xia˚⊱🪷⊰˚

You’d touched him before. You’d kissed him, shy and breathless. You’d sucked on his fingers while he told you how good you looked doing it, guiding your jaw as you gagged and drooled. You’d even gone down on him once—messy and overwhelmed, your nose buried in the base of his cock while your tears stained his skin. He’d praised you for every second of it, filthy and tender all at once.

But this?

This was different.

You were naked under him—bare, trembling, every inch of your skin sensitive under his calloused hands —and Katsuki had that look in his eyes. Hungry. Focused. Like he was going to ruin you slowly. Like he wanted to see you cry again, but this time from the stretch.

Your thighs quivered when he settled between them, thick and flushed and already hard against your belly. His mouth tilted in a smirk when he saw your face.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked already,” he murmured, thumbing between your legs like he owned the place. “What, you like gettin’ worked up before I even put a finger in?”

Your breath caught. “Katsuki— I don’t know if I can—”

“You can.” His voice dropped as he leaned in. “You want me, don’t you?”

You nodded fast, face burning.

He kissed your jaw, then lower, warm lips brushing your throat. “You want my fingers?”

“…Y‑Yeah.”

“You want my cock?”

The words made your breath stop. You whimpered, just barely, “Yes… please,” and his groan vibrated against your skin.

“Then be a good girl,” he said, “and relax.”

His fingers started slow—one at first, teasing and shallow—then two after a few minutes, curling deep inside you. And even that felt like too much. You gasped, back arching, grabbing at his wrist.

“Katsuki—!” you squeaked, thighs snapping closed instinctively.

He froze. “You okay?”

“I‑It’s a lot,” you whispered. “I can feel everything…”

His eyes darkened. “That’s the point, baby.” But his voice softened. “You’re just not used to bein’ full yet. Breathe for me.”

You nodded, shaky, chest rising and falling fast. He waited—fingers still, watching your face—until your grip on him loosened. Then he curled them inside you just a little.

You jerked, gasping.

“There it is,” he murmured, brushing his lips to your ear. “That spot right there? That’s mine now.”

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Your body clenched around him too hard to form words.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he muttered, voice strained. “If you’re squeezin’ my fingers like this, how the hell are you gonna take my cock?”

You shivered. “I don’t know,” you said, whispering into his ear.

He stopped. “You wanna stop?”

“No.” Your breath trembled. “No… I just—I’m scared.”

“I know, baby.” He kissed your temple, then your cheek. “You’re doin’ so good. Just let me take care of it.”

When he finally lined himself up between your legs—thick, heavy, leaking against your inner thigh—your whole body stiffened.

“Katsuki,” you said, panic rising again. “You’re not—there’s no way you’ll fit—”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he guided the head against your entrance. “You said that about my fingers too.”

“That’s—Katsuki, this is bigger—”

“I know it’s bigger,” he grunted, sliding in just the tip, and your entire body jolted. “Shit. You’re fuckin’ tight.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling, instinctively trying to close around him—but he was already between them, one hand gripping your thigh, the other cradling your cheek.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Breathe. You’re okay.”

Your nails dug into his arms. “It hurts…”

“I know,” he murmured. “I know. You’re a virgin, baby. That’s what happens.”

You stared up at him, watery-eyed. “Are you… are you gonna go all the way in?”

He kissed your cheek again. “Eventually. Not if you don’t let me, though.”

And he stayed like that—just the tip inside you—holding you, kissing you, letting you breathe through it. His words were low and rough against your skin.

“You’re takin’ me so well.”

“You’re bein’ brave, baby.”

“You’re mine. Let me in.”

Eventually, you nodded, And he pushed deeper.

You gasped, whole body locking up again. The stretch was brutal. It felt like you were going to split.

“Katsuki—!”

“Shhh, I got you. You’re okay. Just a little more…”

You felt every inch of him—every vein, every twitch, every pulse—as he sank in slow, letting you take it. Your walls throbbed around him, clamping down so tight it hurt.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so hard,” he growled. “Shit—baby, you’re gonna kill me.”

You whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

“Shhh, I know,” he murmured, kissing them away. “You’re takin’ me. Just like that. Good girl.”

He didn’t move at first. Just stayed buried in you, deep and thick and twitching against your walls, his mouth warm on your skin. You felt stretched beyond what seemed possible. Too full. Overwhelmed.

“Katsuki,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he said, voice low and firm. “You already are.”

“It’s so much,” you gasped. “You’re too big—I can’t—”

“You can,” he repeated. “You’re takin’ all of me, baby. This pussy’s made to stretch around my cock.”

Your thighs twitched. Your chest heaved.

“it still hurts—”

“I know.” His hand stroked your hair. “That’s ‘cause no one’s ever been here before. Gotta teach your body how to take me.”

You nodded, shakily. He kissed your cheek again. Then—slowly—his hips rolled. You cried out, arms clinging to him, the sensation tearing through your core.

He froze. “Too much?”

“I‑I don’t know. Just… slow. Please.”

“I am goin’ slow,” he muttered, biting back a groan. “You think I’m not fuckin’ dying right now?”, You blinked up at him, glassy-eyed.

His voice gentled. “Okay. I’ll go even slower. You just hold on.”

And he started moving. Tiny thrusts. Barely pulling out. Just grinding inside you, dragging his cock against your sore walls with steady control. You could feel everything. Every inch of him. Every drag, every push.

You whimpered, thighs twitching again. “It’s too much—Katsuki, I feel like I’m gonna split—”

“You’re not.” He pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “You’re takin’ it. Look at you. So full. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. But your legs stopped shaking. Your fingers relaxed. And the pain… started to shift.

He felt it too. „There she is,” he murmured, voice dark and rough. “Startin’ to open up for me.”

His next thrust went a little deeper. A pulse of heat bloomed under the ache. Your body jolted.

“That feel better?” he asked, teeth grazing your jaw.

You nodded, breath shaky. “Y‑Yeah… it’s still a lot but—oh—”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “Good fucking girl.”

He pulled back slowly—almost halfway — then pushed back in. Deep. Full. You gasped, fingers clutching his back.

You didn’t even realize you were moaning until he whispered, “Say it. Say it feels good.”

“It feels—ah!—good,” you gasped, shocked by the admission.

“Fuck,” he groaned, starting to move for real. Still slow, still careful—but with purpose now. “Gonna split you open ‘til you love it.”

Your breath came faster. His thumb found your clit, circling it while he filled you with every deep, stretching thrust. Your back arched, mouth falling open.

“Goddamn, baby,” he panted. “You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good. Gonna make me lose it—”

You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat, the slick pulse of skin on skin, the rising heat in your belly.

“Look at me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours.

You did—eyes wet, mouth trembling—and he smirked.

“Yeah. You’re mine now.”

His next thrust punched a whimper out of you. “This little pussy’s learnin’ what it’s made for.”

You cried out, walls fluttering, pleasure finally overtaking the pain.

“Startin’ to fuck me back,” he rasped. “You feel that, baby? That’s your body beggin’ me to stay inside.”

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel him, stretching you open, claiming you with every slow, wrecking thrust.

Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would—fast and deep and overwhelming. You clenched down around him, gasping his name.

Katsuki cursed, hips stuttering.

“Fuck, baby… if you squeeze me like that—shit—”

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name as he came—deep inside you, full and hot, hips jerking with the force of it. He clung to you, arms trembling.

Afterward, he stayed close. Didn’t pull out right away. Just held you. Pressed kisses to your skin.

When he finally cleaned you up—soft shirt, warm water, hands gentle—he curled up beside you and pulled you into his lap.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing your thigh.

You nodded, sleepy. “I think I was just scared…”

He looked down at you, hand cupping your cheek.

“You never gotta be scared with me,” he said. “Next time’ll be easier.”

You blinked. “Next time?” He smirked. “You think I’m only fuckin’ you once?”

You hid your face in his chest, embarrassed.

“Shut up, Katsuki…”

He just laughed, arms tightening around you.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━ do not copy or translate my work .ᐟ

ּ  ֗ ִ  ּ ۪  mha. ╱ navi. ╱ taglist. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

· he makes his intentions clear to the rest of the boys. simply says, “i like her” when he notices you walk in first, getting up from his seat, extra flute of prosecco in hand as he walks over to you.

