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shuckinbeanz · 3 years ago

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SCREAM (Yan!GhostFace!Baku)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, implied sexual harassment/molestation and planned rape(but it doesn't happen, cuz Kats splodes & kills him and his lackeys), implied drugging, Katsuki goes insane(quite literally), Katsuki is a yandere(who knows his obsession is wrong, but he ends up snapping. and getting worse.), Katsuki's POV, nerdy reader, death, blood, gore, stalking, and murder. 👀 This is gonna be a two or three part fic because I couldn't resist the cliffhanger, but i wanna say reader is a bit fruitloopy, too.(just because of what i have planned for the end. this is a consent blog, sooo)

~Masterlist~

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

This was originally supposed to be a tl;dr fic, so I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we're here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin'), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy! (not me shamelessly promoting the other parts 😂)

This wasn't like those bitches who cornered you and degraded you in an empty space. They'd get a warning to fuck off. This wasn't like those pimpled extras who thought they even so much as had a chance with you. He'd scare them off and they'd run off with their tail between their legs. The braver ones who'd try cheesy things with you, like trapping you against something with their arms, and oh, especially the dumbass few who tried to cop a fucking feel would get a solid thwacking.

He remembers the old fucking retard office worker in the train who felt you up. It was extremely cathartic to beat that perverted extra shitless. He regrets not turning that asshole's face into a bowl before authorities had to come and pull him off the man before arresting him.

No, this was not like any of those. No, no, no, not at all. He remembers those damn extras and what they had planned.

And he was fucking seething. Seeing red, borderline frothing at the mouth, seething.

See, it takes a lot for Katsuki to really want to kill someone. He may be boisterous and loud, and somewhat violent, but he had self-restraint practically in spades. He didn't want to scare you, after all. If anything, he wanted to protect you. The sweet little studious thing he discreetly pays attention to in the peripheral of his vision whenever he hangs out with his friends. He didn't want to come off as stalkerish. Your cute sweaters and shirts, your cute bottoms you liked so much. He knew your favorite place to sit during lunch, he knew your favorite color(s), he knew what genres you liked, and he even knew what food(s) you enjoyed most. Hell, he even knows which neighborhood you lived in because he couldn't help but give in to his desires. He doesn't know the place you live in, because after a big fat internal war with himself he finally managed to pull himself away from you that one time. He didn't want to scare you.

He wanted to protect you. And he remembers every fucking word those perverts said.

The four were planning to get you alone with them, 'cordially invite' you to the club, and slip you a fucking roofie before hauling you off to God knows fucking where to rape you because one of them took a liking to you. Katsuki fucking snapped.

So here he was, buying a cheap ghost mask from the holiday section decked out with costumes and candy. "It's for my brat brother. He forgot the mask." he easily lied through his damn teeth when the cashier eyed him. When he came home, he opened his wardrobe to fish out clothes he's never worn before. He slips on a printed tank top that read "DIE" and pulled on fishnets and some black ripped skinny jeans, and the cropped hoodie he'd gotten but never wore, before securing his voice changer onto his mask before putting it on and pulling up the hood and securing it. He pulled on a pair of those blue latex gloves, pocketing his burner cellphone, and grabbing a steak knife before heading to the mudroom to pull on and tie up his black combat boots, then he headed out.

He already had that bastard's hangout and their residences scoped out; he also knew who they lived with. And luckily, tonight, one of those bastards was the last one there, deciding to finish up whatever was on their phone before leaving. So he made his move. Katsuki walked up to the man, his boots thudding. "Oh, hey, man. Come back for something?" he asked nonchalantly, but Katsuki remained silent, soon arriving right behind him, glaring down at the shorter man through his mask. He huffs in annoyance as the man continues looking at his phone, and he turns around then shouts, "What the fuck?!" and falls onto his ass, his phone clattering on the cement a distance away. Katsuki cracks his neck before lurching forward to knock him unconscious, nabbing his phone. After securing and muffling that extra, he swipes through his contacts, recognizing a face. One of those bitches that bullied you.

He wants to not only scare that bastard who pulled his friends in on a sadistic scheme, he wants to terrify him. He lifts his gaze to the poor unconscious sap, wearing a feral grin behind his mask as he plans.

That extra's bimbo sister will make the perfect opening scene.

A low, deranged chuckle escapes him.

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He makes sure his voice changer is on before he scrolls through the contacts slowly until he sees a familiar face. Leaning back in his seat, he presses the call button, then puts it on speaker. It rings a couple of times before someone picks up. "Hey. Your brother lost his phone. I thought I'd just call to let you know." he says. 'Really, again?!' she sighs in exasperation. She fell for it. "Where would you like me to drop it off?" he asks, his tone friendly. 'Really? You one of that derp's friends? You're a lifesaver! I wouldn't hear the end of it.' she says, before giving him the address. Stupid little bitch. He could feel the corner of his mouth tick in a semblance of a smile, fingers lightly drumming on a pair of binoculars. "Cool! I'm nearby. I should be there in a couple minutes." he says, glancing up to the rearview mirror to her unconscious brother. Might as well have a little fun before he kills both of them. "Would you like to chat in the meantime?" he asks. 'Sure.' she snorts, and an alarm goes off a few times on her end. "What's that noise?" he asks. 'Oh, just something to snack on while I watch TV.' she replies. "Ooh," Katsuki hums, going along. "What are you watching?" he asks. 'Well, it's October, duh, so I'm watching some scary movies.' she says. "You like scary movies?" he hums. 'Yeah.' she says. "What's your favorite scary movie?" he asks, then she hums in thought.

'Dunno. Maybe Scream?' she says. 'It's got a bunch of sequels. I won't spoil it, but basically a psychopathic killer wearing a ghost costume goes around stabbing and killing students for the LOLs.' she explains. How ironic. He can't help the chuckle that escapes him as she asks, 'What's your favorite scary movie?'

He hums, taking a long moment to pause. The killer that inspired him. "Would it be bad if I say I liked those movies, too?" he asks. 'Nah~ A lotta people like it.' she giggles as he lifts the binoculars, looking through them between her windows. Wide-open. "I'm almost there." he lies. "Is your brother home?" he asks. 'No, he isn't. He usually stays out late, gets drunk. I wouldn't be surprised if he had to call me up and ask me to bail him out of jail, again.' she says. A soft snort escapes him. After a few moments, he asks, "What's your name?" spying her through the living room window. He could see her on her couch, sitting still. 'Why? Did he never tell you or something?' she asks after a moment of silence on her end. "Nah..." he sighs. "I just wanna know who I'm looking at." he says. Her end stays silent for several moments, and he watches her form tense up.

'What...did you say...?' she asks, her tone unsure with a twinge of fear. "I wanna know who I'm talkin' to." he says, watching her get up and peek out of a window. 'No. No...you definitely didn't say that.' she says, staring out the window. Too bad he was camouflaged in darkness a distance away. "What'd you think I said?" he snorts, playing dumb, watching her whip her head around. "What?" he asks. She remains silent. "Hello?" he calls to her. 'Oh, um...I gotta go.' she says hurriedly, moving to close the windows and lock them. "Wait, I still need to deliver the phone." he tries. He could hear her soft bangs through her rush on her end of the line. 'Uh, no, don't you come here.' she says, pulling her phone away from her ear to hang up, sending a pang of anger through his veins. "Don't you dare hang up." he growls, hearing her line end not a moment after. In a fit of rage, he throws his binoculars towards the passenger door with a loud thud.

After tossing the phone on top of the dash, he grips the steering wheel tightly, before inhaling deeply, then exhaling. He could hear a faint shuffling and a soft groan behind him in the backseat.

"Alright." he growls, looking up to the rearview mirror, snagging the phone. "We'll play it like that then." he hisses, opening his car door and getting out, then opening the back door as the terrified man begins to squirm and scream-his pathetic voice muffled by a cloth gag and layers of duct tape. He checks for his knife, before dragging the bastard out. "Shut up, will ya?" Katsuki grunts, knocking the man out again. "Persistent fucks." he hisses under his breath, raising the phone to redial the number. "I told you not to hang up on me." he says the moment she answers. 'Look, what the fuck do you want?' she snaps at him. How cute. He chuckles sinisterly. 'Just don't come here, okay?! Or I'll call the cops!' she exclaims before hanging up.

"Two can play at that game." he says as he takes the roll of duct tape before hauling the shorter man into a fireman's carry with a grunt. Again, he presses redial with his free hand, carrying the unconscious bastard to his sister's back door. And again, she answers.

'Listen here, you asshole--' "No, you listen to me, you fucking bitch." Katsuki seethed angrily through his mask, as he speed-walked to her back door. "You hang up on me one more fucking time, I'll gut you like a fish, ya understand?!" he raises his voice threateningly. He could hear her gulp on her end. "Yeah..." he sighs in relief when she doesn't hang up. "Not so hard, is it?" he almost coos. 'A-Am I a jo-oke to you...?' her voice wavers. He hums, long and low, setting his sight on a plastic lawn chair outback. "Nah." he says, finishing the last bit of distance with a few quick strides, dropping the duct tape onto the grass, and putting the phone into his other hand to take and lift the chair and bring it right before her back porch before setting it down. "More like..." he hums, taking the phone into his free hand again. "A game." he grunts, plopping the man down onto the chair upright. He takes a deep breath. "Can you handle that?" he asks, heading over to pick up the duct tape. "Kitty?" he references her cat-themed t-shirt, chuckling lowly when he can hear her thudding around her house in a panic to lock her doors.

While she pranced around inside, he made quick work of taping her unconscious brother securely to the lawn chair. 'I am like, seconds away from calling the cops...' he heard her weep fearfully through the phone. He snorts, picking up the phone. "They won't make it in time." he tells her, pressing the button to mute his side. "Hey, bastard. Pst." he slapped the man's face with his gloved hand. He stirs groggily. 'The fuh-fuck you want...?' she hiccupped fearfully. "Wake up, you damn perv." Katsuki grunts, standing and lifting a leg to kick him, startling him awake. Katsuki lifts the phone to unmute it, seeing that she'd hung up.

So he walks around the house, leaving his first victim behind, temporarily. When he arrives, he jabs his thumb against the doorbell a few times before removing himself from the peephole's view, chuckling at her shrill shriek. 'Who's there?! Stay away...! Who's there, I--' she goes off, sobbing, as he presses redial, the ring of her phone silencing her. "You should never ask who's there, you asking to die or something?" he asks when she answers, releasing a chuckle. 'Look, you've had your fun, why don't you just leave or something, or--or else.' she tries pathetically. He snorts. "Or else, what?" he asks.

'Or else my brother will be here any moment, and he'll be pissed, so your ass better be gone!' she tries to threaten him. "Sure~" he hums, rounding the house again, his tone disbelieving. 'He practically lives in the gym, so he's strong!' she wails fearfully. "Oooh~" he coos, "I'm shaking in my boots." he says sarcastically. 'You b-better just leave...' she whimpers. "His name wouldn't happen to be..." he pauses for the suspense, "____, would it?" he asks, standing away from the door's view.

'How...do you know his name...?' she asks after a few moments of silence. He shrugs. "I'm his friend, remember?" he hums, chuckling lowly as she softly denies what he said. "You know the little window beside your back door?" he asks. "Turn on the light, and push the curtain aside~" he rasps in a singsong. "And look out." he commands her.

He found sadistic joy in her sobs as she did as told; going to the back of her house, turning on her backdoor light before hesitantly pushing aside the curtain. He almost found catharsis as the man strapped to the lawn chair attempts to squirm and scream through his gag to his bimbo sister. 'God, no!!' he heard her scream, both through the phone and from inside her house, and he threatens her as she unlocks the door to open it for the bastard.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." he spat icily. 'No...no...' she sobbed, hurriedly slamming the door shut and locking it, making her brother shake his head fervently and cry out, in an attempt to have her save his ass anyway. Katsuki knew that wouldn't happen. 'Why're doing this...?' she cries fearfully. "I just wanna play a game~" he singsongs creepily. 'No...don--' "Then the fucker dies now." he threatens, reaching for the knife. 'No!! No!' she shrieks, "Then which is it, huh?" he asks. "Which. Is. It?" he growls, his fuse merely seconds from blowing.

'Oh God...' he heard her whimper. 'What...kind of game...?' she asks hesitantly. Fearfully. That's more like it, he thought. "Turn off the light, and you'll see what kind of game~" he coos. Moments later, the light turns off, and he releases a soft sigh of relief. "We're going to play...a little movie trivia." he says. "Answer the question correctly, and he'll live. Easy as that, alright?" he asks. 'Please stop...' she begs. "Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Promise." he chuckles.

"I'll even give you an easy warm-up question." he says. 'No, please don't do this...' she begs. "Awe, but it's from your favorite scary movie." he coos. 'No....' "Who were the killers in the first Scream?" he asks. 'I d-don't know...' she hiccups. "Yes, you do." he says. "Who were they?" he asks again. He hears her gulp. 'Billy and Stu...' she answers, hesitantly. "Yes! Correct answer." he grins sadistically from behind his mask. "Now, to the next one. In Scream 3, how did Cotton die?" he asks. 'Um...shot...! He was shot!' she answers hurriedly. "Oooh, sweetheart. You can't be even more wrong." he says, condescendingly. 'No! I'm right! I've watched the whole series like a hundred times!' she tries. "A hundred times? Then you should KNOW how everyone was killed!" he seethes. "That was the wrong answer. Now, your poor big brother...I'm afraid he's out~" he chuckles sinisterly. 'Wh-What are you--no...no, no! NO!' he hears her come to an epiphany as he takes his sharpened knife out. The light turns on and he can hear her desperate pleas, her banging from the 'safety' of her home, and the muffled voice of his first victim. "Not sorry, man. Perverts can go to hell~" he drives the knife inside the man's gut, then upwards vertically, splitting him open with rough, jagged jerks of his arm. The bloodcurdling screeches that came from the woman inside, and the fact that the first bastard was now dead brought Katsuki great catharsis.

