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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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Knockout | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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I tried to change this up slightly from how traditional fight club fics go, it’s based loosely on the Japanese sport shoot boxing (although far less rules).

Thank you to anyone that gives this fic a go, I appreciate it more than you know! And the biggest thank you to @katsukikitten for not only reading through this ridiculously long for absolutely no reason fic, but helping me to shape it together. I love you so much!💕

Summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring?

Warnings: 18+, coercion, manipulation, dub-con at the beginning, descriptive scenes of non-con (not with Bakugou), gun violence, character death (not reader), blood, knuckle dusters, knives, violence (not depicted in great detail but still included), inaccurate depictions of wounds and medical assistance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation (at the beginning), praise, spanking, overstimulation, spit, sweat, cumplay, creampies, honestly Bakugou is just soft for reader.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. Mentioned Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 40.1k. (I’m sorry)

The loud thrum of bass reverberated inside tinny walls as you stepped inside the abandoned warehouse, making your way through throngs of people as you followed the heavy music. Pulling your hoodie tighter around your body as you shoved your hands into the pockets, trying to disguise your discomfort from being in such unknown territory. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge in the seedy underbelly of the city that Dynamight’s Fight Club was the place to be if you wanted to risk it all to win big, some fights pure urban legend when the losers would end up on the front page of Musutafu Daily after ending up in critical care. A fact that you were trying to push to the back of your mind as you stepped into the main arena, noticing a crowd of people gathered around a cage near the back as they roared and jeered.

This wasn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever find yourself, wishing you were back at home tucking into a quart of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show was on television tonight. No, this was your last resort.

Your only hope.

Nervously lingering at the back of the crowd as you tried to angle yourself to get a view of the ring in the middle, peering through the metal chains that made it look like a cage. A redhead stood tying his long mane of hair into a messy bun, revealing the undercut beneath it in an intricate tribal pattern as he smirked at his opponent with sharp teeth.

“Hurry up, Kirishima.” The man twice his size growled, a mask hiding his face as he pounded his fists together, “I ain’t here to play games.”

“Don’t worry, Rappa.” The redhead smirked at his opponent, “I’ll finish this nice and quick so you can lie down.”

A black-haired man in the middle of the ring signalled the start of the fight, a bell echoing through the warehouse as both men stepped forward, fists up. Neither man was wearing the gloves you’d expected them to be wearing inside a boxing ring, instead, their hands wrapped tight as they began to circle each other. The man whose name you’d learned was Kirishima jumped forward, throwing his fist towards the larger male who instantly jumped back, his hands in front of his masked face.

“Aw, what’sa matter?” Kirishima smirked, “I was only joking.”

The stench of sweat and beer permeated in the air as you made your way closer to the centre cage, avoiding the drunk men boisterously talking to each other as their beers sloshed all over the floor. Following the chanting as a loud roar filled the crowd, assuming that one of the fighters had managed to get a jab in, trying to find a vantage point as the heat from the crowd licked your skin.

“Come on, you fucker.” Rappa jeered, surging towards the redhead who had the advantage of speed as he avoided the larger man. Rappa threw a punch that missed and then another in quick succession, the second landing as it hit Kirishima in the middle of the chest.

The latter caused him to double over in pain as he spluttered, trying to regain his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. Your eyes widened when you noticed Rappa reach into his pocket, pulling out a spiked knuckle duster that sat on his middle and ring finger as he smirked at Kirishima.

You hadn’t realised it was this kind of fight club, nervously watching the pair from your vantage point as you watched the black-haired commentator hold the megaphone back to his lips to shout “unauthorised weapon in the ring”, the announcement falling on deaf ears as the crowd surrounding the cage began to roar louder. Using the distraction to catch the redhead off guard as Rappa drove his hand forward, the sharp spike of the weapon dug into Kirishima’s back deep. The crowd jeered in a mixture of disgust and excitement as you watched the blood gush from the open wound, a loud cry left Kirishima’s lips as he grit his teeth.

“Unauthorised use of a weapon, the fight is over.” The black-haired man yelled into the megaphone a second time, causing the crowd to jeer. Kirishima held his hand up in objection as he called out that he was still in, that the fight was still on. The black-haired man looked nervous but allowed it as he stood back, watching carefully as Kirishima resumed his stance.

“Thought you fought fair, Rappa?” Kirishima rasped, “Or you don’t think you can beat me without playing dirty?”

“Is it too much for you, Kirishima? Didn’t realise fighting here turned you into a pussy” Rappa spat back as he put up his fists, the spiked knuckle duster still sat on his fingers as it glistened with blood.

“Says the guy using weapons to try and beat me.” Kirishima laughed, a dark look in his features as his red eyes almost turned black, his pupils blown.

The larger man lunged forward, the hand with the knuckle duster poised towards the redhead who anticipated the move and ducked the punch easily. His own fist swept under Rappa as he hit him with an uppercut directly beneath the mask he was wearing.

“Fight. Kirishima wins!” The commentator shouted into the megaphone, the victor's name echoing around the warehouse as the crowd cheered.

“See, Rappa. Don’t need shit to fight you.” He spat, hands still clutching his side as blood oozed from the open wound.

Standing up on your tiptoes to try and get a better look into the ring, the larger man Rappa was still flat on the floor as his chest heaved, a sign that he was still alive. The audience continued to roar for Kirishima as he played to the crowd, hands in the air as he clapped together in victory. His back was a dark crimson shade as his skin glistened in a mixture of sweat and blood, not that he even seemed to notice with the pure adrenaline that was presumably surging through his veins.

“What the fuck was that shit?” You heard a voice over the roar of the crowd as you looked back towards the ring. A blond man had stepped into the circle and was making a beeline for the large man who was lethargically sitting up from the floor.

“I warned you about this shit before, Rappa.” He spat, “I fucking told you what would happen if you did that shit again.”

“Leave it, man.” Kirishima put a bloody hand on the blond's chest, staining his shirt as he held him back. The man glared over Kirishima’s shoulder as he tried to get around the muscular redhead to face Rappa.

“If you pull that shit again I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” The blond roared, “You ain’t fighting here again.”

The crowd began to chant “fight, fight, fight.” And even though Rappa was wearing a mask you could almost tell from his body language that he looked scared. Putting his hands up in defence as he tugged the knuckle duster off, throwing it down onto the bloody ring floor as he backed away from the angry male.

An arm around your shoulder caught you by surprise, distracting you from the scene in front of you as you yelped in surprise. Turning to the side to see a smiling blond with a beer in his hand, the scent of alcohol sharp on his tongue.

“Lost, pretty girl?” The man’s warm breath fanned against your skin as he leaned closer to shout in your ear over the roar of the crowd.

“I’m looking for Bakugou Katsuki.” You leaned close to his ear to try and be heard over the loud bass of the speakers mixed with the bustle of the crowd.

“Isn’t everyone?” He laughed, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer to talk into your ear, “He isn’t fighting today.”

“He isn’t here?”

“Of course, he’s here, it’s his club.” The blond laughed, trying to lead you in the direction of the bar, “But you don’t wanna see him, why don’t we get you a drink instead. Is it your first time here?”

“I’m okay,” You smiled politely, “I really need to speak to Bakugou Katsuki, please.”

“Have it your way, babe. Lemme show you the way.” He smirked, keeping his arm around you as he began to guide you through the club.

Kaminari gave you a wide smile as he leaned against the frame to a closed door that overlooked the entire warehouse, his beer in one hand as he raised his fist to rap against the back of the door loudly, hearing a grunt from inside as he opened the door for you.

“Have fun, babe.” He grinned, “Maybe you can join me for a drink after? I’ll be at the bar-”

You gave the blond a polite smile in thanks as you slipped between the gap, closing the door behind you as you stepped inside the room. The air in the dark office was permeated by smoke as Bakugou let a cigarette hang from between his lips. Standing up from his seat behind his desk as he walked around the length of it, raising a hand to pull the stick from between his lips as he let an ashy plume of smoke rise from his mouth. The dank stench was overbearing but somehow the scent of him still overpowered it. Hints of leather and amber mixed with his musky scent managed to invade your senses and made it difficult to think, your mind cloudy as you began to forget why you were even in his office. Shamelessly staring at him as he took another large toke from the cigarette, letting it dangle from between his lips.

Recognising him as the man that had stepped into the ring moments earlier after Kirishima and Rappa’s fight, clearly still pent up with anger after the altercation. His shirt now splattered with blood as an obvious handprint sat against his sternum, drying into a darker claret colour. After witnessing the commotion outside you were suddenly fearful of his reaction to you, wishing that you weren’t talking to him for the first time when he was still full of rage.

“Bakugou?”

“We’ve got enough ring girls, thanks.” He pulled the cigarette from his lips, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as he motioned towards the door, trying to wave you away.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, “I’m not here for that.”

“So are you lost?” He looked you up and down, “What the fuck are you doin’ here then?”

“I want to join your fight club.” You tried to speak with conviction, but the slightest lilt to your voice showed your nerves.

“You wanna join my club?” He scoffed, “You?”

“Yeah.” You felt nervous under his gaze, vermilion eyes assessing your form as his lips curled into a smile, the cigarette between his lips bobbing from the motion.

“This isn’t a cutesy country club sweetheart, this is real life.” Bakugou lent back on his desk, crossing his arms over his chest as he glowered at you.

“I know that,” You huffed.

“It’s been a long fuckin’ night already, sweetheart.” He groaned, running his hand through his hair as he took another drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke slowly flow out from his nose, “So tell me, why do you really want to be here?”

“I told you, I want to fight.”

“You think I just let any fucker in off the street to fight for me?” Bakugou scoffed, “I know you ain’t that dense, princess.”

“I can fight,” You persisted.

“This ain’t like the fights you watch in the movies, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes, taking another drag off his cigarette.

“I know that,” You persisted, “I can do it-”

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, “How many fights you won?”

“Well, none-” You bit your lip, noticing his eyes glisten in amusement, “But I can do it! Please, just let me show you-”

“You wanna fight, but you ain’t even won once?” He shook his head, “You must think I’m crazy. That’s as good as giving you a death sentence.”

“Please, Bakugou. I’ll do anything-“

“Anything?” He smirked, “You really are desperate, hah?”

“Please,” You felt your stomach churning in knots as you took a step closer, swallowing thickly as you tried to flutter your lashes.

You were certain you looked like shit after spending the afternoon in tears, the fear brewing inside you at the debt you needed to repay. There were certain things that you thought you’d never do until this moment, the time when you were fuelled by a desire to survive.

“Let me show you how much I want this,” You whispered, “Please, Bakugou.”

Bakugou uncrossed his legs at the ankles, splaying his thighs apart as he moved his large hands to either side of him. The position showed you the growing bulge beneath his slacks as you dropped to your knees between his thighs.

“You sure about this?” He hummed, chewing the inside of his mouth, “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“I’m sure,” You murmured, your hand shakily reaching up to palm his soft cock through his slacks, feeling him begin to harden beneath your touch. Your shaky hands reached towards the button of his slacks, his larger fingers moved forward to help you unbutton them, hastily tugging the fly down.

“You can stop right now and skip on home, sweetheart.” He taunted, almost as though he was certain you weren’t going to go through with this. Trying to see just how far you were willing to go before you pulled back, but you didn’t-

You wrapped your fingers around his cock in response, smiling in satisfaction when you managed to pull a groan from between his lips. For the first time in this situation, you truly felt like you had the upper hand, his thick lashes fluttering as you watched his Adam’s apple bob, tightening his grip on the side of his desk. Your fingers curled into the hem of his boxers as you tugged, pulling them down his thighs just enough to free his aching cock.

You were expecting him to be big, but this was daunting. His cock already half-hard as it hung downwards, a sheer indication of the full, heavy weight of it. The swollen tip had a pinkish hue as a bead of pre oozed from his slit, thick veins forking along the length to make him appear even larger than he already was. Certain he would be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest as he silently watched you for your next move, shifting his hips against the desk. He lifted his dress shirt, exposing his adonis belt and the muscular abdominals as you noticed the scars that marred his perfect skin intermingled with the messy blond hairs that littered his skin.

Confidence began to grow inside you when you wrapped your hand around his length, pulling a low groan from between Bakugou’s lips. Languidly stroking his cock as you let your thumb brush over the leaking tip, smearing his pre along the underside of him as you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Looking up to see his cigarette dangling between his lips as you stared at the underside of his jaw.

“It ain’t gonna suck itself.” He smirked, goading you as he took one final puff from his cigarette before letting the smoke leave his body through his nostrils. Stabbing the end out in the ashtray on top of his desk as he maintained eye contact with you. You took a deep breath before leaning forward, swiping the pad of your tongue against his slit, a sharp hiss left his lips at the sensation as you felt him cant his hips. His hand came down to squeeze your cheeks together as your lips curled into a pout, fingers digging into the soft skin as he held your face tight.

“You can do better than that, I thought you needed this,” Bakugou stared down at you through half-lidded eyes as you moved forward, his hand still holding your cheeks as you tentatively wrapped your lips around his tip. The weight of his cock was hot and heavy on your tongue as you met his gaze, his hand wrapping around his base to help guide himself inside your waiting mouth.

“Fuck,” He rasped as you rolled your tongue against the underside of his cock, the salty scent invading your senses as you took more of his length inside. Feeling the swollen head of his cock hit the back of your throat as you gagged softly. Spit pooling in your throat as you began to move your lips along his length, the wetness helping you take more of him inside you as it dribbled down your chin.

You tried to ignore the fact you were on your knees in a stranger's office, something you’d thought you would never be capable of doing until you became this desperate. Trying to think ahead to when everything was all over, keen to make him cum as quickly as possible so you could get yourself out of the situation. Although you couldn’t deny Bakugou Katsuki was an attractive man, from your vantage point between his thighs you had the perfect view of his chiselled jaw, the light blond stubble littering his skin as he gazed down at you with half-lidded eyes. The piercing ruby red of his irises made it difficult to look away, as though drawing you into a hypnotising trance.

Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked harder, your hand circling the base of his cock as you pressed against his pelvis, increasing the pressure as you felt his large palm card through your hair. Blunt nails scratched against your scalp as he forced your head further down his length, wet tears pricked your eyes as they clumped in your lashes.

“Come on, sweetheart. You were begging’ me earlier,” He scoffed as his hand squeezed the back of your head, “Thought you were desperate.”

The sudden movement caused you to gag on his cock as he held your head down on his girth, feeling the trimmed blond hairs at his base tickling your nose as his groans filled the office. The need for oxygen overwhelmed you as you began to paw at his thighs, slapping against the hard muscle as your nails wracked down the skin. Finally allowing you a momentary respite as he loosened his grip, gulping for air as you coughed and sputtered beneath him.

“Shit,” Bakugou groaned at the debauched sight of you, his cock twitching as he wrapped his own palm around himself. Pressing the leaking tip back against your lips as you took a deep breath before taking him back in.

Your movements became more calculated now as you began to learn what he liked, tracing your tongue against the veins bulging along his length as a hand reached up to cup his heavy balls. Squeezing them softly as you felt his hips rut into your face, pressing his head against the back of your throat as you fought the urge to gag. Your index finger trailed back to stroke against his taint, hearing the breathy moan that tumbled from his lips as he continued watching you.

“So good,” He swallowed thickly, giving shallow thrusts into your mouth as you continued to roll your tongue around his girth, his hand remaining steady on the back of your head as he let you set your own pace, “You’re not so bad when you’re quiet, sweetheart.”

You fought the urge to spit back an insult, trying to focus on getting him off so you could finally join Dynamight’s Fight Club to pay off your debt. Your teeth subtly clashed against his length as Bakugou let out a low hiss, his hand tightening against the back of your head as he tugged roughly. Pulling you back from his length as silvery strings of spit and his pre broke off against your chin, the wet tip brushing against your cheek as he glared down at you.

“Watch the fuckin’ teeth.” He rasped, his hands tugging your hair at the root as you winced in pain. Your lips parted in a silent groan as he loosened his grip to allow you to move back to his fat cock. Wrapping your lips around him once more as you continued your pace, bobbing your head as you rolled your tongue around the tip with each forward motion. Tasting more of his pre oozing from his slit as you pulled more deep grunts from deep in his chest, looking up to see his adam’s apple tottering in his throat as he swallowed thickly.

Somehow even on your knees, you felt a warped sense of dominance for making such a powerful man weak for you. His mouth parted in a constant groan as he threw his head back in pleasure, losing himself to the euphoria as you continued your movements. The wetness of your mouth gave the perfect lubrication for you to glide along his length, fighting back fresh tears when the head hit the back of your throat.

Bakugou’s large palms moved to either side of your face, thumbs brushing away your tears almost tenderly as he glowered down at you. Holding your head steady as he grew impatient, starting to thrust shallowly into your wet heat as he began to fuck your face. The blunt head of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time as you balled your hands into fists to try and ignore the urge to gag, crude sounds leaving your lips as a mess of spit trickled down your chin and dribbled against your shirt.

“Fuck yes,” He grunted, listening to the lewd sounds that spilt from your lips as he ruts his hips against you.

You hated the way your body betrayed you, squeezing your legs together in a feeble attempt to quell the ache between your thighs. Your clit throbbed with neglect as you debated whether to slip your fingers down to give yourself some much needed relief. The slight shift of your body didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou, the man giving you a knowing smirk as he gave a particularly rough thrust into your mouth. Watching the strings of spit and his cum connecting your lips to his cock as you pulled away to cough.

“Such a mess for me,” His thumb dragged down your bottom lip as you followed his movements. Opening your mouth for him as you tried to ignore the ache in your jaw, your throat hoarse as he tapped the fat tip of his cock against the pad of your tongue. You pressed two fingers to his taint as you cupped his balls with your palm, wrapping your lips around him again as you sucked with more vigour.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” You weren’t sure if he’d meant to say it or if it was just a slip of his tongue in the heat of the moment but the words had you moaning around him. Sending subtle vibrations along his length as you felt his hips stutter.

“Oh fuck,” He groaned, his eyes rolling back as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips.

You felt his balls begin to tighten in your palm as they drew upwards, his cock twitching as Bakugou continued to selfishly roll his hips into your mouth, ignoring the gagging noises that sounded from deep in your throat as he neared his release.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Each word was pronounced by a rut of his hips as he shamelessly used your mouth for his own end. His palm held the back of your head as he emptied his release into your mouth, hot ropes of cum coating your tongue as he moved his other hand to his girth, jerking himself into your mouth as he rode out his climax. The few final drops of his release hit your upper lip as he smeared the tip of his softening cock against your chin.

“Show me,” He groaned as you curled your tongue, carefully tilting your head so he could see his cum inside your mouth. Bakugou’s thumb reached forward to press down on your tongue, his fingers curled beneath your chin as he used his grip to close your mouth around his digit, “Swallow.”

You obeyed as you gulped his cum down your throat, your tongue curling around his thumb as he watched you with glazed eyes. Slowly slipping his digit from your lips as he used it to drag down on your jaw, opening your mouth so he could see it empty of his release. Using the thumb slick with your spit to stroke against your cheek as he marvelled at the sight. Watching with amused eyes when you moved the back of your hand up to wipe your mouth and chin dry, your legs numb from kneeling as Bakugou helped you stand to your feet. A large palm gripped your forearm as you felt the heat still dancing inside you, desperate for your release. Trying to push that need to the side as you focused on why you were really here.

“I definitely didn’t expect you to be that good, princess.” He rasped, watching the way you took a step back from him, “Didn’t think you’d fuckin’ do it.”

“So I’ve got the job?” You murmured.

“It isn’t that easy.” He shrugged, tapping your cheek with his palm softly.

“What?” You felt shame begin to rise inside you, did he really make you go through that for nothing, “But you said-”

“Hey, I never said anything sweetheart.” He tugged his slacks back up his hips as he tucked his softening cock back inside his briefs, buttoning his trousers before zipping his fly, “You were the one that was eager to drop to your knees.”

“You fucking asshole,” You growled, embarrassment and shame quick to take over, “And you didn’t stop me?”

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” Bakugou smirked, picking up another cigarette as he put the unlit stick between his lips.

“This might be fun and games to you but it’s not for me,” You shook your head indignantly.

“Oh yeah, I bet that’s true, princess.” He scoffed, “Daddy cut your allowance off so now you can’t afford that new pair of shoes and you watched one Brad Pitt movie and thought you’d join a fight club.”

“You don’t know shit about me.” Your throat tightened as you tried to fight back tears.

Bakugou raised a brow at your reaction, vermilion eyes tracing your face to try and understand what you were really doing here.

“Everyone’s got a reason for fightin’, what’s yours?” Bakugou asked.

“What’s yours?” You retorted, watching his jaw stiffen as his eyes looked away.

“Tch, okay,” Bakugou’s pristine shoes tapped against the tile floor as he stepped towards the door to his office, “Win this fight and you’re in.”

“Fight?”

“You’re on in ten.” Bakugou opened the door as he left the room, “You better show me what you got, sweetheart. Cause I ain’t putting you in the ring just to die.”

When you stepped inside Dynamight’s warehouse tonight you hadn’t been expecting to fight so soon. Sure, it was the reason you’d even come in the first place but now you were here surrounded by so many people it all felt so real. After seeing the large men fighting earlier you were petrified over who Bakugou would pair you with. No matter who it was you had to win to stay in, your life hanging in the balance in more ways than one.

Maybe you should’ve just gambled on someone else instead, hoping to win enough to pay off your debts. But the thought of putting your life into someone else’s hands terrified you. At least this way you could control your own destiny, if you fucked it up you’d have no one to blame but yourself.

When you’d seen the redhead fighting the large guy earlier there was no way you’d have bet a single yen on him, expecting him to lose in minutes. You hadn’t expected it to be such a one-sided fight, for him to knock back such a hulking mass of muscle- and what if someone pulled a weapon on you like Rappa had? There was absolutely no way you’d be able to compete with that, but you knew you didn’t have a choice. Remembering the reasons why you had to fight- to make sure you won.

“You doin’ okay there, sweets?” One of Bakugou’s men gave you a wide smile, resting a large palm on your shoulder to shake you out of your trance, “It's not too late to back out.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that to me?” You snarled, shrugging off your hoodie as you let it drop to the floor at the side of the ring. Stepping into the circle as the crowd immediately waned, all eyes focused on you. The loud cheers turned to a soft murmur as they caught sight of you, a newcomer inside the club.

“Ooh, alright.” He grinned, pointing his megaphone towards you with a smile as he walked backwards towards the middle of the ring, “Let’s see what you got.”