· the rest of the cast just stares at him, eyes wide at the fact this is the first time he’s shown interest in any girl the few days he’s been here. even the camera crew is focused on him, zooming in at him and everyone’s reactions to it.

· you look a little nervous, disguised by your tight little dress, makeup done perfectly and hair falling prettily in place. gazing at the cast all around the firepit, you send a little wave, “hey everybody!”

· but before you could step any closer, already a man is jogging up the steps to you. dressed in a loose silky green shirt, but his pectorals stand prominently with black dress pants. and shit. he’s so fine. you’re no longer thinking of how you’re looking because it’s your first time on tv. but instead, damn, who is this and you needa know more now.

· to your luck, he offers you the flute, a slanted smirk on his face as his eyes flick over your body. it makes you stand up straighter. “thank fuck. i’ve been waiting for you to come in.”

· you laugh nervously, accepting the drink and taking a sip to hide the fact you’re hot all over from this very attractive man’s presence.

· “for me? do we know each other?”

· “nope. but we’re about too.”

· the first night you both aren’t coupled up yet but bakugou is making it very clear he wants you, without saying it specifically. and you’re into the attention.

· he’s been low-key flirting all night, staring at you over the top of his drink and floating around you whenever you talk with the other guys. even if you didn’t want to think about bakugou, well he’s making sure you don’t forget him.

· when you’re getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth at the sink he comes to join you and holy shit you’re trying your best to keep your emotions together. no way are you about to stare at his waterboard abs and the way he’s perfectly tanned and his underwear is hanging so low and-

· no, you keep brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror.

· he leans against the wall and crosses his arms. he’s totally not staring at the way you’re braless and half your ass is hanging out in those tiny shorts.

· “where’re you sleepin’ tonight?”

· “one of the spare beds. one of the girls even asked to share in case i felt lonely.”

· “wanna keep me company in the day bed?”

· and you can’t lie, the shock written over your face. in the most attractive way you can, you spit out your toothpaste and wipe your face.

· “you’re already moving on from your couple?” you tease with a smile, because you want him so bad. you hope he can’t tell yet.

· “nah we were just put together, we both don’t want each other. friendship couple shit.”

· now you turn to him, cocking one hip and crossing your arms. it only pushes your breasts up.

· “awh, you’re so kind. offering her the bed while you sleep outside with the mosquitoes.” you flirt.

· he only rolls his eyes, “what can i say? i’m a gentleman.”

· you send him a laugh, walking past him. into the girl’s makeup room to get your slippers.

· he follows lazily behind you, arms still crossed and eyes taunting you on their own, “so what, you wanna share babe?”

· was this the right choice? already sharing a bed with a guy on your first day? fuck it.

· “yeah sure. no touching though, this is just a tester,” you wiggle your finger at him, now in your slippers to walk past him to the day bed outside, bakugou following beside you hot on your tail.

· and to your luck, there’s no touching, not even a kiss which itself was a test with the heavy sexual tension between you both. though, not that your bar for men was low but you liked how he simply respected your wishes, didn’t try anything with you at all. just some light chatter and giggles, before slipping off to sleep.

· and from then on you guys are two peas in a pod. the couple everyone thinks will last the longest, the couple all the viewers at home love and definitely the couple that will secure the most brand deals when you leave.

· the sexual tension stays between you both at all times. fluttering touches at your waist, his single finger tracing the length of your thigh when you sit next to him and the staring between you both is constant.

· both across the kitchen counter and you’re there with heart eyes and your sunglasses at the tip of your nose. when he cooks, you’re staring at the length of his toned body, the way he chops up some fruit for you or the way he makes your iced coffee. and when you’re not near him he’ll always randomly find you and hand it over to you. making you feel like a teenage girl the way he moves so nonchalantly, treating you so daintily and making it clear you’re coupled with him, even when you weren’t officially.

· bakugou was adamant that your first kiss can’t be in a challenge. he wanted it to be serious, real and not sloppy for the sake of winning some dumb prize. so one evening, everyone dressed their prettiest, the day before the first recoupling, he calls you over for a chat.

· in your head you’re begging that he’s gonna talk about what you think he’s gonna talk about.

· bakugou’s quick, mouth open before your ass has even touched the seat, “so I’m gonna come out with it just incase you don’t want it and we can go do whatever the fuck we were doin’.”

· you just nod, waiting for him to continue. your foot is tapping impatiently on the ground and you’re staring at his lips, the way they curve when he talks and his bright red eyes that are intimidating from afar but so welcoming up close.

· “tomorrow’s the recouplin’ and i just wanted to see if we’re on the same page. if you’d like to recouple with me?”

· you don’t give in to your wants to wrap your arms around this man’s neck and kiss him senseless, because yes you wanna recouple with him, you wanna do a little more too. instead, you just calmly say, “sure, i’d like to couple up with you.”

· bakugou lets out a short laugh, “sure, I’d like to couple up with you” he mimics in your voice and you hit his arm, “easy for you to sound calm when I’m the one doin’ the askin’. i know you want me just as much as i want you.”

· you’re obsessed with his bluntness, so you do it back, “yeah that’s true. do you wanna do something about it or should i?” you’re sentence falling to a whisper, and you can tell from bakugou’s dilated pupils that he’s just as excited.

· simultaneously your heads move in closer, and you feel like youre in a disney movie, noses touching and his breath tickling your lips he whispers, “you’re beautiful.”

· your heart is literally burning and you could have screamed at how cute and at the same time how high the sexual tension between you both was. you crash your lips onto his and bakugou’s quick to cup your cheek, whilst you grip his hair. you’re sitting on him at this point, legs swinging off his lap as he pulls you closer.

· the only thing that pulls you both away, wasn’t the fact you were lacking air but the screams and cheers from the rest of the islanders.

· you guys win the majority of the challenges or are always in the top 3. bakugou is competitive as fuck which excites you and makes you want to try your best just to make him happy. in the interview room when you guys are messy, either drenched with paint or some type of food and youre excitedly chatting to the camera about what happened and he’s love struck by you, staring at your lips as you talk. causes the embarrassing moment when he doesn’t realise you’ve asked him a question because he’s staring so intently.

· “katsuki (you’re on first name basis now too lol) ?! katsuki i asked you a question!”

· and he’s blinking like he’s clearing his thoughts, he looks dead in the camera with an awkward thumbs up, “i agree with what she said.”

· you only slap his arm and roll your eyes with a dopey smile because he’s so ENDEARING !!! he nudges his nose into your cheek to kiss you hehe

· JEALOUSYYYYY surprisingly it comes from you first !!!

· a new girl is about to come into the villa and texted two boys she wants to meet on a date beforehand and to your disgust she chooses your man.

· and youre repeating in your head it’s just a game, that’s the point ! but the newcomers have been watching the show, she knows you both are together !!! does she wanna break you both up on purpose??

· and when katsuki is getting dressed for his date with this random girl, you stroll in with a pout, your arms crossed grumpily in the skimpiest bikini.

· “what’s with your face, pretty?” he asks, staring at you through the mirror as he buttons up a white linen shirt.

· “what do you think? you’re going on a fucking date.” and you’re glaring off to the side because it’s not his fault but he doesn’t even look uncomfortable with it.

· “stop with that shit, you’re the only girl i’m gonna want in this place. you think i’m gonna throw everything we’ve got away? you’ve got it fucked babe.” and he leans in to give you a kiss on your lips, hand trailing down to squeeze at your bare ass. as he’s about to pull away, you pull him back in, catching his tongue while his mouth is open. you guys make out, only interrupted by someone walking through the door.

· “woah y/n, you know he’s coming back right?” kirishima laughs, all dressed up as the second pick for the date.

· you pull away from katsuki, turning around to face kirishima while bakugou adjusts his trousers if you know what i mean.

· “i know. just so he doesn’t forget me.”

· and on the date bakugou’s civil, polite, doing the bare minimum so nobody could say he was necessarily rude. bringing you up in conversation with the girl as much as he can so she gets the message.

· makes you smile wide when the girl comes to the villa later and pulls you aside to say how katsuki wouldn’t stop talking about you on the date and didn’t do anything with her. was even gonna give her a handshake to say goodbye before the producers asked him to give her a hug. and your chest warms up to the brim, your eyes even start to water and you blame it on the fact you’ve been trapped in this villa for a few weeks now and perhaps it’s the insanity that makes it feel like love. you say thank you to the girl as she hopes there’s no hard feelings between you both and you nod and say there’s not.

