hoodie in the hamper and couldn't help but hold it close all of a sudden.
He always smelled dizzyingly sweet so you expected the same scent to emanate from his clothes. While you chucked his other clothes in the washer, you decided to hold onto the hoodie for a bit longer, wearing it over your oversized shirt as you plopped down on your bed.
Ah. There was something strange going on in your head and you didn't like it at all. The hoodie smelled so much like Katsuki that you couldn't help but think that he was actually holding you.
No good, you told yourself. His scent made you all antsy and uneasy. Your body was telling you something and you didn't like it, either. A hand wandered down between your legs, fingers gently dancing over your entrance. You pulled your shirt up as well, your other hand pinching a single tense nipple.
Oh, no. You could hear yourself whimpering.
How absolutely vulgar.
You knew something changed in your body when you started doing it often with Katsuki, but you never expected it to become so...
So horny.
Your eyes were shut tight, a few warm tears flowing down your face as you continued playing with yourself. There was no helping the little moans that left your lips, too. In your head, you made out the image of your dear boyfriend, his tense body looming over you, warm hands gripping your waist tightly, and, oh, the immaculate girth that thrust in and out of you almost madly.
"K-Katsuki... Ah..."
It was like you were in a trance with the way you moved, your head filled with nothing but thoughts of your blond cherry bomb boyfriend doing you hard and—
"The hell are ya doing?"
Ah.
You snapped out of your trance-like movement when you heard Katsuki's gruff voice across the room. You probably didn't hear him arrive because you were so into touching yourself. You opened your eyes and found him standing by the door of your room.
"Ah..." You felt more warm tears pool in your eyes as you tried to cover yourself. He was home way too early! "I-It's—"
He made his approach and you couldn't help but think of how nice he looked with his dark undershirt and denim jacket.
"Were you... jerking off to me?"
The grin on his face kind of scared you, but you could tell that he looked rather pleased with the sight he arrived home to. He shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his shirt before leaning down and trapping you between his arms.
"Answer."
His voice was chilling and the scent of his sweat wafted in the room. You slowly nodded at him.
"Y-Yes... I-I'm sorry... I—"
You saw his expression slightly soften. He gripped your chin and pulled you in for a kiss.
"S'not something you should be apologising for, doll."
He had his own way of caring for you, his own brand of loving and lovemaking. There were days when his gentleness surprised the both of you, but there were also nights when he felt like he needed someone to hold him back whenever he has his way with you.
Such was this night, and it took him every ounce of his self-control to prevent himself from being too rough.
"K-Katsuki, w-wait a mome— ah!"
His hands were always sweaty, but you didn't mind. What bothered you was the intensity of his hold on you. He lifted his hoodie off your figure before he flipped you on your stomach and you finally knew there was no use trying to move away or even resisting when you felt him pin you down beneath his larger figure.
"Did ya miss me, doll?" He whispered in your ear. The sound of his voice and the warmth of his breath only made you tenser. He lifted your hips to meet his own, feeling his fingers unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. "What're you doing getting all hot without me?"
"Katsuki, w-wai— ahh..."
No use, you told yourself again. He placed an arm before your lips as he gently slid your damp underwear aside and prodded your warm entrance with the tip of his already-hard dick.
"Let me love ya real good, okay?"
And boy, he sure did. He only stopped after you suddenly passed out on your third round. He was kissing you all over and nipping at your collarbones when he suddenly bit your shoulder.
"H-Hey, there's no need for you to be s-so rough, Katsuki!" You held his warm face in your hands. "I was just here and I've been thinking about you all day. What are you so agitated about?..."
He turned away from you, a frown on his lips as he furrowed his brows. "...Damn shitty hair said something I didn't like earlier today."
"Wh-What did he say?"
His flushed face turned even redder as he recounted Red Riot's words earlier before their meeting with the police force, and even it made your face heat up with embarrassment.
'Bakugou, you shouldn't be leaving your girl all alone, ya know. What if she gets super lonely and starts looking for someone else to give her all the loving and attention she deserves?'