You watched as the crowd began to chant his name, Sero on repeat throughout the room as he played into the heckles. Moving a hand to his ear to lean into the sound, your eyes noticing the deep gashes against the length of his muscular arm. Were those injuries caused by Dynamight’s fight club? The thought made you all the more nervous as you watched him play to the crowd.

“Listen up, we got a last-minute addition to the schedule. Let’s call this one a speed round, shall we?” Sero laughed, the crowd joining in with obnoxious jeers as he spoke through the microphone. “The cute little lamb or Pinky. Place your bets, the fight starts in five.”

A bustle broke out in the warehouse as you felt self-conscious with so many sets of eyes on you, probably sizing you up considering that this was your first time in the club and your first fight. You took a deep breath as you watched your opponent step into the ring, a tight green leopard print unitard clung to her muscular frame as she gave you a smirk across the room. Everything felt so much more real now, your heart pounding against your ribcage bruisingly as you tried to calm yourself down. You could do this, you could win. You had to win, there was no other choice. Losing now would be a death sentence, if Pinky didn’t kill you, your debt collectors would.

“Looks like no one has any faith in you, little lamb.” Sero lounged back against the cage as he typed on his cell phone, showing you the screen with the bets that had been sent in, “Everyone thinks you’re gonna lose.”

You felt your heart sink, of course, no one thought you could do this. They’d probably seen your opponent win countless times, and you were a nobody.

“It’s not too late to back out now, I’m sure Bakugou won’t be too happy but I can help you get out the back-”

“I’m fine,” You clenched your jaw, biting down on your tongue to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret.

Throughout your life you were used to people underestimating you, you supposed that was what got you into this mess in the first place. But you could do this, you had to do this, there was no other choice. If you didn’t win against Pinky you may as well sign your death warrant yourself because there was no other way, you’d already tried.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Sero pushed off from the wall, moving back to the centre of the ring as he held his microphone up.

“No more bets, let’s get down to business shall we?” Sero called out through the megaphone as a bell rang in the background to signal the start, “Let’s fight!”

You took a deep breath as you pushed forward, brows furrowed when she didn’t move quite as fast. Your hands in fists in front of your face to protect yourself as you kept light on your toes, gasping in surprise when Pinky surged forward hastily to throw a kick towards you. The attack caught your hip as she knocked you to the ground, falling flat on your ass as you hit the back of your head against the hard floor. Wincing from the pain as you heard the crowd jeering, chanting Pinky’s name as she smirked down at you.

“Well that was easy,” She laughed, “Is that all you got?”

Taking a deep breath as you swept one of your legs towards her ankles, the force caused her to stumble backwards as it allowed you to get up. Your hands were back in position in front of your face as you stayed focused on her, this time your guard was up. Losing wasn’t an option.

“Oh, so you do have balls.” She smirked, throwing a punch that you easily dodged, ducking under it to throw one back at her. The hit landed in the centre of her chest as she doubled back, a raspy breath leaving her lips, “Who knew?”

You took the opportunity to throw another hit her way, both your fists flying forward as you landed both. Her fist connected with the side of your head as your vision blurred momentarily, blinking rapidly under the harsh spotlights as something inside you switched. Your jaw locked as you pushed forward throwing punch after punch so fast she couldn’t fight back, landing each one as you felt them knock into her. Ignoring the throb of your knuckles even with the bandage wrapped around them, following her to the floor as you settled on her chest. Your thighs on either side of her hips as you hit the final blow to her face, blood gushing from her nose as she tried to shrug you off her. Turning your body to dead weight to prevent her from throwing you off, the crowd roared as Sero counted you down.

If the bell rang in the background, you didn’t hear it. So intent on winning the fight as you kept yourself focused, wide eyes set forward as you held the pink-haired woman down beneath you.

“Hey,” You felt large palms curl beneath your armpits, hoisting you up off Pinky as you were brought back to your feet, wobbling on shaky legs as the crowd cheered.

Your chest heaved as you sucked in deep, heavy breaths. Adrenaline was rampant throughout your frame as your eyes surveyed the warehouse, the crowd shaking the metal of the cage as they cheered for you. Some jeering as they’d obviously staked their bets on Pinky and lost, but you? You’d won- you’d actually won.

“Definitely wasn’t expecting that, little lamb.” Sero’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he tried to speak against the roar of the crowd, the heavy bass of dubstep filling the warehouse once more as he held your arm up, “Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

You gave him a sheepish smile as Sero raised your arm into the air, shouting your name into the megaphone as he announced you as the winner of the fight. The crowd broke into a chant of your name as you tried to ease the adrenaline that was still coursing through your veins. Sero’s hand on the small of your back as he guided you out of the cage, face flushed when you came face to face with a smirking Bakugou.

“Well, looks like you’re in sweetheart.” He smirked, “Welcome to Dynamight’s Fight Club.”

When you woke up the next morning you’d expected to ache, the adrenaline that had been pumping through your veins long gone as you shifted against your lumpy mattress. The opponent they’d given you to fight was surely meant as a test, so it came as no surprise that your entire body throbbed. Mina had already put up a great challenge and if this was how sore you felt from your first fight you wondered how much more you could take.

Sero had broken down the way payments worked at the club, the different levels of fights and the difference between the low stake and high stake bouts. You’d have to work your way up if you wanted to take part in any of the higher stake fights, the fight Kirishima participated in with Rappa had been a high stake bout and look at what happened- Kirishima had been mere centimetres away from losing his life. The knuckle duster could have easily struck a key organ and his body would’ve probably been left outside the club much like in those stories you’d read about Dynamight’s Fight Club online. But the main thing you’d taken away from Sero’s words was if you win, you get paid.

And if you didn’t win, you got the scraps.

The buzz of your phone broke you out of your thoughts as you glanced to the side, lifting it off your bedside table as you squinted from the bright light against your sleepy eyes. You didn’t even have to check who the message was from, there was only one person that ever texted you these days.

Shindou [9.49AM]: Hey, doll

Shindou [9.49AM]: Money when?

You felt sick to your stomach at the messages, even after winning the fight last night you were still just as poor as when you joined. The first fight was to show your worth, not to make any money. And barely anyone had bet on you to win, apparently Mina was one of the club favourites. Not only because she was beautiful to watch, but she knew how to fight. Kirishima had explained to you that Bakugou paired you with Mina for a reason, that he never expected you to win. He was right when Bakugou said they don’t just let anyone off the street come into Dynamight’s club to fight, you have to prove your worth.

Groaning as you sat up from the bed to grab your hoodie, reaching into the pocket to fish out the bills you’d received from members of the crowd during your fight last night, counting through them to see exactly how much you’d made.

50,000¥. It was hardly enough to even make a dent in the debt you owed, picking up your phone to text him back.

You [9.52AM]: I’ve got 50,000¥, it’s gonna take me some time but I can get the rest to you later.

Shindou [9.54AM]: It didn’t take you any time to spend my money. You better get it to me soon, no bullshit.

Shindou [9.55AM]: Unless you want to restart our arrangement?

Your chest heaved at the thought, your mind instantly going back to what had got you into this mess in the first place. There was no way you’d ever want to restart any arrangement with Shindou, not after what he’d done-

“What?” Shindou laughed, “You’re leaving me?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Yo.” You mumbled, shifting nervously on your feet as you avoided eye contact.

“Why? Is it because you think you can do better?” He scoffed, “You ain’t gonna ever get anyone better than me, baby girl.”

“I’m just not happy anymore.” You mumbled.

“You better pay me back then,” Shindou smirked, sitting back in his chair as he peered over his desk.

“Pay you back for what?” You looked up at him in confusion.

“Do I look like a charity to you, doll?” He deadpanned, “What about all the money I spent on you over the years. I earned you.”

“Earned me?”

“You think I woulda spent so much on you if I didn’t want to keep you?” He pointed towards your feet, “Those shoes alone are more than a months rent.”

“Take them back, I don’t even want them anymore,” You leaned down to undo the buckles on the boots you were wearing, walking home barefoot would be better than owing Shindou anything.

“It’s not just that, baby girl. There’s all the dates, presents, vacations, rent- you’re an expensive investment you know.”

“But we were together then?” You’d never been asked to pay someone back after breakups before, but then you’d never been with a man like Shindou before.

“I told you when we first got together, baby girl. I made sure you knew exactly what you were getting into, remember?” He grinned, “I said I’ll always take care of you, but if you leave me, that’s a lot of money wasted.”

“So what do you want?” You chewed the inside of your cheek as you waited for his response.

“I’m a reasonable guy, you’ve brought me a lot of pleasure over the years,” The smirk on his face made bile rise in your throat as you shifted uncomfortably, “So I’m not gonna ask for everything back- unless you wanna give me your panties back.”

The smirk on his face made your stomach lurch in disgust as you tried to keep calm in front of him. Unable to stand the sight of the man you thought you were in love with.

“Yo, what do you want?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Shall we call it 20,000,000¥?”

“20,000,000¥?” Your eyes widened in shock at the ridiculous figure he’d given you, unsure you could remember the last time he’d tried to collect a debt this high even with interest, “You know I don’t have that.”

“Hey, you know better than anyone I take instalments.” He shrugged, “Or, you stay with me and it all goes away.”

Tears pricked your eyes, clinging to the thick mascara on your lashes as you realised there really was only one option.

“We have a deal, I'll pay you back every last fucking yen.” You spat, bile settled in your throat as you glared at the man you thought you once loved.

You truly regret the day you’d ever met Shindou Yo, feeling so foolish for ever allowing him into your life. You’d been so naive the day he’d walked into your job, dressed in a neatly pressed suit as he made you laugh. Made you feel special with the way he smiled at you, ignoring all the other ladies in sight. Ignoring your colleagues who warned you to stay away from him, that he was dangerous. Believing every word he said as you let him sweep you off your feet.

“If you want I’m sure we can think of a different way you can repay me, baby girl.” He leaned back in his chair slightly, thick thighs spread as an open invitation.

You felt sick, thinking back on the times you’d spent together. There was once a time when you would have gladly taken that offer up, dropping to your knees in an instant. But now? Now the perfect fantasy had been shattered and you were finally seeing things in black and white, promising yourself you would never let yourself be sucked in with his deception.

Heaving a sigh as you shoved your cell phone into your hoodie pocket before putting it on, grabbing your keys from the kitchen table as you let yourself out your front door. Deciding to head down to the club early to train before it opened for the evening, hoping that you’d be given an easier fight tonight.

“Hey, if it isn’t our new top fighter.” Kirishima smiled, watching you come out of the changing rooms still wearing your fighting attire. Covered in a sheen of sweat, your joints screaming at you for some relief but a victory was still a victory, “You did great against Yanagi tonight, she didn’t stand a chance.”

You were lucky that she hadn’t anticipated you to throw a left hook her way, the hit connecting directly with the side of her face as you knocked her back to the floor. The surprise winded her and rendered her immobile as the timer slowly ticked down. Luck, but you’d won. That’s all that mattered.

Opening the door to the cage you stepped forward into the ring to join him, giving him a small smile, “Hey, Kiri. Thanks.”

Over the last few weeks, Kirishima had been a comfort to you at the fight club, helping you out with training in the afternoons before business hours and tending to your injuries after each bout. You could tell he wanted to find out more about you but was respectful about how he asked the questions and you appreciated that about him. Comforting you even though he didn’t know the reasons why.

You’d found it so strange that the redhead was so eager to get back into the ring even after his fight with Rappa. The altercation would’ve been the final bout for most, the gash on his back still a deep crimson colour as it was held together with stitches, certain to scar. But Kirishima hadn’t let it deter him from fighting, instead of helping you to train in the afternoons before Dynamight’s club opened.

“You fancy a bit of after-hours practice too, huh?” He motioned to the bag he’d hung up near the centre of the ring as he turned back to give it another solid punch.

“Something like that,” You hummed, you didn’t really have much else to do. The new apartment you’d moved into after your breakup didn’t feel like a home, void of any personal touches that you’d usually keep. And spending the night alone with your thoughts felt like more and more of a curse these days, especially when you woke up in a cold sweat because of nightmares of Shindou.

“Do you wanna-” Kirishima motioned to the bag but a loud noise caught you by surprise.

“Why are you still here?” Bakugou’s voice echoed in the quiet warehouse as he stepped out of his office, a gym bag on his shoulders as he looked at you and Kirishima in the ring.

“Just finishing up some late night training, Bakubro.” Kirishima gave him a wave, “You wanna join us?”

“Shouldn’t you be resting? I saw Tokage almost knock you out tonight.” He ignored Kirishima’s question to glare at you, brows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“It was a lucky shot,” You muttered, still feeling the throb from her punch to your head, dangerously close to your temple, “I had it,”

“Yeah, sure looked like you did, sweetheart.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I thought Mina said you had concussion.”

“M’fine.” You mumbled, trying to ignore the throb in your cranium.

“I don’t wanna be cleanin’ up your battered body from the fuckin’ floor.” He snarled, nostrils flaring, “Ain’t none of my guys gonna leave this club in a body bag.”

There were certain moments where you feared Bakugou, but it was a different sort of fear than you’d felt with Shindou. Shindou often only cared for himself, so there were moments you knew that he was selfishly looking out for number one, uncaring about the consequences or what happened to anyone else. Even though Bakugou was just as cold and callous as Shindou at times, he showed true care for his fighters; his family as Kirishima put it. You’d heard stories from Kaminari about the police trying to shut down the fight club numerous times, and on each occasion, Bakugou was fully prepared to go down to protect everyone else. It was a certain kind of selflessness and empathy that Shindou certainly lacked. But it didn’t mean you didn’t fear Bakugou, because you did. The tone of his voice had your stomach lurching with a different type of fear, not wanting to disappoint him or lose this opportunity.

“Go home and get some fuckin’ rest.” Bakugou began to leave the warehouse, “And lock up properly.”

Kirishima turned to you with a sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck, “He’s probably right. Today was a long day, maybe we can meet up tomorrow afternoon for some practice before the club opens?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” You smiled back at him as you pulled your mitts off.

Kirishima brought you into a tight hug before picking up his duffel bag, “Come on, let me walk you home?”

True to his word, Kirishima was in the club early the next afternoon waiting for you. A giant smile on his face when he saw you walk into the changing rooms already clad in your baggy shirt and leggings. Tugging off your hoodie as you dropped it onto the bench, unzipping your bag to pull out your gloves and hand wraps.

He’d spent hours helping you with your stance, telling you all about how to protect yourself from certain hits and even throwing a few kicks your way. Taking a chug from your water bottle as the other fighters began to come into the club to prepare for the evening's events.

“So who are you up against tonight?” Kirishima tugged his sweaty shirt off as he bundled it into a ball in his locker, your eyes scanning his back as you took in the deep gash on his back that was slowly healing from his fight with Rappa.

“Uh, I think their name was Midnight?”

“Oh, damn. That’s gonna be a good fight.” Kirishima smiled as he sat down beside you with a water bottle, watching you wrap your hands.

“What do you know about her?” You’d seen some of the bets coming in, and the odds Sero had offered weren’t in your favour. It made you nervous thinking about what she was capable of, but you knew nothing.

“She’s been around the circuit for years, think she was even fighting when I was a kid.” Kirishima laughed, “But she packs a punch, I wouldn’t let my guard down around her.”

There was something about the way Kirishima spoke about Midnight that filled your gut with dread. He wasn’t one to sugarcoat or underestimate his opponents, so for him to give you a warning about watching yourself around her made you nervous.

“Not sure I’d even wanna fight her.” Kaminari laughed, leaning down to wrap his feet and ankles, “Unless it involved her wrapping her thighs around my head-”

“Dude.” Kirishima rolled his eyes, “She’d eat you alive.”

“And I’d let her.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter as you gasped in pain, clutching your waist as you grit your teeth. Trying to breathe through the ebb that had seared through your side, still feeling the effects from your last bout.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay to fight tonight?” Kirishima placed his hand on your shoulder comfortingly as he looked down at you with ruby orbs.

“M’fine.” You mumbled.

“Maybe we should postpone your fight? Midnight can fight Mina and we can schedule you in another time?” Kirishima smiled.

“No,” You stood up from the bench, grabbing your mitts, “I need to fight.”

“It’s okay to take a night off, you know. Bakugou won’t get rid of you for that-” Kaminari looked worried as you shook your head.

“It’s nothing to do with him, I said I’m okay to fight.” You growled, “I gotta go.”

You left the changing rooms to go towards the ring for your fight, noticing your opponent preparing on the other side of the room as you began to feel nervous. She looked far more seasoned than you were, like Kirishima had told you. And her body was definitely in better shape, the crowd already calling her name as you took a deep breath.

“You ready for this, little lamb?” Sero smiled as he welcomed you into the ring.

“Yeah,” You mumbled as he squeezed your arm before walking towards the centre of the ring with his megaphone.

His words faded out as you looked across the cage at your opponent, she wasn’t even looking at you. Charming the crowd as she waved at the jeering fans, winking and blowing kisses as you tried to work out how you were going to win against her.

Drowning Sero’s voice out as you tried to focus, wishing you had some sort of plan. All the advice Kirishima had given you had left your mind as you were left standing in the ring with your opponent. A smug grin on her face as she didn’t look perturbed in the slightest, the complete opposite of you.

The doubt began to grow inside you as you failed to hear the bell ringing to signal the start of the fight, only noticing when Midnight threw a punch your way. Barely blocking it with your forearm as you stepped to the side, failing to catch the right hook she threw at you as it clocked you in the jaw.

“Well, this’ll be an easy one.” She smirked at you as you cradled your face. The metallic texture of blood thick on your tongue as you spat onto the ground, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you stained your white hand wraps with blood, “Come on sweetie. There’s no way you’re this bad.”

You snarled at her insult, swinging your leg as you managed to hit her in the upper thigh, her knee bending as she buckled but didn’t fall.

“Oh, so she does know how to fight.” Midnight smirked, keeping light on her feet as she moved around you. Throwing a jab your way which you easily avoided, allowing you to send one back in retaliation but you were met with air.

Midnight threw a kick at you that landed, almost knocking you to the ground as your legs buckled. Your palm was flat against the ground as you kept yourself upright, using the opportunity to throw a low punch her way. Swinging upwards as you managed to knock her jaw, knocking her back as you stood upright again.

“Come on, darling.” She laughed, “You can do better than that, surely.”

You managed to dodge the next punch she threw your way but missed her sharp reflexes as she threw the second one in quick succession, this one hitting you in your side, knocking against your bruised ribs as you let out a loud cry of pain. White spots blanking your vision as you tried desperately to blink them away, your body crying out from the impact as Midnight shoved you backwards. Caught off guard as your back hit the hard floor with a thud, the crowd roared as she began to celebrate, turning away from your spent body as she began to wave to her fans.

Sero’s voice boomed in the background as you stayed flat on your back, completely still apart from the heavy rise and fall of your chest as you tried to ignore the throb in your side.

From your position you could see Bakugou hanging over the railings outside his office, watching your fight with a stoic expression on his face. Probably regretting ever allowing you to fight at his club at this moment, feeling embarrassed for the way you were currently flat on your back in front of everyone. You had to do something, anything to get up.

Trying to blink back the pain as you turned onto your stomach, your gloved hands pressed to the floor as you took a deep breath. Pushing up with your arms as you threw a low kick into the back of Midnight’s knees, causing them to bend as you swept her off her feet and onto her back.

“Shit,” She gasped as you winded her, choked breaths leaving her lips as you had an opportunity to stand, “So there is some fight in you, who knew?”

She stood quickly as she immediately tried to throw another punch your way, this time your fists were poised in front of your face as you blocked each one. Curling to the side as you managed to hit her head on, the impact caused her to grunt as she stumbled back. Not giving her a moment to retaliate as you threw punch after punch until she was backed into a corner. Each one landed on target until her legs gave out and she dropped to the floor, her back propped up by the side of the ring as a bell rang out over the tannoy.

“AND FIGHT! We have a winner.” You heard your name from over the megaphone as you turned to see Sero in the middle of the ring, trying to wave you over as you stepped back from Midnight.

“You got lucky the timer ran out, or I would’ve had you.” She groaned, blood trickling down from her nose as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

Stepping away from her as you let Sero take your arm, holding it in the air as the crowd roared for you, chanting your name as you felt the relief begin to flow through your veins, knowing that you’d be getting paid for this fight.

“Are you okay?” You fell into Kirishima’s arms as you stepped down from the ring, his larger form catching you with ease as he helped direct you towards the changing rooms. His hands undid the ties to your gloves as he held them under his arm, shouldering the door as he led you inside. Sitting you down on one of the benches as he kneeled between your thighs to hold a water bottle up to your lips, tilting it for you to take a drink before your shaky hands were confident enough to take it from him.

“You’re hurt,” Kirishima shook his head, “We need to get you checked out. You might have to go to hospital-”

“No hospitals.” You muttered, there was no way you’d be able to afford the medical bills.

“We’ll see,” Kirishima seemed unconvinced, “I’ve gotta go and fight, but I’ll be back soon okay? I’m fighting Kaibara so it should be quick.”

“You’re fighting tonight?” You looked down at him as he rubbed your thigh soothingly, nodding his head with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m virtually good as new.” He grinned, “But are you gonna be okay?”

“I’m fine, Kiri. You go, good luck.” You smiled, trying to smile to conceal the intense pain currently throbbing through your side as he bit his lower lip, obviously debating on whether to leave you alone or not.

“Do you want me to get Denks?” He squeezed your thigh reassuringly.

“No, no. I’m fine, really.” Kirishima didn’t seem convinced but he left you alone.

The door to the changing room opened and you half expected it to be Kaminari because Kirishima was worried and went to get him regardless but you were shocked to see Bakugou standing in the doorway, a dark glare on his face as he clenched his jaw. Slamming the door behind him as he surged forward.

“What the fuck was that?” He was so close you could smell the musky scent of him, his aftershave permeating the air as it made it difficult for you to think.

“What do you mean?” You blinked up at him in confusion.

“That little performance you put on out there.” His top lip curled into a snarl.

“Performance? But I won?” You raised an eyebrow, wasn’t it something he should be happy about? That one of his fighters was winning, making him a ridiculously large cut of the bets that had been placed on you.

“You’re hurt.” His eyes focused on the dark mark on the apple of your cheek before flickering back to meet your gaze.

“So?”

“What did I fuckin’ say to you.” Bakugou snarled, “I don’t want to carry you out in a body bag.”

“I’m not-” You began, but he was quick to cut you off.

“You’re pushing yourself way too much, what've ya got to prove?”

“Nothing.” You hummed.