· right after though bakugou jogs over to you on the long swinging bench, dressed back in his shorts since he’s seen you tear up whilst talking to the girl.

· he cups your head and moving chest to chest with you. “what did she say? why’d she make you cry?” he wipes your tears with his thumbs and it makes you wanna cry more because he’s so sweet.

· “you! you made me cry!”

· “hah? she didn’t say i did something did she?”

· “yes, she said u did everything !!” and bakugou is quick to let go of your face, about to storm over to her when you rest your palm softly on his chest. it soothes him instantly. “said how you spoke about me loads and didn’t flirt with her once. even said you were a little boring.” you giggle, smiling toothily at him.

· “huh.” he pauses, blushing slightly. “well i said you’re the only girl i want, didn’t i?”

· “yeah, guess you did.” you blink at him twice before throwing yourself at him in a hug, catching him off guard as he falls back into the swinging sofa, his hands on your waist. you kiss all over his face, leaving no place untouched and he laughs under you, all rough and boyish. has the cameras zooming in because he’s rarely ever like this.

· kirishima and new girl on his arm, her names momo you later learn, strolls up the strange scene. “what’s going on here?” he laughs. bakugou’s laid flat whilst you’re on top of him, one of his legs hanging off the bench.

· “nothin’. (you’re catching onto the way he speaks now, leaving the gs off words. bkg calls u his mini me and so do the viewers) he just likes me. a lot.”

· and bakugou says nothing to that because it’s true, only runs his hand up your side and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

· first time bakugou lives up to his explosive personality is when one of the guys is chatting shit about you. one of your best friends in the villa, mina is partnered up with him and you’ve just told her you don’t think he’s gonna be loyal to her. you laid out the facts and the evidence, even some other girls agreeing.

· with you and the girls chatting together across the villa, bakugou’s staying out the drama (only ever in it when he’s gossiping privately to you lmao bakugou is a GOSSIP !). only when he’s making a drink for himself, he can hear mina’s guy chatting the most shit saying how you’re a snake, you’re fake and how you only care about the money so you’re ruining every other couple in order to win.

· now bakugou can ignore when people say stuff about him. he knows what’s right about himself so what’s the point? but your name getting dragged through the dirt? he’s not having it.

· so, he plops down in a seat beside the guy who’s been doing all the talking. not surprised at everyone’s wide eyes and the way they’ve stopped talking in his presence.

· “what? keep talkin’ then. i already heard you when i was in the kitchen.” and bakugou is taunting him with his eyes, daring him to continue.

· and the guy tries to play it off, “ha, calm down bakugou, man. i’m just playing around. your girl just likes to stir up a bit of trouble.”

· and the tensions high, bakugou’s eyes turning to slits, “nah man, i think she’s right. if you’re so mad about the situation go fix it. not chatting shit about y/n when she can’t defend herself.” then for good measure he adds, “fuckin’ prick.”

· and the guy, with nothing to say and his pride hurt stands up abruptly, only making bakugou gaze up at him unaffected. (this is about to sound really british but I AM BRITISH LMAO) “wot you say?? do you wanna go or something?? say it with your chest bro.”

· and bakugou does not care about this guy, not one bone in his body nervous. he stands up, standing an inch taller and multiple inches wider. “i said you’re a fucking prick. don’t let me catch you even mentioning y/n again.”

· at this point the rest of the guys have stood up so a fight doesn’t escalate and the love island security is on standby but they wanna keep the cameras rolling as long as possible. you and the girls have noticed the commotion, you jogging to the scene with your water bottle in hand.

· “what’s going on babe?” you panic, looking between bakugou and the guy.

· “nothin’ babe,” is all he says whilst you grab his hand to drag him to sit on the day bed. his two best friends kirishima and kaminari, who just came back in from a date roll up too, plopping beside you both.

· bakugou catches you three up on what happened, and in the next island vote that guy is out lmao.

· one of your first and only troubling incidents was of course casa amour !! when you found the postcard with lots of photos of the boys living it up in the new villa. your darling bakugou seated with a new girl on his lap and your heart literally drops to your ass. (you know the newest season when chloe finds the postcard of all the boys at casa amour???)

· your eyes are already bubbling up with tears running to the other girls and thrusting it in their faces. they all immediately look for their man who’s doing something even worse. still being so lovely they comfort you, arms around your shoulders and you comfort them too.

· words like “you know bakugou more than all of us. do you really think he’s already found a new girl after a couple days??”

· but you’re already sniffing, so obsessed with bakugou (you know the islanders get a little bonkers with no outside contact lol) and feeling utterly heartbroken. you’re not sure what to believe. with only this postcard as any memory of him and it looking like he’s moving on with another girl, you’re assuming the worst.

· so, like a few other girls you try to talk to the new boys that have come to your villa while the others are in casa amour. you chat to one of the boys that were interested in you from the start but you clearly stated already that you were off limits.

· his name is shindou and although he’s nice and sweet he’s not your katsuki. and you miss him like hell. still sleeping in the day bed with mina and momo, and gossiping about the boys in casa.

· when the day rolls around for the boys to come back, you decided not to pair up with shindou which he understood, keeping with your gut that katsuki will come back alone.

· which to nobodies’ surprise but you, he did !! and you wanted to laugh at the way he looked so nervous when he scanned for your face and then completely relieved when nobody was beside you. he gave you one massive bear hug, kissing your face all over, whispering “i missed you” between every one.

· (articles on the outside going wild at how pro hero dynamights gone soft and jokingly how he needs to come back to save lives or you’ll make him a househusband)

· you accept all his love, his grin wide as he sits at the campfire with you. “i knew you’d wait for me.”

· but you’re quick, postcard still on your mind, “wish i could say the same about you.” you whispered, but everyone picked up on it.

· “hah? what do you mean?”

· “we’ll talk about it later.” you whisper, not wanting to cause a scene because it could be nothing.

· and as soon as the campfire scene is over, the cast is back in the villa with a few new faces, bakugou finds you immediately, dragging you to the top of the terrace.

· “tell me what you meant. you didn’t think i’d come back for you?”

· “the postcard katsuki. why was another girl sitting on your lap?”

· and bakugou’s head is spinning from the accusation. and a postcard? what postcard?

· you feel anger bubbling up in your chest. “they sent us a postcard with pictures of you guys in casa. there was a picture of you with a girl on your lap.” you say it with a blank face, refusing to touch him.

· “a girl on my lap?” and bakugou is trying to remember the situation. but your blank face and the anger seeping in your eyes is making him panic, making him spit out anything that comes to mind. “i never even fuckin’ spoke to another girl when i was there?? i never even fuckin’ touched one?”

· and you’re frowning at him like he’s stupid because you had photo evidence, “bakugou i saw the picture. why are you lying?” and now youre already feeling the anger turn to tears. why is he lying to you? you think you love him and was everything between you a lie now? brain moving a million miles an hour, you run away from him, not wanting to see you cry.

· bakugou shouts after you but you don’t stop. mina sees you first running to wrap you in her arms and drag you up to the makeup room so you could be alone. momo follows along too.

· and you tell them he’s being defensive and saying he didn’t touch any girls but you all have seen the photo. they’re in disbelief that bakugou would do something as stupid as lie when there’s evidence so they do their best to comfort you, calling him dumb names to make you smile before cleaning yourself up and sleeping with you in the day bed. bakugou catches you in your pyjamas, pillow in hand to sleep outside instead of your normal couple bed with the rest of the islanders.

· “i heard you’re sleeping outside with the girls.” he states. feeling the urge to grab you and make you listen to him. for him to rearrange his words and take back what he said. but you look worn out and he knows it’s probably best to do it in the morning.

· “just wanna be away from you at the moment. we can talk about it tomorrow.” you don’t look at him. staring out the windowed door to where momo and mina are settling into your bed for tonight.

· bakugou hangs on to the idea of talking tomorrow, “yes we will. i-“ and he wants to say he loves you, casa amour made him realise he loves you. but he holds it back for another day. “goodnight y/n”

· you nod back, walking over to your friends, letting you sleep in the middle of them.

· the next morning, bakugou is doting and eager. handing you your iced coffee as you’re doing your makeup, filling up your water bottle and as soon as you come downstairs, he asks to talk.