"E-Eijirou-san is such a dummy!" You hid your burning face in your hands. "I'd never do that! I love you way too much!"
"I can see that," he said with a chuckle. "Now let go of this filthy sweater. It smells awful."
"No, it doesn't!" You retorted, pulling the oversized hoodie close to your body. "Your scent always makes me crave for something sweet. I—"
He caught your lips with his own again before you could even finish your statement. "Lemme satisfy that little craving, then."
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「 image, not mine. sourced from pinterest. 」
「 note: previously known as "love bite" and this is the actual revamp of the oneshot. "destined pair" feels too different from the original, so here's something closer. have fun. ^^ 」
「 tw: possessive, mentions of blood, non-consensual biting, non-consensual drinking of blood, slightly suggestive?, implications of stalking, violence — read with caution, i guess. 」
a dark chuckle reverberates through the winding hallways, filling you with a sinking sense of dread.
"come now, you can't hide from me. while i do enjoy this little game of chase, i'm beginning to lose my patience."
you do your best to calm the erratic pace of your heart, but the pressure is getting to you. you're bleeding out, for god's sake. for all you knew, you wouldn't make it out of this alive.
'how comforting,' you thought, as you basked in your own bitter notions. your mind blanks, however, when you finally notice the footsteps resounding nearby.
they're quiet—you barely heard them—but they're close.
dangerously close.
your first mistake was exposing yourself so soon. it was meant to be a quick mission: locate the target and take him down. but he had noticed you too early—almost instantly, as if he knew the whole time.
that should have been enough of a reason for you to back out, as even the slightest risk could lead to your death. you're dealing with vampires, after all.
yet, absurdly, you continued on.
why? somehow, you didn't know either. 'could be the alcohol. or perhaps, there was something bigger at play here. regardless, you kept your pace, staying at a distance and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
which, to be honest, took a lot longer than you expected. if only you could simply kill the witnesses, too.
he was a social butterfly, easily getting along with every person he conversed with. but then again, why wouldn't he? he manages a large organization, after all. with a handsome grin, he knocked everyone's guards down, leaving them completely vulnerable to his charms.
he's beautiful, you'll give him that.
after a while, he excuses himself, and you tail after him. as an experienced hunter, you've learned to mask your presence; to hide within the shadows cast beneath the soft moonlight.
it was going smoothly.
until it wasn't.
he stopped, turning his head to meet your alarmed gaze. it was brief, but it was enough for you to know: he knew you were there.
ruh-roh raggy.
you knew that playing ignorant wouldn't work on him. you've read his files—despite them highly lacking in details. he does a good job of keeping his information confidential—it's practically part of his job to find out if someone's lying or not!
seduction? he may be hot, but really, all you want to do right now is go to sleep. you are not getting laid tonight. really?
'alright, plan C it is.'
you booked it.
cursing under your breath, you ignore the painful ache of your poor feet. you'll be fine, probably. this isn't your first rodeo. for the record, you've once managed to escape with a broken leg, a stab wound, and a splitting headache. this should be easy! don't be so complacent, dear. plot armour can only do so much.
his looming figure casts a shadow over your guarded frame.
"there you are."
you're stuck. trapped between two unwavering arms as he grinned cheekily at you. his eyes are dilated, and he looks almost.. intoxicated.
"i warned you, didn't i? you can't hide from me, fawn."
fawn.
what a stupid nickname. you sneer.
"i'm impressed, really. not many can land a hit on me."
he refers to the healing cut on his chest, the wound beginning to weave itself back together.
righr now, you couldn't do much. with a bleeding gash running from along your hips, you're basically screwed. your hand clutches the wound, blood trickling through your palm as you struggle to apply enough force to your trembling hand.
god, you feel so weak. his eyes pull you into a trance-like state, and you're barely able to hold yourself together. he leans down with an angelic curl to his lips, reaching up to stroke your cheek.