“So why are you really doing this to yourself? Ain’t no one had to fight like this before.” He growled, “Even fuckin’ Dabi knew his limits.”

“I just need the money.” You shrugged.

“The money ain’t gonna mean shit if you kill yourself in the ring.” He shook his head, pushing some of his messy blond hair back from his forehead.

“That’s better than what’ll happen to me otherwise.” You muttered.

“So tell me why you’re trying to kill yourself out there?” Bakugou was losing his patience with you, you could tell from the way his throat bobbed as he held back his tone. Fingers clenched into fists at his sides as he continued to glare at you.

“Why do you even care?” You mumbled, avoiding his intense gaze.

“There are people that don’t want to see you six feet under, princess.” Bakugou rasped.

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed, “Like who?”

It was only for the slightest moment, and you would’ve sworn it was a trick of the mind beneath the intense fluorescent lights that glared down at you. But you could’ve sworn that just for a second you saw Bakugou’s eyes soften. Before he caught himself as he reached up to squeeze your upper arm gently, hearing you gasp out in pain as you tried to shrink back from his grip.

“Take the rest of the week off, you’re in no shape to fight.” He shook his head.

“No, Bakugou. I can’t-” You stared at him in disbelief.

“You can and you will, no debate.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “It’s like I’m the only fuckin’ person that wants you alive.”

“Please, Bakugou.”

“Go fuckin’ home.” You watched him leave the changing room just as angry as he entered it, throwing the door back as it slammed against the wall. Your heart hammering in your chest as his actions lingered in your mind, why was he acting like he cared?

It took you longer than it should’ve to leave the club that night, forgoing Kirishima’s offer of help to patch you up as you gathered the bandages you’d need to do so. Stepping beneath the warm stream of water in the vacant shower stalls as you let it soothe your aching muscles. Looking down at the pure white ceramic floor as you watched the blood that had stuck to your skin wash down the drain, leaning into the stream as you let yourself bask in the warmth. You had to monitor how long you spent in the shower at home, not wanting to add a huge water bill to your already rising debts so it was a welcome change to have this luxury.

Stepping out as you wrapped a fluffy towel around your frame, languidly drying off your sensitive skin as you caught sight of your reflection in the hazy mirror. Even though it was obscured you could still make out the dark marks that now littered your broken body, bruises that were now forming that would probably take weeks to heal. Leaning down to place two fingers against the one against your ribs as you gasped in pain, blinking to try and alleviate it as you picked up a bandage to wrap it.

Slowly tugging your clothes back on as you wrapped your hoodie around your tired body, dumping the towel in your bag even though it was damp as you made to leave the club. Not realising how late it actually was until you noticed most of the lights were now turned off, leaving the warehouse in eerie darkness with only the muffled sound of grunting in the distance. A single spotlight shone on the main cage that sat in the centre of the room. Stepping closer as you noticed the man standing in the middle as he threw punches at the back, keeping light on his feet as he made soft grunts upon impact.

You’d heard stories about Bakugou fighting even before you’d joined the club. Articles and posts online that to anyone else would’ve sounded like clickbait. Tales about how he’d punched someone so hard they’d bit their own tongue off, undercuts that had his opponents flung from the ring, that he’d only started the club to hide the number of people he’d killed— But you’d never even seen Bakugou lift a fist until now. He’d foregone the gloves for bright orange hand wraps that were intricately wrapped around his hands and wrists, sweat dripping down his brow as wispy blond hairs stuck to his temples as he circled the bag.

You couldn’t help but stare as you stood in the middle of the warehouse watching him, eyes trained on the muscles in his back flexing with each jab. The skin glistened beneath the single light as he continued to grunt from deep in his chest, scars that you assumed were from his previous fights marred his body as he sent four quick hits in succession at the bag. Even just watching him like this now you could understand why he wouldn’t want to fight in his own club anymore, the marks on his skin signs of past victories and losses— but from how skilled he seemed in the ring he would’ve been able to win against most opponents that frequented his club quite easily.

Butterflies tickled your rib cage as your eyes drifted up to his face, his jaw locked with a look of pure determination on his features. Feeling your body heat up at the sight of him, a familiar throb between your thighs as you tried to shake the sensation. He honestly did look perfect like this, a body sculpted by the Gods and placed onto earth for mere mortals to gaze upon. The sounds that left his lips doing nothing to quell the needy ache as he raised his leg to throw a kick towards the bag.

“You stalkin’ me now, sweetheart?” He snarled punching the bag, “Didn’t I tell you to go home?”

You let out a squeak of surprise as he turned his head your way, not taking his attention off the bag as he threw another jab towards it.

“I- uh-” You mumbled as you tried to come up with an excuse that wasn’t “I was stealing your hot water because I can’t afford my bills.”, feeling completely perceived as he threw a final punch towards the large bag, watching the weight of if sway from impact as he picked up his towel. Wiping away the sweat on his brow as he wrapped it around his neck to collect the sweat that was dripping down his back.

“Seriously,” Bakugou grunted, dropping out of the ring to come closer to you. A mix of his sweat and aftershave made you dizzy as you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact and resist the urge to look down, “Go home.”

You watched him walk through the dark warehouse as he made a beeline for his office, the sound of his boots going up the metal steps echoed through the building as he lifted the corner of the towel to wipe at his face. It was as though you were frozen in motion, unable to move until you watched him open his office door.

“What did I fuckin’ say?” His voice easily carried as he shouted down at you, the sound causing you to jump in surprise as he caught you staring again.

“‘m goin’, I’m going.” You mumbled, your hand tightening its grip on the strap of your bag on your shoulder as you made your way towards the exit of the warehouse.

Maybe he’d forget he told you not to come back tomorrow.

Your body ached as you finally made it home, the adrenaline that had been pumping through your veins beginning to ebb as you flopped onto your shabby couch.

You gasped as you managed to avoid the punch that Kendou threw at you, her large hand poised in a fist as you tried to throw a jab her way but she was quick to avoid it.

Kaminari had told you she was one of the best boxers Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu’s gym had to offer, her name constantly appearing in the local rankings. You’d listened, of course you had, but your need for money was your current driving force as you tried not to allow that information to get to you.

But it was difficult, when you were so tired and your body was aching. Unable to remember the last time you’d managed to get a full night's rest, the bags beneath your eyes began to look more like war wounds than lack of sleep. The unhealed marks on your body made it even more difficult as you winced, trying to ignore the ebb of pain as you threw a jab towards Kendou.

The moment the jab missed and she retaliated with a punch to your ribs you knew you were going to lose, choking back a cough as your eyes watered. This was going to be the second defeat this week, pain now blanking your vision as you ached all over. Unable to recall exactly where she’d hit you because everything hurt, a constant throb ebbing through your spent frame.

“Come on, babe.” You could hear Kaminari’s voice from the corner of the cage, “You got this.”

You felt luck on your side when you managed to duck her punch, your mitt connecting with the side of her cheek as she stumbled to the side. Certain you’d be able to pull this back and hopefully win before Sero rang the bell to signal the end of the round but it was too late, Kendou’s reflexes far too quick as she knocked your chin. Knocking you back to the floor as your back connected with the surface, a searing pain now travelled through your veins as it made it impossible to move. Coughing and spluttering as Sero stepped in to stop Kendou from throwing another punch your way.

You could hear the crowd counting down, giving you your final seconds to turn this around and get up- but you couldn’t. Your entire body felt aflame as you lay there in the centre of the ring, blinking back tears as you heard the final bell. Sero’s voice hollered through his megaphone as he announced Kendou as the winner. Disappointment heavy on your mind as this was now the second fight you’d lost this week, not even wanting to think about facing another. Not like you had any choice, if you didn’t fight you didn’t get paid.

“Hey, babe. You okay?” Kirishima’s ruby eyes gazed down at you as he knelt at your side, nodding your head feebly as his muscular arms reached out to help you up, “That’s it, I got you.” He cooed as he helped you to your feet.

The room felt as though it was spinning as you tried to drown out the loud, obnoxious cheers in the background, your feet stumbling as you fell into Kirishima’s side. His muscular arms held you upright as he stopped you from face planting the floor. Blinking to try and remove the white spots that obscured your vision as he led you from the ring.

“Where does it hurt?” Kirishima whispered against your temple softly as he tried not to place his hands in the wrong places, but it didn’t help much. Thankful for the adrenaline that still rushed through your veins because you hurt everywhere. Shaking your head in response to him as he helped you down the stairs at the exit of the cage, looking down at the shiny black shoes that blocked your path as you tilted your head just enough to notice Bakugou glaring down at you.

“Bring her to my fuckin office.”

It was at that moment that everything went black.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up, your head resting against a soft pillow as you shifted your tired body on the couch you were laying on. The soft leather squeaking beneath your movements as you recognised it as Bakugou’s office, letting out a low groan as you tried to sit up. The room spun erratically as you flopped back down, your head back against the pillow as you clenched your eyes shut.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You heard Bakugou’s voice as you risked opening your eyes, noticing him standing up from his desk as he left his laptop open. Coming towards you as he looked over you from your position on the couch, a cigarette dangling from between his lips, “What did I say?”

You grimaced in response as you tried to get your pupils to focus on him, the change of light had you squinting as he continued. Tugging the cigarette from his lips as he pointed it towards you, the ash dropping to the floor from the ferocity of his movements as he glared at you. You’d ignored his request to take a week off, slipping into the club the very next night to add yourself to the roster. It wasn’t like you wanted to disobey him, but you didn’t have much of a choice. If you didn’t fight, you didn’t get paid. And if you didn’t get paid, neither did Shindou-

“You can’t fight like that. Are you trying to die?” He crossed his arms over his chest, the cigarette still between his fore and middle fingers.

“I thought I had it.” You mumbled, feeling as though you were being scolded by a parent for not doing well.

“You woulda fuckin’ won if you weren’t so sloppy.” He rolled his eyes, “You can’t fight hurt, dumbass. Are you even sleeping?”

“Yes.” You lied, your sleeping pattern had been ruined since owing this debt, keeping you up at night as you dwelled on it.

“Tch, yeah right.” Bakugou scoffed, turning to stub the lit cigarette out in the ashtray on top of his desk, “Why are you pushing yourself so much?”

“‘m not.” You lied again, avoiding his eye contact as your eyes began to come into focus.

“You know I decide if you fight or not.” He replied simply.

“But you said, I-”

“There’s no fuckin’ point sending you out there to get beat up.” He cut you off, “You got a fuckin’ deathwish or somethin’?”

“N-no, but I-”

“I ain’t putting you out there to lose,” He continued, “Gonna make me look bad.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment you thought you saw something else in them, “Go home. Rest up.”

“But-” You couldn’t afford that luxury, no matter how much you coveted it.

“No buts. I told you to take the week off, so take the fuckin’ week off. The club will still be here when you’re healed, stop tryin’ to prove yourself.” He growled, “I’ll get Kiri to take you home.”

“I don’t need you looking out for me, I can take care of myself.” You pushed, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Clearly you can’t.” He snorted, ��If you don’t go home and rest up, you ain’t fighting in here again.”

“You can’t do that.” Not after what you’d done to get here, what you’d done to get the job in the first place.

“It's my club, sweetheart. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

You were nervous to return to the club the following night, thankful when you showed up to hear that Bakugou was out for the evening. Glad you wouldn’t have to worry about him telling you to leave and come back after the week, you needed the money. Smiling at Sero as he brought you into a one-armed hug, picking your opponent as he added you to the table for the evening.

“Thought Bakugou said you weren’t gonna be fighting tonight.” Sero continued writing on the giant whiteboard, organising the fights for the night and the odds for each person.

“Yeah, change of plan.” You smiled, trying to ignore the dull throb in your head.

“You sure you’re up to it, babe?” He raised a brow as he pointed the black felt tip of the pen in your direction, “Ain’t no shame in having a night off to kick back and relax. Maybe place some bets yourself?” He grinned.

“I’m fine,” You smiled, “Never better!”

“If you say so,” Sero shrugged as he added your name onto the board, hoping that Bakugou wouldn’t come out to check the roster and see your name in bold.

“Didn’t think we’d even see you today honestly,” He scrolled through the notes in his phone as he continued adding names to the board, “You took a pretty bad beating last night.”

“Yeah,” You felt embarrassed that so many people had seen you like that, the loss a pretty big one.

“I don’t remember the last time I’d seen Bakugou so worried-”

“Wait, Bakugou worried?” You cut him off, your brow raised in confusion.

“Yeah! He was the one that patched you up last night.”

“Bakugou?” Bakugou had been the one to bandage you up?

“Yeah, told us to leave you in his office.” Sero shrugged, “So Kirishima carried you up the stairs when you passed out just outside the ring. You were in there for hours too.”

You’d had no idea that Bakugou had been the one to patch you up the previous night, especially not after how he’d spoken to you. Smiling at Sero as you made your way towards the changing rooms to tug on your fighting gear, every muscle in your body screaming no as the closer you got. You wanted to listen, to turn around and head straight back home but you knew that wasn’t an option. Tugging out your fighting attire as you tugged your shoes off your feet, slipping your thumbs into the hem of your leggings as you began to ease them down your thighs. You had to do this, you didn’t have a choice.

You were thankful to Sero for giving you an easy fight tonight, managing to get a knockout in half the time it had taken you in previous fights. Feeling almost sorry for Kodai the moment you’d knocked her down, looking like a fish out of water as Sero began the countdown. Finally, a genuine smile on your face knowing that for the first time in days you were actually going to be getting paid. Sero raised your arm in the air to celebrate with the audience, screaming your name into the megaphone as the crowd roared.

Basking in the moment for a few seconds longer before climbing out of the ring, meeting Kirishima at the bottom of the steps who immediately gave you a high five.

“I see your winning streak is back,” He gave you a sharp-toothed smile and a wink as you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Why the fuck are you letting her fight?” Bakugou’s voice made you jump as you both turned to see the livid blond, his jaw clenched as he glared at both of you, his nostrils flared like he was ready to throw a hit at the red-haired man, “I fuckin’ told you to rest up. And you’re out here getting beat the fuck up again-”

“But I won.” You replied simply, as though those words would fix everything.

“Doesn’t matter if you won,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Not when you’re wrecking your body like this.”

“Look at me, I’m fine.” You motioned to your body, trying to ignore that you were still in pain.

“Yeah right,” He reached out a large palm to squeeze your side, fingers digging into your ribs as he watched your face contort in agony. Rolling his eyes as he gave you a pointed look, “You’re killin’ yourself and for what? A couple of yen to buy some shitty heels?”

“I told you, it’s nothing like that-” Not even a tenth of the money was going to yourself, most of it funnelled in to pay your debt to Shindou.

“Oh yeah? Then what is it?” He sneered, “Bit of extra money between whoring?”

“You don’t know shit, Bakugou.” You snarled, feeling your throat tighten as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, barging past him as you caught his shoulder. Ignoring the searing pain that was now coursing through your veins from the impact into his pure muscle as you made your way back towards the changing rooms.

“That wasn’t cool, man.” Kirishima shook his head as he watched you walk away.

The more you began to fight at the club, the more people began to bet on you. Your winnings slowly increased with each bout, but your odds also began to decrease. With more and more people backing your corner, it became harder to earn the money that you needed to keep Shindou off your back. Hoping that you could have at least one night off after facing an opponent almost twice your size the previous night, Magne had left several bruises on your tired body. Every bone in your body aching as you tried to psych yourself up for fighting tonight.

Strapping a boxing glove around your hand as Kirishima came over to help you attach the other, easing it into your hand as he strapped the velcro tight around your wrist. Picking up the pads to place on his own hands as you followed him into the ring, taking a deep breath as you tried to ignore the ache in your chest.

“It’s alright to take a night off you know,” Kirishima slapped his padded hands together as he began to pace on his feet.

“‘m okay, Kiri.” You murmured, holding your gloved hands in front of your face as you began to throw punches towards Kirishima.

“You been fighting a lot though? I think you’re here more than Bakugou and he owns the place.” Kirishima smiled as he dodged one of your hits, quick on his feet as he hopped back.

“I’m okay, I mean it.” You bit your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out, not wanting to talk about why you were really here.

“I’m not judging, we all have our reasons to fight.”

“So what’s yours?” You threw a punch that landed as Kirishima smiled at you.

“I’ve been here since the beginning,” Kirishima shrugged, “When Bakugou first started the fight club it was just the basement under Fatgum’s in the city.”

“The dive bar?” You’d heard of it through Shindou, knowing it as the place some of his clients used to frequent, but you’d never stepped foot inside the place.

“You know it?” Kirishima smiled, “We used to just bet on each other cause there weren’t as many rules back then.”

“But why?”

“We didn’t have much back then, but we knew how to fight. It was just a quick way to make money.” Kirishima tapped his pad to your glove to encourage you to take another swing at him, “And take out those frustrations you know?”

You wondered whether there were others like you, people that owed money to Shindou Yo that had to go to these same extremes to repay their debts.

“One time the feds raided the bar, I’m talking riot gear and everything.” Kirishima smirked, “Had to try explain why Bakugou was stood there covered in blood in the middle of a crowd of fucking people. Was wild.”

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, his grin infectious.

“What made him start the club?-”

“Hey, Bakubro!” Kirishima cut you off as he held up a padded hand in greeting, “You can come train with us if ya like?”

Your heart thumped against your ribcage as you turned nervously, seeing Bakugou stood at the stairs towards his office dressed in a black dress shirt and pinstripe slacks. Bakugou glanced up to see you both in the ring, his vermilion eyes giving you an unreadable expression as he furrowed his brows, “What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

“Uh, training.” You mumbled sheepishly as you glanced towards Kirishima who took a step forward.

“Come join us, Bro. You haven’t fought for a while-”

Bakugou glared in response before continuing to make a beeline towards his office, taking two stairs a time before shutting his door.

“He hates me, Kiri.” You groaned, pouting at the redhead.

You weren’t even sure why you cared that Bakugou didn’t like you, probably the number of times you’d ignored him and returned to the club to fight. But it’s not like it mattered, you’d managed to get the job, and that’s why you were here. You wanted to do enough to pay off your debt so you could stop and finally be free.

So why did his cruel gaze bother you so much?

“I thought you said you didn’t care,” Kirishima smirked.

“I don’t-“ Kirishima held the pads down as he gave you a pointed look, “I just mean it wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t always give me such a hard time.”

“He doesn’t hate you, he’s just like that with everyone.” Kirishima smiled, tapping you on the shoulder with one of the pads as you both resumed positions.

“He’s not like that with you.” You replied as you threw a punch his way, hitting the pad square in the middle as Kirishima headed the impact.

“We’ve been together a long, long time.” Kirishima grunted when you sent another hard hit his way, adjusting the pads as you manoeuvred around the ring, “It just takes him some time to open up.”

“I can’t believe he opens up to anyone,” You smiled, “He’s awful.”

Your words made Kirishima let out a hearty laugh, his ruby eyes glistening as he dodged one of your punches, getting back in position as you circled him.

“He’s not that bad once you get to know him, he’s done a lot for us.” Kirishima grinned back at you.

“Yeah right,” You scoffed.

“I mean it,” Kirishima chuckled, “Not sure we’d all still be here if it weren’t for him.”

“I didn’t know he still fights,” You mumbled, “I thought he just owned the club.”

“Yeah, he used to fight a lot more. I think he became addicted to it,” Kirishima shrugged as he pulled the pads off his hands, slotting them together as he threw them onto the ground, “He spends a lot more time running this place now, he really does a lot for everyone that works here.”

“Oh,” You mumbled as Kirishima began to undo your boxing gloves, helping you take them off as he kept talking.

“Bakugou doesn’t just accept new fighters anymore,” Kirishima dropped one glove to the floor as he moved to unfasten the other one, “For him to have even given you a chance he had to have seen something in you.”

“I doubt that,” You mumbled, remembering how exactly you’d managed to get the job as you wondered whether he’d made anyone else do something like that. Especially with the number of ring girls that seemed to work at Dynamight’s fight club in the evening.

“You don’t know why, do you?” Kirishima asked, the question catching you off guard as you shook your head.

“He didn’t mean what he said the other day, you know?” Your stomach lurched as you remembered Bakugou’s words to you. Maybe he did just think you were a whore, you hadn’t hesitated when you sunk onto your knees. Wondering how often he got propositioned like that and whether it was his way of initiating his new fighters. But somehow hearing the words from Bakugou hurt more than it ever had when Shindou used to call you the same thing.

“He just worries because he cares.” Kirishima gave you a small smile.

“He’s got a funny way of showing it.” You mumbled.

“Just trust me on this one, okay?” Kirishima smirked, placing a hand on your shoulder as he tugged you into a sweaty one-armed hug, “You wanna go grab some food before we open?”

He climbed out of the ring to grab his bag, dumping the pads down on the bench beside him as he hoisted his bag over his shoulder, smiling at you.

“Nah, it’s okay. Think I’m gonna get some more practice in.” You followed him out of the ring to grab your water bottle, taking a big chug of water before grabbing your mitts again.

“Don’t overwork yourself.” He shouted at you as he went to leave the warehouse, his voice echoing as you waved back at him. Walking towards one of the hanging punching bags in the training area, as you began to throw hits against it.

“You’d have more power if you moved your right foot forward more,” You jumped in surprise as you turned to see Bakugou watching you, his hands stuffed in sweatpant pockets.

“Jesus, you fucking scared me.” You moved a gloved hand to your heart as you tried to calm the thud that pounded against your rib cage, the blond’s close proximity doing nothing to help matters.

“If you throw like this, it’ll take less energy with more results.” Bakugou leaned over you towards the punching bag as his fist landed against it with a thud. Sending the bag swinging back as you tried to ignore the bulging veins in his forearms. Intricate tattoos lined his skin and mixed with scars that littered his body.

“You still fight?” You mumbled, trying to hide how warm you felt with him so close to you. His scent invaded your senses as you tried desperately not to glance to the side, his body towering over you as he took a step back.

“Still one of the best, princess,” Bakugou smirked, steadying the swaying bag as it continued swinging.

“So how come I haven’t seen you?” You snort, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Kirishima made it seem past tense, that Bakugou only had glory days now. Bittersweet memories to think about, alone in the dark as Bakugou practised in the eerie silence of the gym with nothing but the sandbag to answer to his fists.

“Haven’t needed to,” He shrugged, “The club makes money.”

“When’s the last time you fought?”

“A while ago, I usually just spar with Kiri now.” Bakugou watched as you took a swing at the bag he’d steadied. Listening to his instructions as you landed the hit perfectly, surprising yourself with how much it swung, “That’s it-”

He watched you take another swing with a smile on his face, watching you listen to his advice as you allowed the punches to follow through.