· you only nod, letting him do all the work. you choose to sit in a secluded area, so nobody else can listen in.

· “sorry.” he starts and you only frown.

· “for what?”

· “for what i said yesterday. i panicked. you looked so angry and i thought i was goin’ to lose you and i genuinely couldn’t remember what you were talkin’ about.”

· “but the pic-“

· he interrupts you, “yeah that fuckin’ picture. i swear it was only for a split second, kiri wanted to take a group photo of us all so she came and dumped herself on my lap. i didn’t get a choice in it and she came off right when he was finished.”

· you feel your bottom lip wobble and you curse yourself for being so emotional. you weren’t this emotional before you got to the villa. you focus on the straw of your named water bottle, flicking it up and down.

· “don’t cry baby please. i can get kiri’s phone if you want and i can show you the full uncropped picture? it didn’t mean anything to me which was why i didn’t remember, i don’t even remember the girls name.”

· you pat his thigh to placate him, “it’s okay katsu, i believe you. sorry for assuming.”

· “no, my bad for not fuckin thinking like an idiot.” he notices you smile.“can i hug you?”

· you nod, letting him wrap up his arms around your figure and pulling him to your chest. you instantly melt when you’re against him, his skin on yours and you finally let out one big sigh. “fuck i missed you.” he breathed and he feels you nod again, “missed you too.”

· and the last scenario i have is when he finally asks you to be exclusive and tells you he loves you.

· to your surprise instead of getting ready for bed like everyone else, bakugou has his arms around your waist, your back to his chest and his head perched on your shoulder. he’s looking out in the distance and you assume it’s at the view.

· “what’re you thinking about?”

· and he surprises you, “do you wanna go in the pool whilst everyone’s sleeping?”

· your first question is “why? are we even allowed to?”

· he rolls his eyes and scoffs at how you first think about the rules, “yeah we can, pretty. i’ve already asked the producers.”

· now you’re already suspicious of something because why are the producers letting bakugou do this? but you shrug, excited for something new, some privacy with your favourite boy (even if that included the camera crew and the whole world).

· So, when everyone was fast asleep, you weren’t sure what time it was, bakugou dragged you out of the bed to the dead silent villa. a soft breeze and warm spanish air hitting your skin. only dressed in your pyjamas you ask, “you sure you wanna go in the pool? i’m not even in a bikini.”

· “shut up princess, we’re going in the damn pool,” he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. you fight your squeals as to not wake anyone up.

· “katsuki, what the fuck! i care! i don’t wanna be in soggy clothes-“ but before you know it you’ve been thrown in the cold pool, one massive splash and as you’re about to bob up for air, another splash crashes beside you, splashing you once again.

· you playfully whine at him, but your endeared by his slanted smile at you and the way his usual spikey hair flops onto his forehead. “i hate you, you’re so annoying.”

· bakugou only splashes you before wrapping you up in his arms so you couldn’t escape. “let go of me katsuki it’s freezing!”

· when he finally does, he lifts you up to sit at the edge of the pool, shuffling to stand between your legs. you both look at each other for a few moments. heavy breathing from your scuffling and the thrill of being out whilst everyone’s asleep. staring down at him you trace his jaw with the tip of his finger whilst his large callous hands rest on your thighs.

· “are you gonna tell me what brought on this spontaneous activity?” you ask and a flash of nervousness is seen in bakugou’s eyes.

· he straightens up a little, brushing his wet strands of hair out of his eyes, “i wanted to ask you something.”

· you smile immediately, knowing an idea of what he’s about to ask. bakugou’s quick to glance away from your grin, a smile of his own sneaking up. “don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. this shit is so predictable.”

· “no it’s not. you could be asking me if you wanna adopt an endangered lion. or asking me if i wanna have tea in the morning instead of iced coffee or you could be asking me if you could break up with me or you-“

· “i’m askin’ if you wanna be exclusive. i know we kinda already are and we spoke ages ago about how girlfriend boyfriend labels are really fast here compared to the real world. but i wanna let you know i want a proper label not just the girl i’m coupled with.”

· you’re practically jumping off your seat at this point but bakugou speaks again, “unless you do wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend. i’m up to being your boyfriend.” he rambles out and you’re so overwhelmed with this beautiful man infront of you, standing in the freezing pool in just his underwear, you in your soggy pyjamas with the view of spain infront of you. what could be better?

· so, you kiss and kiss him, till you can’t breathe. bakugou coming up for air to ask, “wait, what do you wanna be?” “let’s stick with exclusive, yeah?”

· and he nods and you kiss for a while longer, until bakugou says he can’t feel his balls because the water is so cold.

· and it reminds him of the first day he met you, asking you to share a bed with him as he follows behind you hand in hand. the realisation of how fast your relationship had been making him spurt out.

· “i love you.” you stop in your steps, letting go of his hand.

· “no fuckin’ way.” you reply staring at him owlishly.

· bakugou’s nervous again because he wasn’t expecting that response, “it’s okay if you don’t like me like that yet. i just-“

· “i love you too katsuki. i thought i’d be the one to say it first. so did the girls.”

· and it’s another celebration all over again, hands all over each other, lips on each other’s skin and being young and horny, pool chlorine everywhere, you both shower together too in the early am, getting each other off.

· and you think it’s all so intimate and beautiful. him blushing through it all and so loving… and not to sound stupid but you never thought you’d find the one on a tv show? let alone love island?

· coming first place always brings negative energy idk. when people come first place in shows they never get as far as people that came second or third. so i say you guys came second or third lmao.

· kaminari and idk jirou going first with their crazy rocky relationship which was entertaining and unexpected to watch. a whole enemies to lovers. though you and bakugou are definitely a fan favourite, remembered even when the seasons over like molly mae and tommy lmao.

· you and bakugou do the girlfriend boyfriend label three weeks after you leave the villa just to be sure and even moved in together a month after. you both didn’t live very far away anyway so you never even had to do the long distance.

· i feel like i wrote a whole season of love island here beginning to end and idk if anyone else is obsessed with love island bakugou as much as me and i should have wrote this when love island was actually on bc i only thought about bakugou whilst watching it lmao !!

· he makes his intentions clear to the rest of the boys. simply says, “i like her” when he notices you walk in first, getting up from his seat, extra flute of prosecco in hand as he walks over to you.

· the rest of the cast just stares at him, eyes wide at the fact this is the first time he’s shown interest in any girl the few days he’s been here. even the camera crew is focused on him, zooming in at him and everyone’s reactions to it.

· you look a little nervous, disguised by your tight little dress, makeup done perfectly and hair falling prettily in place. gazing at the cast all around the firepit, you send a little wave, “hey everybody!”

· but before you could step any closer, already a man is jogging up the steps to you. dressed in a loose silky green shirt, but his pectorals stand prominently with black dress pants. and shit. he’s so fine. you’re no longer thinking of how you’re looking because it’s your first time on tv. but instead, damn, who is this and you needa know more now.

· to your luck, he offers you the flute, a slanted smirk on his face as his eyes flick over your body. it makes you stand up straighter. “thank fuck. i’ve been waiting for you to come in.”

· you laugh nervously, accepting the drink and taking a sip to hide the fact you’re hot all over from this very attractive man’s presence.

· “for me? do we know each other?”

· “nope. but we’re about too.”

· the first night you both aren’t coupled up yet but bakugou is making it very clear he wants you, without saying it specifically. and you’re into the attention.

· he’s been low-key flirting all night, staring at you over the top of his drink and floating around you whenever you talk with the other guys. even if you didn’t want to think about bakugou, well he’s making sure you don’t forget him.

· when you’re getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth at the sink he comes to join you and holy shit you’re trying your best to keep your emotions together. no way are you about to stare at his waterboard abs and the way he’s perfectly tanned and his underwear is hanging so low and-

· no, you keep brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror.

· he leans against the wall and crosses his arms. he’s totally not staring at the way you’re braless and half your ass is hanging out in those tiny shorts.

· “where’re you sleepin’ tonight?”

· “one of the spare beds. one of the girls even asked to share in case i felt lonely.”

· “wanna keep me company in the day bed?”

· and you can’t lie, the shock written over your face. in the most attractive way you can, you spit out your toothpaste and wipe your face.

· “you’re already moving on from your couple?” you tease with a smile, because you want him so bad. you hope he can’t tell yet.

· “nah we were just put together, we both don’t want each other. friendship couple shit.”