He doesn't bother turning around to face her, knowing she was still watching while he lifted the phone up to speak into it again. "I'm in a really good mood, right now." he growls. He could hear her hiccups. Her pathetic sobs. "So guess what?~" he hums. 'No...no...please...'

"You get a bonus round!~"

He was so gonna enjoy killing every last one of those fuckers.

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xshinigamikittenx · 4 years ago

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The Quiet Game

NSFW Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI

You swear this class is going to kill you. With this much of a class load, there’s no time for friendships or romantic relationships, and that’s fine with you. They were just distractions anyway. It’s usually just the attendants and other students completing work studies at the library this late. This is usually perfect on most nights, but today is Friday, and you forgot he would be here...

Thank you SO MUCH to TrashyBee on Twitter for bringing Katsuki to life here. Good lawd 😩

A/N: Whew. Yet another one shot that ran away with me. lmaoooo. Couldn't really help it though, I mean...sheeeeesh. But child, anywaaays...this was fun. :) I'm also hoping you've been to a library and seen what the private study rooms look like, because it's kindof important here 😅 but if not here's an idea. Hope your future library thoughts are full of smut productivity!

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CW/TW: semi-public sex, oral sex, clothed sex, vaginal sex, biting, swallowing, light degradation, gagging, fingering, hair pulling, deep thrusts, praise

You swear this class is going to kill you. Why the fuck did you choose to take on so many credits this year? Take more classes at once so you can finish early. The goal from the beginning was to get through university as quickly as possible so you could start making the money you knew would help keep you far away from home. Wealth is not something that runs in your family. Everything you get, you work for, and your degree will be no different. You keep your head down, focusing on one goal, to make enough money to support yourself and live the way you want. With this much of a class load, there’s no time for friendships or romantic relationships, and that’s fine with you. They were just distractions anyway.

Your roommates, however, don’t have that same logic. Some nights when you’re up studying, you can hear them, and whoever they brought back to the dorm moaning, the bed sometimes rhythmically bumping into the paper-thin walls. “Just like that...yes-yes-mmmmore. Ffuck! ” It’s...distracting, to say the least, and frustrating because your body’s reaction constantly betrays your mind's focus. Your thighs clenching together, your pulse quickening; no way in hell you can study in your room, especially not at night.

You shake the thoughts out of your head, looking up at the massive main library, your feet unconsciously moving forward. This is your sanctuary, the place you feel you can be most at peace, and finally give way to the maintained focus you knew you needed. The warm glow of the lights through the windows always makes you feel calm. The cold air whips into you as you push open the door and take in the endless rows and layers of books keeping you company. There’s hardly ever anyone here at this time, a discovery you made one night when you found yourself packing your books in frustration to escape the sounds coming from the next room in the middle of the night.

It’s usually just the attendants and other students completing work studies at the library this semester. This is usually perfect on most nights, but today is Friday, and you forgot he would be here. Your eyes land on his back, surveying him at a distance. The fact that he works here doesn’t quite compute with you. He’s built like he should be throwing a ball somewhere, all broad shoulders and toned arms. The sleeves of his olive green sweater are rolled up, emphasizing the lines and ridges of his toned muscles. It’s borderline irritating how good he looks, entirely focused on a mundane task. His blonde hair is somehow perfectly dishevelled, the lean form of his body bent over the desk, filling out some kind of paperwork while you walk in his direction. Usually, you would try to avoid him; talking to people, in general, is not a specialty of yours, let alone talking to someone who seems to have a short fuse.

You wait for a few seconds, thinking he’s got to know you’re there. He had to have heard the door open, right? But he hasn’t turned around yet, and thinking about actually opening your mouth to speak to him felt like the air was getting sucked out of the building. You were already introverted with high anxiety, and you did not need to feel uncomfortable right now, especially under the looming stress of this project which was due in two days. So you waited, hoping the subtle noises you were making, readjusting your bag, and taking a deep breath, would possibly get his attention. Fuck, this is taking too long; I’ve got to say something. “Um...hey.” Jesus Christ, really couldn’t think of anything better to say? You practically sneer at yourself at how lame you sound, but this certainly got his attention. He turned half of his body towards you, one of his scarlet eyes glaring at you over his shoulder. His face was rather expressionless, betraying the scorching feeling his eyes deliver, making you suddenly self-conscious of what you looked like standing in front of him. You didn’t think about what you were wearing when you left your dorm, throwing on a go-to pair of leggings and the first hoodie you saw before storming out of the overly cramped room, leaving the heavy breaths and moans of your neighbour behind you.

“Oi, you need something? Speak up.” Your face immediately flushed. The heat rising up your neck and blooming across your face, triggering your palms to start sweating. You didn’t think you were unnecessarily quiet; it’s a fucking library. You knew he was an asshole, but what the fuck did you do to him? Before you think about it anymore, you shift your thoughts towards how to respond to him, coming up blank. You grip your bag tighter, your mind racking itself, but the anxiety has already caught hold of you, and it’s as if you're stranded on an island with no help in sight. So you resort to your usual defensive mechanism; you bite back.

“So, what...? You want me to scream to get your attention?” He turns his body toward you, putting the full picture of himself on display. You’ve never been this close to him, actively avoiding him after hearing him ream other students out for being too loud or misplacing books. You didn’t realize how intimidating his stature was until now, being less than six feet away from him.

He wasn’t excessively tall, but his posture would convince you otherwise. Even as he leaned back against the length of the desk behind him, he was still probably a handful of inches taller than you. He lifts his glasses to rest on the top of his almost unruly blonde hair as he speaks, “Can’t say why I would find screaming necessary in a library, but if you need something, you should say it clearly so I can help you and not have to spend five minutes of my time explaining common courtesy to someone who knows better.”

Your annoyance is suddenly replaced with rage at his words. What the fuck? Is he trying to put this on me? Doesn’t he fucking work here? Isn’t it his job to pay attention if someone needs help? You’re even more pissed because you wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you could study in your room. The constant reminder of your roommate getting railed while you were trying to work made that impossible, so here you are. It’s not like you wanted to ask him for help, but you need access to a private study room, and you have to request it from the attendant. Except for tonight, when you’re pent up and stressed, you have to deal with him. “I wouldn’t have to speak up if you were doing your job, asshole.” Fuck. He’s distracting me. I don’t have time for this. You watch his face as one of his eyebrows lift while he places his large hands on the ledge of the desk behind him, baring the outline of his toned chest stretching the fabric of his sweater. “Now, I know you’re not that much of a dumbass. What do you think I was doing before you walked in here and started wasting my time?” Your eyes widen, inadvertently travelling the length of his body, from the smug ass expression resting on his face to his rippling arms, tense as his hands grip the dark wooden desk. For some reason, this annoyed you even more; why did he have to be insulting and infuriatingly attractive?

His lips curl into a smirk, revelling in the glare you’re aiming at him. Dumbass? Is this asshole for real? At this point, he’s pissed you off past the point of giving a fuck. You would’ve walked away by now if you didn’t actually need his help. But if he wants to play this game, fine. A smug smile spreads across your face as you speak, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was speaking to someone who was unable to multitask. Your life must be so hard, huh?” He drops his head, laughing as he pushes himself off the desk, taking a step toward you. Your hands grip your bag tighter as he comes closer, lifting his head so his ruby-coloured eyes meet yours. “That’s pretty fucking hilarious coming from someone who’s at the library in the middle of the night on a fuckin’ Friday.” He straightens up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he continues, “Seems more like your life is hard, and you’re just pissed off about it.” His gaze is piercing, attempting to slice through your facade of confidence, but you’re currently too livid to give a shit. You’re done talking to him, you just need to get into the study room and away from this asshole.

“No,” you seethe, “I’m pissed off because I can’t work in my room, I have shit to do, and this conversation is a waste of time.” You lift your head higher, meeting his gaze as he smirks down at you. “Oh, seems like I’m not the only one who can’t multitask then, huh?” He chuckles, watching you as you fold your arms and turn your head, breaking eye contact with him. “I just need one of the study rooms opened.”

“Oh, so you do need something,” he says, his voice dropping as he leans forward, bringing his face into your line of sight, his sharp features coming into focus. “You said it yourself, you wasted my time, so I think you can ask a little nicer than that.” You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to punch someone more than how much you want to punch his perfectly fucking chiselled jaw in that moment. Regardless of how much his face appeals to your more violent tendencies, you realize you don’t have an option. All of this bullshit will have been for nothing if you’re unable to get into that fucking room. Your jaw clenches, your teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek as your eyes bore into him. You make a point not to break eye contact when you speak through the smile you’ve painted on, “Oh, where are my manners...would you...please...open a study room so that I can get away from you?” You smile wider, contrasting the cold glare you shoot at him as he grins, watching your edges fray. He slides one of his hands out of his pocket, assessing you while he tosses the keys up in his hand, the dull metallic sound of their impact in the palm of his hand, peaking your annoyance further. “Well hell,” he says, “it’s about damn time.”

You roll your eyes as he catches the keys a final time, smirking at you before he turns to exit the enclosed space of the front desk. You readjust your bag and look up to follow him, balking at seeing him walk in front of you. He takes a few steps ahead of you, his coffee colored pants clinging to the muscles of his legs as he heads towards the back of the library where the study rooms are located. Fuck, his ass looks good. You’re grateful when you take a glance around you, suddenly conscious of what your borderline heated exchange probably looked like to anyone who could’ve seen it. Not to mention the fact that it probably definitely looked like you were staring at his ass just now. You refocus, remembering that you’re supposed to be following him. You train your eyes on the back of his neck, trying to keep yourself from fixating on his perfectly sculpted form; when you see him turn his head, eyeing you. His gaze travels up and down, then up to meet your eyes before he speaks, “For someone who claims to dislike wasted time, you sure are slow.”

Fuck. Did he catch me looking at him? Your chest tightens at the thought. Just hurry the fuck up and get to the room so you can do what you came here for. You signal your legs to pick up the pace until you’re almost in stride with him and looking straight ahead. You know where the study rooms are; you just need him to open it for you, but why does it feel like it’s taking forever to get there? Your body grows warmer, anxiety still pumping through you from your previous conversation. Now being alone in this giant space in silence is adding emphasis to the fact that you’re practically alone. You try to distract yourself, feigning interest in the books that line the shelves as you walk past them. We’ve got to be close now; just focus on the room. You look ahead, expecting to see the study rooms’ glass windows but instead are met with more shelves of books. What the fuck? Did they move them? How long have we been walking? You glance over at him, accidentally making eye contact because he was already looking at you.

Without thinking, you look away, and then you hear him speak, “Ya know, no ones usually here at this time on a Friday. Don’t you have better shit to do?” Seriously? If he’s going to be a dick, why is he even wasting his breath talking to me?

“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t,” you bite back, too tangled up in your own thoughts to decipher anything less aggressive, “and I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want me to be here.”

He continues walking, and you push ahead of him, attempting to put some distance between you. You don’t need him to lead you to the room; the library is only so big. Getting there on your own and waiting for him to open it would be better than dealing with this bullshit. You see him looking over at you in your peripheral vision as you pass him, and he laughs. “You don’t wanna be here, but all of a sudden, you’re in a hurry. A little conflicting, don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes. Fuck off. Is what you would’ve said if you wanted to continue this conversation. He would definitely have something to say to that. “Are you forgetting that I’ve got what you want?” You stop dead in your tracks and spin on your heels to face him, “Excuse me?” He doesn’t even flinch at your raised tone, you could practically hear your own voice echoing around you as he walks up to you, stopping inches away. He’s so close you can smell him, a warm scent of amber and oak catching you off guard as you hold your ground. His lips lilt into a mocking half-smile as he moves his hand towards you to dangle the keys directly in front of your face. “What? You want to get into the room, don’t you?” Your focus shifts from the keys to his crimson eyes, blurring everything else around you as your body reacts to the heat radiating off of his skin. He feels...warm. I wonder - Your gaze drops to his lips, maddeningly curled into a taunting smirk. “Well, now I’m wondering what you thought I was talking about.”

He pulls the keys into the palm of his hand with a metallic snap, the sound almost making you jump as your eyes widen. You find yourself holding your breath as the tightening in your chest climbs up to your throat. Say something. Fucking anything. Your face must tell him everything he needs to know, because he doesn’t wait for a response. “How’s this, I’ll let you off the hook if you tell me why you’re here, dealing with my bullshit, when you could be studying in your dorm.”

This is none of his fucking business, but it’s easier to answer than the previous question, so fuck it. “I can’t focus there.” He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not satisfied with your answer. You roll your eyes and sigh, “It’s just...noisy. I can’t think straight.”

He laughs at your response, “Yeah I can see that you're easily distracted.” You feel his eyes hovering over your body before meeting your gaze and shifting his weight to start walking again. You take a deep breath, silently relieved that whatever the fuck that was is over. “There’s this invention,” he says as he walks ahead of you “called headphones, ever thought of using those?” You shoot daggers into the back of his head as he turns the corner and you see the study rooms up ahead. Thank fucking god. He sifts through the keys as he walks, locating the one he needed to open the door. His hands move to slide the key into the lock, “Tch. Unless you’ve got roommates that are loud when they fuck. Headphones might not help much.” You know this is a joke but the heat spreading through your face, and the way your body tenses up catches his attention. “Did I strike a nerve,” he asks, smirking at you as his hand grips the door handle.

“Just open the door.” He raises an eyebrow and you release an exasperated sigh, “Please.”