“How’d a pretty girl like you learn how to fight anyway, princess?” You looked back at him as he slowed the bag again, strong arms wrapping around it as you watched his muscles flex.

“My ex,” You hummed, noticing the way Bakugou’s jaw stiffened at the words.

“What he teach ya to fight for? Self-defence?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it,” You chewed the inside of your cheek as you swung another hit to the bag.

“Must’ve been good, if you know how to fight like you do.” Bakugou watched as you raised the glove up to your face, catching the end of the velcro between your teeth as you tugged to unfasten it. Mood shifting quickly as you're reminded of the weight of 20,000,000¥ hanging over your head.

“I guess so,” You muttered. He notices how your pouty lips purse, internally he sighs.

“I thought I told you not to come back to the club until you were healed?” His expression softened as you tugged the other mitt off, noticing the bruises that littered your forearm.

“I feel fine,” You lied, the skin still sore from the previous assaults, but you didn’t have the luxury for time off.

“Yeah, well you look like shit.” He deadpanned, patience stretched thin from your blatant lies

“You’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” You glared, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem when you were suckin’ my dick in my office.” Bakugou scoffed.

“Yeah, because I didn’t have a choice.”

“We always have choices, princess.” Bakugou snarked, crossing his arms over his chest, “Like your choice to get beaten up every fuckin’ night.”

“I don’t lose that much,” You grumbled, some of your opponents had been far more challenging than you’d anticipated. There was no way you could win your fights every time, thankful you always ended up with something at the end of each night, even if it was barely enough to cover your debt payment for each week.

“You’re worse when your body’s fucked.” He scoffed, “Throw a lot of shitty punches.”

You knew he was right, you’d lost a lot more fights than you’d hoped to while being here. Although the crowd always seemed to have your back, some of your opponents were just too big, too strong. Maybe if you weren’t so fatigued you’d stand a chance, but with how your body was right now it was unlikely. You wished you could afford the luxury of a night off, but the debt still continued to breathe down your neck. But you couldn’t help but take Bakugou’s words to heart, you weren’t sure why you wanted so badly to impress him. So used to the men in your life underestimating you, telling you that you can’t do things.

“My ex said I was never very good at boxing,” You shook your head with a smile, “Said there were plenty of other things I was good at though.”

“Yeah? Well, your ex was a fuckin’ idiot.” Bakugou scoffed, “I guess that’s why he’s an ex.”

You felt your heart soar at his words, so certain that the angry blond hated you since you stepped foot inside his club.

“Yeah,” You were full of melancholy as you tugged your other glove off. Dropping them to the bench beside you as you began to unwrap your hand wraps, Bakugou stepped forward to take your hand in his own to help you.

“You know I don’t just let anyone fight here,” The calloused pads of his fingers grazed your skin as he slowly unwrapped the fabric, “That day you came into my office I just had a feelin’ you’d be good.”

“Is that why you put me up against Mina?” You rolled your eyes.

“Had to give you a challenge, princess.” He smirked, moving to the other hand.

“Oh yeah? And what if I was terrible at fighting, I coulda died.” You rolled your eyes again as he gave you a genuine smile, his eyes softening as they met yours.

“I wouldn’t have let that happen.” He shook his head.

“That’s not what other people said.”

“Oh yeah?” Bakugou hummed, “What’re other people sayin’?”

“That you’re an asshole that would leave their bodies outside if they died as a warning."

“You been watchin’ too much bullshit news.” He grinned, “S’makin’ you sound crazy.”

“Denki said it too.” You smiled, recalling the elaborate story Kaminari had told you whilst drunk, claiming there were bodies inside storage lockers all across the city.

“He fuckin’ would.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “There’s a lotta people that want me dead. You can’t blame me for wanting to protect the people I care about, I’m sure you’d do the same.”

That was the same thing Shindou always used to say to you, that he was looking out for you and your best interests. Protecting you from all the cruelty in the world, and keeping you safe. But because of that you’d seen more than you’d ever hoped to see, desensitised yourself to a lot of cold, callous acts. The irony was now you needed protection from the same man that vowed to protect you all those months ago.

“You need to have Kirishima show you how to properly wrap your hands, dumbass.” Bakugou rolled his eyes at the sight of your bruised knuckles, “No wonder you’re so fucked.”

He unfurled the last bit of material before slowly rolling it into a ball, his hands moving swiftly against the fabric as though it was something he’d done time and time again.

“My ex taught me how,” You hummed, remembering the first time Shindou had stood between your thighs as he slowly wrapped your wrists as he taught you how to fight.

“Well, it seems like he’s an idiot in more ways than one.” Bakugou shook his head.

The stories you’d heard about Bakugou had been similar to ones that circulated about Shindou. That he was cold, hostile and dangerous. Article after article online warding you off him as you scrolled to try and find information about his fight club, stories about death and destruction at the hands of him and his club. Tales that should’ve had you racing in the other direction if you’d had a choice. But being with him now, like this? Everything felt different. You thought back to the evening in his office when you’d passed out, remembering that look on his face when you’d first woke up. Was it worry that clouded his vermilion gaze?

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Bakugou cooed, “What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Huh? Oh- nothing,” You felt the fear beginning to grow as you replayed Shindou’s threats in your mind.

“‘m sorry about the other night.” He was so quiet you weren’t even sure if you’d heard it at first.

“What?” You felt your cheeks heat up.

“About you being a whore,” He shook his head, “I was being a fuckin’ asshole, I shouldn’ta said it.”

“S’fine.” You shrugged.

“It’s not fine,” He continued, “What I shoulda said is I didn’t want to see you get hurt, that you mean too much to m- to everyone at the club to see something bad happen to you.”

“I doubt they care that much,” You smiled, pressing the flat of your palm against the bag as you let it sway, “But it’s okay. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“But sometimes you gotta let someone take care of you.” He rasped.

“Yeah?” You hummed, avoiding his gaze.

“I just told ya, there are people that care about you, dumbass. They don’t wanna see you hurt.” He shook his head, nudging your shoulder.

“Like who?” The last person that you thought cared for you had you in this mess, making you question whether any of Shindou’s feelings for you were ever genuine.

“You know who,” He scoffed, “All of the idiots in the club care about you.”

“But what about you?” You said it before you’d even thought about the implications.

“You’re infuriating.” He rasped, rolling his eyes, “Of course I fuckin’ care.”

“You do?” Bakugou was so close to you now that you were certain he could hear your heart hammering in your chest, his scent invading your senses as you stared up at him with thick lashes.

“Dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his warm palm cupping your cheek as he pulled you into a sultry kiss. You felt your back hit the punching bag as it moved back due to the weight, Bakugou’s other hand grasped your hip to keep you upright as he tugged your body against his. Pressing you against a taut wall of muscle as your hands curled into his shirt, tugging at the fabric as his tongue grazed your lower lip, slipping inside your mouth as he swallowed your moans.

The kiss was intense, visceral and you couldn’t get close enough no matter how hard you tried. Your body craved him, an intense throb emanated from between your thighs as you ground yourself against him. Feeling his stiffening cock straining against his sweats and prodding your stomach. Your hand immediately slid down his chest to grasp him but Bakugou’s reflexes were quicker. His hand wrapped around your wrist to stop you, tugging your arm away from him as he broke the kiss. Chest heaving as vermilion eyes gazed down at you, pupils blown as warm breath fanned your face, “This isn’t about me, princess.”

You mewled as he reattached his lips to yours as though he’d been distant for too long, your hands reaching up to steady yourself on his broad shoulders as he cupped your sex through your leggings. His large palm raised you onto your tip-toes as he put pressure against your core. You moaned into the kiss as you shamelessly rocked yourself against him, desperate for any kind of friction to your neglected sex as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Fuck,” He groaned against your lips as you continued shamelessly grinding against him, lashes fluttering as he broke the kiss to catch a glimpse of your flushed expression. Your lips bruised from the intensity of the kiss as they parted in rough pants, rolling your hips against his hand as he moved towards the hem of your leggings.

“Bakugou,” You whined, warm lips peppered kisses along your jawline as he pushed his palm flat against your abdomen, slipping beneath your panties to brush against your naked slit.

Bakugou sucked in a breath at the feeling of your bare pussy, his middle finger trailed between your folds as he bit down on your neck hard. Pulling another sinful whine from your lips as you coated his finger in your slick.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” He groaned against your pulse point, sending pleasurable vibrations through your body.

The tip of his middle finger pressed against your tight entrance, feeling your walls flutter around it in an attempt to pull him in. Circling the hole as he teased you, your fingernails now digging into his shoulders through his shirt as you tried to angle your hips to push him inside you. To give you the relief that you desperately needed, your entire body aflame with desire.

“P-please, Bakugou.” He couldn’t hold back when you said it like that, the desperate lilt to your voice had him pushing forward, burying his middle finger inside your slick heat. The palm of his hand pressed snug against your clit as you let out a loud whimper, even with one finger you felt the subtle stretch of you around him. Working your cunt as his sinewy body towered over you, his warmth engulfing you as you allowed yourself to fall into him.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d touched yourself, never mind the last time anyone had touched you. Spending so long worrying about how you were going to pay your loan back had left you completely void of any positive emotions, something that probably made Bakugou’s ministrations that much more intense.

Crying out when he added a second finger, scissoring them gently as he pulled away from your neck. Vermilion eyes focused on you intently as he continued pumping them in and out of your quivering hole. Curling them so they brushed against the spongy spot inside you with each roll of his wrist, pulling more sublime noises from your lips.

“Can’t believe how fuckin’ tight you are,” He groaned, “Can barely fit two fingers.”

The husky rasp to his voice did nothing to quell the ache, shamelessly rolling your hips into him to increase the friction as your head fell back against the punching bag. Certain that if Bakugou wasn’t holding you that you’d be a puddle on the floor, your legs trembling as he hit the same spot inside you with every forward motion. The coil inside you was dangerously close to snapping, your toes curling as you felt your walls begin to clench around his digits. Only making Bakugou thrust them with more vigour as he willed you to come undone.

“Come on, princess. Let me look after you,” Bakugou mumbled, “Just let go.”

The sultry tone to his voice had you falling into your bliss, your eyes rolled back as your hips jerked sloppily against his touch. His rough hand grasped you tight to prevent you from shying away from him as he continued to finger you through your climax, whispering gentle words of praise as you came undone with a cry of his name.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He groaned, “Cum all over my fingers.”

Your mind was in a drunken haze as the pleasure continued to flow through your veins, Bakugou’s fingertips languidly brushed against your pulsing walls as he helped you come down from your high. Continuing to pump them inside you as your slick began to drool down his digits, the crude slosh of them inside your cunt had your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Shyly looking up at Bakugou through thick lashes as he kept his gaze focused on you, his warm breath whisking against your skin as you struggled to breathe. Pressing his lips to your temple as he whispered against your skin, “You’re so perfect.”

Bakugou pulled his fingers from your velvety walls as he held them up to the light, spreading his fingers to see the silvery lines of your slick that threaded between them as he shamelessly moved them to his lips. Cleaning your essence off his skin as you felt your overstimulated cunt clench at the nefarious sight.

“Fuck,” He groaned under his breath at the taste of you on his tongue, “So good.”

Trying to hide your flushed face in the curve of his chest as he moved his hand to hold your cheek with his other hand, tilting your head to capture your lips in a tender kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he swallowed your whines. Smirking at the way you leaned forward to try and follow his lips as he pulled away, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes as his rough palm squeezed your ass gently, using the grip in order to slowly turn you to face the punching back as he bent your body. Large hands roughly tug the fabric of your leggings down as he ruts his hard cock against your ass. A warm hand around your neck as he squeezed roughly, “Fuck, baby girl. You’re so pretty when you cum.”

Suddenly you become rigid in Bakugou's grip. The old nickname has memories flooding the forefront of your mind. The sound of it took you back to the deepest, darkest depths of your soul as you tried to bite back tears.

“Yo, come on it’s late, let's go home.” You smiled, tugging on his hand as you tried to direct him towards the exit of the club. It was well into the early hours and you wanted nothing more than to tug off the heels from your sore feet and snuggle into a plush, warm bed.

“One sec, baby girl.” He grinned, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your neatly glossed lips, “There’s one thing I gotta do first. Come on-”

Shindou took your hand in his larger one as he led you down the quiet corridors towards the club, opening a door without knocking as he stepped into a small back office room. The desk was messy, shelves of drinks lined the walls as your eyes focused on the man shivering in the middle of the room.

“Is this the guy?” Shindou spoke to Toteki as he was shoved forward, his eyes darting from between Shindou and you as you could see the dark bags beneath them. His hands trembling as he switched his focus from Shindou to you, as though silently pleading with you.

“This is the guy boss,” Toteki spoke back, shoving the guy closer to the desk as Shindou stood behind it, picking up the paper that sat there with exactly how much the guy owed.

“Monoma, you know you’ve ignored my last ten calls.” Shindou shook his head, “You know I don’t usually call anyone that much. But I thought, it’s my good friend Monoma, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.”

You watched Shindou’s eyes skim the paper before letting it fall back down on the desk, turning to stare back up at the blond man with dark eyes, “So imagine my surprise when Makabe here came to collect the debt you owed and you didn’t have it.”

“No, no. Please. I’ve got it-” Monoma pleaded with wide eyes.

“Isn’t that what you said last time?” Shindou shook his head, “And the time before that. I’ve gotta say I’m running out of patience, Monoma.”

“I want my money,” He crossed his arms over his chest, “And if you don’t have it I’m going to have to take something of yours until I get it.”

“But I don’t have anything,” Monoma sobbed.

“I thought you just said you could get me my money. Are you lying to me now?”

“No, no. I would never.” Monoma panicked, his eyes wide as they looked between you and Shindou.

“Yo?” You mumbled, you’d never seen this side of his work before. You’d only ever believed he was in accounts and repossession, but he’d always told you he was a fair guy and didn’t do anything that people didn’t deserve.

“What’sa matter baby girl?” He cooed condescendingly, “It’s guys like these that help buy you those pretty shoes, and that dress, and those panties.”

He grasped your ass as though you weren’t in a room full of people. Pushing back against him uncomfortably as the guy in the centre of the room continued to beg. You tried to avert your eyes from his pleading gaze as Shindou’s men stepped forward, Makabe holding onto Monoma as he continued to beg and plead with Shindou.

“I think three fingers will do to start,” Shindou shrugged, “And if you have got my money we’ll keep ‘em on ice so we can give ‘em back? That’s fair isn’t it, doll?”

You blanched at the thought, he didn't honestly mean what you thought he did, did he?

“No, I don’t-” Monoma began.

“Oh, so you don’t have my money?” Shindou raised an eyebrow, “So you lied to me?”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry- I was just, no please, Shindou. Don’t, please- I can get it-” Monoma continued to plead with Shindou as Makabe held him down in a chair. His palm flat against the armrest as Toteki pulled a knife from his waist, his voice getting more high pitched the more hysterical he became.

You tried to avert your gaze from the scene as Toteki held the knife up, Shindou’s large palm quick to grab your cheeks as he squeezed them together, holding your face in a bruising grip as he turned your body to face the scene in front of you. Just as Toteki brought the knife down on Monoma’s hand, the sight made you scream almost as loud as the blond man did. Shindou’s grip on your face prevented you from being any louder as you felt tears begin to stream down your cheeks.

“Come on, baby girl. Look at how pathetic he looks.” Shindou snarled, “This is the kinda asshole that thinks he can steal from me.”

You’d spent so long believing that Shindou Yo was a perfect guy. No, the perfect guy. Spending your days dreaming about the perfect life you were supposed to have with him, that he’d promised you. No doubt in your mind that you’d be with him forever... Until everything went wrong.

“Hey” Bakugou bent his knees slightly to level with your eyes, his hands tilting your jaw slightly, “You with me?”

A loud bang broke you out of your lusty haze as your eyes snapped towards the entrance to the warehouse, fumbling in panic as you tugged your leggings back up over your hips, trying to smooth down your appearance as you grabbed your gym bag.

“Hey, wait-” Bakugou reached out to grab your arm but you avoided his grip, slipping around him as Kaminari and Sero came into sight.

“Hey, babe. Where you off to in such a hurry?“ Kaminari tried to talk to you but you ignored him, keeping your head down as you pulled open the heavy door to the warehouse, letting yourself out into the cool evening air.

“What the fuck did you say to her?” You could just about make out Sero’s voice as you slammed the door shut behind you.

Letting out the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in as tears began to clump in your lashes, finally letting them spill as you allowed yourself to cry.

Shindou’s words were still ringing in your ear.

“You think anyone will ever want you if you leave me?” Shindou smirked, “No man in this city would want my sloppy fucking seconds, baby girl.”

Walking into Shindou’s office you noticed a dishevelled man cowering in the centre of the room. Your boyfriend resting back in his desk chair with his thighs spread as he gently spun the chair side to side as though he was bored. Turning his head to the side to shout at whoever had come into the room without knocking but his angry expression turned to one of amusement at the sight of you. His dark eyes perked up as he waved you over, turning his chair to the side as he reached out for you.

“Hey, baby girl.” Shindou cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he brought you into a soft kiss, “Been waiting for you.”

“Hey, Yo.” You smiled, letting your boyfriend tug you onto his lap as his hands moved to your ass, squeezing the cheeks softly through your skirt as he held you against him.

“You look pretty today,” He hummed, his lips pressing wet kisses to the junction of your neck. Tilting your head to the side as you gave him more space as you felt his hand move around to your front, his fingers dancing along your inner thighs as he slowly began to drag your skirt up.

“Yo,” You mumbled, your eyes glancing over at the man in the room who was shaking in fear, his wide eyes watching everything.

Feeling awkward that there was a random stranger in the room as you tried to pull yourself back from Shindou’s hold, but his hands were tight on your body as he held you down on his lap.

“Hey,” Shindou called out to the man who was sitting in the chair, “Tell her your name,”

His watery eyes stared directly at you as he silently pleaded for your help, the sight haunting as you gripped the side of Shindou’s desk.

“Tell her your fucking name.” Shindou spat as the man panicked.

“Tsuburaba.” He whimpered, “Tsuburaba Kosei.”

“And tell her why you’re here today.” Shindou’s hands groped your thighs as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning your skin as he used his grip to grind you back on his lap.

“B-because I owe you money.” He trembled as he kept his focus on you. You could feel him in your soul trying to beg for his life, that he was petrified in this moment of the same man you loved.

“Jesus, we all know that.” He rolled his eyes, “Fuckin’ idiot. Tell her why you’re here.”

“I-” He stammered.

“Because-” Shindou picked up the gun that was sitting on his desk, pointing it directly at Tsuburaba who instantly yelped.

“Because-” The scared man repeated.

“Because in two months you haven’t paid me back anything, god.” Shindou scoffed, “Was that so fucking hard?”

“No, sir.” He stammered, “But I can explain. My wife, she’s sick- she needs me.”

“Yeah? Well, my girl needs me,” Shindou glared, “You should’ve thought about that before you made me chase you for two long months for fuck all.”

You shifted uncomfortably on Shindou’s lap, there was no way he needed this man’s money that badly. He’d just treated you to a three-course dinner with cocktails, the alcohol still running through your veins and making your mind slightly hazy as you moved to stand from Shindou’s lap. The black-haired man stopped you before you had a chance to leave, opting to shove your face down on his desk instead as he kept his palm flat on your spine as he hovered behind you. The gun was still poised in his hand as he pointed it at Tsuburaba, cocking it menacingly.

“Interest can’t just keep rising forever you know,” Shindou scoffed, “There comes a point where I know you won’t pay me- pretty isn’t she?”

Shindou was sidetracked by the way the man kept staring at you, as though he was trying to plead for his life as if you actually had a say in whether he lived or died.

“No, I-”

“You don’t think she’s pretty?” You could hear the teasing tone in Shindou’s voice as he ruts his hips against your rear, feeling his hard cock pressing against the swell of your ass.

“I didn’t mean, I’m sorry- I-” He panicked, much like Monoma had panicked those months ago. Remembering the scene exactly as you felt tears begin to cling to your thick mascara’d lashes.

“So you do think she’s pretty,” Shindou smirked, his chest pressed against your back as he kissed your cheek, “See baby girl, he thinks you’re pretty.”

The tears began to fall down your cheeks, leaving lines of makeup in their wake as they dropped onto the hardwood of his desk.

“Aw baby girl, why ya crying? I'm just showing my favourite asset."

“Shall we show him just how pretty you are?” Shindou whispered, loud enough for Tsuburaba to hear as he began to lift your skirt.

Revealing the dark green lace panties you’d worn especially for Shindou as he let his calloused fingers stroke along the fabric. A low groan left his lips as he pushed his fingers along your crotch, pressing down on your clit through the fabric as he slipped his fingers beneath it to pull it to the side.

“Yo, no-” You mumbled, trying to sit up from the desk but he used the barrel of the gun to shove you back down, the cool metal of it digging into your back painfully as you were laid back flat on his desk.

Hearing the familiar sound of him unfastening his buckle as he tugged his slacks down just enough to free his aching cock. The crude sound of him spitting filled the room as he spat straight down on the curve of your ass, his thumb smoothing it between your folds as he soaked them in it. His length knocked against your ass as he positioned himself behind you, your eyes glancing up at the man who was still cowering from his subdued spot in the middle of the room.

“Wait until you see her face when she cums, she’s as pretty as a picture.”

You felt him bully the swollen head of his cock between your folds, his pre mixing with his spit as he dragged it along the length of you. Pushing it forward to try and slip inside your tight entrance as he felt resistance. Spitting down on his length for added lubrication as he began to circle his hips, slowly disappearing inside your cunt as he let out a low groan.

“God, you’re tight as ever.” Shindou groaned as he managed to get halfway inside before forcing the rest of his length in. Stilling for a moment to cherish the sensation of your walls clamping around him, a loud cry spilling from your lips at the sensation of him forcing his cock inside you.

“Fuck,” Shindou groaned as he started a brutal pace, not giving you a moment to adjust as he began fucking in and out of you with fervour. His balls slapped against your slit with each rough thrust as his hips would surely leave bruises against the curve of your ass, “Come on, baby girl. We better make this a good show for him. It might be his last.”

Shindou’s hand curved around your hips, pressing two fingers against your clit as he began to press tight circles against it. The sensation was uncomfortable as his hands and your clit were drier than usual, shifting uncomfortably against the desk as you ground yourself back against Shindou’s cock. Making him groan under his breath at the sensation as he continued driving his hips into you from behind, working you towards your bliss.