· now you turn to him, cocking one hip and crossing your arms. it only pushes your breasts up.

· “awh, you’re so kind. offering her the bed while you sleep outside with the mosquitoes.” you flirt.

· he only rolls his eyes, “what can i say? i’m a gentleman.”

· you send him a laugh, walking past him. into the girl’s makeup room to get your slippers.

· he follows lazily behind you, arms still crossed and eyes taunting you on their own, “so what, you wanna share babe?”

· was this the right choice? already sharing a bed with a guy on your first day? fuck it.

· “yeah sure. no touching though, this is just a tester,” you wiggle your finger at him, now in your slippers to walk past him to the day bed outside, bakugou following beside you hot on your tail.

· and to your luck, there’s no touching, not even a kiss which itself was a test with the heavy sexual tension between you both. though, not that your bar for men was low but you liked how he simply respected your wishes, didn’t try anything with you at all. just some light chatter and giggles, before slipping off to sleep.

· and from then on you guys are two peas in a pod. the couple everyone thinks will last the longest, the couple all the viewers at home love and definitely the couple that will secure the most brand deals when you leave.

· the sexual tension stays between you both at all times. fluttering touches at your waist, his single finger tracing the length of your thigh when you sit next to him and the staring between you both is constant.

· both across the kitchen counter and you’re there with heart eyes and your sunglasses at the tip of your nose. when he cooks, you’re staring at the length of his toned body, the way he chops up some fruit for you or the way he makes your iced coffee. and when you’re not near him he’ll always randomly find you and hand it over to you. making you feel like a teenage girl the way he moves so nonchalantly, treating you so daintily and making it clear you’re coupled with him, even when you weren’t officially.

· bakugou was adamant that your first kiss can’t be in a challenge. he wanted it to be serious, real and not sloppy for the sake of winning some dumb prize. so one evening, everyone dressed their prettiest, the day before the first recoupling, he calls you over for a chat.

· in your head you’re begging that he’s gonna talk about what you think he’s gonna talk about.

· bakugou’s quick, mouth open before your ass has even touched the seat, “so I’m gonna come out with it just incase you don’t want it and we can go do whatever the fuck we were doin’.”

· you just nod, waiting for him to continue. your foot is tapping impatiently on the ground and you’re staring at his lips, the way they curve when he talks and his bright red eyes that are intimidating from afar but so welcoming up close.

· “tomorrow’s the recouplin’ and i just wanted to see if we’re on the same page. if you’d like to recouple with me?”

· you don’t give in to your wants to wrap your arms around this man’s neck and kiss him senseless, because yes you wanna recouple with him, you wanna do a little more too. instead, you just calmly say, “sure, i’d like to couple up with you.”

· bakugou lets out a short laugh, “sure, I’d like to couple up with you” he mimics in your voice and you hit his arm, “easy for you to sound calm when I’m the one doin’ the askin’. i know you want me just as much as i want you.”

· you’re obsessed with his bluntness, so you do it back, “yeah that’s true. do you wanna do something about it or should i?” you’re sentence falling to a whisper, and you can tell from bakugou’s dilated pupils that he’s just as excited.

· simultaneously your heads move in closer, and you feel like youre in a disney movie, noses touching and his breath tickling your lips he whispers, “you’re beautiful.”

· your heart is literally burning and you could have screamed at how cute and at the same time how high the sexual tension between you both was. you crash your lips onto his and bakugou’s quick to cup your cheek, whilst you grip his hair. you’re sitting on him at this point, legs swinging off his lap as he pulls you closer.

· the only thing that pulls you both away, wasn’t the fact you were lacking air but the screams and cheers from the rest of the islanders.

· you guys win the majority of the challenges or are always in the top 3. bakugou is competitive as fuck which excites you and makes you want to try your best just to make him happy. in the interview room when you guys are messy, either drenched with paint or some type of food and youre excitedly chatting to the camera about what happened and he’s love struck by you, staring at your lips as you talk. causes the embarrassing moment when he doesn’t realise you’ve asked him a question because he’s staring so intently.

· “katsuki (you’re on first name basis now too lol) ?! katsuki i asked you a question!”

· and he’s blinking like he’s clearing his thoughts, he looks dead in the camera with an awkward thumbs up, “i agree with what she said.”

· you only slap his arm and roll your eyes with a dopey smile because he’s so ENDEARING !!! he nudges his nose into your cheek to kiss you hehe

· JEALOUSYYYYY surprisingly it comes from you first !!!

· a new girl is about to come into the villa and texted two boys she wants to meet on a date beforehand and to your disgust she chooses your man.

· and youre repeating in your head it’s just a game, that’s the point ! but the newcomers have been watching the show, she knows you both are together !!! does she wanna break you both up on purpose??

· and when katsuki is getting dressed for his date with this random girl, you stroll in with a pout, your arms crossed grumpily in the skimpiest bikini.

· “what’s with your face, pretty?” he asks, staring at you through the mirror as he buttons up a white linen shirt.

· “what do you think? you’re going on a fucking date.” and you’re glaring off to the side because it’s not his fault but he doesn’t even look uncomfortable with it.

· “stop with that shit, you’re the only girl i’m gonna want in this place. you think i’m gonna throw everything we’ve got away? you’ve got it fucked babe.” and he leans in to give you a kiss on your lips, hand trailing down to squeeze at your bare ass. as he’s about to pull away, you pull him back in, catching his tongue while his mouth is open. you guys make out, only interrupted by someone walking through the door.

· “woah y/n, you know he’s coming back right?” kirishima laughs, all dressed up as the second pick for the date.

· you pull away from katsuki, turning around to face kirishima while bakugou adjusts his trousers if you know what i mean.

· “i know. just so he doesn’t forget me.”

· and on the date bakugou’s civil, polite, doing the bare minimum so nobody could say he was necessarily rude. bringing you up in conversation with the girl as much as he can so she gets the message.

· makes you smile wide when the girl comes to the villa later and pulls you aside to say how katsuki wouldn’t stop talking about you on the date and didn’t do anything with her. was even gonna give her a handshake to say goodbye before the producers asked him to give her a hug. and your chest warms up to the brim, your eyes even start to water and you blame it on the fact you’ve been trapped in this villa for a few weeks now and perhaps it’s the insanity that makes it feel like love. you say thank you to the girl as she hopes there’s no hard feelings between you both and you nod and say there’s not.

· right after though bakugou jogs over to you on the long swinging bench, dressed back in his shorts since he’s seen you tear up whilst talking to the girl.

· he cups your head and moving chest to chest with you. “what did she say? why’d she make you cry?” he wipes your tears with his thumbs and it makes you wanna cry more because he’s so sweet.

· “you! you made me cry!”

· “hah? she didn’t say i did something did she?”

· “yes, she said u did everything !!” and bakugou is quick to let go of your face, about to storm over to her when you rest your palm softly on his chest. it soothes him instantly. “said how you spoke about me loads and didn’t flirt with her once. even said you were a little boring.” you giggle, smiling toothily at him.

· “huh.” he pauses, blushing slightly. “well i said you’re the only girl i want, didn’t i?”

· “yeah, guess you did.” you blink at him twice before throwing yourself at him in a hug, catching him off guard as he falls back into the swinging sofa, his hands on your waist. you kiss all over his face, leaving no place untouched and he laughs under you, all rough and boyish. has the cameras zooming in because he’s rarely ever like this.

· kirishima and new girl on his arm, her names momo you later learn, strolls up the strange scene. “what’s going on here?” he laughs. bakugou’s laid flat whilst you’re on top of him, one of his legs hanging off the bench.

· “nothin’. (you’re catching onto the way he speaks now, leaving the gs off words. bkg calls u his mini me and so do the viewers) he just likes me. a lot.”

· and bakugou says nothing to that because it’s true, only runs his hand up your side and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

· first time bakugou lives up to his explosive personality is when one of the guys is chatting shit about you. one of your best friends in the villa, mina is partnered up with him and you’ve just told her you don’t think he’s gonna be loyal to her. you laid out the facts and the evidence, even some other girls agreeing.

· with you and the girls chatting together across the villa, bakugou’s staying out the drama (only ever in it when he’s gossiping privately to you lmao bakugou is a GOSSIP !). only when he’s making a drink for himself, he can hear mina’s guy chatting the most shit saying how you’re a snake, you’re fake and how you only care about the money so you’re ruining every other couple in order to win.