"how cute. 'still resisting, dear? my, you're quite stubborn."
you grumble under your breath. unfortunately for you, he hears it. glowing optics bore right into you, and for a moment, you thought he'd kill you right then and there.
to your surprise, however, he simply chuckles. you release a breath of relief, shivering from the hot puff of air that brushes your neck.
then you wheeze; a pained gasp fumbling out of your lips as he slams you against the wall. a rough hand curls around your throat, sharp nails poking your skin—that should be enough of a warning to keep you still.
"now," your eyes trail to the side as you shift;
but he moves in, lips only an inch away from yours.
"ah-ah, what are you looking at, fawn? i don't want your attention straying. your gaze is meant only for me."
"shut up, you i-insufferable-" you cough, lightly gasping when the grip on your throat tightens.
"-oversized mosquito!"
…
goddamn it-
"pfft-"
his eyes crinkle as he laughs, and you're completely stunned; mesmerized by how genuine he sounds. seriously, has this guy considered making asmr videos?
"oversized mosquito? is that supposed to be an insult?"
his grip loosens for a moment, but he regains his composure before you can make a move. fuck vampires and their inhuman speed.
"i quite like you. you've always been an entertaining little fawn." he pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome features before he smirks. "i've decided, i'll be keeping you." it shouldn't be a problem. you've always been his.
he smiles, but his eyes are dimly lit, glinting ominously.
"what!? no-" he interrupts you, a sharpened nail digging into the skin of your neck, drawing a few drops of blood.
"i don't think you heard me. see,"
he guides you impossibly closer. his lips now only mere centimetres away from yours. his thumb trails along your jaw as the other wanders up the skin of your thigh, landing on the small of your back. his touch leaves a trail of heat, a shiver crawling up your spine.
"i wasn't asking, fawn."
and in the next moment, you're pinned against the wall. he leans his weight against you, pulling your hands behind your back. his fangs graze your neck, and you can feel your heart beating frantically.
"i'll have you, even if i have to break you in the process."
the dread settles in, and for the first time in years, you're filled with pure, unadulterated fear.
"shh, don't worry, dear. the pain is only for a moment."
you're scared. he's going to bite you. he's going to bite you. as a last-ditch attempt, you move to stun him.
"stay still."
he's quicker.
fangs sink into your skin, and you whimper at the pain. the feeling of your blood being drained, of the unbearable sting of his fangs in your neck, you almost cry from the agonizing discomfort.
but this isn't what you fear the most. no, this doesn't even come close. you're not scared of pain; half your life was spent with pain playing the role of a clingy lover.
what you fear.. is what comes next.
pleasure.
you can't succumb to it. you can't! you can still take him down with what little strength you have left. you need to resist-
his fanks sink deeper, lulling the ache away and replacing it with a heated embrace. your tense muscles relax, and you stifle a guttural moan at the growing heat in your abdomen.
your instincts fight against the sedative effects, still trying to pull you out from drowning in pleasure.
wake up, goddamn it! he'll kill you!
breathing heavily, you once again struggle against his hold, forcing yourself to shove him off.
his jaw clenches, and you flinch. his hand pulls you closer, pressing against your stomach, causing a wave of heat to course through your trembling frame.
you feel so sensitive; almost like you're drunk on aphrodisiac.
as all fight leaves you, an open moan flittering through your lips. your eyebrows furrow. you don't feel the need to resist anymore.
why would you? you're safe with him. he is all you need.
your limbs grow heavy. why're you so tired? you groan, leaning your head back as he moves away. your wobbly legs can barely hold you up, so he takes the liberty of pulling you into his arms.
he grins in content, licking off the stray blood on your neck. you shiver, clutching the fabric of his clothes. 'you're so adorable. all vulnerable and dazed in his hold,' he muses to himself. you're disoriented, unable to think clearly as you nuzzle into his chest.
"look at you, darling. safe and warm, right here with me."
he'll make sure to take care of you. he's not just watching from afar anymore; now, you're finally in his arms.
'finally, mine.'
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