“Come on, I know you’re close. I can feel you clamping down on my cock.” Shindou groaned as he felt the telltale signs of your impending release.

You hated your body for betraying you in this way, bile rising in your throat as Shindou continued to press against your clit. A high-pitched cry tumbled from your lips as you came undone, your body quivering against the desk as he picked up the pace, shamelessly using you for his release.

“That’s it,” Shindou snarled, “See, isn’t she pretty when she cums?”

Tsuburaba nodded as he tried to ignore the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, paired with the crude sound of your cunt squelching each time Shindou drove his hips forward. Your cheek flat on the desk as your eyes clenched shut tightly, trying to think of something else to make the moment go by fast.

“Watch him, baby girl,” Shindou growled, his palm holding one of your ass cheeks as he continued his pace inside you.

“No,” you shook your head as you remained flat on the desk.

“I fucking said watch.” He snarled, his palm holding the back of your head tight as blunt fingernails dug into your scalp. Positioning you so you were directly facing Tsuburaba, the tears now streaming down his cheeks as he didn’t know where to look. Frozen by fear as he watched Shindou ruthlessly fuck into your pliant body, pulling whimpers from your lips as he was unable to stop his cock from hardening in his pants.

“See how much he’s enjoying it, baby girl.” Shindou scoffed, “See how pretty you look to him, fuck-”

Shindou greedily searched for his release as you heard him laugh behind you, teasingly moving the gun to make it appear as though he’d shot it just to see the way Tsuburaba would flinch in fear.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” Shindou groaned, his pace becoming sloppy as he neared his end, “Oh, fuck.”

He threw his head back as he chased his bliss, giving a few more sharp ruts of his hips as he finally came with a grunt, burying his hot cum deep inside your velvety walls. His hand was almost comforting as he stroked it along your spine, an action that before would’ve completely soothed you but now just had you on edge.

“Isn’t she so beautiful when she cums?” Shindou smirked as he gave a few more lazy thrusts inside you, just to pull more sounds from your pretty lips.

“Y-yes, sir.” Tsuburaba nodded.

“It looks like you were fucking getting off on it,” He laughed, “You sick bastard.”

“N-no, no! It wasn’t like that.” Your face morphed into a grimace as you listened to the man begin to plead for his life again, fresh tears making your eyes glassy as you wished you were anywhere but here.

“Well, I can’t let you live now.” Shindou shrugged, especially not now you know how pretty my girl looks when she’s cumming on my cock.”

Shindou held up the gun, the sound of him cocking it amplified as you closed your eyes, unable to watch even as Shindou tightened his grip on the back of your head.

The gunshot rang out as you let out a wrecked sob, your ears ringing from the close proximity of the noise as it sounded like a car backfiring. Instantly regretting the moment you opened your eyes to see the shot in his forehead, his head lolled to the side as his entire body went limp. Tears streaming down your face at the sight, feeling him press the warm barrel of the gun against your back as he loomed over you.

“Only I get to see you like this, baby girl. You’re mine, remember. Mine.”

You woke up in a cold sweat as the nightmare replayed in your mind, the memories reoccurring since you’d left Shindou. Blinking back the tears that watered in your lash line as your hands reached up to rub away the streaks that had fallen down your temples in slumber, trying to calm your shaking body as your eyes darted around your room to try and find some confirmation that you were only dreaming. Noticing how barren the room was eased your tension, realising it had just been a distant memory as you stared back up at the cracked ceiling.

Praying for the day Shindou Yo would finally stop haunting your dreams and your reality.

It’s been a week since you were at Dynamight’s Fight Club, a week since you’d left Bakugou standing there. Hating the fact you’d allowed yourself to get that close to him, you knew nothing about him aside from what you’d heard from other people. Stories about how dangerous, how callus and how depraved he was. The very same stories you used to hear about Shindou Yo, the foreboding warnings that you chose to ignore and look at what happened. You were now struggling to come up with solutions to your problem, how the fuck you were going to pay Shindou back.

Opening your fridge to see it almost bare, all the money you’d earned from your fights had gone straight towards lining Shindou’s pockets. A dark smile on Makabe’s face when he came to collect the money that was owed, “Boss misses you, you know. He told me to tell ya you can come back whenever you like.”

Unsure whether you could really allow yourself to go to any darker depths to try and come up with the money, maybe it would be easier to just go back to him? That was the alternative, sure. But you’d spent so long and fought so hard to get away from him, the thought of returning hurt more.

You already knew that would never be an option, the memories that haunted your dreams at night an ominous reminder of why you’d left in the first place. You’d have to do whatever it would take to save yourself from a life wedded to the worst part of you, to finally free yourself from Shindou.

A knock at your door broke you out of your thoughts, feet padding against the hardwood as you walked to your front door. Your eyes widened in surprise at the man standing at your door, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants as his hands bunched in his pockets, a completely different look from the smart suits you saw him in at the club each night.

“How do you know where I live?” You looked at him in confusion as you hid your body behind the front door, embarrassed at your choice of attire. A small pair of shorts that were barely visible beneath the oversized shirt you wore on top.

“You think I wouldn’t know how to find you, princess.” He smirked, before his brows furrowed slightly, “Ain’t ever had a woman run away from me like that.”

Your mind immediately went back to that evening at the club, when you’d let down your walls and let him close. Remembering how you’d allowed Shindou to do the same, and look how that had worked out.

“Why haven’t you been at the club?” He almost sounded worried, but you couldn’t believe that would be possible. The man had an empire built and was barely pushing thirty, he had more than enough people desperate to work for him there was no way he cared about you.

“Yeah, sorry if you lost out on bets.” You realised that he probably had lost money because of you, an ache in the pit of your stomach as you thought about owing two powerful men money, “I can try and pay you back after-”

“Don’t give a fuck about the money,” He scoffed, “I wanna know why you stopped showin’ up.”

“I just don’t need to fight anymore,” You mumbled.

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, as though he could tell you were lying, “You were suckin’ my dick for the job, and now you don’t want it?”

“I told you that was only because you made me.” You spat back indignantly.

“Hey, now. You did that all by yourself, sweetheart.” He smirked, “At least it showed me you weren’t a pig.”

“Why would you think I was a cop?” You found yourself opening the door wider, shuffling your feet as he leaned his arm against the frame.

“Ain’t no cop in the city gonna suck dick for their shitty job- Even if it’s me.” He smirked cockily as you rolled your eyes, “So where you been?”

“Nowhere.” You shrugged.

“You just been here all this time?” His eyes softened, “Can I come in?”

You nodded your head as you stood to the side enough for him to come into your home, embarrassed about how bare the apartment looked. He was your first visitor that wasn’t sent here on behalf of Shindou to collect money. The house was barely a home as it was void of any personal possessions, or anything at all- you didn’t even own a television. Everything was a stark contrast to the lavish lifestyle you lived with Shindou, the blatant displays of wealth turned into barely getting by.

If Bakugou had noticed how barren your apartment was, he didn’t comment on it. Leaning his back against the wall as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Do you still owe money?” He asked simply.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, nervously toying with your fingers as you refused to meet his gaze.

“How much?”

“A lot.” You scoffed. Certain that no matter how much you gave to Shindou it would never be enough, each time the interest only seemed to increase. A tactic he’d used on most of his clients, and now you were one of them. Knowing exactly what happened to people that didn’t pay him back, the thoughts making you blanch.

“Who you owe money to anyway?” He raised a brow.

You weren’t even sure why you were sharing this with him now it seemed futile.

“Shindou Yo.” You bit the inside of your lip.

“Shindou?” You heard Bakugou’s voice get louder, as though he didn’t quite believe you, “How’d you end up owing Shindou Yo money?”

Where did you even begin?

“He’s the worst fucker in the city-” He continued to rant as you swallowed thickly. You’d had no idea the level of severity when you’d first met him, blindly falling for his charm, “-he could kill you and no one would ever know.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You snapped, “Why do you think I was so desperate? You think I wanted to work at your shitty club?”

“Yeah so tell me how the fuck it happened?”

You finally broke down, not even realising tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as you bared your soul to Bakugou, telling him everything. From the moment you'd first met Shindou, to the times he’d made you watch as he killed the people that had ruined his investments. Your vision was blurry as thick droplets clung to your lashes, sniffling as you replayed each moment back in your mind.

“Shit,” He cursed, remembering the moment he’d tightened his grip around your neck from behind, “Is that why you left me the other day?”

“He held me and made me watch the guy take his last breath,” You trembled, choking as your voice broke, “He had a family- kids,”

“Fuckin’ prick.” Bakugou pulled you into his arms as he held his palm on the back of your head, holding you against him tightly as you soaked his shirt with your tears.

He’d make that fucker pay. Since he’d first met you Bakugou felt this primal urge to protect you, to shield you from all that was wrong in the world. He wanted to take your pain away, be a vessel for you to transfer all your pain and suffering to him. He would hear the weight of your burdens, he was strong enough for the both of you. He would move heaven and earth if it meant you were safe and for once Bakugou felt like his life had a true purpose. He’d protect you from Shindou Yo, and any other person that tried to hurt you.

“Shh, sweetheart.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as he felt his shirt stick to his chest from your tears. His hands stroking languid, consistent circles against your back as he tried to get you to calm down for him. Seeing you cry was one of the worst things he’d had to witness, and he’d seen a lot of shit.

“Come on,” He cooed, “You’re too fuckin’ pretty to be cryin’ over that prick.” He’d do anything to ensure you never cried again.

His hand moved up to cup your jaw, easing your head away from the safe haven in his chest as the palm almost completely covered your cheek, only serving to make you seem even smaller in his arms. His thumb slowly brushed away the tear streaks that stained your soft skin, bringing his other hand up to cage your face in his palms.

“God, you’re so infuriating,” Bakugou mumbled, and you felt your heart twang at his words. Nervous you’d embarrassed yourself by breaking down in front of him, looking at the stain you’d left on his shirt.

You opened your mouth to speak but the words were quickly swallowed by a fierce kiss. Gasping in surprise as he tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue lashing against your molars as his lips meshed against yours perfectly. Becoming lightheaded as you felt yourself falling into his touch, wrapping your arms around his waist as he continued to stroke the apples of your cheeks with calloused thumbs.

Every thought that had been plaguing you for the last week dissipated and was replaced with thoughts of the man in front of you. Even with the ferocity of the kiss he still held your body as though you were the world's most delicate porcelain, nervous you may break at the slightest movement. Your lips moved in tandem with his as your tongue slipped out to brush against his own, pulling a sultry moan from deep in his chest that was swallowed by your mouth as you ground your body against him.

All the walls you’d tried desperately to build to protect your heart were being destroyed by the one man that was determined to break through them. Rebuilding them around you both as he vowed at that moment to never let another soul hurt you, to ensure you would never feel the same pain.

You chanced another roll of your hips as you pushed yourself up on the tips of your toes, leaning your weight against him as Bakugou’s back was flat to the wall. Your body flush against him as he felt his cock beginning to stir between his thighs, the semi-hardness pressed against your stomach as you felt his hands become bolder. Tracing the curve of your spine as they ventured lower, gripping you against him as his large palms splayed on the curve of your ass. Squeezing the cheeks as he massaged the soft mounds, pulling a sultry moan from your lips as you broke the kiss.

“Bakugou,” You whispered against his lips as his hands continued to massage your ass, pushing his leg forward to slip between your parted thighs as he pushed your body down against the muscular surface. The needy sound of your voice did nothing to quell the heat inside him as he let out a low groan, pushing his thigh up to press firmly against your clothed core as you cried out for him.

“Katsuki,” He rasped, brushing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your cheek as he began to move lower, “Call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” You repeated, testing the name as it rolled off your tongue like silk. The sound made Bakugou groan against the column of your neck as he felt your pulse throbbing against the side of your throat, his teeth latching onto the sensitive skin as he bit down. Intent on leaving his mark on you with the intent of claiming you as his own, doing anything in his power to remove any trace of Shindou from your memories.

Bakugou’s hands moved higher as they slipped under your oversized shirt, his tongue salving against your sensitive skin as he soothed the mark he’d left on your neck. Your hands brushed through the buzzed hairs at the back of his neck as you melted into his touch, fingertips grazing your bare back as he realised you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Fuck,” He groaned, eyes rolling as his thumbs moved forward, brushing the underside of your breasts as he continued moving his thigh. The heat from between your thighs burned through his slacks as he watched you shamelessly rolling your hips against him. Creating delicious friction against your clit as you tugged on the back of his head, already missing his lips against your own.

“Bedroom?” He muttered against your lips, slowly walking you back as you directed him towards the room.

Uncaring that you hadn’t bothered to make your bed as he dropped you on top of the messy sheets, kneeling between your parted thighs as he reconnected his mouth with yours. Sucking your lower lip hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making you groan as you clung to him. Grinding himself against your core so you could feel how hard he was for you, the bulge beneath his slacks grinding against you as his warm breath fanned your face.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He growled, “look at what you do to me.” He gave another rut of his hips as he pressed his crotch to you, letting you feel just how much he wanted you right now as you cherished the friction.

“Please,” His hands stroked along your sides, bringing your shirt up as his eyes roamed your exposed skin.

Reluctantly pulling away from the kiss to drink in the sight of you beneath him. Your lips were puffy and bruised from the intensity of the kiss as your half-lidded eyes looked up at him with lust. His hands tugged your shirt higher as you moved your arms to help him pull it up and over your head, leaving you completely exposed as he shamelessly drank in the sight of you.

There was a way that Bakugou looked at you that you’d never ever had with Shindou, a different kind of intensity in his gaze as he stared down at you with adoration. Uncharacteristically gentle hands reached down to palm the soft mounds of your breasts, watching the way you arched your back into his touch as he massaged the supple skin. A gasp left your parted lips the moment his thumbs grazed your nipples, watching them stiffen to hardened peaks under his ministrations.

Bakugou dipped his head to latch his lips around one of your pebbled nipples as you cried out for him, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his tongue rolled around it. Your hands lost themselves in his hair as you held him to your chest, continuing to pull breathless whines from between your lips as he sucked the bud softly. Your cunt throbbed wantonly as your walls clenched around nothing, imagining the way he’d stretch you out around him as he pulled away from your chest with a pop. Smirking at the way you squirmed beneath him as he blew cool air onto the spit-slicked surface as goosebumps began to appear on your skin. Pressing soft kisses against your body as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention as you writhed under him.

“Katsu-” You trailed off, his name morphing into a moan when you felt his fingers brush against the crotch of your shorts, cupping you gently as you felt your slick begin to dampen them, soaking through the fabric as you rolled your hips to create some much-needed friction.

“You’re so sensitive,” He groaned as he pulled away from your chest, pressing gentle kisses to your sternum as he began to move lower.

Dark bruises littered your skin from the various fights you’d had at the club, the marks made you feel even more self-conscious as his eyes gazed down at you affectionately. His warm lips pressed against the tender skin as he kissed each mark softly, as though he was trying to take away the pain you’d felt when you received each unique mark. The sensation sent shockwaves throughout your body as you convulsed beneath him, pulling more sweet sounds from between your lips.

Thick fingers slipped into the hem of your shorts as he tugged them down your thighs, taking your panties with them as he left you bare beneath him. You felt even more exposed because he was still completely clothed, a swirl in your abdomen as he took in the sight of your completely naked body for the first time.

“Fuck,” He groaned, “You’re even more perfect than I had imagined.”

“You thought about me?” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks at the way he was looking at you, your heart pounding against your ribcage as he shamelessly stared down at you.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” He rasped, his mind shrouded with lust as he groaned against your soft skin, “Can’t get you off my fuckin mind.”

“Really?”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding?” He rasped, his hands rubbing slow circles along your inner thighs, “Lost count of the number of times I fucked my first to the thought of you.”

That feeling continued to swirl inside you, making it difficult to think straight as his hands slid to the apex of your thighs. His thumbs parting your lips to expose your wet heat, strings of your slick coating your folds as he saw how wet you were for him. Your tight hole fluttered around nothing as though begging him to slip inside, to stretch you out and leave you in the shape of his cock.

“God, you’re pure fuckin’ sin.” His thumb brushed your puffy clit as you jolted beneath him, your hips jerking from the sudden sensation as your eyes rolled, “I gotta have a taste of this angel cunt.”

“Y-you don’t have to do that-” You gasped as his arms wound beneath your thighs, tugging your lower half off the bed as he moved onto his chest. Now face to face with your dripping cunt as he felt your thighs stiffen on either side of his head.

“What?” His brows furrowed as he glanced up at you from between your parted legs.

“I know you don’t like it, it’s fine-” Bakugou looked almost angry at your words, trying your best to explain what you meant as vermilion eyes met yours, “Shindou, he-”

“He didn’t eat you out?” It sounded so blunt and vulgar coming from his lips, but you couldn’t stop your clit from throbbing at his words. Shaking your head as you worried your lower lip between your teeth, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Listen,” Bakugou pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, nuzzling his nose against it to try and get your attention, “I’m nothing like that asshole you hear me?”

The tone of his voice would’ve scared you normally if you’d heard him use it with anyone else. A hostile husk to the words as he enunciated each one, tightening his grip around your thighs as he pressed the softest kiss to your clit.

“Let me treat you how you deserve to be treated.” He inhaled deeply, surrounding himself with the intoxicating scent of you. It made you nervous, having him so close to your core. Wondering whether you smelt bad or he wouldn’t like it, but those thoughts were pushed to the side the instant he licked a long, languid stripe along your slit.

Your thighs immediately fought to close around his head, trying to squeeze him away as the sensation completely overwhelmed you. His grip tightened around your legs as he kept them parted so he could continue his movements. The tip of his tongue flicked against your sensitive clit as he swirled around it, pulling it between his lips as he sucked hard. Drool spilling from his lips and trickling onto your slit as his tongue followed to lap it back up. His movements were ravenous, desperate as he feasted on your slick heat like a man starved. His sultry groans sent pleasurable vibrations through your body as your thighs began to shake. Bakugou’s tongue pushed into your tight entrance as your walls fought to pull him deeper, lashing against your walls as your nails scratched against his scalp.

“Katsuki,” You’d lost count of the number of times you’d said his name, letting it spill from your lips in a dull mantra.

The sound goading him as he pressed two of his thick fingers against your fluttering hole, feeling the stretch as he slowly slipped them inside you. His tongue continued to flick against your clit as he curled his digits, deliberately aiming for the spongy spot inside you as he worked you towards your release. His darkened eyes focused on the blissful expression on your face as he subtly ruts his hips against the mattress, trying to give himself some relief. The way your body reacted to him made it difficult to control himself, those pretty sounds that kept tumbling from your lips had him desperate to hear more. Trying to commit each intricate sound to memory, using each lilt of your voice to know where you liked to be touched and what had you keening for him.

“Katsu, I’m gonna-” Your inner walls began to tremble around his fingers as he continued to flick your clit, groaning low in his throat as your walls began to pulse around him.

Teetering on the edge of your climax as Bakugou wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, the sensation sending you hurtling into your climax as the coil inside you snapped. A loud cry spilt from your lips as your hands tightened in his messy hair, holding him to your cunt as you shamelessly ground yourself against him as you rode out your release. Bakugou was unrelenting against your clit as his arms fought to hold your hips steady, clutching your thighs as he continued to suck your clit.

“Katsuki,” You cried out, “S’too much, please.”

Your thighs shook as your orgasm continued to trickle through you in harsh waves, white spots blanking your vision as he slowed his movements. Pulling his fingers from your throbbing walls as he pressed a soft kiss to your overstimulated clit, pulling back from your folds as he rest his grizzly cheek on your inner thigh. Letting his fingers glide through your messy slit as he gazed up at you with a smug grin as he licked his lips, a mixture of your slick and his spit glistened on his chin.

“Can’t believe that fuckin’ prick was missing out all this time.” He rasped, his hands continued to stroke absentminded patterns against your exposed skin as you scrunched your nose. You didn’t want to think about Shindou now, you wanted to forget.

Your hands reached out to try and tug at his shirt, pouting childishly as you pulled at the fabric, “Take it off-”

Bakugou stood from the bed as you immediately missed his touch against you, his scarred hands moved to slowly unbutton his shirt. Your eyes roamed the exposed skin as you noticed the slew of scars that littered his skin, some looked almost healed, others seemed like deeper gashes that had marred his muscular form. His muscles flexed as he let the material drop carelessly to the floor.

You sat up on your knees as you shifted to the edge of the bed, your hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt. Brushing against the prominent bulge beneath his slacks as he groaned, canting his hips forward before his hands quickly wrapped around your wrists, pulling your hands away from him.

“This ain’t about me, sweetheart.” He whispered, “Let me take care of you.”

He pulled you into a sloppy kiss by the back of your neck, trying to pour every ounce of emotion he felt for you into it as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your hands explored the expanse of his muscular chest as your fingers brushed through the dark blond hairs that scattered against his skin. Feeling the rough drag of the scars that covered his body as you mapped each one out, trying to commit each and every one to memory. Just as Bakugou wished he could take your pain away, you wished you could do the same for him. Wanting to know the story of each and every mark that littered his body, the reasons why he got them. Your hands reached higher to brush his taut nipples, his breath hitching in his throat at the sensation as he broke the kiss. Moving his hands down to unbuckle his belt himself as he let it hang loosely through the loops of his slacks, unzipping his fly as he pulled the fabric down.

Your eyes moved to the darkened stain against his boxer-briefs, unable to resist brushing your palm against it as his chest caved in. Your fingers disappeared beneath the hem as you gently tugged the fabric down, letting his thick cock free. The heavy weight of it hung towards his thigh, the swollen head a reddish-pink as it oozed with pre. Licking your lips as you leaned forward to swipe your tongue against the tip, his hand quick to grab the back of your head as he pulled you back.

“Shit,” He groaned, “Thought I told you this ain’t about me.”

You gasped as he gave a playful smack to the side of your ass, “Never fuckin’ listen, do ya?” He smirked as he gripped the plush skin in his palm as he moved back to kneel on the bed. His hands lifted you by your ass as he let you flop back onto the bed, making you squeal in surprise as his larger body towered over you.

The length of his cock lay flat on your pelvis as he leaned over your body on his forearms, settling himself between your thighs as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Vermilion eyes searching your irises for any indication that you didn’t want to do this, his nose brushing against your own as he shifted his weight. Wrapping a palm around the meat of his cock as he gave himself a quick tug, sliding the swollen head between your folds as he coated himself in your slick. The tip caught your sensitive clit as your toes curled before he dragged the length lower, pressing it against your tight opening.