He swings the door open, holding it open as he waits for you to walk through. Finally. I can get this asshole out of my face and work. You walk towards the door, and you notice he isn’t moving. I can hold the door on my own. Why is he still standing there? As you move you eye the entrance to the room, realizing you’re going to need to get insanely close to him to get through the doorway. Fuck it. Just slip by him and move on. “Listen, I don’t bite,” he says, noticing your moment of hesitation with a sly smile. You roll your eyes, making a point to look him in the eyes as you attempt to get by him. His piercing gaze slices through you, stoking the flames within your core you’ve been harnessing all night; fuck, maybe all semester. You fail to keep the flush from blooming across your face, turning your head away from him as you attempt to brush past him. You can feel him watching you, it feels like heat is emanating from his skin, pulling you closer as you hear a low voice directly in your ear, “Unless you want me to.”

What? It was a split second that you were close enough to hear him. Your breath catches as you finally make it past him, his words echoing in your head. Did he just-? You turn around to face him, “What did you just s-“ but he was already leaving, walking back towards the front of the library, probably to finish working on whatever the hell had him so focused when you arrived earlier.

You turn away, your back towards the floor to ceiling window of the small room as your mind reels from the last thing he said to you. I swear I heard him correctly. But why would he say that? Am I fucking crazy? You mindlessly unpack what you need out of your bag and sit at the desk, trying and failing miserably for almost an hour to focus on your work. You find yourself repeatedly scanning the same page because you can’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder to see if he’s nearby. You nibble at the tip of your pen, looking at the book in front of you and unable to comprehend a single thing. Your oral fixation is running rampant and your thoughts are nowhere near where they should be when the image of his lips slip into your head. What do they taste like? Your body reacts to the thought, squeezing your thighs together as your core tightens imagining his hands gripping your skin, his teeth sinking into you. Fuck. Fuck!

You turn your head again, wondering if there was any way he would be looking in your direction; his thoughts riddled with the same infuriatingly erotic images on a loop in your head. Then, you see him. His back towards you as he holds a stack of books in one arm to place on the shelves. Your eyes travel down the length of his body, the lines of muscle subtly evident through his clothes. You watch him as he reaches up to a particularly high shelf, and his sweater lifts just enough to see the definition of his lower back. Heat is building inside you, the stirring in your core causing your walls to clench, thinking about raking your nails across his back. Ffuuck...NO. Get your fucking shit together. Why would he want to fuck someone who has nothing better to do than study on a Friday night? Fucking focus. You try to gather your thoughts, but must’ve mistakenly zoned out while you were looking at him, because as soon as your eyes refocus you see his head turned in your direction, one cinder red eye smoldering into you.

Fuck! Your body stiffens, unsure what else to do besides just go back to pretending you were working on this project. That’s basically what you’ve been doing since you sat down anyways. And for what? Just for you to embarrass and distract yourself just enough for this entire ordeal to be a colossal waste of time.You start to gather your things, applying more force than necessary to shove everything back into your bag. Fuck this. I haven’t gotten anything done and it’s been two fucking hours. I should’ve just stayed in my room, used my vibrator and moved on. At least I would’ve been able to think straight.

“You must do that often, huh?”

Your eyes widen and you immediately turn your body towards the source of the voice coming from the doorway. Your eyes land on his waist, then to the large hands in his pockets as he seems to take up all the remaining space in the room. You catch a glimpse of the student ID on the lanyard threaded through his belt loop. Katsuki Bakugo. You didn’t even bother to check the picture before you looked up, eyes connecting with the same asshole smirk you’ve been replaying in your head since you sat down. I didn’t say all of that shit out loud did I?

“What are you talking about,” you snap. You really don’t feel like playing this game with him. You already made up your mind that you were leaving, there was no way in hell you were going to stick around to get made fun of. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Ha. That’s a good question,” he takes a step, crossing the length of the room to lean against the desk inches away from you. “I have a better question though. How long have you been watching me instead of working?”

It feels like your brain short circuits. Did he catch me looking for him earlier? Fuck!

“I-” it suddenly dawns on you that the only way he would’ve seen that is if he was looking at you. You just didn’t see him.

You smile up at him, crossing your arms as you lean back in your chair. “The only way you could even think that, is if you were watching me. So you tell me, Katsuki, how long was it?”

He grins as he places his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of him and leans down towards you, his face inches away from yours. His eyes hold your gaze, his crimson eyes blazing like an unhinged wildfire as he speaks, “See, it’s my job to watch you. I work here, dumbass,” he says, his eyes dropping down to your chest as you cross your arms even tighter. God, I’m such an idiot. Of course he’s watching me because he has to. What the fuck was I thinking? Further embarrassment creeps across your face at the thought of even considering that he wanted you. Then, he leans in closer, the sound of his voice a warm whisper against your ear as he speaks, “What’s your excuse?”

You almost stop breathing. Your thoughts frantically trying to come up with something; anything that wasn’t the truth. You come up blank, your expression must’ve given him the answer he was looking for, because he laughs. He laughs in your face, and as much as you want to be completely pissed off, you’re distracted by the glint of the piercing poised in the center of his tongue. Fuck.

Subduing his laughter he sits up just enough to look down at you, raising an eyebrow as he smirks, “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? That I was watching you because I wanted to?” You glare at him, the all consuming mixture of rage and embarrassment spreading through you as your face flushes. Your nails are digging into your arms so hard that you can feel it through your sweatshirt. You can’t think of a single thing to say, but your mouth moves without thinking.

Your eyes connect, and you spit out exactly what your mind is silently screaming, “Fuck off.” You make sure you don’t look away, pointedly challenging him to say anything remotely clever in response. The grin spreading across his face is the first sign that you’ve lost that challenge.

“Pretty nasty mouth for someone who’s in the library more often than her own room.”

You flare up, everything you’ve been holding in boiling over as you bite back at him, “You don’t know shit about me,” your voice is tight, and growing louder as you let the words spill out of your mouth, “I’m here all the fucking time because I can’t deal with the fact that I have to watch everyone around me have a life while I bury myself in school. I don’t have friends or shit else to do because I don’t have fucking time. I just want to get through this hell so I can finally just do what I want! So could you, please, get the fuck out of my face so I can go.”

“The door’s right there, you could’ve left a long time ago, but here we are,” he says, his smirk dripping with sarcasm.

I’m so fucking done with this shit. You move to get up, grabbing your bag off of the desk as you turn towards the door. Your hand is reaching for the doorknob when you hear his voice again.

“Did you not hear me?”

“Loud and fucking clear. I’m leaving aren’t I?”

“For someone who’s so fucking smart you really are a dumbass,” he says, standing as he takes a step towards you.

Why haven’t you left yet? Why haven’t you opened the door and - It hits you. You replay his words in your mind, picking up on something you were too pissed off to realize until this moment.

You turn around to face him, and you’re eye level with his shoulders, inches away from you. The warm amber scent of him enveloping you as your gaze travels up his neck to the angle of his jaw, finally making eye contact as you speak, “How would you know I’m here more often than my own room?”

“Tch. Like I said before, I work here,” he says, before moving closer, the heat of his breath brushing against your face as he continues, “but I’ll admit getting to see you makes my job less shitty.”

Your chest tightens, the fluttering in your core enough to make your pulse quicken as your lips part slightly.

He’s watching your face, smirking as your body tenses up when he closes the space between you. “But if you really want to leave...” he whispers against your skin, careful not to touch you as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He brings his lips a breadth away from yours, dropping his gaze to your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you on the desk.” he says, his hands still in his pockets as his words melt into you, “If you don’t want me to, tell me right fucking now.”

He’s so close to you, all you had to do was tilt your head up just a little more and your lips would touch. The thought invaded your mind, your breath catching in your throat as your body reacted to his words, tightening your core to the point of aching. You lift your eyes to meet the heat of gaze as you speak, “Do it, then-“

“Fucking finally,” he growls, his voice raspy and low as he makes contact, his lips moving against yours as the palms of his hands travel up to your face. They slide into your hair at the nape of your neck, collecting it in his fist, while the other hand grips your hips. He pulls you into him, moving you against the wall adjacent to the door. Your back meets the wall, the impact strong enough to make sound and your mind is blank. The feeling of his hands, his lips, his body pressed against yours, overwhelming your senses as you grasp onto the fabric of his sweater. His kiss is hungry and breathless, low groans vibrating against your lips as his pierced tongue slips between them, tasting the heat of your wet mouth.

You whimper into him, your body on fire from the inside out as the thin thread of self control you have left is priming to snap. His lips curl up into a smirk at the sounds lilting out of you and a growl ripples through him as he bites your bottom lip hard enough for you to open your eyes. He releases you, his breaths heavy as he presses his forehead against yours. His scarlet irises bore into you as he speaks, “We’re going to have to do something about all that fucking noise you’re making,” he smirks, his eyes traveling from your swollen lips to your legs, taking note of how tightly you’re clenching your thighs together. “You’re a mess already aren’t you?” His breathy laugh brushes against your face as he pulls away hooking his index fingers into the waistband of your leggings and tugging just enough for them to snap back once he releases.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the impact against your sensitive skin, the heat pooling between your thighs as your insides clench. Your body is screaming, begging for him to touch you and your mouth moves on its own. “Please,” you whisper up at him, your hands finding the hem of his sweater as you spread your fingers against his skin, feeling every ridge of hardened muscle beneath it.

He drops his gaze down to your hands as your fingertips explore the surface of his skin. A low rumble vibrates through his chest, as his eyes sear into you, “Don’t forget, you fucking asked for this.” His hands move, pulling your sweatshirt over your head and dropping it onto the floor before he leans into you, pushing his leg between your thighs while he holds both your wrists in one hand above your head against the wall. His other hand grips your hip, his fingertips digging into your skin as his lips meets your neck.

You start to move against him, trying to get a taste of the friction your body is aching for while he teases your neck with open mouth kisses. His breath is hot against your skin, teeth sinking into you, as low groans escape his lips. He feels so fucking good and you haven’t been fucked in so long you might cum before he even gets to feel how wet you are. His lips move up to your ear, his voice low as his breath caresses your skin, “You’re riding my thigh like it’s something else, baby girl.” The hand gripping your hip slides under your shirt as he speaks, palming your breast while he kisses the space behind your ear. His teeth graze against your skin as a rippling growl erupts from him, pulling a whimper from your lips while your pussy grinds against his thigh.

You can feel the length of his hardening cock against your leg as you press yourself against him. He pinches your nipple, igniting every nerve in your body as he grins against your skin, feeling your body bend for him. A gasping moan escapes your lips, the sound filling the space around you as your head drops back against the wall. He pulls his head back just enough to watch your reaction; your eyes squeezed shut as your whines spill from your open mouth. “I can feel your pussy clenching for me, y/n,” he says, his lips trailing down your exposed neck as his hand moves to your other hardened nipple. The pressure he applies is sharp and delicious causing every muscle in your body to tighten, your panting breaths mingling with his hums of satisfaction as he feels you on the edge of unraveling at his touch.

“Fuck...ha...hahh...Katsuki...” You’re on your tiptoes relishing in the feeling of his teasing fingers as your insides coil imagining the feeling of him stretching you out. He grinds against you, his arousal pressing against your leg as your nails dig into the palms of your hands. “Mmm, You’re so fucking sexy, so desperate for this fucking cock aren’t you?”

Your lips are moving before you think, your mind consumed with the heat swelling inside you, “Yes...yes...please.” You lean forward in an attempt to meet his lips but he pulls away, releasing your hands as he moves to grip your hips. You let out a small yelp when he picks you up under your ass, and turns to put you on top of the desk. His hands slide down to the crook of your legs as he stands between them, eyeing you beneath his lashes when he speaks, “Pull them down.” You lean back, searching his face as you try to collect your thoughts. You must’ve taken longer than he wanted because he leans in, placing his hand on the wall behind you as his crimson eyes burn into yours, “You’re taking your sweet fucking time, and you’re already soaked down here?”

His fingers move to your warm center, feeling your arousal soaking through your leggings as he presses circles against your aching clit. Your legs involuntarily squeeze around his hips as his hand drops from the wall to grip a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to make you look at his face as his voice drops, “Spread...your fucking...legs.” Your pulse quickens, your blood heating up as he slows the pace of the pressure he’s circling around your clit and you whimper up at him, giving into the ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.

You want more, you lean back on your hands, hips moving to the rhythm his fingers play against your drenched core as your pleading eyes meet his gaze. You’re in a fucking library, in a room with a huge ass window. But the thought of someone seeing you makes your pulse speed up, sending a heightened thrum of pleasure streaming through you, “Hnnngh...ffuckk…” your hips move faster, cloying for more pressure, more friction, more feeling. Katsuki notices your body’s reaction, tightening his hold on your hair, causing your eyes to squeeze shut from the slight prickle of pain. “You wanna cum so fucking bad don’t you? That pussy of yours is begging for this fucking cock.” All you can do is pant in response, your eyes opening to see his face, smirking down at you as his fingers push harder, “Show me, show me how much you want it so I can see that dripping pussy.”

A breathy moan slips out of your throat as you sit up to push the fabric of your leggings down to your ankles. Katsuki releases his hold on your hair, watching your every movement as his gaze drops down to the essence glistening against your swollen lips. You hear his sharp intake of breath, the air hissing between his teeth as his eyes hungrily take you in before he meets your gaze again. His hooded eyes are a shadowed crimson, the heat rising up to your cheeks as you squirm beneath him.

One of his hands moves to grip the top of your thigh, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin as he slips two fingers from his other hand into his mouth. Your pussy tightens, watching him give his fingers a gentle suck as his gaze locks onto yours. The image is lethal, your breath catching at the sight of his wet fingers sliding past his lips and dropping to your aching pussy to tease your entrance. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet baby,” he hisses between his teeth, as he pinches your clit, the pressure enough to pull a gasping moan from your throat.

Your eyes flutter closed as you stifle a moan and lean your head back against the wall. His fingers maddeningly toy with you as you hear him unbuckle his belt. Sheer curiosity makes your eyelids hover open as you look down, taking in the size of him, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft and gliding over the prominent veins to his cherried swollen tip, dripping pre. You want to taste him so badly, your mouth begins to water and all you can think about is feeling his throbbing cock inside you. You don’t give a fuck if it barely fits. Your pussy clenches at the thought, wordlessly begging to be stuffed to the brim.