· now bakugou can ignore when people say stuff about him. he knows what’s right about himself so what’s the point? but your name getting dragged through the dirt? he’s not having it.

· so, he plops down in a seat beside the guy who’s been doing all the talking. not surprised at everyone’s wide eyes and the way they’ve stopped talking in his presence.

· “what? keep talkin’ then. i already heard you when i was in the kitchen.” and bakugou is taunting him with his eyes, daring him to continue.

· and the guy tries to play it off, “ha, calm down bakugou, man. i’m just playing around. your girl just likes to stir up a bit of trouble.”

· and the tensions high, bakugou’s eyes turning to slits, “nah man, i think she’s right. if you’re so mad about the situation go fix it. not chatting shit about y/n when she can’t defend herself.” then for good measure he adds, “fuckin’ prick.”

· and the guy, with nothing to say and his pride hurt stands up abruptly, only making bakugou gaze up at him unaffected. (this is about to sound really british but I AM BRITISH LMAO) “wot you say?? do you wanna go or something?? say it with your chest bro.”

· and bakugou does not care about this guy, not one bone in his body nervous. he stands up, standing an inch taller and multiple inches wider. “i said you’re a fucking prick. don’t let me catch you even mentioning y/n again.”

· at this point the rest of the guys have stood up so a fight doesn’t escalate and the love island security is on standby but they wanna keep the cameras rolling as long as possible. you and the girls have noticed the commotion, you jogging to the scene with your water bottle in hand.

· “what’s going on babe?” you panic, looking between bakugou and the guy.

· “nothin’ babe,” is all he says whilst you grab his hand to drag him to sit on the day bed. his two best friends kirishima and kaminari, who just came back in from a date roll up too, plopping beside you both.

· bakugou catches you three up on what happened, and in the next island vote that guy is out lmao.

· one of your first and only troubling incidents was of course casa amour !! when you found the postcard with lots of photos of the boys living it up in the new villa. your darling bakugou seated with a new girl on his lap and your heart literally drops to your ass. (you know the newest season when chloe finds the postcard of all the boys at casa amour???)

· your eyes are already bubbling up with tears running to the other girls and thrusting it in their faces. they all immediately look for their man who’s doing something even worse. still being so lovely they comfort you, arms around your shoulders and you comfort them too.

· words like “you know bakugou more than all of us. do you really think he’s already found a new girl after a couple days??”

· but you’re already sniffing, so obsessed with bakugou (you know the islanders get a little bonkers with no outside contact lol) and feeling utterly heartbroken. you’re not sure what to believe. with only this postcard as any memory of him and it looking like he’s moving on with another girl, you’re assuming the worst.

· so, like a few other girls you try to talk to the new boys that have come to your villa while the others are in casa amour. you chat to one of the boys that were interested in you from the start but you clearly stated already that you were off limits.

· his name is shindou and although he’s nice and sweet he’s not your katsuki. and you miss him like hell. still sleeping in the day bed with mina and momo, and gossiping about the boys in casa.

· when the day rolls around for the boys to come back, you decided not to pair up with shindou which he understood, keeping with your gut that katsuki will come back alone.

· which to nobodies’ surprise but you, he did !! and you wanted to laugh at the way he looked so nervous when he scanned for your face and then completely relieved when nobody was beside you. he gave you one massive bear hug, kissing your face all over, whispering “i missed you” between every one.

· (articles on the outside going wild at how pro hero dynamights gone soft and jokingly how he needs to come back to save lives or you’ll make him a househusband)

· you accept all his love, his grin wide as he sits at the campfire with you. “i knew you’d wait for me.”

· but you’re quick, postcard still on your mind, “wish i could say the same about you.” you whispered, but everyone picked up on it.

· “hah? what do you mean?”

· “we’ll talk about it later.” you whisper, not wanting to cause a scene because it could be nothing.

· and as soon as the campfire scene is over, the cast is back in the villa with a few new faces, bakugou finds you immediately, dragging you to the top of the terrace.

· “tell me what you meant. you didn’t think i’d come back for you?”

· “the postcard katsuki. why was another girl sitting on your lap?”

· and bakugou’s head is spinning from the accusation. and a postcard? what postcard?

· you feel anger bubbling up in your chest. “they sent us a postcard with pictures of you guys in casa. there was a picture of you with a girl on your lap.” you say it with a blank face, refusing to touch him.

· “a girl on my lap?” and bakugou is trying to remember the situation. but your blank face and the anger seeping in your eyes is making him panic, making him spit out anything that comes to mind. “i never even fuckin’ spoke to another girl when i was there?? i never even fuckin’ touched one?”

· and you’re frowning at him like he’s stupid because you had photo evidence, “bakugou i saw the picture. why are you lying?” and now youre already feeling the anger turn to tears. why is he lying to you? you think you love him and was everything between you a lie now? brain moving a million miles an hour, you run away from him, not wanting to see you cry.

· bakugou shouts after you but you don’t stop. mina sees you first running to wrap you in her arms and drag you up to the makeup room so you could be alone. momo follows along too.

· and you tell them he’s being defensive and saying he didn’t touch any girls but you all have seen the photo. they’re in disbelief that bakugou would do something as stupid as lie when there’s evidence so they do their best to comfort you, calling him dumb names to make you smile before cleaning yourself up and sleeping with you in the day bed. bakugou catches you in your pyjamas, pillow in hand to sleep outside instead of your normal couple bed with the rest of the islanders.

· “i heard you’re sleeping outside with the girls.” he states. feeling the urge to grab you and make you listen to him. for him to rearrange his words and take back what he said. but you look worn out and he knows it’s probably best to do it in the morning.

· “just wanna be away from you at the moment. we can talk about it tomorrow.” you don’t look at him. staring out the windowed door to where momo and mina are settling into your bed for tonight.

· bakugou hangs on to the idea of talking tomorrow, “yes we will. i-“ and he wants to say he loves you, casa amour made him realise he loves you. but he holds it back for another day. “goodnight y/n”

· you nod back, walking over to your friends, letting you sleep in the middle of them.

· the next morning, bakugou is doting and eager. handing you your iced coffee as you’re doing your makeup, filling up your water bottle and as soon as you come downstairs, he asks to talk.

· you only nod, letting him do all the work. you choose to sit in a secluded area, so nobody else can listen in.

· “sorry.” he starts and you only frown.

· “for what?”

· “for what i said yesterday. i panicked. you looked so angry and i thought i was goin’ to lose you and i genuinely couldn’t remember what you were talkin’ about.”

· “but the pic-“

· he interrupts you, “yeah that fuckin’ picture. i swear it was only for a split second, kiri wanted to take a group photo of us all so she came and dumped herself on my lap. i didn’t get a choice in it and she came off right when he was finished.”

· you feel your bottom lip wobble and you curse yourself for being so emotional. you weren’t this emotional before you got to the villa. you focus on the straw of your named water bottle, flicking it up and down.

· “don’t cry baby please. i can get kiri’s phone if you want and i can show you the full uncropped picture? it didn’t mean anything to me which was why i didn’t remember, i don’t even remember the girls name.”

· you pat his thigh to placate him, “it’s okay katsu, i believe you. sorry for assuming.”

· “no, my bad for not fuckin thinking like an idiot.” he notices you smile.“can i hug you?”

· you nod, letting him wrap up his arms around your figure and pulling him to your chest. you instantly melt when you’re against him, his skin on yours and you finally let out one big sigh. “fuck i missed you.” he breathed and he feels you nod again, “missed you too.”

· and the last scenario i have is when he finally asks you to be exclusive and tells you he loves you.

· to your surprise instead of getting ready for bed like everyone else, bakugou has his arms around your waist, your back to his chest and his head perched on your shoulder. he’s looking out in the distance and you assume it’s at the view.

· “what’re you thinking about?”

· and he surprises you, “do you wanna go in the pool whilst everyone’s sleeping?”

· your first question is “why? are we even allowed to?”

· he rolls his eyes and scoffs at how you first think about the rules, “yeah we can, pretty. i’ve already asked the producers.”

· now you’re already suspicious of something because why are the producers letting bakugou do this? but you shrug, excited for something new, some privacy with your favourite boy (even if that included the camera crew and the whole world).