“Shit,” He rasped, feeling the tightness of your walls as he languidly pushed his hips forward, watching as the thick head of his cock slowly disappeared inside your velvety folds. Pulling back as he gave a shallow thrust inside you, feeling your walls stretching around him.

“Please, put it in.” You whined. Your thighs clung to his hips as you tried to pull him in deeper, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Don’t wanna hurt you.” He choked back a groan as his own resolve was wavering. Your walls clung to him perfectly as they fluttered around his tip, using every ounce of his willpower to prevent him from fucking you into the mattress.

“I don’t care, just please. Fuck me.” What little resolve Bakugou had left was completely decimated at your words, the desperate whine in your voice had his hips canting forward. A guttural growl left his lips as he buried himself inside you to the hilt, the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock tickling your clit as he stilled for a moment. Cherishing the sensation of being balls deep inside your sweet little cunt.

“Katsuki,” You cried out for him, your hands clinging to his muscular back as you left crescent-shaped indents in his skin. Feeling like all the air was knocked from your lungs the moment he filled you completely with his thick cock.

A gentle ache formed in your pelvis at the stretch from him, but it only added to the sensation as you urged him to move. Taking a deep breath before canting his hips back. Tilting his head so he could watch his length slowly drag from within your silky folds before he snapped his hips forward, burying himself back inside you.

The prominent veins that forked along his length dragged against your inner walls perfectly and created ethereal friction with each rut of his hips. The airy moans leaving your lips made it difficult for him to hold on, his resolve slowly crumbed with every forward motion. Vermilion eyes captured yours as he held contact, pulling your hands from his back as he held your arms above your head, lacing your fingers with his as he pressed your chests together.

You can feel yourself falling deeper into him as he sets a slow, steady pace. Pulling himself from your velvety depths before plunging back in, your clit grinding against his pelvis with each forward thrust. Your walls trembled around him as you cling to him, feeling lightheaded as each thrust has him stroking the same spot inside you.

“Focus on me,” Bakugou squeezes your hands, bringing your sight back into clear focus as you feel him roll his hips, “Does it feel good?”

“You’re so big,” You reply to his question with an answer to another question, the words pulling a toothy grin onto his face.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?” He hums, “Want me to stop?”

“No,” You pout, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Bakugou’s slow pace caused him to plunge deeper and deeper with each roll of your hips, fucking into your pliant body as you writhe beneath him. Every single inch of his cock has you crying out in ecstasy, wondering if there has ever been a time where you truly felt this full? Certain you can feel him in your throat as you roll your hips into his, deliberately trying to grind your clit against his pelvis as more sultry moans spill from your lips.

“Shit, look at you.” Bakugou groans, the sight of you slowly chipping away at his resolve, “Squeezin’ me so tight.”

You choke when you feel his tip kiss your cervix, twitching around him as he keeps his consistent pace. Everything felt more intimate, more intense as you gaze up at him deliriously.

“Breathe, baby.” Bakugou rasps as you let out the breath you didn’t even realise you were holding in.

Bakugou maintains his pace as he continues fucking into you, his palms tightening their grip on your hands as he lets out a rough groan. Your walls eagerly trying to milk him of his release before he’s had you coming undone for him once more. He starts a rougher pace, easing his hips back until his cock it out to the tip before driving back forward. Stealing the air from your lungs with each sharp rut of his hips, working you open until you can’t even think anymore. Completely drunk on his cock and it’s exactly what he wants.

“You gonna be good and cum for me?” He coos, tilting his head to the side as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock, princess.”

Bakugou’s doing everything in his power not to lose it before you do, feeling his balls tighten as they lift towards his cock. Tapping against the curve of your ass with each deliberate rut of his hips, “Come on, pretty girl. I know you’re close.”

And you are, your body dances on the cusp of your climax. The familiar sensation whirling in your abdomen as he leads you closer to euphoria. Unused to someone being so focused on your release, on your pleasure.

“Show me how good you can be.” Your inner walls are pulsating around him, the first ripples of your orgasm begin to surge through you. Starting in your pelvis as your walls begin to quiver around him, hurtling over the edge as you cry out his name. Vision blurry as your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. Your toes curled as he continues to fuck you through your release, whispering sweet words of affirmation as he keeps his pace.

“That’s it, there you go- my good girl.” He rambles, obviously just as drunk on pleasure as you are as your head writhes from side to side on your pillow. No longer able to hold his intense vermilion gaze as you fall apart beneath him. Velvety walls milking his cock for all he’s got as he begins to focus on his own end, giving a few more messy thrusts of his hips as he succumbs to the pleasure.

“Fuck, princess.” He chokes as his teeth latch onto your shoulder, biting down roughly on the skin as he gives a few sloppy thrusts. Growling your name against your skin as he spills thick threads of his cum inside your pulsing walls, coating you with his warm release.

His forehead is sweaty as he rests it against your collarbone, trying to regain his breath as your ankles lock behind his back. Keeping him buried deep inside your silky walls even though he’s softening inside you. Trying to cherish the sensation for as long as possible as his body weight presses down on your smaller frame.

You whine feebly when he finally pulls his spent cock from your warmth, already missing the closeness as you cling to his side. His arms wrap around your smaller frame as he faces you on the mattress, his arm sliding beneath your head to pull you into him. Resting your head against one of his muscular pecs as you begin to trace patterns against his exposed skin, following the lines of his scars as you lay in comfortable silence.

“What happened here?“ Your fingers trace along the raised skin near his Adonis belt, obviously healed with time but still protruding.

Bakugou’s vermilion eyes look down to see what wound you’re asking about, the side of his lips curling up slightly as his fingers still on your back, “Some fucker bit me.”

“Bit you? There?“ You turned your head to look up at him in confusion, wondering how anyone could’ve even attempted to bite him there.

“Yeah, the dumb fucker.” He scoffed, “Was losing a fight and did that at the last second to try and win.”

“Did he?” Your fingers stroked against the puckered flesh.

“Fuck no,” He scoffed, “Just ended up looking like a fuckin’ idiot.”

You smiled at his words, enjoying seeing this side of him away from the club. Moving your head to lay back down on his chest as you continued to dance your fingers along his skin. Sitting in comfortable silence together as Bakugou’s fingers continued to stroke your head, feeling his breathing even out as you slung a thigh over his, clinging to his warmth as you let the steady rise and fall of his chest lull you to sleep.

“You gonna stay the night?” You whispered drowsily.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you finally allowed sleep to take over.

You don’t know why you’d expected him to be there the next morning, it wasn’t as though you were a couple. Your hand reached over to the cold side of the bed that Bakugou had slept on last night. The sheets pulled up neatly as you searched for any sign of his clothes in your room, seeing his pants and shirt gone from the floor as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Picking up one of your oversized shirts as you tugged it over your head, pattering into the living room barefoot as you checked the kitchen. He was definitely gone.

You could feel the tears slipping from your watery eyes as you stopped trying to force them back, hoping in your heart that maybe, just maybe Bakugou might like you back the way you found yourself falling for him.

Why would he though? He could probably get any girl he wanted, and it’s not like he would ever want you. Shindou’s words ringing in your ear.

“Ain’t no guy in this city ever gonna want my sloppy fucking seconds.”

You lifted the collar of your shirt to try and wipe away the wetness on your face as you heard the jingle of keys in your front door, your heartbeat speeding up as you expected it to be Shindou that walked through the door. Instead seeing Bakugou with a glare on his face and shopping bags ladening him down.

“You know your convenience store barely has any fresh fruit, what the fuck is- What you fuckin’ cryin’ for?” He placed the shopping bags on your kitchen island as the muscles in his forearms flexed.

“I thought you left,” Your lower lip wobbled as he shook his head, a small smile on his face as he opened your fridge door. Dropping groceries onto the barren shelves as he filled it up with more items than you’d had in there for weeks.

“I had to leave, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes, holding up a loaf of bread, “You got no food in your fuckin’ house. How else was I supposed to cook you breakfast?”

You looked at him in confusion as he began to pull out other breakfast items, scattering them across your kitchen counter as he emptied the bags.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for?” He scoffed, “I can cook.”

A small smile graced your features as he ordered you to sit down at the island as he put away the rest of the groceries he’d bought for you, leaving out the items he planned to use to cook you breakfast.

“You been starving yourself to pay his debt?” Bakugou muttered as he began to open up the packet of flour, measuring it out as he dropped it into a bowl.

“Got no choice.” You shrugged as he shot you a glare.

“Now you fuckin’ do. Ya come to me if your fridge is empty, you hear me?”

The growly rasp to his voice had you agreeing instantly, continuing to watch as he prepared you what would be your first proper meal in days.

“I told you, I can fuckin’ cook. Stop looking at me like I’m gonna set fire to your kitchen.”

“It’s not that,” You murmured, “I just didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“Tch, why?”

“I dunno,” You felt silly for even thinking it now, but you couldn’t work out why he’d want to be involved with you.

“I’m telling ya now I ain’t like that asshole you were with before.” Bakugou snarled.

Bakugou placed a bowl of fresh fruit in front of you as he continued to make pancakes, smiling as he’d occasionally come over to you to take a piece for himself. Leaning over the counter as you’d slip a slice of strawberry between his lips, stealing a kiss from you before returning to the hot stove.

Plating up a stack of warm, fluffy pancakes as he placed them down in front of you. Offering you a bottle of syrup he’d purchased for you this morning as he watched with a smile as you laced them with the gooey mixture.

“Shit,” Bakugou’s phone pinged as he picked it up from the counter, eyebrows furrowed as he read the text he’d received. Heaving a sigh as he looked at you apologetically, “I gotta go, princess.”

He slipped the phone into the pocket of his slacks as he picked up his coat with one hand, moving the other to wrap around the back of your neck as he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

“You gonna come back to the club later? Not to fight- I just wanna see you.” He smiled, thumbing your cheek as he stole another quick kiss.

You nodded back with a small smile as he pressed a final chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Good.”

That evening you’d come back to the club for the first time in over a week, greeted by smiling faces as Kirishima and Kaminari crowded you. Giving you hugs and asking where you’d been, worried that something had happened in the time between. Thankful when Bakugou had leaned over the railings upstairs to call you to his office, giving an apologetic smile to Kirishima as you made your way upstairs.

“I fucking told you they were dating, dude.” You heard Kaminari exclaim as he punched Sero in the arm, “Pay up.”

But you weren’t really dating Bakugou, were you? It felt like he cared about you on a deeper level, more than a quick hookup or the status symbol Shindou used to use you as. The word just held so much weight to it, a full-time obligation that you were unsure whether Bakugou actually wanted. You couldn’t deny you liked the idea of it, being Bakugou’s girlfriend. But as always the self-doubt continued to fester inside you as you wondered whether he was doing it because he knew you were broken. Using all your insecurities against you to break you down and submit to him, to get you back to the club to fight. He’d told you before that you were one of his best fighters, that you’d made more money than any newbie in the gym for years- Maybe he was just trying to wear you down until you’d do anything for him, like Shindou had done to you.

But Bakugou wasn’t like that, in the few short weeks that you’d known him you could already tell. He’d never be like Shindou.

You knocked on the door to Bakugou’s office as you heard him invite you in from the other side, softly turning the handle as you opened it just enough to slip inside. Closing it behind you as you noticed Bakugou punching a free-standing boxing bag in the corner of the room.

Sweat trickled down his skin as he gave the bag three final jabs in quick succession before stepping away, turning around to greet you as he pulled you into a sweaty kiss. The moisture on his top lip tickled you as you scrunched your nose, trying to pull back but his orange-wrapped hand held the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss. Using your surprise as an excuse to slip his tongue between your parted lips as his tongue danced against yours, your body sticking to his slightly from the sweat as you basked in the gentle heat that radiated from his body.

“Hey,” He whispered against your lips.

“Hey,” You smiled back, feeling him press one more soft kiss to your lips before pulling away.

Watch the muscles in his back flex with each hit.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.” He smiled as he went back to punching the bag, your eyes shamelessly watching the muscles in his back ripple with each hit as you made your way towards his desk.

“Why’d you think I wouldn’t come?” You smiled, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the hardwood.

“Dunno,” He shrugged, “Maybe cause every time I tell you not to come, you always do.”

You laughed at his explanation as you began to swing your legs softly, “Nah, I just missed you.”

You weren’t lying, you missed him a lot considering it had only been a few hours. But you needed to make money, your debts still looming over your shoulders as you took the excuse to come back to the club.

“Just gotta finish this up,” He glanced back at you to give you a soft smile before turning his attention back to the punching back.

Taking the chance to look around at the various trinkets in his office. You’d been in this room more than once, but this was the first time you truly felt relaxed, looking at the various news articles that littered the walls. Many of them condemned the club and its practices, of course, Bakugou would save snippets like these. Smiling at one particular headline that seemed to be related to a failed police raid on the warehouse. A pair of worn-out red and blue boxing gloves sat neatly in the corner as you recognised them to be a famous heavy-weights signature colours.

“If you could fight any famous person who would it be?” You watched as Bakugou’s expression didn’t even change, his eyes still completely focused on his laptop screen as he replied.

“All might.” He took two more jabs towards the bag,

“Why?” You hummed curiously, remembering All Might as being one of the great boxers from the previous generation. With fans split over their favour of him or Endeavor, one of the biggest bouts in history.

“He’s the best there is, and I’d wanna beat the best.”

The heavyweight fight between Endeavor and All Might had made history, the news reporting it as the fight of a lifetime. All Might had managed to win at the last minute, but Endeavor had put up quite the fight.

“Didn’t realise you were such a fanboy.” You laughed as he shook his head.

“Tch, shut up shitty woman.” You saw his lips curl into a smile as he took another hit at the punching bag, “Is this where I’m going to find out you’re an Endeavor fan?”

“And what if I was?” You smiled.

“Then it would be over.” He took another hard hit at the bag as the base almost moved from the impact, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk.

Too shy to ask Bakugou exactly what he meant by that statement, whether it meant he would stop seeing you like this, or whether it meant he’d eject you from the club.

You checked your cell phone to see it was opening time for the club as the patrons would start funnelling in. The first fight of the evening was due to start and you needed to ensure that your name was on the table for it, for the first time in a long time you felt pumped and ready to go.

“I need to go get ready for my fight.” You slipped down off the desk as you made to leave the room.

“You ain’t fighting tonight,” Bakugou stepped back from the punching bag, stretching his shoulders back as he let out a soft groan.

“But Katsu, I need to- I haven’t fought all week, please put me on the board. I can ask Mina whether she’ll face me, she probably won’t mind either.” You were already getting to leave the room to find her as Bakugou raised his arm to use his teeth to undo the velcro on his mitts.

“Are you done?” He rolled his eyes, “You’re not fightin’ tonight. I am.”

He tugged one of his mitts off, dumping it on his desk before using his hand to unfasten the other and taking it off too.

“What?” You looked at him in confusion, an unreadable expression on his face, “But you haven’t fought in months?”

“You saying I’m past it, sweetheart?” He raised an eyebrow as he unwrapped his hands.

“I didn’t say that,” You pouted.

“So what’s the problem?” He walked towards you as he placed his hands on your hips, a sheen of sweat still coating his skin from his warm-up.

“There isn’t one, I just don’t know why you decided to start fighting again tonight.”

“Well,” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he held you against him, “I’m clearing your debt.”

“What?” You looked up at him in confusion as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“I’m fightin’ Shindou.”

“Shindou?” Your blood ran cold at the sound of his name, “You can’t fight him, you don’t know what he’s like. he’ll kill you-”

If there was one thing you’d learned about Bakugou since joining his fight club, it was that he fought fair. Even without seeing him in the ring, he led the entire establishment with integrity. Ensuring that each fight finished with the rightful winner, and even though he was willing to bend the rules or turn a blind eye- Anyone that fought real dirty was out on their ass.

And Shindou? He fights dirty. There was no telling what would happen to Bakugou if he went against Shindou in a fight, you’d seen him pull a knife on a man for far less. A pit formed in your stomach as you began to worry about the fight because owing a debt to Shindou was bad, but losing Bakugou was worse.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.” Bakugou’s hands cupped your face as he tried to bring your attention back to him: staring at vermilion irises as he calmed you down. You could already feel the tears threatening to fall as you thought about the implications of the fight.

“Why wouldn’t you just give him the money? Why do you have to fight? I'd rather fight to pay you back instead of him-” You continued to rant, your eyes wild.

“He wouldn’t accept the money,” Bakugou shook his head, shrugging his shoulders, “And I would never hang a debt over your head like that prick anyway.”

“He wouldn’t accept the money?” You were confused, he’d been so desperate to get the money he believed you owed him. So why wouldn’t he accept it from Bakugou?

“Nah, he wanted to fight.” Bakugou moved his hands down to your hips, squeezing gently, “And when I win your debt is cleared.”

"And if you lose?” You knew firsthand Shindou didn’t fight fair, and you didn’t trust him in the ring with Bakugou.

“Do I look like I lose, princess?” Bakugou scoffed, “Ain’t gonna Fuckin’ happen.”

“How did you even get him to agree to that? What are you offering?” You knew Shindou loved hanging this debt over your head, it was why the interest continued to rise even though you’d been paying him back. Trying his damnedest to make it near impossible for you to repay the debt that hung over your shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter.” Bakugou shrugged, lacing his fingers behind your back as he held you tight against him.

“But what if you do lose.” You smoothed your hands over his dress shirt gently, thumbing the buttons as you tried not to think about the chance of him losing.

There weren’t many things that Shindou Yo wanted or desired anymore. He had more than enough money to acquire pretty much anything he wanted, apart from you.

“If I lose, he gets the club.”

“You bet your fucking club for me?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he’d bet his entire club on you?

“It ain’t a big deal.”

“Katsuki no, I can’t let you do this.” You took a step back, grabbing his muscular forearms, “You don’t have to do this for me, it’s not your debt-”

“I want to.” He replied simply, “And anyway, dumbass. I already told ya, I don’t fuckin’ lose.”

You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever done anything so selfless for you, because they wanted to, because he cared about you. Your chest tightened as tears began to pool in your lashes, trying your best to blink them away as streaks began to stream down the apples of your cheeks.

“Hey, hey- Whatcha cryin' for now? I ain’t even fought yet.” Bakugou reached his hands up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing your tears away as he bent his knees slightly to match your head height, staring directly into your eyes.

“No one’s ever done something like this for me before.” You sniffled as you leaned into his touch.

“You clearly ain’t been around the right kinda people, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he held your cheeks gently.

“Please be careful though, Katsu.” You mumbled, “I don’t trust him.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that right?” Bakugou spoke sincerely as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips, pouring out all his emotion into it as he held you close, “God, you’re gonna turn me fuckin’ soft.”

You smiled at his words as he stole another kiss, his nose nuzzling against your own as he revelled in the moment.

“I know I can’t tell you not to watch but I want you to stay near Kiri cause I don’t trust that fucker either. Will you do that for me?” He looked serious as he spoke to you, but the protective tone to his voice had that familiar sensation swirling in your core.

“Yes, Katsu.” He smirked at your response.

“All the pressure on me, my girl watchin’ me fight for the first time.”

“Your girl?” You were nervous he could feel how hot your cheeks were from his words, feeling the scorching heat radiating from your body as you processed his words in your head.

“Yeah, unless you don’t wanna be?” He raised a brow as he waited for your answer.

“I didn’t say that,” Your face flushed, looking up at him through thick lashes.

Starting to feel nervous around him like you were when you’d first met.

“Do I get a good luck kiss, princess?” Bakugou smirked at you, pulling you against his sweaty chest as his arms circled your hips.

Standing up on your tiptoes as you weaved your arms around his damp shoulders, holding onto the back of his neck as you pulled him into a sultry kiss. His lips immediately parted as his tongue swept out to stroke against yours. Capturing your moans inside his lips as his hands became bolder in their movements, groping the curves of your hips before circling around to grab the fat of your ass. Using the grip to pull you closer to him as he continued languidly brushing his tongue against yours.

You broke the kiss as you sucked in a gulp of air, smiling at the way Bakugou leaned forward in an attempt to stop you from pulling away from his lips. Maintaining his grip on your ass so you couldn’t move far as he looked down at you in a lust-filled gaze.

“Let me at least wish you luck, properly this time.” You hummed, Bakugou tried to stop you before you moved.

“You don’t have to do that,” He rasped.

Your fingers danced along his muscular torso, watching the way he shivered when you brushed against his pert nipples. His fingers dug into your sides as he subtly ruts his hips against you to give himself some much-needed friction. Tracing a pattern along his chest as you moved down his body, gentle fingers brushing his crotch to palm at his growing bulge as you watched his jaw clench.

“I want to,” You smiled, the response made a groan rumble deep in his chest as he watched you drop to your knees in front of him.

Slipping beneath the hem of his sweats as you tugged at them childishly, the front shucked down as the back stayed around his ass. The movement caused Bakugou to smirk as he leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands moving on top of your own as he helped you ease his sweats down along with his boxers, leaving them stretched around his thick thighs as his veiny cock sprang free.

The heavy weight of it had it lolling forward, the engorged head weeping with pre-cum as the thick veins that forked along the length served to make him seem even bigger. Licking your lips as you wrapped one of your hands around his girth, feeling powerful as he shamelessly ruts his hips into your touch.

“Fuckin’ tease,” Bakugou groaned, the words making you smirk.

You leaned up to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth before you dropped to your knees, caging yourself in between his thick thighs and his desk. Bakugou’s tall figure loomed over you as you came face to face with his drooling cock, his large palm stroked your cheek softly as he watched you intently. This felt completely foreign from the first time you sucked his cock, the way he looked at you this time gave you a different sense of power. Your clit throbbing neglected between your thighs as you wet your lips, leaning forward to press a kiss against his drooling cock.

“Oh, fuck.” The desperate shudder to his voice had you feeling powerful, having him like this with the slightest touch.

Your tongue slipped out to swipe against his slit, squeezing his length as you took the head inside your wet mouth. Eyes focused on his reaction as he stroked your head gently, his other hand flat against his desk as he loomed over you. Swirling your tongue around his tip as you felt him twitch inside you, moving down his length to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against his length. Moving towards the base of his cock as you continued to stare up at him, licking a long stripe back up to his tip as you finally took him inside your mouth.

“Little minx,” Bakugou rasped as you began to languidly bob your head on his cock, your tongue flat against the underside as you moved one of your hands down to cup his balls, fondling them gently as you stared up at him.