A low growl ripples through his chest, “I don’t even have to look at your face to know your pussy’s begging for this cock.” He thumbs the throbbing head of his dick, swirling the pre around his tip while his eyes bore into you. You couldn’t look away from his gaze if you wanted to, even as his fingers leave your aching core to pull you down with a rough tug at the crook of your legs, forcing your ass to the edge of the desk. He leans over your body, bringing his face inches away from yours, sliding a pre soaked thumb into your awaiting mouth flattening your tongue against his calloused finger. You wrap your lips around it, gently sucking and swirling your tongue, tasting his arousal for the first time.

A low moan rises from your throat, vibrating around him as you watch his eyes darken. He presses down against your tongue, forcing your mouth open as he growls, “Mmm you’re a naughty little slut aren't you...” His words send your insides fluttering, your hands balling into fists as your muscles tighten, your walls clamping around nothing but air as you pout. You don’t give a fuck anymore. Someone could stand directly in front of that massive fucking window and record the whole fucking thing. It doesn’t matter. You want him, right fucking now. You roll your hips, grinding your wet pussy against his hard cock. His dick twitches in response grinding through your slit and hitting your clit sending a simpering moan spilling from your open mouth.

You feel him press harder against your tongue and his voice drops, “Such a fucking tease,” he slides his length through your swollen lips, his heat seeping into you as he whispers, “You want this fucking cock? Let’s see how quiet you can be and maybe, I’ll let you cum.” He releases your tongue, slipping his hand under your shirt to swirl his slick fingers around your nipple. You bite your lip, attempting to silence the whimpers rising from your throat as your back arches at his touch, your hands craving to touch him. You reach up, sliding your hands under the fabric of his sweater as you drag your nails down his back. A guttural growl emanates from his chest as he ruts against you, every ridge of his thick cock sliding into your clit.

You can feel yourself melting beneath his hands, his fingers tugging at your nipples as his body moves down leaving soft bites and licks in his wake. The heat of his breath and the cool kiss of the metal stud in his tongue meets your dripping center and it’s enough to send goosebumps flooding across your skin. In one swift motion he’s on his knees between your legs, the back of your thighs resting on his shoulders and his hands gripping you to pull your plush wet lips closer to his smirking mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m not going to be able to- “Shhhh,” you watch his lips as he smiles, looking directly at you. You swallow the moan threatening to escape your lips but your shallow breaths are giving you away, he fucking knows I won’t be able to take this...

Then, he’s inhaling you, his tongue slipping into your clenching pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit while he looks directly into your eyes as he pulls away, “Fuck. You taste so fucking good.” His voice is heated and low, the evidence of your arousal glistening on his lips as he speaks. The image sends your insides fluttering, your muscles tensing down to your toes as your legs attempt to constrict around him. You’re squirming already but he’s got you pinned, wide open and spread out, at the mercy of his vicious fucking mouth.

He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath before he’s latching onto you, his hot wet tongue delving into your silky walls as his piercing vibrates against you with even the slightest groan. You gasp for air, eyes squeezed shut, fingers intertwined in his hair you grind into him, completely blissed out and swimming in the waves of pleasure ebbing through you with every flick and suck. You’re a fucking mess, trying to maintain some modicum of control as he mercilessly swirls his tongue around your pulsing clit. His teeth nestle around it, gently rolling your bundle of nerves between them as he flicks his piercing against you, pulling a low groan from the depths of your core.

He growls, licking your pussy from your clenching entrance to your base of your clit before he looks up at you, “How am I gonna fuck you if you can’t keep quiet with just my fucking tongue, hmm?” The loss of pressure makes you whine, you’re so fucking close. He smirks at you, one of his hands releases your thigh, dropping down to push two of his thick fingers into your warm weeping center. His eyes follow his movements, watching as you take him in, curling his fingers to brush against your most sensitive spot as he slides in and out of you. It’s too much, but you choke down the sobbing whimper cloying in your throat. Your legs shake, breasts heaving as your panting breaths quicken with every thrust of his fingers. You’re biting your lip so hard to keep quiet you might draw blood, but you lean back, putting your weight on your hands to lift your hips and roll into him, letting his long fingers push deeper inside you.

You clamp down around him, your body begging for more; more feeling, more friction, more pressure, you want every little piece of it. You’re at the edge of your control, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back. You can feel him watching you, humming his approval as his other hand releases your leg, “Mmmm, such a good fucking girl with this greedy fucking pussy. You wanna cum for me don’t you...?”

“Yes-yess, pleeease...haah-fuck, FUCK.”

He breathes a soft laugh over your sopping pussy before he devours your soft lips hungrily, lapping up your slit as the rhythm of his fingers speed up.

“Hnnngh...hah-haah, please-fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He’s drowning you, your senses overflowing with the feeling of heat through your body, pushing you to the brink of release. Your pussy clenches around him, his tongue sending sparks through every nerve, punishing you with his thrumming piercing as he moves to sit up on his knees, pushing further into you. He knows you’re close; his hand slides up your body, his nails dragging across your skin until he reaches your lips, sliding two of his fingers into your panting mouth.

He moans into you, making his piercing vibrate faster. Your mouth waters as you wrap your tongue around his fingers, nibbling and sucking on them. You’re a mess, unable to conjure anything except slurred muffled groans around his thick fingers. His lips pull away just enough for you to feel him growl at you.

“Cum for me, right fucking now.”

Fuck...fuckfuckfuck! Your body reacts to his words, wrapping both hands around his arm, digging your nails into his skin as your climax crashes into you. You’re struggling for air but you don’t need it, the blinding light behind your eyelids rippling with the waves of pleasure imploding from your core. He doesn’t stop, his fingers milking your insides, extending your orgasm for everything you’ve got until he slips them out of you, only to delve into your tightening entrance with his tongue, lapping up every drop of your cum.

“So fucking sweet,” he breathes, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, using both of his hands to push the back of your thighs up, inhaling everything you have left as the last tremors spiral out of your body. Eyes closed, floating in the afterglow of your release, you feel him pull your legs back down as he stands in one swift motion. He grips the top of your thighs, roughly tugging you down until your throbbing core kisses the ridges of his dick. Your eyes snap open. Fuck, he’s fucking huge.

Your expression must’ve voiced your thoughts because he expels are a breathy laugh, “You feel that don’t you, how fucking hard I am from tasting your perfect fucking pussy.” His cock twitches against you and your hips roll into him as you moan, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands as you look up at him. Your legs wrap around his waist, tightening from the flush of heat emanating from your core. You want him inside you, to feel the mind numbing combination of pleasure and pain as he stretches you out.

Your voice is a whimper, “Katsuki….please.” You continue to grind against him, your arousal and his dripping pre making you slick and hot. A guttural growl rips through his chest as he leans over you, the palm of his hand slamming on the wall as he brings his lips to your ear. Your body stills, your breaths coming in shallow pants as his muscle toned body presses against you, “Please, what? Tell me what you want, y/n.”

His tongue flicks at your neck, making your words come out in gasps, “Fuck...fuck me...please, please…” Your hands glide beneath the fabric of his sweater, splaying out to pull him closer into you while your nails dig into him. Your back bows off the surface of the desk, tightening your legs around him trying to gain more friction to appease your swollen clit.

“Be a good girl,” he breathes into your ear, “ and control that pretty mouth of yours or I’ll have to do it for you.”

You bite your lip, your need for him coiling inside you as you feel him push himself up far enough for you to feel him hovering over you. Your eyes meet and his hand moves to position himself into you. The head of his cock presses against your soaking entrance, slowly slipping into you as you fight the low moan rising from your throat. He hisses between his teeth as he watches you, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Both of his hands press into the desk, his arms caging you in, as he looks between your bodies, watching himself ease into you inch by inch. He’s already stretching you out, your velvet walls clenching around him as his wet cock slides inside of your clenching pussy. The muscles in his arms tighten, his body tensing as he begins to move his hips, pushing further into you.

“You’re clamping down on me and I’m not even all the way in yet,” he smirks at you, watching your face flush as your pulse quickens. Fuck...he’s going to fucking break me. But you’re too far gone, you want him, and your body speaks for you, lifting your hips as your nails claw into his back. A growl rips through his chest as his head dips, bringing his forehead to yours, “You want it? Okay then…”

Before you’re able to take another breath, he snaps his hips, pulling a yelp from your mouth when he bottoms out inside you. “Fffuck, you feel so fucking good.” You’re whining, struggling to accommodate his size but relishing in the mind numbing feeling of fullness your pussy was already becoming addicted to. “Not so cocky once that pretty little cunt is fucking full, huh?”

The only response you can offer is a whimper as he starts to move. He rotates his hips, grinding deeper into you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. You turn your head, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to stifle the sounds rising from your throat. Your open mouth meets his arm and your teeth sink into him as he pulls out just enough to slam back into you hitting your limit. It takes everything in you not to cry out, but the pain is dulled by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure each deep powerful thrust rains down on you.

“Haah-hah, fuck baby, you’re taking me so well.” His movements find a rhythm, rolling his hips again and again filling you to the brim with every snap. The curve of his cock pushes his tip against your most sensitive spot, stirring your insides, making your body temperature rise with every panting breath. The feeling is intoxicating, drunk on the way your bodies move together, every nerve firing, desperate to drink him in more. You roll your hips, taking the full impact of every merciless thrust, your breath hitching as you choke back a sob. Your nails drag across the span of his back as you hear him hiss through his teeth. His muscles tense, back arching as a growl vibrates through his body. “Ah- FUCK. Ooooh, you want it don’t you. Yeah? You want it?”

“Katsuki, please, I want- I want more.” You’re a sputtering mess, your walls fluttering around his hard cock as he pushes off the desk, gripping your thighs in both of his massive hands. He pulls you further down bringing your ass off the edge of the desk. Your body is completely at his mercy as he pushes deeper into you, his fingertips digging into your skin as his pace speeds up. You don’t have time to adjust to his movements, he drives into you, snapping his hips, impaling you over and over.

“Ahh-ah-fffucckk,” you moan, failing miserably at staying quiet, it’s fucking impossible. It feels too good, you’re too full, overflowing with the sensations pulsing through your body. You grab onto the edge of the desk, fingers gripping the wood as his heavy sack smacks against your ass. “Mmmm,” he growls, What? Can't fucking take it? Fuck- cant control that slutty fucking mouth can you? Pussy drooling all over my fucking cock.” He lifts your shirt with one hand pulling it up to your open mouth and you immediately bite down, the fabric doing everything it can to muffle your stuttering moans.

“That’s right. Such a good fucking girl,” his fingers trail down your body, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples as every ridge of his cock fills all the space you have inside you. “Fuck- your so fucking sexy baby- you wanna cum don’t you...keep biting down on that fucking shirt.” You’re so close, so fucking close, the coil in your core threatening to snap. He feels you clamp down on him, moving one hand to press down on your stomach and the other to your throbbing clit.

The pressure pushes your spot against his dick, his punishing thrusts slamming into it every time as he rubs maddening circles around your clit. “Hnnnnf-hnnnngh!” Your shirt muffles your sobs as you squeeze your eyes closed, the tears prickling at the corners as your back arches, your head thrown back as far as it can go. “Fuck yes- cum on this cock baby...cum for me.”

His words are your undoing, any ounce of control you have left exploding into the myriad of colors flashing behind your eyes. The thin thread at the base of your spine snaps, catapulting you into the stratosphere, overheating and gasping for air. The feeling saturates you, expelling any and every thought your mind could attempt to conjure. You squeeze your legs around him, every muscle in your body tightening as your pussy clamps down on his throbbing dick.

“Fuck- FUCK-mmmm, get ready to swallow every drop of this fucking cum baby.” His voice washes over you, the waves of your orgasm still rippling through your body as you feel him slide out of you. He hooks a finger in the neckline of your shirt, pulling you to sit up as he steps back between your legs. Your eyes land on his straining cock, slick from your arousal and the dripping pre his hand is fisting up and down his shaft. “Open...your fucking…mouth.”

You want to taste him, your mouth waters watching his cock twitch in his hands. Your body is so fucking spent, your legs would give out if you tried getting on your knees. You push your ass back, hinging at the hips and leaning forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you hold your tongue out of your open mouth for him. “Ughggh, fuck,” he groans, watching you as the heat from your breath caresses his dick.

His hand moves faster, his breath catching as his muscles tense. “Fuck-FUCK- you’re so fucking sexy baby, you’re gonna take all this fucking cum aren’t you...yeah? Show me...wrap those lips around my dick baby.” Your insides flutter as you swirl your tongue around the swollen pink head of his cock, tasting the mixture of his pre and your arousal. You inhale the intoxicating scent of him before hollowing your cheeks and taking in as much of him as you can. “Hah-haah, just like that baby-FUCK.” He moves his hand from the base of his dick to the back of your head, your eyes widening as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

His other hand rests under your throat, holding you still while he face fucks you. A low moan rises in your throat, vibrating around his cock as his uneven breaths melt into groans and hisses. “So fucking perfect,” he’s panting, his voice raspy and rumbling, “Taste your slutty fucking pussy on my cock baby?- haah-hah- all this cum I’m gonna shoot down your throat’s cus’ve you.” He’s thrusting harder, his pace speeding up as he stretches you out, hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as tears begin to fall, “Choke on that cock baby, that’s right- take - all of it- fuck, Fuck-FUCK!”

The hand on the back of your head fists your hair as he throws his head back, all of his muscles tensing up as he bucks into your mouth spraying hot thick ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow every drop of him, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths as he slides his dick out of your mouth and pulls your hair, making you sit up. His lips crash into yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth, tasting the remains of your combined arousal. He releases the grip on your hair, bringing his hand down to your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he pulls you in further, sighing into you before he pulls away.

You look up, your gaze meeting the smirk on his face before noticing the smug fucking look in his eyes. You roll your eyes, curling your lips into a grin, “What’s that look for?”