· So, when everyone was fast asleep, you weren’t sure what time it was, bakugou dragged you out of the bed to the dead silent villa. a soft breeze and warm spanish air hitting your skin. only dressed in your pyjamas you ask, “you sure you wanna go in the pool? i’m not even in a bikini.”

· “shut up princess, we’re going in the damn pool,” he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. you fight your squeals as to not wake anyone up.

· “katsuki, what the fuck! i care! i don’t wanna be in soggy clothes-“ but before you know it you’ve been thrown in the cold pool, one massive splash and as you’re about to bob up for air, another splash crashes beside you, splashing you once again.

· you playfully whine at him, but your endeared by his slanted smile at you and the way his usual spikey hair flops onto his forehead. “i hate you, you’re so annoying.”

· bakugou only splashes you before wrapping you up in his arms so you couldn’t escape. “let go of me katsuki it’s freezing!”

· when he finally does, he lifts you up to sit at the edge of the pool, shuffling to stand between your legs. you both look at each other for a few moments. heavy breathing from your scuffling and the thrill of being out whilst everyone’s asleep. staring down at him you trace his jaw with the tip of his finger whilst his large callous hands rest on your thighs.

· “are you gonna tell me what brought on this spontaneous activity?” you ask and a flash of nervousness is seen in bakugou’s eyes.

· he straightens up a little, brushing his wet strands of hair out of his eyes, “i wanted to ask you something.”

· you smile immediately, knowing an idea of what he’s about to ask. bakugou’s quick to glance away from your grin, a smile of his own sneaking up. “don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. this shit is so predictable.”

· “no it’s not. you could be asking me if you wanna adopt an endangered lion. or asking me if i wanna have tea in the morning instead of iced coffee or you could be asking me if you could break up with me or you-“

· “i’m askin’ if you wanna be exclusive. i know we kinda already are and we spoke ages ago about how girlfriend boyfriend labels are really fast here compared to the real world. but i wanna let you know i want a proper label not just the girl i’m coupled with.”

· you’re practically jumping off your seat at this point but bakugou speaks again, “unless you do wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend. i’m up to being your boyfriend.” he rambles out and you’re so overwhelmed with this beautiful man infront of you, standing in the freezing pool in just his underwear, you in your soggy pyjamas with the view of spain infront of you. what could be better?

· so, you kiss and kiss him, till you can’t breathe. bakugou coming up for air to ask, “wait, what do you wanna be?” “let’s stick with exclusive, yeah?”

· and he nods and you kiss for a while longer, until bakugou says he can’t feel his balls because the water is so cold.

· and it reminds him of the first day he met you, asking you to share a bed with him as he follows behind you hand in hand. the realisation of how fast your relationship had been making him spurt out.

· “i love you.” you stop in your steps, letting go of his hand.

· “no fuckin’ way.” you reply staring at him owlishly.

· bakugou’s nervous again because he wasn’t expecting that response, “it’s okay if you don’t like me like that yet. i just-“

· “i love you too katsuki. i thought i’d be the one to say it first. so did the girls.”

· and it’s another celebration all over again, hands all over each other, lips on each other’s skin and being young and horny, pool chlorine everywhere, you both shower together too in the early am, getting each other off.

· and you think it’s all so intimate and beautiful. him blushing through it all and so loving… and not to sound stupid but you never thought you’d find the one on a tv show? let alone love island?

· coming first place always brings negative energy idk. when people come first place in shows they never get as far as people that came second or third. so i say you guys came second or third lmao.

· kaminari and idk jirou going first with their crazy rocky relationship which was entertaining and unexpected to watch. a whole enemies to lovers. though you and bakugou are definitely a fan favourite, remembered even when the seasons over like molly mae and tommy lmao.

· you and bakugou do the girlfriend boyfriend label three weeks after you leave the villa just to be sure and even moved in together a month after. you both didn’t live very far away anyway so you never even had to do the long distance.

· i feel like i wrote a whole season of love island here beginning to end and idk if anyone else is obsessed with love island bakugou as much as me and i should have wrote this when love island was actually on bc i only thought about bakugou whilst watching it lmao !!

He started recognizing you before he ever had a conversation with you. He didn't talk much to you, not real talking.

But he saw you.

He remembers his first impression of you.

There was a program U.A. had for foreign exchange students. It's literally called U.A. Foreign Hero Exchange Program.

That's when he first met you.

He didn't even plan on going to that. But fate brought him there.

. . .

' It started a week ago.

But today is the day students come to watch the remaining foreign exchange students compete to get into their school.

"Oh come on Bakugo, lighten up. It'll be entertaining!" said Kirishima, who had one arm slung over Bakugo's shoulder as they walked inside the screening room.

It was a large room, big enough to fit students from many different hero schools. There were chairs stacked at a far end of the room for free use. But other then that the only thing filling the room was the hundreds of students. There were TV's situated in sections. Different sections that each school claimed already.

Bakugo looked to his right to see his classmates in their own little section, where 10 TV's sat on a wall, like a security room.

"I doubt that," he gruffed out, shrugging off Kiri's arm and shoving his hands in his pants pockets.

Nothing was playing on the screens yet, so everyone was left chatting or scrolling through profiles of students. Each students had their name, their quirk, and the country they are representing listed under a ID photo of them.

Bakugo leaned against a wall, dark ruby eyes scanning the crowds. He saw that people were rooting for profiles based off appearances. Placing bets and wishes on who they wanted to win.

His classmates weren't entirely different. He overheard their conversations, about who they were favoring. The hottest and the ugliest. He didn't care much to join in, he found it stupoid.

He found this entire thing stupid. What did it matter that they were here? The new students were being chosen by their teachers. He thought this was a waste of time, he could be training right now.

Strengthening his heart.

"Come sit with us Bakugo." Kirishima yelled, turning his head back to look at him. He patted a empty seat next to him. Surrounded by almost everyone in the class.

He only grunted before making his way over to sit next to him.

Bakugo dropped into the seat with a dull thud, legs spreading slightly as he leaned back, one arm hooked lazily over the backrest. His face showed just how little he cared, his forced lack of interest a bit too obvious. Maybe too many eyerolls this time.

His eyes unintentionally found their way to the screen in front of him. If he had to be here, he might as well make it worth his while.

He turned his head to Kirishima. "Give me the remote!" He yelled, snatching it from Mina's hands.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Kirishima said, grinning as he leaned sideways to dodge Bakugo's swipe for the remote. His sharp shark-like teeth flashed in the bright light of the screening room, entirely unbothered by the explosive blond's outburst.

"Relax, man. We're just flipping through profiles like everyone else. You wanna see who's up next, right?"

Mina opened her mouth to protest, hands already reaching for the remote Bakugo had just stolen, but he cut her off with a sharp jab of the remote toward her face. "You had this damn thing ever since we got here!" he snapped, thumb already mashing buttons with an aggressive tendency. The screen flickered rapidly through profiles as Bakugo spammed the next button.

Faces, quirks, nationalities blurring together in a dizzying slideshow that made Kaminari groan about getting motion sickness.

Bakugo didn’t care.

His eyes were already working. Searching for even slightly intimidating people. But considering his standards, there were none.

“Yo, look at this one,” Kaminari pointed, already laughing. “Their quirk literally just-”

“I don’t care,” Bakugo cut in flatly.

The room itself was obnoxiously loud, just constant swarms of noise that never quite settled. Dozens of conversations layered over each other. Someone laughed too loudly near the back. A group to the left was already arguing over who looked the strongest just based on profile pictures alone. (Like he wasn't doing that)

His classmates blended into that noise.

But Bakugo was easy to judge, sometimes he could be a hypocrite. Sometimes though. Usually he was actually very aware of himself.

“Okay, but this one has to be fake,” Kaminari said, hovering over his chair as he leaned toward one of the screens. “There’s no way someone’s quirk is just.. like, elastic hair? That’s gotta be a joke.”

“It’s not a joke, dumbass,” Jiro replied, though she was clearly amused. “Quirks can be anything.”

“I’m just saying, how do you even fight with that?”

“You don’t always fight,” Yaoyorozu added calmly. “Rescue applications-”

“Hey, this one’s kinda cool,” Mina cut in, already scrolling. “Oh! And they’re cute.”

Bakugo groaned, his aggressive touch making his sound lean more towards a growl.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

No one listened. They were by far used to him.

The room dimmed slightly as the system transitioned from profiles to live footage.