Bakugou shifted on his feet, his fingers flexing against your head as he hovered above you. Your lips curled into a smile around his length as your movements became bolder, pushing down further on his length as you took more of him inside your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him as you set a steady pace, his fingers tightening in your hair as blunt nails grazed your scalp. Soft, sinful moans left his lips as he let you keep control. His hand moved along with your head each time you moved deeper on his length, a gasp left his lips the moment he felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Good lord,” He groaned, his nostrils flared as you fought the urge to gag, spit gathered in your throat as it began to dribble down your chin. Tears pricked your eyes and blurred your vision as you continued to ignore the slight burn at the back of your throat every time you took him deeper.

Unable to stop himself from using his grip on your head to push you down deeper on his length, your nose brushing against the blond hairs at the base of his cock as you took his entire cock inside your wet mouth. Trying to breathe through your nose as tears now slipping down your cheeks as your hands moved to his muscular thighs, tapping them as he let you back from his cock immediately. Spluttering as you gasped for air, his thumbs moved to your cheeks to brush away the tears that spilt from your eyes, gazing down at you softly.

“Fuck, sorry princess.” He whispered, “C’mere.”

You ignored his request as you moved your lips back to his cock, taking him inside your mouth once more as your cheeks hollowed, his cock gleaming in a mixture of your spit and his pre as he moved both hands to grip your head gently, keeping your head steady as he began to rut his hips into you, matching your pace. Your nails digging crescent-shaped moons into his thick thighs as he growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as his vermilion eyes stayed trained on you.

This felt completely different from the first time you’d sucked his cock, as though you were trying to replace that memory with this one. His touch was still gentle even though he was in the dominant position, almost as though he was afraid of hurting you.

“So pretty with those lips wrapped around my cock, sweetheart.” He groaned, “Takin’ me so well.”

You hummed in response, sending pleasurable vibrations along his length as you continued sucking hard on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck-” He groaned, loosening his grip on your head to allow you to pull back if you wanted to. But you kept your pace, your fingers slipping back down to stroke his balls, your middle finger teasingly pushing against his taint as the sensation caught him off guard. His hips shamelessly jerking as he felt his release surge through him, your name tumbling from his lips as hot spurts of cum spilt into your eager mouth.

Pulling back with your lips open so he could see the mixture sitting at the back of your throat before you made a scene of swallowing it, your tongue swiping against your lips to catch any you missed as Bakugou’s cock began to soften.

Strong hands reached down to tug you off the ground, ignoring the throb in your knees as he sat you down on his desk, spreading your thighs as he stood between them.

“You’re somethin’ else,” He groaned, his thumb reaching up to clean the mixture of spit and cum from your chin, groaning when you opened your mouth to take the digit between your lips to clean it off, “Fuck.”

His spent cock twitched at the sight, dragging down on your lower lip as he pulled his thumb from your mouth. His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head, dropping the fabric to the ground as his eyes roamed your exposed skin.

“How did I get so lucky, hah?” He rasped, as his hands reached behind you to unbuckle your bra. The material hung lax around your chest as you tugged the straps down your shoulders, letting the fabric drop carelessly to the ground to join your shirt.

“Shut up,” You flushed, averting your gaze as you felt completely perceived.

“I mean it,” He squeezed your thigh roughly to grab your attention, your eyes locking with his, “You’re perfect.”

Bakugou began pressing hot kisses along your shoulders, moving towards your collarbone and towards your sternum as a large palm came up to grab one of your soft breasts. Palming it gently as he moved to flick his tongue against your soft nipple, watching it slowly begin to harden against his ministrations as he flicked his tongue against it. Cherishing the sounds he managed to pull from your lips as your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck, your thumbs brushing through the trimmed hairs at the base of his undercut as he took one of your pert nipples between his lips, sucking it gently as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it from your body before letting it drop as your breasts bounced from the movement. Blowing cool air onto the spit-soaked surface as he swapped to give the other breast the same attention, rousing more soft moans from deep in your chest.

“Katsuki, please.” Your thighs squeezed his hips as you tried to close them together in an attempt to give your neglected clit some much needed friction.

Your entire body felt as though it was aflame, a rousing heat brewing deep inside you as you tried to satiate the incessant throb. His touch only magnified the pleasure as you shamelessly tried to rock yourself into his crotch.

“So impatient,” He pulled away from your chest with a smirk on his face, calloused hands sliding down your sides to rest at the hem of your leggings.

“Don’t you have to fight?” You whispered, goosebumps appearing along your skin as he slipped his digits beneath the hem of your leggings and panties as you shifted your hips to help him ease them down your thighs.

“He can fuckin’ wait,” He growled, “You’re way more important.”

His words made your heart soar as you couldn’t stop a smile from appearing on your face, feeling a torrid heat circulating your body as he slipped your leggings and shoes off with one tug, uncaring where they fell as he shamelessly took in the sight of your naked body. Hooking his hands beneath your thighs as he pulled your ass to the edge of the desk, your back falling onto the desk as Bakugou moved to his knees.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He groaned, the words making your cunt throb. You heard things tumble to the floor as you knocked them off the desk but you ignored it in favour of the man between your thighs. His large palms held your legs apart as he shamelessly stared at your dripping heat, his nose nuzzling the top of your soft mound as he inhaled deeply.

“You smell so good,” He hummed, his tongue bullying its way through your folds as he licked a languid stripe along your slit. The action caused your body to jolt as you let out a loud cry, immediately laying a palm flat against your pelvis to stop you from jerking away as he pressed down gently, increasing the pressure as the tip of his tongue teased your clit. Your thighs clenched around his head, squeezing tight as he continued to lap against your sensitive nub, “Sucking my cock get you this wet, princess?”

Your cunt clenched from his lewd words as he wrapped his lips around your puffy clit, lashing his tongue against it as he brought his other hand up towards your tight entrance. His index finger languidly circled the fluttering hole as he let the tip of his finger slip inside you, cherishing the way you squeezed him. Teasingly moving back to languidly drag his tongue along your outer labia, smirking at the whiny sounds you made as your hands moved to fist into his messy hair, trying to pull his tongue back to your sensitive clit.

“Look at this sloppy pussy,” He groaned, “You’re such a mess already,”

His teeth bit down on the apex of your thighs as you let out a shocked gasp, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure as your head banged against the hardwood of his desk. A low thud sounded in his office as a throb began to pulse through your cranium, but you could care less.

“Careful, sweetheart.” You could hear the cocky smirk in his voice, “Don’t want you knocking yourself out before my big win.”

It was going to be your first time witnessing him fight after hearing stories from everyone that knew him, even random strangers who frequented the club had their own personal stories to tell about when they’d been lucky enough to see Dynamight fight. Excitement and nerves floated around your chest as the anticipation grew. From what you’d heard, if anyone could win a fight with Shindou, it would be Bakugou. But Shindou didn’t fight fair, and this made you nervous.

“Hey,” Bakugou nipped at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he brought your attention back to him, “You still with me?”

“Yeah,” You murmured, hoping he wouldn’t press you, not wanting to ruin this moment.

Luckily, he didn’t question you, instead angling the palm pressed against your pelvis so his thumb pressed snug against your clit. Teasing it from side to side as his tongue pushed inside your slick heat, stroking along your inner walls as he tasted your essence on his tongue.

Shamelessly grinding yourself against his face as you felt his shoulder jerking, his other hand wrapped snug around his semi-hard cock as he pumped himself back to hardness while he feasted on your slick, wet heat.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He hummed, crude sounds filling the air as he slurped at your slick, red eyes gazing up at you from between your thighs as your nails dragged against his scalp. Shamelessly trying to pull him impossibly close as he increased his pace against your clit. His thumb stroked side to side as he continued to will you towards your climax, feeling your inner walls beginning to tremble in the telltale signs of your release, “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

“Katsu,” You cried out, feeling that familiar sensation beginning to pool in your pelvis. A hot, searing heat that had your tongue slipping out to wet your lips as you let out another sinful groan, “Oh, fuck.”

Your hips bucked against his face as your cunt began to clench around his tongue, a low hum leaving his lips as you felt the coil inside you break. White spots blanking your vision as your orgasm crashed down around you in harsh waves, your toes curling as your nails dug into his scalp, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you held him against your dripping cunt.

“Fuck yes,” He growled, sliding his lips up to wrap around your clit as he sucked hard, helping you ride out your release as the tip of his tongue flicked against your overstimulated clit.

“S’too much, Katsuki.” Your thighs squeezed either side of his head, your hands trying to tug his head away from your cunt.

“Yeah?” Smirking against your sex as his hands stroked up your stomach, squeezing your breasts as he finally gave you a moments respite, pulling away from your core. Pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs as he took a moment to look at the blissful expression on your face, hands smoothing along your soft skin gently as he stood from his knees. Your essence gleamed against his chin as he pulled you into a sultry kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as the hefty bulk of his cock rested flat against your pelvis. Hard again and eager to slip inside your slick heat, the swollen head drooling with pre as it left silvery lines on your skin.

Taking his cock in a fist he began to run the tip between your messy folds, coating himself in your slick as the mess continued to dribble down your slit and towards the curve of your ass. The swollen head nudging your clit as you bucked your hips against him, causing him to smirk against your lips, “So needy.”

He moved his length lower as the tip caught against your trembling hole, pushing his hips forward as he felt the stretch of your walls around him, trying desperately to pull him deeper. His motions were still gentle, as though afraid he may hurt you.

“You don’t have to treat me like I might break every time.” You murmured, your hands stroking along his forearm, “I can take it.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou rasped, his eyes rolling at your words as they sent a rush of blood straight to his cock.

There was no question that you were pure sin, giving a rut of his hips as he cherished the way your walls fluttered around him before he pulled back, a needy whimper leaving your lips at the loss of contact as he towered over your body.

“You want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” His large palm circled your neck, fingers pressing into the curve beneath your jaw as he stared into your eyes, almost like he was looking into your soul. The dark tone to his voice had you quivering, swallowing thickly as he felt your throat move beneath his touch. Whispering a soft, hushed “please,” as Bakugou felt all his restraint snap.

Using the grip on your neck to hoist you up from the desk, turning you in his arms as he pressed your back against his sweaty chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he pushed you forward, laying your chest flat against the hardwood of his desk as one of his feet came out to kick your thighs wider apart. A shocked gasp left your lips as you felt his hands move to the round cheeks of your ass, squeezing them roughly as he began to massage them beneath his palms.

“Katsuki,” You hummed, shamelessly grinding yourself back against him as he landed a harsh smack to your right cheek. The movement had you crying out for him as the skin began to prickle, the pain had electricity flowing straight to your core. He pulled his hand back to repeat the motion, catching your other cheek as he pulled more pretty sounds from your lips.

“You gotta be careful what you ask for,”

“I want it, Katsu.” You whined, “I want you.”

“Don’t worry, princess.” He hummed, dragging the leaking tip of his fat cock between your messy folds, nudging against your tight entrance as he barely caught against it before his head slid lower, catching your clit as you cried out for him, “I’ll give it to you.”

His hand stroked along your spine as he lined himself up with your tight entrance, his eyes focused on where your bodies were connected as he slowly began to push the fat tip of his cock inside your tight heat. A desperate whimper left your lips as he bullied himself inside your velvety walls, stretching you out around his length as you arched into his touch. A subtle pressure ebbed inside you as you began to pulse around him.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight.” He hissed as he began to give, short, sharp thrusts of his hips as he tried to fit more of his length inside you.

“Katsuki, please.” You rolled your hips back against him, desperate to feel completely full. His cock pressed against your inner walls perfectly, dragging against the spongy spot inside you as he finally bottomed out inside your wet heat.

“That’s it,” He groaned, large palms moving to your cheeks to spread you apart so he could see his cock buried deep inside you.

“Fuck,” You mewled as Bakugou set a steady pace, the sound of skin against skin filled his office as his hips nudged your ass with each forward motion. His balls slapping against your clit only heightened your pleasure as you cried out for him. The change in position meant he was even deeper inside your slick cunt, feeling the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each forward motion.

“Takin’ my cock so well,” He growled, although he was far rougher this time you could still feel the subtle touches that showed he cared about how you were feeling. That this wasn’t just all about him, his hands smoothing along your exposed back as he leaned his body over yours. Thankful you were resting against the desk as your thighs began to quiver, his breath warm against your ear as he covered your smaller frame.

“You like that, hah?” He hummed, “Like me remindin’ you who you belong to?”

“Yes,” You cried out, feeling his cock nudge the spongy spot inside you with each thrust.

“Say it,” Bakugou snarled, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Katsuki, you.” You cried out, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk, knuckles lightening as your breasts dragged against the hardwood with each forward rut of his hips.

“Damn, right you are.” He snarled possessively, his lips latching onto the junction of your neck as he hit hard, pulling a whine from your lips as his tongue lashed against the skin, “Mine.”

“Oh, fuck.” You whimpered, your walls beginning to pulse around Bakugou’s cock as you felt your orgasm brewing inside you, teetering on the cusp of your release, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me.” He goaded you as he began to feel your cunt clamping down around him, moving to stand up straight as he pistoned himself into you. Your walls quivered around his thick cock as you came with a cry of his name, coming undone as you gushed around his cock.

“Fuck yeah, good girl.” Bakugou groaned as your walls fluttered around his cock in the aftershocks of your climax, incoherent babbles leaving your lips as he held your hips tight, his fingertips digging into the soft skin as he continued fucking you through your release.

“You still with me, princess?” He smirked cockily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You continued to cry out as he pounded into you relentlessly, searching for his own release as your walls continued clinging to his thick cock.

Bakugou’s jaw fell slack as he threw his head back in pleasure, his hips stuttering as he fell into his climax. Calling out your name with a grunt as you felt his cock twitching inside you, coating your spent walla with his hot release. He gave a few more languid thrusts inside you, cherishing the sensation of you clenching around him as you continued milking him dry.

“Fuck,” You mumbled, your cheek resting against his desk as he leaned over you to press a gentle kiss to your spine, his hands stroking along your sides as his chest heaved.

A knock at the door broke you out of your drunken stupor as Bakugou instinctively leaned forward to shield your body in case someone barged their way into his office.

“What?” He yelled, his voice laced with annoyance as he stayed buried inside you.

“Uh, Bakubro?” You heard Kirishima's voice on the other side of the door, “You know your fight is in five?”

“I fuckin’ know,” Bakugou snarled as he dropped his sweaty forehead to your shoulder, heaving a sigh, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

“Okay, man. I’ll see you down there.”

Bakugou reluctantly pulled his softening cock from your quivering walls, whimpering slightly at the loss of contact as his hands moved back to your ass, spreading your cheeks to see his cum beginning to trickle out of you. His fingers came up to push some of it back inside your fluttering walls as he felt the gape of your walls around his digits, a smug grin on his face.

Bakugou bent down to grab your panties, gently lifting each of your thighs as he helped you pull them back on, securing them around your hips before he lifted you up from his desk, sitting you on the edge of it as he gave you a soft kiss. Helping you slip your clothes back on as he continued stealing kisses, making sure you were comfortable as he went to get himself ready. Tugging out his own shorts as he pulled them on along with his underwear, toeing his boots on as he bent down to lace them up. Securing them tightly as you watched him silently from his position on the edge of his desk.

You couldn’t deny you were nervous. There was no way Shindou would have ever agreed to this unless he thought he could win, and there was no denying that he was a good fighter. But what scared you the most is you’d seen Shindou fight before, and Shindou didn’t fight fair.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You mumbled as Bakugou came back towards you, rubbing your thighs softly as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“We’ve been over this, sweetheart.” He rasped, tutting at you softly, “Told you I’m not gonna lose.”

“Yeah, but what if you do?”

“No matter what, ain’t no way I’m ever giving up on you, okay?” He held your cheek as you leaned into him, basking in his warm touch.

“You don’t have to watch.” He murmured, “You can stay in here till it’s over.”

“I wanna be there,” You smiled at him, trying to hide your nerves.

“Ya never fuckin’ listen to me, do you, sweetheart?” He scoffed, unable to resist stealing another kiss.

“I wanna support you.” You pouted.

“Okay, but you stick to Kirishima, you hear me?” Bakugou cupped your cheek, resting his forehead against yours, “I don’t want you out of his sight.”

Another knock on the door broke you apart, Bakugou’s eyes furrowing as he shouted towards the door, “Fucks sake- Alright, alright.”

He tugged the door to his office open forcefully, feeling your cheeks heat up as you were certain Kirishima could probably feel the heat permeating from the office or smell the scent of sex in the air, although he didn’t say anything as he told Bakugou he needed to come down now.

Bakugou gave a final look towards you, the corner of his lip tugged into a small smile as he turned back to Kirishima, “Don’t let her out of your fuckin’ sight, shitty hair. I mean it.”

Kirishima nodded as Bakugou left the office, hearing the clang of the metal steps as he made his way towards the cage in the middle of the warehouse. Trying to ignore the swirl of nerves that made you feel woozy, standing from the desk as your legs turned to jelly.

“He’s going to be okay, you know.” Kirishima squeezed your shoulder comfortingly, tugging you into his side, “Bakubro’s a great fighter.”

There was the slightest hint of doubt you recognised in his voice that had your stomach lurching in fear, a horrible looming dread that this fight may not be as clean cut as you hoped.

“Are you sure you wanna watch it?” He gave you a soft smile, “I can stay here with you if you’d like?”

“S’okay, Kiri. I wanna watch.” You took a deep breath as Kirishima opened the office door for you, keeping you close as he walked you towards the ring.

There was no way Bakugou could lose, it just wasn’t an option.

The silence is deafening, you zone out on the commentators' words and the jeers in the background. Completely focused on Bakugou who was currently standing on his side of the ring, crimson eyes focused on Shindou. If looks alone could kill you were certain he would be six feet under, the veins in Bakugou’s arms bulged as he flexed his muscles. Seconds away from ignoring all the rules of the fight club and surging forward at your cocky ex.

This is the fullest you’ve seen the club since joining, staying close to Kirishima’s side as Sero moved to the centre of the ring to start the fight.

Shindou kept glancing over at you with a smirk on his face, dark eyes looking you up and down as he punched his mitts together. It had been the first time you’d seen him in weeks, and suddenly you felt powerless again. Even surrounded by all these people you could now comfortably call friends, you still felt so alone.

The first bell rang, breaking you out of your thoughts as the fight began. Both men immediately moved towards each other with fists up as they began to circle each other in the centre of the ring.

“You sure you wanna go through with this?” Shindou smirked, “Seems kinda stupid to bet your entire club on a cheap whore.”

“Not just a cheap whore though if you’re still hung up on her,” Bakugou snarled, “And it ain’t like I’m gonna lose anyway.”

“We’ll see,” Shindou smirked, “Might win a girl and a club in the same day.”

“You’ll never have her again.” Bakugou clenched his teeth as he surged forward, taking a swing at Shindou as the punches hit him in the side of the head. His gloves came up to try and block the punches as Bakugou remained light on his feet, circling around him.

“You sure about that?” Shindou smirked, diving forward with a punch, but Bakugou was quicker. Stepping out of the way as he hit him in the back.

The impact had Shindou blanching as he stumbled, pushing some of his sweaty hair away from his brow with his forearm as he smirked at Bakugou, blood dripping from a cut above his eye as it stained his pale skin crimson.

“I ain’t the asshole who can’t say goodbye.” Bakugou smirked, “She clearly ain’t interested and you can’t take it, can ya?”

Kirishima’s arm weaved around your shoulders as you watched the two men take jabs at each other, your stomach swirling nervously as Shindou managed to throw a punch that hit Bakugou head-on. A loud grunt left his lips as blood began to gush from his nose, keeping light on his feet as he swung a punch at Shindou in retaliation. Hitting the black-haired man square in the chest as he hunched over slightly in pain.

“I know she misses me,” He smirked, “No one’s gonna make her as happy as I did, you can try as much as you like. But you’ll never give her what she wants.”

“Piss off,” Bakugou avoided a jab from Shindou as he threw one back in retaliation.

“She’s the best little cocksucker,” Shindou smiled, “But I guess you might already know that.”

Bakugou’s nostrils flared, but he kept his cool. His gloves were up in front of his face as he paced around his opponent.

“Had to fucking pull her off me sometimes, she’s so insatiable.” Shindou tried to distract Bakugou as he threw another jab at him, this time the punch landing as it knocked Bakugou’s jaw.

“Have you seen how pretty she looks when she cums?” Shindou laughed, pushing every single one of Bakugou’s buttons, “It’s the way her eyes flutter when she’s close, you know what I’m talking about?”

He was doing everything in his power to rile Bakugou up, and it was working.

“Or maybe you don’t,” Shindou shrugged with a smug grin, “It’s okay. We all have our vices, maybe someday you’ll get to see her cumming on cock. Perhaps you can watch when I beat you? I’m sure she won’t mind, she used to love when I bent her over-”

Bakugou didn’t give Shindou a moment to continue before seeing red, surging forward as he threw multiple jabs in quick succession at the black-haired man. Grunting as he tried to block each one, unable to avoid all of them as one made impact with his nose. A disgusting crack filled the ring, followed by another that hit his eye.

You grimaced at the blood that was now gushing down Shindou’s face and dripping onto his chest. The crimson lines streaked against his pale skin as he raised his arm to wipe the blood on his face away, teeth clenched through the pain as he glared at Bakugou.

“Touchy subject, huh?” Shindou laughed, sweat dripping down his forehead as his hair stuck to his temples.

Bakugou shoved Shindou back with both gloved hands, creating a distance between them as they continued pacing around each other like caged tigers. The black-haired man smirked at how worked up Bakugou had become already, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he chanced a look in your direction.

“Are we gonna fight like real men, or you wanna keep up with this shit?” Shindou raised a glove to tug the Velcro between his teeth, loosening the bond before tugging it off. Chucking it off to the side before using his hand to pull off the other one.

“Either way you won’t fuckin’ win.” Bakugou copied him, tugging his gloves off as he carelessly threw them away. Your heart nervously hammered in your chest as both men held their wrapped hands up instead, continuing to pace around each other.

“Must be hard not being able to give her what she wants.” Shindou cooed sarcastically.

“I’m already giving her what she wants,” Bakugou scoffed.

“Nah, she needs me,” Shindou smirked.

“Had her cumming on my tongue before this shit.” Bakugou smirked at the stoic look Shindou gave him in return, his eyes almost black with rage, “Clearly don’t need ya anymore.”

“Of course, she’d do that if you’re giving her money,” Shindou spat, “She’ll always be mine.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou raised a brow, a smirk on his face as blood stained his teeth, “But who’s cum is stuffed inside her right now.”