“You had a hard time staying quiet in public,” he says, smiling mischievously at you. “I’m wondering what you’d sound like if I fucked you somewhere else.”

Your eyes narrow. How is he still such a sexy fucking asshole. “I wouldn’t mind testing that theory,” you say, smirking as you lean in, looking up at him, legs dangling off the desk.

"Tch," Katsuki eyes you, his scarlet eyes scanning your body as he steps out from between your legs, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. He looks over at you, "Then, I don’t know what you’re still sitting there for. I’ve gotta clean up the mess you made.”

You grin at him, the irony of him fucking you until your neighbors can hear you screaming almost makes you laugh, pushing the thought of your class project completely out of your mind.

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super-predictable98 · 3 years ago

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Make You Feel my Love | BNHA AU (1 YR special)

Warning: Strong language, little itty bitty angst

Word Count: 1,3k

a/n: So @myherokatsuki is the best and everyone knows that, but today we're celebrating our first year of friendship. Thank you for always being here for me, for being the best writing partner ever, for being my best friend through thick and thin. I hope I can always do the same for you. Love you to the moon and back <3

Masterlist

"Okay... I sense that you're not really in a great mood?" Kirishima asked as he entered Alma's room and even the lights were flickering with the power of her frustration. "Do you want me to distract you, talk about it, or leave and give you some space?"

She looked up at him and the lights finally turned off as she collapsed on her bed. "I need a shark hug," she cried, holding her arms open for him.

With a little smile, he jumped into her arms like a dog, covering her in kisses. The reason why he decided to visit in the first place was that Ji-ae had warned him of the fog seeping out from under Alma's door, meaning something bad was brewing in her brain or her heart.

"I'm the worst friend ever," she murmured, her eyes filled with tears.

"Why? I think you're a great friend!"

"You have to say that, it's your job."

"Before we were dating, we were friends and I promise I'm not just saying that to make you happy. I actually believe you are. Why are you feeling this way?"

Iwazaki sighed in the most dramatic fashion, as she does, and a pained sob escaped her lips. Her already puffy red eyes were leaking her sadness and the darkness in the room seemed to get even darker, if that was even possible.

"In two weeks it's our friendship anniversary, we were supposed to make each other gifts to celebrate. The problem is that I'm untalented, useless, unoriginal, a total piece of shit and I don't even deserve her as my friend."

Kirishima rolled over with a grunt, trapping his girlfriend in a firm embrace. She didn't seem to have problems coming up with gifts for the people she loved. For Christmas, she got him limited edition Crimson Riot merch, made a sweater for All Might from scratch, got everyone their favorite candy, sent a scarf to her mom, and... Oh yeah, what did she give Ji-ae?

Oh, that's right! She bought vintage games for her and a special console with pink glittery controllers. That was an amazing gift, or so he thought, why was she having such a hard time with this one?

"Why don't you ask Bakubro? I bet he'll know what she wants."

"Are you kidding me? I've been her friend for way longer than they've been dating, I know what she wants," Alma scoffed. Despite the fact that she was the one who set the two of them up, sometimes she was a little bit jealous of her best friend being so close to someone else. "The problem is that... I wanted to give her something we could enjoy together, I wanna pour my heart into that gift and make her happy. I want her to know how special she is to me, but nothing I can think of is genuine enough to convey those feelings."

"Hey! What the fuck is going on in there? I can hear you crying from across the hall, it's fucking annoying, floaty!" Bakugou banged on the door.

"Katsuki! Be nice!" Ji-ae hissed, holding his hand to stop him from hitting the door again. "Are you okay, Alma? Can we come in?"

"Sure, whatever," she replied, defeated.

"Great, we can solve this! Ji-ae, Alma is having a little issue with yo-" before Kirishima could finish his sentence, his girlfriend covered his mouth and shook her head in panic.

She didn't want her friend to worry or think that she was a burden in any way. Not to mention, she didn't wanna admit her own flaws, it was a little humiliating that she couldn't create something nice like the bouquet of origami roses Kendo made for Jicchan's birthday.

She couldn't make origami, she couldn't draw, or write, or paint, it was too hot for a knitted sweater, and they didn't share her interest in vintage collectibles.

"What's going on?" Ji-ae asked, turning the lights on to which Bakugou laughed.

"Fuck, you look rough," he glanced at Alma and she flipped him off. "What? You've got black shit all over your face from crying, you look like a monster from a horror movie."

"You look like your parents' biggest disappointment," she countered, not seeing how Katsuki was, in fact, worried too. Of course he didn't show, he'd rather die, but he cared about her.

"Spit it out, what is going on? You're usually tough, so it must be serious," he grumbled, pulling a chair for himself while Ji-ae joined her friends in bed.

"None of your beeswax."

"Can you tell me then?" Ji-ae whispered, pointing at her ear as if asking her friend to do the same.

"It's silly, you don't need to worry, Jicchan," Alma wrapped her arms around the other girl and leaned against her shoulder. "You guys are all making a big deal out of it, it's not that serious. If you keep fussing, Yuga-chan will shove cheese down my throat again, Deku is gonna tell All Might-sensei, who's gonna worry for no reason, and Aizawa-sensei is gonna send me to see Hound Dog-sensei, he freaks me out really bad. Then Monoma-kun is gonna tell everyone that I'm unhinged and my mom will-"

"Boys, can you give us just a second?" Ji-ae asked.

Kirishima nodded, already thinking of all the ways he was gonna spoil Iwazaki with pizza and old movies for their date night. Bakugou tsked and left, trusting that his girlfriend would know exactly what to do to help.

Alma felt so embarrassed, she hated to create drama and make a storm in a glass of water (as her mom would always say), but her love for her best friend was serious business. She never had friends before, the nature of her quirk and her severe mood swings would always push people away.

"Is this about our Galentine anniversary celebration?" Ji-ae asked.

"How did you know?"

"I know everything about you, what's wrong?"

Shaking her head, Iwazaki, tried to stop crying (unsuccessfully). It would be unfair to mark such an important moment with her mental instability.

It all started when Kendo asked a few days back if they were doing anything for the "occasion", and as much as Alma loved her fellow class 1-B friend, she hated her for having such an easy time when it was her turn.

Why do my emotions always have to be such a hurricane inside my head? Why can't I be chill like everyone else?

"Maybe we shouldn't exchange gifts..." she muttered.

"What? No, I already have yours! You don't need to get me anything, but I still want you to have mine," Ji-ae insisted, only making Alma feel even worse.

"I suck! Why do you like me? You're my best friend and I can't even do something so simple for you."

"You're my best friend too, and you don't suck. I don't care about the gift, as long as you put all that passion into it, I'm sure I'll love whatever you come up with. You could draw me a stick figure portrait of us holding hands for all I care."

"I love you, Jicchan," Alma cried. "I promise I'll make the best gift you can possibly imagine even if I stay up all day and all night for the next two weeks."

"I love you so much. And that is the most valuable gift I could ask for," Ji-ae gently kissed the top of her friend's head. "You, Alma, having you is enough... But I wouldn't complain if you made one of those tres leches cakes your mom always brings when she visits."

"Okay, yeah, that can be arranged."

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everafterkeiji · 4 years ago

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Song: La La Lost You by Niki

Summary: With him being the pro hero he is, time slips away while distance grows.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warning: angst, cursing

Quirk: You can read minds and portray them in real life. Example: If they thought about a gun, you create the image of the gun and use the gun. Same goes for you, if you think about a bomb, a bomb is already in your hands ready to use.

Symbols: Italic= flashbacks

A/n: can you pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 fnejdn

While I'm on Sunset, are you on the subway?

While I drive, are you gettin' on the L-train?

Bakugo can feel the longing in his heart as he watches a couple pick out engagement rings. His fists tighten at the sight as he feels an ache in his heart while he longs for an embrace his body misses, a body he missed to cherished, pair of lips he missed to place upon his. He lowers his head as he does his nightly patrols. Winter coming in closer than he realized, another year passing by. He thought he wanted this year to end as fast as it could yet here he is, sorrow and regret on his shoulders. Half of his heart gone, nearly falling apart as he stares at every happy couple his eyes fall upon. Even if his fans came to him, no matter how loud the praises and compliments were thrown at him, he felt nothing.

All he wanted to feel was her.

He wanted to feel how warm she was pressed against him, he wanted to feel her lips on his once again, he wanted to hear her voice again. Not the voice he last heard that was full of sadness but the voice he loved to listen to whenever he had his nightmares, his insecure nights. The softness in her tone, the way every laugh of hers would sound ethereal to him, the feist in her words whenever they had their battles. Now all those sounds seem to grow deaf to him. It's been a year, a year without her. A rather long year for him. Everyday he had to wake up to a cold bed, no arms wrapped around him, no view for him to enjoy when he opens his eyes. The way your moments were held in the walls surrounding him, every milestone of your relationship cherished in one household. He felt as if it was mocking him, making him remember the happiness your relationship brought him.

Hope that eases the pain

So you remember to miss me

Before, your house was filled with pictures of you two. Now it was empty, a house for one man when it was supposed to be a house for his ever after with her. Where was his savior? Where are the soft melodies she'd sing to him whenever he had his insecurities drag him down? All these moments he can only replay in his mind.

As he opens the door, he remembers the smile that falls on his lips no matter how exhausted he was, ready to see his girlfriend safe and sound in their own house. He'd catch her asleep on the couch with her favorite blanket cuddled up to a stuff toy he won her in a game.

He lets out a tired sigh before stepping in the shower. He closes his eyes, trying to surpass the way his eyes wanted to shed tears at the sight of her without his side. The more he tries to ignore it, the farther she gets from his view. He only remembers the way he raised his voice at her, the tears that ran down her cheek. The hurtful things that left his mouth, he never meant to say.

Unsaid things only to be said to a wall as his chances were slimming down as time passes. The words he wanted to say only being said when he was intoxicated but the person he badly wanted to say it to wasn't there to listen.

Does the trick for all of the things left unsaid

He didn't dare to face his friends, knowing questions and reactions are the only things he's gonna get from them. They'd be the ones to mention your name when they notice your disappearance. Kirishima knows about the split and has made many attempts to get the blonde back on his feet like he used to but every attempt would just end in bottles on the floor and carrying Bakugos intoxicated body back in your old couch.

Kirishimas heart wanted to cry for him.

Whenever your name was mentioned in missions or groups, he'd noticed the sadness that sets in his eyes and expression while he tries to hide it by being his aggressive self. Even as his best friend, there's nothing that he could do when the only solution to Bakugos heart was you.

You tried to ignore the fact that every night for a year you drowned out your emotions by overworking yourself and thinking that by being surrounded by lights and alcohol brought you contentment while you had no clue of what your other half was doing. Like him, you craved nothing more than to be with him.

Some have tried to contact you, you tried to sound believable as possible. Trying to sound like the boy you love was still around you pulling pranks behind you or him randomly wrapping his arms around you.

But you're on the other side of the country.

An offer you couldn't possibly lose, not even letting him know where you were. Him only knowing when the news had caught you fighting off villains in a city he can't just run to when he missed you. You knew that distance never fixed anything but at this point is there anything to be fixed? When laid out in front of you two are broken pieces of your own hearts. Scatted in cities where he remembers you by, scattered in his clothes that fit like a dress on you, scattered in streets making a path for you two to retrace your steps and fix what's happened. Hanging onto memories day by day. Trying to grasp a reality that was too good to be true.

All my demons have your smile

Unlike him, your surroundings were new.

Everything was new. You weren't stuck to suffer in the place where your love blossomed, the new environment insisting you to change but the way you saw couples and kids ticked you off to the very least.

December hasn't been this cold than you remember it. You shed a tear or two whenever you overheard one of the heroes ramble on how excited she was that she was engaged. It would've been 6 years with him by next month and a ring should've been placed in your very hands by now knowing the shared conversations you two had about marriage.

Saddened by the thought of it, you head home changing out of your hero clothes. You sat in the train, your exhaustion getting the best of you as you opened your eyes to see Bakugo sitting in front of you but as you blink he was gone. As the train goes under a tunnel, you look at the window as your memories play like some movie scene. You turn to look at the couples that surrounded you and your mind betrays you thinking of a girl that can make Bakugo happy like you did.

The darkness of the train enabled you to cry. You covered your face in your hands as you let out a sob. As a hero you couldn't care if people saw you like this, everyone had a breaking point. You've had enough of today. You continue to cry as you tighten the grip on your sweater and on the necklace that you wore.

"Who knew you could do things like this?" You teased as he taps your nose. You were set on his lap as he brings out a box. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks at you with love, love and nothing more.

"Shut it, dumbass. Now turn around." You rolled your eyes as you turned around, your back facing his chest. He sits up properly, gently moving your h/c aside as a cold piece of jewelry was placed around your neck. Once it was attached, Bakugo pressed light kisses on your shoulder as he whispers for you to face him. When you did, he smiled.

"You look amazing, Y/N." He says with pink painted cheeks. You blushed at his words your hand playing with the necklace.

"What's this for, Katsuki?" You asked as you intertwined your hands with his. He kisses the back of your hand as he looks at you.

"So you'll always have me."

As you wipe your tears, you felt a buzz in the pocket of your jeans. Picking it up the name "kiri<3" flashes before you. Sniffling a bit, you decided to answer.

"Kirishima? Is everything okay?"

Meanwhile on the other line, Bakugos breath hitched at the sound of you. It was another night where he dragged Kirishima to another bar and drown his feelings. He begged Kirishima to dial your number, just to hear it even if it wasn't meant for him.

"Hey Y/N! Sorry if I called a little later than expected, you doing okay? This is really random and unmanly-"

"Kiri it's fine! I'm fine yeah just heading home. How are you by the way?" Bakugo stays silent as he hears your voice. He missed it so much. He hadn't felt this desperate since you left.

"Well I'm doing fine too, Y/N. Guess I kinda just miss my partner in crime." You smiled at his words, finally feeling relieved after your session of crying.

"I miss you too, Eiji. How-"

"Y/N!" A familiar voice suddenly rushing to your ears as you sit up. It's him. Bakugo tries to steal the phone from Kirishima but Kirishima won't give it to him, thinking it was wrong for Bakugo to talk to you in a state like this.

"Bakugo-" The call ends before you can even say anything else. Kirishima sighs as Bakugo notices the call has ended.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR SHIT HEAD?!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU CALL HER ON YOUR OWN, BAKUGO!" Kirishima shouts. Bakugo is taken aback by his sudden burst of words. Bakugo stays silent as Kirishima puts his phone in the pocket of his jeans.

"If you love her why don't you call her yourself? Make some fucking plans with her, talk it out. You're suffering because you're weak enough to reach out to her. This would've been simple from the beginning when you actually had the balls to talk to her and apologize!"

"If you feels so shitty about Y/N leaving, we're her friends too you know. We also lost her. I always have your back Bakugo, but this time this is your problem." Kirishima leaves your apartment with a sigh of defeat as he glides over your phone number, texting a sorry before he went home. Bakugo had his head hung low, taking in every word he heard.

He's right. He thought.

You had a hand placed on your heart when you heard him. You figured that it didn't end well for Kirishima when the call ended. Your screen flashes before reading the message.

kiri<3: I'm really sorry about that Y/N, but I do miss you. we all do. especially bakugo.

When you were home, your hand traces over the blocked contact of your other half. You smile as you reread your past conversations. But as you hug your pillow shutting the device off, you felt your eyes close remembering the warmth you used to have when he slept beside you.

He came home from a patrol, promising to save as many as he can but ended up saving only half of what he intended to. The cries of people ringing in his ears. He felt low, unworthy, selfish, weak. He couldn't save them, he could've been better. Now he realizes the fear that grows on him that he can't always save you.

"What the fuck did you say, Katsuki?! You don't get to say shit like I'm not a hero like you! We're both fucking exhausted. I'm asking you for one, one day." You shout.

He wasn't as strong as you. He utters words that mean the complete opposite of what he wanted to say, even denying love when he first experienced it. So scared of feeling emotions since the only thing he relied on was himself. He is strong in battles, the thrill giving him life, excitement. This is what he wanted. To live the life of his idols, to surpass them and show them he meant every word when said he wanted to be #1. What he didn't want was a girl who held his heart with strings. Playing with his emotions, discovering the branches of love. Discovering how his world changed when he fell for the girl he could never reach. He didn't want his heart to be fragile. He wanted it to be tough and unbreakable, a barrier around it where no one can see through his sharp demeanor. But there she was. Breaking every barrier with ease. In this moment, his heart made barriers once again.

"I fucking meant it when I said I don't have any time to be with you anymore. I need to work, Y/N! Why cant you get that through your fucking skull" He shouts back, a finger to your forehead pushing you back. Your cheeks were from the anger that sprung to your spirits. Every part of you was aching with anger. Tears spilling from your eyes as he watches you.

"That's all you ever fucking do Katsuki! Do you just purposely forget that I also work hard and here I am asking for one night with my boyfriend and you're pushing me aside like I'm nothing to you!"

"Nothing?! Maybe you just don't fucking understand what I'm saying! I have my own shit to deal with and I can't always drop everything for your needy ass. Do you need me to pat you on the back for being a good hero? You shouldn't even call yourself a hero when I'm the reason you even made it this far, princess." You closed your eyes as your hands turned white from how much you were tightening them.

Y/N, don't believe it. Please. I'm begging you-

"OF COURSE YOU GOT ME HERE! Call me anything you want. Weak, laid back, unworthy, low, insecure, stupid, worthless, have at it but I'm fucking drowning in my own stress, shitty paper work and patrols. I am a hero. You don't get to fucking remove that title from me. While you got me here, you're forgetting all the shit I did for you!"

"The things you did for me? What, like love? That's nothing to me."

Love.

All the smiles you've given him. The moments where you made him realize that if he wasn't the #1 hero, the only thing that mattered him was you. The memories of you with your head on his shoulder enjoying the sunset while he talks about how much he loves you. The feeling of his hands intertwining with yours as you danced in your living room. The moment where he said he'd catch you no matter what. The moments where you would wake up to his kisses on your face. The feeling when you see him safe and sound as you hug him enjoying life when his love surrounded you. The feeling when you imagined yourself marrying the perfect man for you.The promises. Future plans. The kisses. Never ending hugs. 5 years with the person who made you the happiest, who made you determined, who made you feel like you can conquer anything, who made you believe in love even in the toughest ways.

It was all nothing.

You bite your lip as your head hung low. He hears your sobs and it wasn't enough for him to wake up from all this anger. He needed you just as much as you did, but in this moment he didn't realize it. He thought he needed a break, some silence to drown out the cries of the people he had left behind but now he can only hear his heart shattering. Piece by piece. Torn. With every word he says. With every glance he gives you, seeing you so hurt because of him. He bared no meaning to his words and he hopes you can see that he too needed saving but he notices the drop in your tone. Dull eyes, tear stained cheeks, unsteady breathing.

"I just w-wanted to be with you.. t-to be saved. To be saved from this asshole of a man claiming he loves but me pushes me away like dirt. A man who tells me an empty promise of always being there to catch me. Katsuki, was it all really nothing y-you?" He bites his lip before taking a step forward but you step back, life drained out of you. Every color saturated to liveliness was nothing but black and white now. Storms and heavy weather. Tears and broken hearts.

I can't do this.

"I just can't save you anymore." He whispers but you heard it clear as day. You let out the most painful sob as your knees give in, a thud to the floor as you cover your face in your hands. Now the fear in his head of him never saving you, he only faces the truth that he can't save everyone, even you. Your sobs echoed through the house as he turns around to wipe away his tears, a hand to his pained chest. As his back was turned to you, you left to go to your room. He notices your disappearance as he only sits on the couch, knowing the events that were to happen next. You grabbed a bag stuffing in whatever you could as you continued to release your sorrows. When you were finished you took a last good look on your room. The room where every nightmare was comforted with love, the room where secrets were shared, deep fears, everything. You take a deep breath before opening the door. You see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

You both wake up with tears in your eyes as your head weighed a ton, making you grip your pillow with such force, completely unhappy you were greeted this way. You looked up at the mirror to see bags under your eyes, puff cheeks, and a version of you that you despised to see everyday.

Not a single glow of happiness.

You weren't ready to face another tiresome day at the agency but your limbs forced you to knowing it'd be another patrol then by the night some paperwork and then patrolling once again. His words replayed in your mind, still affecting you with how he belittled you as a hero. Sure, you couldn't save millions but you saved hundreds, even if you were on brim of your quirk affecting your mental state, you would still save thousands.

And it pains you that he doesn't even notice how your quirk affects your mental being.

It takes immense focus for you to portray what you needed, and it requires you to be sharp and quick with your mind. Yet, overusing it alters the reality you wanted. Your mind playing a sick game to your overall being, stuck in the darkest part of your mind, leading you the same night that started it all.

But he still wouldn't save you.

Bakugo had his vermilion eyes on the road, as the others discussed on the upcoming mission. He didn't even bother to pay interest on where they were going, more focused on fighting with the villain and finishing the job.

Maybe it was the hundredth time today where he thought about you.

He looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his mind leads him to remember your smile and your features he loved to gaze his eyes on. Now, villains and explosions were the only things that clouded his vision or sometimes the sight of his companions, which didn't really help him.

Then the vehicle comes to a stop, his eyes landing on a store. Seen through the glass was a beautiful dress, painted in her favorite color, with the perfect length and dainty design. He smiles to himself, visualizing how stunning she'd look wearing it, especially seeing her skin looking so bright and healthy under the winter atmosphere.

She'd love that. He says to himself, feeling bittersweet that he wanted to buy it, but who would even wear it? He can't just give it to her without having a conversation. Even if it's been nearly a year, how can he prepare for something he avoided?

He steps out of the vehicle, feeling exhausted thinking about her. He hears his companions talk about splitting up so each hero wouldn't be suspected, he agrees with them, not even bothering to give them a snarky comment. He was too occupied with the thought of you in that splendid dress.

He wonders around the city, hands to his pockets. Especially in his hero costume, he received so many stares from the people. He'd either glare back at them or ignore them completely, but this time he just let them stare for as long as they liked. The only pair of eyes he wanted to land on him was yours, your ever stunning ones.

He remembers the moments where the sun beamed perfectly on your eyes, depicting the color with such grace and beauty. He remembers every memory where your eyes were gateways to your emotions, filled with such genuine and love. It even helped him at times where words weren't needed to express the way he felt. He loved how you managed to read him so easily, like a book she's memorized every page of. Even the slightest change in his tone, you were able to pick it up and soon interrogate him if he was okay.

He watches a couple who had boxes in their hands with smiles evident in their eyes and lips. He watches as the man gestures to help the girl but she declines walking ahead of him, he follows behind the girl making sure the boxes wouldn't fall.

"Katsuki stop!" She shouts with a giggle, he ignores her completely, pushing her slightly to make the boxes fall. She completely looses balance as the boxs fall on the floor. She gasps as she runs to punish the blonde as he quickly puts down the boxes as he runs away from her. You can hear her screaming profanities at the man as the couple runs around outside their house.

Bakugo hides from her, eyeing her from his secret spot. He takes the opportunity when he sees her completely confused he was gone, so he takes you by surprise by slinging you over his shoulders, chuckling at how she threw mild punches at his back.

"Babe! How are we gonna finish moving in our stuff!" She says with a laugh, still trying to beg for him to put her down. He spins around making her laugh even more as he sets her on the ground. The sun beams down on them, her eyes glowing so beautifully under the golden light. His hand reaches her cheeks, squishing it lightly as he smiles at her expression.

"Who said we even needed to finish it today? C'mon. We have the house all to ourselves." Katsuki says, as you sighed giving into him. He smirks to himself as he lifted you off the ground once again, swinging you over his shoulders too easily.

"Baby!"

His eyes wander elsewhere, feeling his chest tightening once again at the memories that resurface upon him.

After a long fight with a villain who kept scarring you with their weapon, your mind was completely going to collapse at any minute. You've been creating bullets and barriers for so long you didn't notice how other objects that you didn't need were suddenly made, dropping behind you. You can feel the throbbing pain of your head as you limped to the town. Random objects still were popping up every minute and it annoyed you how your quirk was out of your grasp.

(TW! Hallucination/Panic attack)

You simply wanted water and some first aid kit to make sure you make it to your agency but when you imagined the bottle of water, you immediately acted like it was created but it wasn't. All the things that you thought you made weren't there and you felt your eyes feel droopy as you let your hand hold onto the wall for support. It was starting to alter your reality, making it worse for you to think straight while your thoughts were all tied in loops from overusing it. Your vision blurring at the sight of people who were walking by.

Your mind was growing more and more explosive as you felt pain surround your head. You let out a scream as you felt every part of your head ache as unnecessary objects were still appearing beside you. This scream alerts the people but they chose not to gather around you, unsure what was happening. They were all muttering questions but this only added to the problem as you started panting, harshly closing your eyes trying to avoid any eye contact from them. You heard a loud shout before your mind completely goes blank, feeling like you were shot. It happened all too fast as you fall to your knees, mind empty and damaged, your system completely failing to support you as a person was seen pushing through the sea of people.

Then, their eyes met.

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violetarks · 4 years ago

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Just A Game: Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't

Anime: My Hero Academia

LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP

"Shinso, you don't want to watch with us?" Uraraka questioned, settling down in between Todoroki and Midoriya.

The man shook his head. "No. You guys are probably gonna' watch some boring rom-com." He joked, brushing a hand through his hair.

It's been two days since he last spoke to Y/N.

They were completely cut off from each other. No, they didn't delete their numbers off of their phones, but they weren't talking at all. It gave Y/N time to cool off and work on her song as well as stream sometimes. Shinso worked on streaming by himself and helping others with their videos.

"Y/N came out with a new song!" Uraraka giggled out in excitement, turning on YouTube on the TV, "Only the music video is out for now, but I heard all her friends helped to film it!"

Shinso visibly tensed up at her words. They hadn't mentioned anything about Y/N to him, just guessing that they were having some trouble. But it completely went out of Uraraka's head as soon as she read Y/N's Twitter post that said ''Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't' is out now on my YouTube channel!! Go check it out or else I'll send Bakugou after you 😡😡😡'.

Shinso sighed out, "I'm good. I need to make some lunch for us anyway."

They said their 'thank you's to Shinso as Iida told him to be careful in the kitchen. He stood in the kitchen for a while, mind going to Y/N. She looked so hurt when he admitted he lied. And maybe she would've felt better if he just poured out why he felt this way, to lie and such.

The chatter of Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka died down at the girl pressed 'play' on the TV.

Shinso stood behind them in the living room doorway. He didn't want to sit with his friends right now. He just wanted to be alone and watch the music video.

The music came out gently at first. The plucking of the strings on the electric guitar was simple. It sounded like the feeling of falling. The video started out on a blank screen, the words 'Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't' on the black background. Underneath showed the people's names.

Vocals: L/N Y/N, Kirishima Eijiro

Guitars: Kirishima Eijiro (lead), Kaminari Denki (back-up electric), Jirou Kyoka (bass)

Drums: Bakugou Katsuki

Cameras: Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta

And then the drum beat came in behind, slowly at first as the first verse came up.

"'By now I got your bad habits all memorized, like, when I know you need me most'," Y/N sung, hand on the microphone as she tugged the wire behind her, "'You go and shut me out, figures, you Gemini."

They decided not to film a big music video, just one in the studio. They got Mina and Sero to dl the camera work, and God, did they do a great job

"Wow, she can really sing!" Midoriya commented before Uraraka quieted him down. She was a huge fan of Y/N's.