You noticed the way Shindou’s eyes darkened, rage building inside him as he held his fists up. Swallowing thickly as you tried to anticipate his next move, hoping that Bakugou would be a step ahead of him and avoid whatever he threw his way.

“Fine. Take my sloppy fucking seconds. I’ll just take your club.” Shindou surged forward, throwing punch after punch towards Bakugou as he attempted to avoid any retaliation, sweat dripping off his skin as he shoved Bakugou to the ground, throwing kick after kick at Bakugou’s ribs while he was sprawled out on the floor.

“Please, stop it.” You were screaming, your throat hoarse as you tried to get him to stop, “Stop it, he’s hurt. Kiri-“

You felt Kirishima’s arms weave around you as he stopped you from surging forward. Certain you were going to try and climb into the ring, your hands clinging to the metal squares that separated the ring from the crowd, hearing it shake as the audience banged their palms against it, jeering at Bakugou to get up and fight. You could feel hot tears streaming down your face as you looked at Bakugou on the ground, his hands trying to throw punches at Shindou’s calves to give him an opening to get up.

Sero’s voice spoke through the megaphone as he began to count down from five, counting down to the end of the match. Your heart sank as you felt all the hope you had inside you slowly disperse, the dreams you had imagined with Bakugou disappearing and being replaced with guilt as you thought about him betting his club, his life on you.

“He’s got this, okay.” Kirishima’s lips brushed against your ear as his arms wrapped around your stomach tight, holding you against his muscular back, “He’s fucking got this.”

You heard the nerves in his voice as it trembled, but you couldn’t take your eyes off Bakugou. Low grunts left his throat each time Shindou threw a kick at his side, trying to protect his vital organs.

"Tch,” Shindou snorted from his position above Bakugou, “You really think she's worth fighting over? If anything you're doing me a favour.” Shindou threw another kick at Bakugou, making a low grunt leave his lips, “She's nothing more than a filthy fucking cunt."

That was it.

Bakugou saw red, violent red as his brows furrowed into a deep, dark glare. Unable to ignore the scorching anger that threatened to explode inside him like searing hot lava as he surged forward. Fists raised as he moved to throw a fast punch at his opponent, but Shindou was quicker. Reaching into the baggy pocket of his shorts as he pulled out a small knife, the blade barely longer than your finger but sharp enough to cause damage as he held it out in front of him. Bakugou’s fist missed him by inches as he dodged it, instead his arm reaching forward as the knife connected with Bakugou’s side.

Your shrill scream filled the air and sounded over the rambunctious crowd, wide eyes looking on in fear as Bakugou took a quick step back. Sero immediately went to call the fight off but Bakugou stopped him, holding his hand in the air as his friend looked at him nervously.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare-” Bakugou snarled, “We play on.”

“Oh, looks like I was wrong.” Shindou scoffed, “You’re not a complete pussy.”

“Fighting words for a fuckin’ asshole.” Bakugou spat onto the ground, looking down at the wound that was now gushing blood from his side.

You cried out to Sero to stop the fight, your throat raw from screaming as your pleas fell on deaf ears. If Bakugou could hear you, he wasn’t showing it as he continued facing Shindou head-on. Kirishima’s arms enveloped your waist as he held you tight, a mixture of wanting to comfort you and trying to prevent you from running into the ring. Swallowing thickly as he continued to watch the fight from your side, tears streaming down your cheeks as you watched the floor stained red with Bakugou’s blood.

Bakugou surged forward, throwing jab after jab towards Shindou as fresh blood continued to dribble from his face.

“Of course, you’d be a fuckin’ cheat.” He rasped, swinging his leg to land a kick against Shindou’s side, knocking the wind from him as he staggered back.

Bakugou took the opportunity to throw another punch his way, knocking him square in the jaw before kicking him again. The crowd behind him as they chanted his name, cheers of Dynamight echoing through the warehouse. But all you could focus on was Bakugou, your eyes transfixed on him as he circled the ring, obviously in pain as his teeth clenched together. A mixture of spit and blood hit the ground as he spat to clear his throat, wiping his face with his forearm as Shindou chanced a final swing.

His biggest mistake as Bakugou already anticipated the move, ducking as his arm pivoted, leading with his right hand and foot but landing a southpaw stance punch with his left fist. The impact had Shindou flying backwards, landing flat on his back as the wind was stolen from his lungs.

“Can’t even win even when you fuckin’ cheat.” Bakugou spat, the bloody moisture landing on Shindou’s chest as he glared down at him.

Sero counted down in the background, the audience joining in as they roared the numbers, counting down to zero.

“It’s a knockout, Dynamight wins” An almighty roar broke out into the warehouse as the fight was deemed over, Sero’s voice booming into his megaphone as he announced Bakugou as the winner.

Bakugou was still hyped on adrenaline as his chest heaved, giving the crowd a look as he dripped with blood. Raising his arm up to wipe some of the metallic moisture away from his upper lip as the crowd shook the metal of the cage, creating a loud banging that echoed inside the warehouse as he turned to look for you in the crowd.

You struggled out of Kirishima’s arms as you ran forward into the cage, ignoring Shindou’s battered body as you wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s shoulders, tears streaming down your cheeks as he hissed in pain from your hold. Instantly pulling back nervously as you stared up at him with wide doe-like eyes, he was hurt and it was all your fault. The wound at his side where Shindou had stabbed him was still glistening with blood, some of it already darkened and dried against the skin as it began to flake.

Sero tried to grab Bakugou’s hand to hold it up to the crowd and parade him as the winner, but Bakugou ignored him in favour of you. Walking with his arm wrapped around your shoulders towards the exit of the ring, wincing with each step down as you led him towards the changing rooms, stumbling slightly as he settled into a chair. Trying to catch his breath without hurting his chest as you busied yourself grabbing the medicine box, dumping it onto the table beside him as you began to pull out cotton wool and rubbing alcohol.

Glassy eyes looking down at him with worry as you began to dab at his wounds, making him hiss slightly as he clenched his teeth.

“I think we should just go to the hospital, Katsuki.” You mumbled, watching the crimson liquid continue to leak from his wound.

“No hospitals.” He grunted, wrapping his arms around you as you stood between his thighs.

You grabbed a towel, pressing it against the stab wound as Bakugou bit back a hiss of pain. His grip around your waist tightened as you put pressure on it to stop it from gushing.

“You’ll need stitches, I can’t do stitches. I’m-”

Bakugou cut you off by squeezing your waist, “It’s a puncture wound, it ain’t that deep. Dumb fucker couldn’t even bring a proper knife to a fistfight.” He shook his head, “It’ll be fine, I’ve had far worse.”

You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from responding, not wanting to say the wrong thing. You really wanted him to get to the hospital to have it checked out, but maybe you’d ask Kirishima about it after.

“Told ya I’d fuckin’ win, didn’t I?” Even in the state he was in he remained cocky, a small smirk on his lips as you glared down at him with sad eyes.

“I told you he’d fight dirty.” You muttered.

“I can’t believe he pulled a knife,” Bakugou scoffed, “Fuckin’ prick. He knew he couldn’t win otherwise.”

“He could’ve killed you, Katsuki.” You sniffled, “You could’ve died because of me.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t.” Adrenaline still surged through his veins, the pain not nearly as intense as it would have been otherwise. You could feel the tears beginning to spill no matter how hard you tried to hold them back.

“Hey, hey, shhh.” He cooed, pulling you towards him as your lips met his in a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, uncaring about the dried blood that had crusted against his face. Bakugou winced slightly when your lips pressed against the cut on his top lip but held you tight to stop you from pulling away, his hands rubbing gentle circles against your sides.

“You won’t have to fight anymore.” He whispered against your lips.

“Yeah well, neither will you.” You couldn’t deny Bakugou had been impressive out there, but you definitely didn’t want to see him go through that again.

“Maybe,” he smirked, “Kinda missed being out in the ring.”

“Well next time you can fight someone that won’t pull a fucking knife on you.” You grumbled.

“I’d do it all again in a heartbeat,” He held you tight, his thumbs dipping into your hips as he met your gaze, “I’d do anything for you, you know. Because I love you.”

“W-what?” You stared at him with wide eyes at his blunt confession, your heart rate picking up as you looked into his eyes for any hint of deception.

“Yeah,” he smirked, “You don’t have to say it back, I know it’s hasn’t been long but-”

“I love you too,” You felt your heart soar at his words, unable to describe the feeling of elation that bloomed inside you. He felt the same. He loved you too. For the first time in a long time, you felt wanted, needed, cherished. The deepest sentiment you were unable to characterise by words, feeling your heartbeat pick up as fresh tears streaked down your cheeks.

“Oi.” Bakugou grunted, “Why you cryin’ for?”

“‘m just happy.” You sniffled, lifting the hem of your shirt up to try and wipe the wetness away as you smiled down at him.

“Me too.” He hummed, taking a deep breath through his nose to try and ignore the throb from his wounds.

“Let me take care of you,” You cooed.

Careful not to hurt him as you began to gently tend to his wounds. Filling a bowl with warm water as you began to swipe a cloth against the blood that stained his skin, trying to find the marks that now added to the tapestry already on his body.

His scent captivated your senses, the sultry hint of his cologne laced with the musky scent that should’ve been invasive, but instead it brought you comfort. Wanting to surround yourself with the intoxicating smell as you found yourself shuffling closer towards him, not that he seemed to mind. His skin still glistened with sweat as your hands stuck to the balmy skin as you continued to tend to his wounds.

You tried to ignore the way his skin was darkening under the intense fluorescent lights, the darkened bruises slowly starting to form on his skin as the tone went from a muted brown hue to a deep, dark purple. Wincing as he clenched his eyes shut as you allowed your fingers to trace over the wounds, certain that he’d probably broken something. The skin that was still his natural skin tone was now littered with an array of deep, red gashes.

It pained you to see him like this, even though it was nothing compared to how he must feel in the moment. Gritting his teeth to try and hide the true extent of his pain as he held onto your thighs, squeezing the supple skin as you continued to dab at the cuts on his face. He was hurt, and it was all because of you. The only sounds coming from him were light gasps when you’d dab the alcohol over a particularly sore gash, whispering apologies to him as he grit his teeth to bear it.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He groaned as he felt his muscles begin to ache, the adrenaline that was surging through his veins was beginning to pale as he had to face the extent of his injuries, rolling his neck to try and soothe his aching muscles as you continued to clean every wound on his body no matter how small.

Bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone give such care to his bruised and battered body, so used to leaving the ring to lick his own wounds whether he won or lost. Occasionally Kirishima assisted him to patch up wounds he was unable to reach himself, he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the attention from you. Even if it was for the wrong reasons as you stroked against a gash on his pec, his teeth clenching from pain as his nose scrunched, fingertips digging into the back of your thighs as he held you tight.

“I think this one might need stitches,” You mumbled, “I’m not sure if I can-”

“I already said no hospitals, woman.” He deadpanned, “I’ll be fine.”

“I can't fix it though, Katsu. What if it gets infected-” You began to panic.

“It don’t fuckin’ matter.” You bit your tongue to stop yourself from sassing back, angry at his level of care for his own body.

His hands began to stroke along the backs of your thighs as you continued working, feeling a heat beginning to rise inside you as you felt the warmth flow straight to your cheeks. Those same vermilion eyes focused on your face as you worked, trying to ignore him as you continued to patch him up.

The cotton buds you’d swiped across his wounds came off a deep, dark crimson. Throwing them haphazardly into the bin as you wriggled out of his arms as you moved to grab a small face cloth, running it under warm water as he watched you from across the room. Happily welcoming you back into his arms as you resumed your position between his thighs, this time his hands finding purchase on your hips as you began to wipe the dried blood from his worn body.

Bakugou’s eyes began to lull as you soothed the cloth along his aching muscles, feeling fatigue slowly taking over as he enjoyed your attention. You tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, not wanting to make him feel worse than he already did. It hurt to see him like this, even if he wouldn’t admit how bad he really felt. Sitting in silence as he allowed you to work away at him, his breathing pacified as his heart began to ease.

Once his body was clean of blood, you dropped the towel to the side. Leaning over his body to grab some bandages from the container, hoping to patch him up as best you could considering he refused to seek real medical assistance. Guilty that you didn’t have more expertise in the area so you could do more for him, your thumb lightly brushing over the bag beneath his left eye.

“You’re gonna get a black eye,” You mumbled, watching his nose scrunch as you stroked over the bruised skin.

“S’okay.” Bakugou scoffed, “It’ll make me look badass.”

“You already look badass.” You mumbled, “I was so scared of you when I first met you, you know.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, “And look at you now.” Bakugou slid his hands up your back, trying to get you to bend down to meet his mouth in a soft kiss, uncaring that he had a split lip.

You gasped into the kiss as you felt his hands paw at your leggings, tugging them down your hips as you broke the kiss.

“Katsu-” You mumbled, his fingertips digging into the softness of your skin as he hushed you softly.

Even wearing the most basic outfits the sounds that slipped from Bakugou’s lips were like he’d stumbled upon the garden of Eden, looking at you as though you were pure perfection in his eyes.

“Want you,” He whispered against your lip, continuing to drag the fabric down your thighs as he let it drop below your knees. Awkwardly shuffling out of your shoes to tug your leggings completely off your body as he tugged you into his lap. Legs on either side of his thighs as he felt your heat through his boxing shorts. His cum from earlier mixed with your slick as it left a darkened stain against the fabric as it slowly dripped out of your hole.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He groaned, feeling your arms circle around his neck as you were careful not to interfere with any of his fresh wounds. Grinding yourself down on his lap as you felt his hard cock beneath his shorts, tenting the fabric as it pressed against your core.

“‘m not.” You mumbled shyly.

“Nah, sweetheart.” He rasped, “You really fuckin’ are.”

His hand reaches up to hold your cheek gingerly as he gazes into your eyes, placing his forehead against your own as he savours the moment. That calm serenity after being caught in the eye of a hurricane, surrounded by the destruction that had taken place but at least you still had each other. His hand curled around to grasp your neck, pulling you closer as your lips met his in a searing kiss. A jumbled, desperate clash of tongues and teeth as his hands begin to roam your exposed skin. Groping your ass before trailing higher as he pulls your shirt up and over your head, discarding it to the ground as he tries to pull you impossibly close.

You melt into him as he holds your soft body, his tongue dancing with your own as he begins to drag your hips down on his neglected cock. Giving himself some needed friction as he captures your breathless whimpers with his mouth. You find it so difficult to think around Bakugou, getting lost in the sea of him as he begins to tug his baggy shorts down, lifting his ass from the chair just enough to free his aching cock.

“You’re hurt,” You murmur against his lip, breathing heavily as your hands rest against his pecs, “We shouldn't-”

“I need you, princess.” He groans, feeling your slick, wet folds dragging against the underside of his length. Coating it in the mixture of you both as you shamelessly rock against it, “I’m sorry I can’t fuckin’ wait.”

There’s something about Bakugou Katsuki that just makes you dizzy, a foggy haze shrouding your mind as his hand's pawed at your body. The air in the room felt hot and heavy as his waist rolled upwards to meet yours, creating rapturous friction as he shamelessly cants his hips against you.

“Fuck,” You trembled, his thumbs digging into the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to your slit as he added to the pressure. Using his grip to pull your body forward as he brought you into another sultry kiss, his breath scorching against your face as he continued teasing his cockhead through your slick folds.

“So beautiful, so good for me.” He slurred as you leaned into the kiss, hands stroking along his sweaty skin as you rolled your hips, trying to give your neglected clit some much needed friction as Bakugou continued to grind himself against you.

“I need-” You whisper against his lips, your nose scrunched in frustration as you trembled on his lap.

“What? What do you need, sweetheart?” He mumbled, pressing searing hot kisses against your jugular as you shamelessly ground yourself against his crotch.

“Your cock,” You hum, surprised at yourself for the crude words that left your lips, “Want you inside me.”

“Then take it,” He replied as though it was the simplest question in the world, “It’s yours.”

You gasped as Bakugou moved one of his large palms to wrap around the base of his cock, holding the heavy weight of it still as you steadied yourself on his shoulders. Your thighs trembling on either side of his as you held yourself above his thick length. Feeling the swollen tip of it catch against your tight entrance as you rolled your hips languidly, leaning back to angle your body above it. A soft groan left Bakugou’s lips the moment you began to sink yourself down on his cock.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched you through half-lidded eyes, vision foggy from his delirious stupor as he felt you sink further down on his length. A pleasurable throb permeated through your body as you adjusted to his size, inch after inch slowly disappearing inside your fluttering walls. The trimmed hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit as you finally bottomed out inside him, his name echoing from your lips in such sweet symphony. A sound he longs to commit to memory so he can hear it echo in his dreams, a song of praises as he moves his hands to rest on the curve of your ass. Holding you softly to allow you to set the pace as he glances up at you with a look of pure adoration.

“Katsuki,” You hum, rolling your hips as you begin a soft, steady pace above him, moving the tops of your feet to rest atop his thighs as you begin to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it, you get yours.” He smirked, shamelessly watching you use his body for your own pleasure.

Your slick walls hugged his cock perfectly, the thick veins on his cock dragging against you with each roll of your hips, the curve of him pushing against the same spot inside you each time you dropped yourself down on him. Your tongue slipped out to wet your lips as you focused on the pleasure brewing inside you, your thighs quivering as your thick lashes fluttered.

“I‘m close,” You whispered, the intensity of the moment so overwhelming as the intense ache began to throb throughout your lower half, “I’m gonna cum-”

“Ain’t no one stopping you, sweetheart.” Bakugou rasped, “Cum.”

Your orgasm surges through you in harsh waves, crying out his name as your walls begin to clamp down around his cock. His fingers disappeared between your connected bodies as he shamelessly thumbed your clit, prolonging the pleasure as you cry out his name. Letting you ride out your high as he whispers gentle praises in your ear, telling you how good you are and how perfect you look coming undone for him.

Bakugou groaned as he glanced down between your connected bodies to see the creamy rings of your slick that coated the base of his cock and leaked down his balls, “Turn you on that much watchin’ me fight?”

Burying your head in the apex of his neck as your body falls forward to hide the embarrassment of the mess you made of his cock as your lips brush against the salty skin. The lewd sound of your moans goading him on as he grips your hips tight, still feeling your pliant walls fluttering around him as he sets a hungry pace. Warm breath coming out in ragged pants as he bounces you on his lap, certain that he’s probably exasperated a wound you patched up for him moments earlier but the pleasure circling through his veins means he’s too drunk on ecstasy to care.

Your lungs heave as you gasp for air, each roll of his hips has him stealing more breaths from you as pleasure flows through your veins, captivating every sense until all you can feel is him. Every single movement is more intense, more intimate as he shamelessly uses you for his own pleasure.

“Fuck, so close.” He groans, breath ragged as he works himself to meet his end. Your teeth latch onto the salty skin at the base of his neck as your tongue lashes against it, marking him as your own as he teeters on the edge of his release.

Bakugou’s large palm moves to cup your neck, pulling you up to face him as he brings you into a needy kiss. His lips sucked on the tip of your tongue as he held you tight against him. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as his pace became sloppier, so close to the edge of his release as he wills you to follow him into ecstasy one more time.

His thumb slipping between your connected bodies to press loose figure eights against your puffy clit, the sensation has you gasping out as you roll your hips against him. Digging your nails into his shoulders while he works at your body, cherishing the way your walls clench around him.

“Come on, princess.” He murmurs, “I know you got one more in there for me.”

“Kats-” You’re not even sure you can, the throb between your thighs intense as you try to match his pace. A light sheen of sweat began to cover your own body as it makes you stick to him with every motion. His lips move forward to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against your sternum as he helps you over the edge.

“Just let go,” He murmured, continuing to thrust inside your weeping cunt until he’s got you falling, crying out for him as your cunt clenches around his thick cock. His name escaping your lips in a high crescendo as you fall into him, releasing the tension between your thighs as you come undone. A sea of constellations behind your eyes as he helps you ride out your climax, your vision blurry as all you can see is him.

“That’s it,” Bakugou grunts, returning his grip to your hips as he greedily fucks his cock inside your trembling walls a few more times before he meets his own end. Spilling hot spurts of cum inside your quivering walls as his hips leave the chair, burying his release inside you as you bask with him in the afterglow.

Calloused fingers stroke absentminded patterns along your back as he stays buried deep inside you, his cock softening between your slick heat as you rest your body against him. Chest to chest, heart to heart as he presses gentle kisses against the side of your face. Feeling his breathing slowly return back to normal as he makes goosebumps appear against your skin.

“I love you,” You hum, nuzzling his neck as your fingers press into the tense muscles in his back.

“I love hearing that coming from your lips, sweetheart.” He smirks in satisfaction, trying to commit the sound to memory, “Say it again.”

“I love you, Katsuki.” The words have Bakugou groaning before you’ve even finished uttering them, his head leaning back as a serene smile graces his features.

A peaceful serenity falls over the both of you as you bask in each other’s presence, finding solace in each other as for the first time since you can remember you feel truly safe.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Bakugou’s voice rumbles in his chest as he feels your lips tilt into a smile against his skin.

“Nothing,” You hum peacefully, “Just happy.”

“Me too.” He murmurs, pulling a disgruntled whine from you as he pulls you up off his softening cock.

His cum now dribbled from your spent walls as it drops onto his crotch, making Bakugou groan as he reaches to the side to grab his towel. Using it to gently clean between your thighs first before he uses it on himself, crudely wiping away the mixture of your releases as he dumps the soiled cloth back into his bag.

Bakugou’s hands are delicate as he helps you back into your clothes, helping you step into your plain panties before pulling your leggings up your aching thighs. Stealing a kiss as he pulls his own shorts back up, unbothered about changing at the club as he pulls a clean shirt over his head, fully intent on falling straight into bed. His aching muscles screaming at him for a moment's respite as he steals another kiss from your bruised lips. Hissing weakly as he leans down to pick up his duffel bag, holding a hand out to you.

“Come on dumbass, let’s go home.”

“Home?” You murmur in confusion.

“You heard me, home. You think I’m letting you go back to that shit apartment?” He takes your hand in his larger one, raising it to his lips to press a soft kiss against it, “It’s just you and me now sweetheart.”

You smile softly as you felt tears begin to well in your eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand spread through your body as he squeezed your own gently. So thankful that you finally had someone in your corner, someone who truly had your back and was willing to fight for you without asking for a damn thing in return. It was like everything you’d had to endure had led you to this moment and you could finally lock all of those dark memories in the deepest depths of your consciousness and finally be at peace.

“Yeah, just the two of us.”

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