"'And I'm not sayin' that I've got, all of the answers, but,'" She kept going, Mina's camera panning to Kaminari who was focusing on the guitar at the moment, "'Boy, I've been in love before'."

Jirou had sung in the harmonies, adding in the ones they agreed on. It sounded like honey.

He wondered who she was in love with before him, and if they did a better job. Y/N admitted that she wanted to be more than friends with Shinso, and he blew it. Maybe the other person who loved her treated her better.

"'It's not always peachy, look, life ain't that easy,'" Y/N kept going, tapping her foot in beat with Bakugou's soft drumbs, "'But one thing I know for sure is it—'"

"'Shouldn't,'" She sung lightly with Jirou behind her, looking up to the camera with a completely 'done' expression, "'Be this hard, you couldn't, DTR. Oh wouldn't, it be nice, if we could stay friends? But we shouldn't.'"

The camera caught how Kirishima and Bakugou glanced at each other before at Y/N. It wasn't very discrete in the shot of the whole band.

Shinso clenched the fabric of his sweater as he watched her. She was gorgeous, on and off camera.

"Y'know what? I couldn't." Y/N went on, one hand brushing the back of her neck whilst the other held onto the microphone, "'Nough's enough. If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this... hard."

She looked deep in thought and would've stayed that way if it wasn't for Kirishima's little riff on his guitar.

Shinso noticed how she looked to the ground, swallowing before looking back up to the camera with a small grin.

She began to walk around the studio, tugging the wire behind her. "You wonder why suddenly, I'm coming off indifferent." She chimes, shrugging her shoulders innocently, "'What you don't seem to understand is..."

She stood next to Jirou, who was smiling at her friend. She hadn't seen Y/N this passionate about a song in ages. Jirou didn't like the intention behind it, but she always loved seeing Y/N give her all.

"It's not anything you said, it's everything you didn't. Ooh," Y/N spoke, glaring at the camera as Jirou harmonised with her. It was obvious who she had in mind. She hoped he saw this.

Shinso definitely did, he was feeling his heart rate increase slowly as she spoke. She meant every word she said and Shinso had the front seat to who she meant it to.

"Yeah, you." She sung, waving a finger in the air, "You always answered with, more questions to questions that scare you."

Y/N stood in the middle of Kirishima and Kaminari, tilting her head down to the camera. She wore a face that said she was truly angered, but was hiding it behind her smile. But it fell for the next line.

"We're not always peachy, look, love ain't that easy." Y/N stated, Bakugou in the background of the shot twirling his drumsticks in between his fingers.

"But one thing I know—" Y/N struck her fist up into the air, as did Kaminari and Kirishima, "I know it for sure that it!"

"Shouldn't," Jirou came in as Y/N finished the climax of that line.

"Be this hard, you couldn't," Y/N went on after taking a deep breath, pulling the mic back to her lips, "DTR. Oh wouldn't, it be nice if we could stay friends? But we shouldn't!"

Kaminari had whistled in the background at her voice. Y/N sung this chorus with so much more heat and push, making it sound less soft and passive-agressive than the last. Making it now — just agressive.

But Kirishima and Bakugou focused on their instruments. They knew how much Shinso hurt her. Which is why they encouraged her to sing this song for the album, it would help her get all this hatred out of her system.

"Y'know what? I couldn't!" She called, hand in her hair as she went over to Kirishima. As Sero's camera followed her, she leaned her arm against Kirishima's shoulder. "'Nough's enough! If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this hard."

Bakugou's drumming was the main attraction in the music background for the third verse.

"I drank too much tonight to not try to call you up." Kirishima finally joined in, singing into the microphone that stood in front of him. He worked with Jirou to help get his voice to suit this song better. "I mean, that's what our phones are for."

"Even Kirishima? Damn, they're all talented." Todoroki commented, sipping from his glass as Uraraka shifted in her spot.

She squealed, "Oh my God! People are gonna' go crazy over this! A duet between Kirishima and Y/N!"

Shinso didn't like that. The idea of Kirishima and Y/N together right after they broke it off, as friends. He wanted a second chance to make things better.

Mina's camera showed Kaminari throwing up a fist to cheer on his best friend, Jirou smiling at Kirishima.

It made the red-haired boy grin through his singing. "Not one for titles, girl, in other words — terrified." He said, seeing Y/N lift herself off of him to whisper to Bakugou about something.

Shinso was terrified. He hated to admit it. Perhaps that was why he could lie. Because he was scared.

The next line made him blush red. "That pussy kicked my rules out the door."

Y/N only grinned at him.

Shinso felt his heart ache.

Kaminari wrote that sentence. He wrote all of Kirishima's lines. Which made Jirou and Y/N laugh in rehearsals.

Kirishima shook his head, Sero's camera now focusing on him. "I could take more shots or I could take you, off your blouse." Kirishima sung as Y/N came back to her spot, still watching him, "My favourite parts of fucking is either when I'm done or when you're walking out my house."

Again, Shinso grit his teeth as he listened to those lines.

But why? Y/N wasn't his.

Jirou had hit Kaminari for writing that line as he claimed it was too late to change it now.

As Y/N twirled the microphone wire in between her fingers, Kirishima closed his eyes and went on, "You don't pick up when I call unless I call you 'mine'. But one thing I know is it—"

"Shouldn't!" Y/N came in again, taking the last chorus again with Jirou. Kirishima went back to focusing on his guitar.

He tried calling her. She didn't pick up. Ever. Maybe because she was filming and editing, or because she didn't want to waste the time on him.

"Be this hard. You couldn't, DTR. Oh wouldn't, it be nice if we could stay friends? But we shouldn't..." She sung, tilting her head to the side with closed eyes.

Y/N held onto the microphone tightly as Jirou watched her intensely. "Y'know what? I couldn't! 'Nough's enough!" She sung loudly, mic pulled away a bit to prevent peaking, "If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this..."

She took a deep breath in before letting it out in the song. "Hard — ah, ah, ah—ah, ah, ah..." She sung in melody with Jirou, closing her eyes with knitted brows. She was about to burst. "Oh, woah, woah—Hard, ah, ah! Mm!"

When Y/N opened her eyes, she stared at the ground. The drumming was dropped and the only one playing was Kirishima, the lead guitarist for the song.

She sighed, "It's not always peachy, look, love ain't that easy. But one thing I know, for sure is we... shouldn't."

The music stopped and was replaced by Kaminari's cheers. They finished the take in one go. He set his guitar down and ran up to the girls, engulfing them in giant hugs as he complimented their voices.

Y/N giggled, hugging back with Jirou, who looked madly annoyed. Bakugou only came towards them at Y/N's whining, telling him to be a team player. He allowed her to wrap an arm around his neck, saying how good his drumming was.

The last to join the hug was Kirishima. He stood in front of Y/N, placing a hand on top of her head and ruffling her hair. She complained about it until he rested a kiss on her forehead.

That's where the video cut off.

Shinso squinted at the TV before overhearing Uraraka compliment how well they sang and how great they performed all together. She always loved their friendship group.

Iida said something about the camera work and how the transitions were smooth.

Midoriya liked how they seemed relaxed all the time during the recording.

Todoroki mentioned how it kind of hinted to Kirishima and Y/N being a couple.

Shinso walked back into the kitchen.

Fun Fact: Y/N and her best friends really only met through Kaminari spilling his tea over Y/N's shirt at the cafe they all coincidentally studied at. She had her music playing through her headphones, which is why Jirou had introduced herself since she liked the artist too. Kaminari and Mina cried over ruining a pretty outfit. Kirishima apologised for their behaviour. Bakugou hit the two for their actions. Mina invited Y/N to come to their table and pay for her food in return.

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finnsucks23 · 5 years ago

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Heather.

•Bakugou/Shinsou x Reader•

A/n: I got into a sad mood, so enjoy some angst.

Warnings: Angst, somewhat OOC Bakugou, feelings.

Song: Heather by Conan Gray.

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"I still remember, third of December."

"Katsuki-" you cried out, tugging on his sleeve as he only glared down at your shivering form.

You sniffled a bit, ignoring how the cold numbed your nose. "Can we go now? I'm freezing." You pouted, trying to hug closer to his form.

Bakugou only sighed, mumbling about how he didn't want to go home just yet. "Just... here." He pulled his arm away from you, leaving you a shaking mess.

Without warning, he pulled his black hoodie from his body. Throwing it on you, he furrowed his eyebrows together as he watched you put it on.

"But what about you? You must be cold too." You pouted, grabbing hold of his arm again. Katsuki only shrugged, continuing to uphold his bad boy persona.

"Nah, my quirk can help me out a bit. Plus, it looks better on you." With his words, your chest swelled yet again. Looking down to hide your blush, you noticed how the fabric reached to your midthighs.

"Me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you."

The fiery boy continued to walk with you at his side, clinging to him like a lost child. And that's how it was for the rest of the night, no more words were exchanged as you walked through the dark.

You had decided a long time ago that you would do anything to make him happy.

"Only if you knew, how much I liked you..."

The next day, you were gathered at the lockers. Standing between Kirishima and Bakugou, giggling at the annoyed facade that the blond put up. Only you knew how much the hothead actually cared for his friend.

The bickering suddenly stopped, and you turned towards Bakugou following his own eyes.

Your heart clenched and a sudden gut feeling had you wanting more air.

"But I watch your eyes as she walks by."

Dark green hair sat on her shoulders as she smiled, waving towards Bakugou.

"Bakubro! Who was that? Do you know her?" Kirishima perked up, looking at you for a split second.

"That's Setsuna. She's just an extra from class 1-B." Bakugou scoffed, trying to shrug it off.

"What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky."

You didn't miss the light shade of pink dusted over his cheeks, you looked up to Kirishima with a frown as he shrugged.

"You are still staring, dude." Kiri lightly punched Katsuki's arm, making him start yelling yet again.

"She's got you mesmerized, while I die."

Tears streamed down your face as you couldn't breath.

"C'mere..." Strong arms pulled you into a chest as you sobbed uncontrollably, your fingers gripping the fabric of the shirt they wore.

"Y/n... I'm sorry. I know how much you like him." Shinsou cooed as he pet your hair, trying to comfort you in any way possible.

"I- I don't get it!" You yelled, trying to pull away out of anger, but Hitoshi was too strong as he held you in place.

"Am I not good enough?" Your voice cracked under the pressure, It broke Shinsou's heart to see you this way.

"Why would you ever kiss me?"

Bakugou stood at your door, a frown on his face as always. However, it seemed... less intense than usual.

"Hey..." he rested one hand on the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with you as his red irises stared at the ground.

"I was wondering if I could have my sweatshirt back? I need it since it's my only one."

You said nothing as you disappeared towards your bed, grabbing the fabric and pinching it between your fingers.

"God damn it Suki..." you mumbled, feeling the tears well up in your eyes.

Quickly, you walked back to the door and just handed it to him. Not even saying goodbye before you shut it in his face, feeling your heart ache and stomach turn.

"I'm not even half as pretty."

The chattering coming from the opposite direction of where you were walking caught your attention.

"Isn't it so cute? I think he really likes me!" The girl cried out, turning your head to look at what was happening, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Black with a skull? That's just so like Bakugou!" Another girl replied.

Setsuna stood wearing the sweater you had returned to him yesterday.

"You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester."

You avoid him that entire week.

The two of you, as close as friends could be, had now become strangers.

You began to question about everything that you knew about Katsuki.

Did he lie to you all those times when he said he didn't have an interest in girls?

Had he suddenly come to his senses and realize he could have a girlfriend and become the number one hero?

Why didn't he tell you?

Why couldn't he just say something?

Anything to protect you from the heartbreak you were going through.

"But you like her better... wish I were Heather."

You cursed under your breath, ignoring the hammering feeling in your chest as you opened your dorm room door.

Shinsou stood with a sleepy smile, glancing down at the dress you wore.

"You look so good, Y/n. Just try to have some fun tonight, yeah?" He reached for your hand, holding it tightly as you nodded.

"Don't leave me alone tonight... please?" You begged him, moving to wrap an arm around his waist.

"I promise." The lilac haired boy loomed over you, giving you playful wink.

"Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand."

You held the red cup in your hand as you watched from across the room, Bakugou was stuck with that group of girls you saw Setsuna with.

You huffed, taking a drink of the bitter and burning liquid.

"He looks so bored." You complained, Hitoshi only chuckled in response. His elbow resting on your shoulder, "Go save him then, I'm sure he would appreciate it." Your friend ushered.

"Nah... I give it a couple minutes before he blows his cool." You smirked, feeling guilty for wishing that upon those girls.

"Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder."

The smile you wore dropped as he began to laugh, moving his arm to hold her closer to his body.

He never laughed like that... not with you.

"But how could I hate her?"

Someone's hand had slipped into yours, and you didn't bother to look back at the happy couple as you were pulled into a different direction.

"She's such an angel."

You finally looked up, the tall scrawny boy you had grown to know was pulling you away from the scene that was breaking your heart.

"You don't need to see that shit, Y/n." He frowned, seemingly irritated.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked, voice small and anxious. The last thing you'd want is for your now only friend to be upset with you.

"Of course I'm not, I'm pissed off with him." Shinsou grumbled, sitting you down on the empty couch.

He sat beside you, putting his arm over your shoulder, and tugging you into his chest.

"But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she walks by."

"Do you think she is pretty?" You meekly asked in almost a whisper, Hitoshi still heard you and he sighed deeply.

Running a hand through his hair, he stayed silent for a minute.

"I don't think a lot of people are pretty. People just aren't my thing." He sighed, fingers lacing between strands of your hair.

"What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky."

You nuzzled into his chest, sighing as you listened to his heartbeat over the sound of the music.

"I do know one thing," You held your breath, hearing how his heartbeat quickened.

"She's got you mesmerized, while I die."

Lifting your head slowly, you stared into his violet eyes. A sloppy smile on his face, he looked so worn out as usual but this time... this time there was a tinge of happiness.

"I know that you are single handedly the most beautiful girl I've ever met." His fingers moved to your chin, lifting it slowly.

"Why would you ever kiss me?"

His soft lips connecting with yours in a quick and subtle kiss, your chest exploded with so many feelings at once. It was hard to distinguish what had been happening.

"I'm not even half as pretty."

Your furrowed eyebrows made him worry as you both pulled away, confusion evident on your face.

"Hitoshi..." you frowned, moving to cup his cheek. Pulling him towards you again, you sighed happily as you kissed him again.

"You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester."

"Why?" You finally asked, hand slipping from his face. A smile was still planted on your lips as you tried to hide in his jacket, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment.

"I already told you,"

He chuckled, moving away from you so he could look at you face to face.

"You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Y/n."

"But you like her better..."

"I'm bored, wanna go see a movie or something?" He smirked, nose twitching as you smiled and nodded.

"I wish I were Heather."

You stood up, smoothing out your dress when sudden shiver ran down your spine.

You took in a sharp breath and covered your arms, trying to stay warm.

"Here..." Shinsou loomed above you as he shrugged off his leather jacket.

Without warning, he draped it over your shoulders.

You instantly felt warm as you blushed and held it closer to you, the smell of his cologne making you feel so content in the moment.

He grabbed your hand, and without looking back, you left behind a scowling Katsuki Bakugou.

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thekeigospichula · 4 years ago

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I was thinking about omegaverse A!Katsuki doctor and O!Izuku single mom. This is a vomiting word, but I'm planning make a mini fic?

Cw// Mysogyn/ anxiety attack / violence (?) /

Bakugo was in his break, usually he got food of the hospital dinner, but nah, he was tired of that shit.

The nearest restaurant was a fast food place, they served hamburgers and trash food

Ago some time that he didn't eat that shit.

He sat in one of the free tables waiting for a waitress to take his order. He looked at the window bored, today was a relaxed day, no much patients in the hospital— really weird— and the city was really silent.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" well, he was wrong. A crash sounded before the loud scream.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll bring you a new order" Bakugo looked at the table behind him, a little omega was kneeled picking up the plates from the floor.

"You stupid omega, my shoes now are all dirt" the comensal said angry looking down at the omega.

"I'm so sorry" the smaller man said shivering before the alfa's voice. Well, poor man.

"Do you think that you apologize will clean my shoes? I'm hungry and now I have to wait more time for my food because a stupid bitch threw it" the omega stand up whit the dishes in his hands and bowed in apologize.

"I'm really sorry, I'll priority your order sir, you won't wait so much, and I'm so sorry"

Bakugo was pissed whit the alfa, the omega already apologized and will bring him new food. He looked at the rest of the people in the place, they were only three more people, and everyone were in them own business, well, he didn't like this kind of shit, but he couldn't see more the poor omega struggling whit that bitch.

"Hey-" the rude alfa stand up and spill his soda in the omega's head, then took him by the collar. Fine enough.

Bakugo stood up as well and gripped the other alfa's arm.

"Hey, ya, that's enough, what's your fucking problem, he is two heads shorter than you" the man let go the omega whit a push, falling in his ass and his poor aching hips. He wanted to cry, that really hurted, he tried to stand up, but his hips wasn't coopering.

"My problem is that a fucking omega throw my food, this is why they should just give us pups and stay in them fucking home whitout trouble u-"

And the alfa was in the floor, whit his bloody nose aching and surprised, and Bakugo was surprised too, the omega was ago one second in the floor and then punching the alfa's face. Bakugo stepped behind the omega, who was trembling, whit his knuckles red and soring, tears in his eyes, but with a sharp sight looking towards the man.

"You know shit about me and omegas, shut your stupid fucking mouth" the omega said whit fire in his eyes, he was wet for the soda, already crying and trembling in his tiny frame, he should look weak and little, but no, Bakugo was seeing that green eyes full of determination, he was seeing a strong human that punched an alfa two fucking heads taller than him and even making that bitch bleed.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE" a man screamed and the omega flinched, suddenly looking small again, Bakugo looked at the man whit a name plate that said below his name "manager", fucking great.

"Mr. Yoshida" the greenet said whit a thread of voice.

"You are the manager? because this bitch threw my food, and punched me in the face, is that the way you treat your clients here? I'm going to demand" the fucker said, the manager looked angry at the smaller man.

"Yeah, you deserved it" Bakugo said.

"What?" The manager asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked the stupid alfa.

"Well, I was trying to relax in my fucking break, until that stupid started to scream like a crazy weirdo about a stupid accident, fucker was too close to hurt..."

"Midoriya" said low the omega.

"Yeah, him" Bakugo said "He was really sexist tho"

"But he punched me, I'm going to demand"

"I would like to see a sexist bitch demanding a little omega because broke your nose, let's see what the people say about it" Bakugo said whit a grin.

"Fuck you, fuck all you, I'm not going to return" the alfa step out of the restaurant letting the omega and the beta manager. The manager bowed taking the omega's head to bow like him.

"We are so sorry, your order will be free, sorry for everything" the manager said, poking the omega's ribs.

"I'm so sorry sir" the beta stand up yanking the omega's arm to another room. Another employed cleaned the floor and brought his food. Bakugo wanted to talk whit the little man, he wanted to see that green eyes again, green, his mind was full of green. But the omega never came back. He waited for thirteen minutes, his shift ended ago ten, but he couldn't wait more. He stand up upset and left the restaurant, he could come again another day.

When he was in the parking, a sobs reached his ears, following the sound, he found the omega, he was in the floor, his hair still wet but whit civil clothes instead the red uniform of the restaurant. He was crying whit his hands on his face and his knees in his chest, his shoulders were shivering and his sobs were broken.

Midoriya couldn't lose this job, he couldn't lose any of his works, he needed the money to pay for his child school, the apartment, the food, the gas, the new clothes because the children grow up really fast, he need pay the light, the water, his suppressors and patches, his tampons, the stuff that his child use to the school, he needed his jobs because he was alone, taking care of his only child, he needed so much jobs because they didn't paid him the same than an alfa or beta, and he had to do the double of work, and he was lucky, because in another places they fired him when discovered he had a pup. Without this work, he couldn't pay the rent of the month, he had to stop buying his suppressors and patches, because that were really expensive, and the gas, maybe one month whitout gas they would be fine, but his pup will get a cold and-

"Hey" Midoriya flinched at the low voice and red eyes met his. He tried to stand up, but his hips were in pain, fine, another thing to add.

Bakugo take his arm, helping him to stand up, actually, he just lift him from the floor like he didn't weight anything.

"You good?" Bakugo asked, and immediately felt like a stupid, but the man was afraid that the omega was injured for the fall.

" I-im-" Midoriya was embarrassed, he wasn't okay, anything was okay, but hey, he couldn't say that to the gorgeous alfa before him "I'm okay, thank you for... everything" Midoriya said staring at the floor didn't dare to look at that red eyes" I'm sorry for the troubles and thank you for defend me" the green eyed bowed "I-I gotta go, sorry for the troubles again" god, he wanted to disappear, but before he could run away, a hand grabbed his shoulder stopping him.

"You don't look fine" and there, Katsuki making fool of himself again, the cute omega frowned and wipe his tears whit the sleeve of his sweater.

"Haha, sorry, I'm fine, this is just the way I look, but I'm fine" now was the turn to Katsuki to frown. The omega was cute, yes he was really pale and had bags under his eyes, he looked... tired, but Bakugo bet that if the little man dream a little more, he would look more healthy, because he had beautiful eyes and cute freckles, his lips were puffy and his eyelashes really long, his nose was so fucking cut- "Anyways, thank you for your help" Midoriya walked away trying to don't cry, he was a grown adult whit a child to feed, he needed to find a new job as soon as possible, no time to cry.

"Wait!" Katsuki run after him, he couldn't let a person that is in a mental breakdown alone, what kind of doctor would be? So, he stood up in front of the omega making him flinch in the act, fuck "Sorry for that, but I'm a doctor and I can see how you struggle walking, if you wanna come whit me at the hospital where I work, we can check on you, this could be nothing, but yeah, is better checking out, what do you think?" Midoriya had already an answer. The man looked rich, that means he works in a expensive hospital, and he didn't have the money to pay for something as simple as a little fall, he was fine, he's been always fine, what he needed was found a new job, yeah, and come back to the apartment and wash the clothes, clean the mess in the kitchen and cook the dinner to his pup before pick him up from- "Will be really quick, I got my car and if you don't feel secure we can send your location to a familiar yours-"

"I'm fine, thank you for the concern, but I'm fine, I feel really fine, I'm used to have little pains sometimes, I mean, all of us got one or two, it's really fine" Midoriya said whit a fake smile avoiding the crimson eyes. And Bakugo, well, he was even more worried now, I mean, you don't have to be used to some fucking pains, bullshit, he needed to check on the man, he needed to ask where he felt pain, since when he has been feeling this pains, he needed to ask his diet and his clinic historial, he needed to ask how is he feeling, if he's already eaten, he needed to ask his name, and what is his favorite color and... The hell?

"I don't wanna sound insistent, but a "little pains" could desenvolve big pains" the alfa sighed and took out his wallet giving to the greenete a card "Here, my number and the address of the hospital, if you feel bad or something call me, or go here and say you know me, they gonna attend you, okay?" Midoriya frowned whit tears in his eyes, he felt humilliated, and no for the kind man, but even if this man give him especial treatment, he couldn't afford an hospital, he couldn't even afford a freaking toy to his pup, how could he pay for that?, and he broke one more time. Before the sight of the man, he hided his face on his hands don't wanting to look more miserable.

Bakugo was confused and felt like shit, he felt like he made cry to the man and well, he was a shit comforting people, he was really bad talking about feelings and all that human and social stuff, so, he just stood there, feeling like a stupid without knowing what to do, until the man spoke.

"So-orry" the omega said in a broken sob "I can't pay for an hospital" his voice broke in the las word, Bakugo frown deeper feeling his chest aching "I was fired of this job" the omega kneel down in the parking floor "I don't know how I'm going to do to the rent of this month, anybody want to give me a job unless I accept less than they should pay me, and I can't afford anything whit that stupid salary, I need to feed a pup, and pay his school, and all his needs" the man was letting out all, he felt drowning in his own skin, and for a moment he just let himself be "My stupid back is always in pain, I can't whit my hips, and my stupids varicose are killing me, I have to carry my pup to all places because he is a baby, and I love carring him in my arms, but God, nobody can give me his fucking sit for only five freaking minutes in the bus" at this moment Bakugo was kneel besides the omega in the bench and caressing the omega's trembling back, just listening, and wanting to protect him of the world. Maybe was the distress smell in the air or he was feeling empathy once in his live, but yeah, the people are fucking assholes. Midoriya rised his face seeing at the crimson eyes, and fuck, these beautiful emeralds was full in pain and madness, the omega was mad "Today is the only day that I have- well HAD only one job, and I had time to do the house, but always this shitty alfas are there saying what I'm or what to do, and God, let me alone I didn't pay your opinion, or the old people judging me for being a single mom, or trying to touch my baby saying "look what adorable baby, he could be really cute if you feed him better, he is really slender" sir, I know I need to feed my pup better, but he is already cute and I don't need him hearing your bullshit" and yes, the fire was again in that beautiful eyes "I swear, that if listen someone saying something about my pup, I'm going to tear some throats" the omega sigh, feeling a little better, actually, cursing and complain about his problems felt really good. Looking at his hands, scarred and rough sighed again, because that was just the start of his complaining, but he already lost so much time "Sorry for that" said now embarrassed whit the alfa, because anyone want to listen the problems of an omega, surely the other man had things to do and he was there wasting his time.

"Na, it's fine, the people in this city are assholes and it's not your fault" Bakugo said still caresing the omega's back whitout realizing it, he was busier trying to control his anger, the audacity of the assholes.

The omega wiped his cheeks awkwardly, god, he told all that? Why he had to say all that? Regret stared to grow in his throat in a knot, hiding his face again on his hands.

"Sorry, sir..." Midoriya hesitated.

"Bakugo" the blond answered "And don't apologize curls" the blond looked at the freckled cheeks turned beautifuly red and the green eyes avoided his.

"Mr Bakugo, your hand..." The doctor wide his eyes, his hand was in the freckled cheek, in what moment that happened?, awkwardly stood up offering a hand to the green man who accepted whit his cheeks still red, anyways, he didn't have other choice.

"Listen" the blond said scratching his nape "The consult will be free, fine?" Now Bakugo was the one avoiding the emerald sight "And I remembered that are soliciting cleaning staff in the hospital.." The green eyes wided not expecting that, he knows that the blond was offering help because he felt pity for him, but Midoriya had a baby to feed, he needed a job, and if this handsome alfa before him was offering a solution, he was going to take it, but he was still impacted.

"I-I, that w-ould, I mean-"

"Don't say nothing, if you wanna come, we can check you and got you an interview or something" the alfa stared at the crying omega "What the-"

"Thank you" the omega said relieved wiping his tears "Thank you so much for this opportunity, I'm going to do my best and I owe you so much, if you need something from I'm going to do-"

"Hey, hey, stop there, shit" the alfa stopped his word taking him by the shoulders "It's fine, you don't owe me shit, okay" since where he is this kind? "Just, come whit me, someone will check you and then we're going to get you that job, fine?" the omega nodded agreeing, making the alfa sigh in relief "Fine, my car is here, send your location to someone, the hospital address is in the card send that too, my number is there, send it" the omega nodded taking out his old phone, and he made as he was sending his location, the omega was alone, but the alfa didn't need to know that.

First: Anyways, I have Twitter, so, people that follow me for the idea bout Midoriya without an arm and Deaf Bakugo, I'll post the shit there. I don't know how to use AO3 (sorry), so, until I learn how to use it, I'll post in Twitter.

Second: I'll correct this shit later, I'm tired

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