“Looks like interviews are being replayed before the arena starts,” Kirishima said, leaning forward with interest. “This is where they get asked why they are doing this right?”

“Yeah,” Mina added. “Motivation, personality, all that stuff.”

“Boring,” Bakugo muttered.

He let his head tip back against the wall for a second, eyes half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling. The lights above buzzed unevenly. Annoying. He could be training right now.

Actually doing something useful.

One by one, candidates appeared. Some nervous. Some overly confident. Some trying way too hard to sound heroic. And some feigning cockiness that they obviously couldn't back up, Bakugo could tell they were chicken just by looking at them.

He out of all people would be able to tell.

“…I want to make my country proud”

“…I believe in justice”

“…I’ll save as many people as I can”

Bakugo’s expression soured more with each one.

Their words filtered through his head in a whiney tone as he mocked them silently, then immediately forgetting who just popped up. There responses were too polished and rehearsed, he almost felt embarrassed for them.

“Extras, I couldn't be any more bored. Say something real.” he scoffed under his breath. He didn't even bother to watch anymore. He regrets every minute that passes by, every minute reminding him this thing lasts for about-

An hour or two? And they just got here.

“…This is the boring part,” Kaminari groaned, dropping back into his seat.

“It’s not boring,” Yaoyorozu corrected. “This is where you learn intent.”

“Intent doesn’t matter if they’re weak,” Bakugo pitched.

"Oh wow look at her? She's so beautiful!" Mina shrieked, shaking Jirou's arm hard enough to make her headphones slip. Jirou shot her a glare, but Mina was already pointing wildly at the screen. More ecstatic then her previous outbursts.

Bakugo reluctantly dipped his head back straight to steal a glance, feeling slight fomo.

You sat across from the interviewer, posture straight but not stiff. You weren't fidgeting or trying to look busy with your expressions. Your hands rested loosely, like you weren’t trying to control how you were perceived.

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed slightly. Mina didn't lie, you were eye-catching.

The interviewer spoke in the same voice he did for every single interview, a voice that everyone was starting to get annoyed of.

Same question as always.

You didn't speak for a second, Like you were deciding how much effort the answer deserved. Biting your lip as you looked down then back up with a smile.

But Bakugo wasn't paying attention anymore. He didn't care how pretty you were.

“I’m going to win.”

"…"

The reaction was immediate from everyone, even through the screen.

A sharp bark of laughter cut through the silence first, followed by a low whistle from somewhere off-screen. "Damn, someone's confident," a male voice drawled too close to the microphone, like he'd leaned in just to be heard. The camera didn't pan to him, but Bakugo could picture the smirk. Cocky bastard.

"Or delusional," another candidate added. "You realize this isn't a beauty pageant, right? They're not judging based on how cute your smile is."

“Seriously?”

“Who says that?”

“Cocky much?”

“Get her out of here!.”

Every candidate who was soon to be interviewed was now getting closer to the microphone, all in a fit of disbelief and irritation.

On-screen, you didn't defend yourself. You just smiled at the people who were starting to yell at you. "Yes, thank you all. I appreciate you." you said sarcastically, a giggle escaping you when a guy's eyes started bulging out of their sockets.

More comments arose after that.

Bakugo didn’t look at them. He was watching you. Because you didn’t react the way most people would.

Something similar to recognition pulled tight in his chest.

"Guys i think we found the female Bakugo." Sero chipped in, snickering with Kaminari as they watched you.

“…Hah.” he huffed, resting his elbows on the head of the chairs next to him as he slouched. Eyes fixed on you and your next reaction.

The screen had already moved on, but Bakugo didn’t register it.

Instead, he leaned forward more for his elbows to rest on his knees now, hands loosely clasped as his gaze flicked back to the side panel, where names and profiles cycled.

“What?” Kirishima asked, catching the shift immediately. “You actually paying attention now?”

He scanned the list again, faster this time. Trying to find your face.

He caught your profile on another screen, farther from the main one him and his group had been watching.

Didn’t feel like much. Not compared to some of the flashier entries. But that didn’t matter.

“…That one,” he said.

Kirishima leaned over slightly. “Which one?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, irritation flickering, but it wasn’t directed at him.

“The one that said they’d win.”

Kaminari blinked. “Dude, like - half of them said that.”

“No,” he said, “They didn’t mean it. She does.”

There was a difference. And he knew it. Because most people said things like that to convince others. Or themselves.

And he found himself forced to defend you, seeing that you had been compared to him so easily. Even he was impressed by you. He had to defend his image.

A slow grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, something bright and dangerous settling behind his eyes.

“Don’t get crushed too fast.” he thought.

The arena phase was about to begin.

And he had someone to watch.

. . .

You walked barefoot across some large rocks, ones you would see lining the shore of a dirty ocean.

You were a bit nervous. Not because you thought you were in danger or in risk of losing. You were just worried about how you were representing your home country. Especially after what happened before you left.

You were wearing your hero costume. A short sleeve, light weight, skin tight fabric for flexibility. Similar for your bottoms, and cloths on your feet for protection. All made to fit snug on you so it wouldn't get in the way during battle.

Nothing too special. the only loose thing was the cultural beads and cloth you chose to wear.

For a while, you moved through dark spaces. Deciding to spy on loners who were clueless and alone so far. It didn't take long for you to get three medals. Each fight put up only lasted 10 or 15 minutes.

You’re not cocky or full of yourself. Just confident in your abilities. After all, you worked hard to be as strong as you are. Worked all your life to get here.

Time just kept passing. You would watch peoples movements. Some kids were already battling each other, large matches creating commotion in the distance. Though, you thought those people were wasting their time.

The noisy ones were spending almost half of the time fighting for one medal, trying to fight just to show off.

You showed enough of your skills by winning these medals, proving you were more than capable. So you weren't worrying.

5 medals now clinked softly against each other around your neck. Not bad for the first twenty minutes. But you weren’t here for "not bad."

But you saw a certain candidate that stood out. He was a large guy. With fire steaming from his ears every time he charged at someone. He was going after everyone by trapping them in places they wouldn't be able to leave, or else large boulders or objects would crush them.

You gathered another medal, then you waited until the brute made his move on someone again. He wasn't cheating, but even after he stole someone's medal, he would continue to attack them even when the other person was cornered and practically near death.

Pissed you off. He reminded you of actual villains you’ve been attacked by before. Villians that actually kill people.

You were stalking him behind shadows, moving with your knees low to the ground. He collected another medal from the person he just beat.

You have 6 medals around your neck now, he has 7 including the one he just won. Great, he collected the rest for you.

You lifted the medals off from around your neck, each one freezing cold. You quickly buried your medals in the sand just at the entrance of the rock cove you were hidden in. The brute hadn’t spotted you yet, his back was turned, shoulders heaving with each ragged breath as he loomed over his latest victim.

"Hey, big guy," you called once you were away from the spot your medals were at. He whirled, nostrils flaring like a bull scenting blood. His eyes darted to your bare neck, then back to your face, lips peeling into a grin. "No medals?" he rumbled, cracking his knuckles. "Guess you’re just another loser begging for a beating."

The guy stalked closer to you from across the field. You were standing just where the sand met grass. "You got a death wish hot thing?" he snorted, kicking aside the groaning candidate at his feet.

You watched the kid heave for air. There was blood blocking his lungs. You could tell by the way his chest was shaking. Fuck.

You kept your hands loose at your sides, knees slightly bent and your heels lifted.

The air was starting to get humid, though there could be no rain in a closed arena. Probably an intentional setback by whoever designed this place. You could fight in bad weather, despite how much you hate humidity. It just slows you down.

"Nah. Just thought you might want a real challenge." You jerked your chin toward the crumpled forms scattered behind him. "These kids were barely warm ups for someone like you, right?"

His grin widened, revealing teeth sharpened to points. Like snake fangs or shark teeth.

‘Well that’s a bit performative’, you thought.

Steam coiled from his ears as he rolled his massive shoulders. "Real challenge?" He barked a laugh that echoed off the rocks. "You're half my size. Gonna tickle me to death?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you shifted your weight onto the balls of your feet, preparing to move at any moment. The humidity clung to your skin, but you'd fought in worse. Behind the guy, the fallen candidate dragged themselves away. Good. Fewer distractions.

He took another step forward, and you could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the humidity wasn’t just slowing you down.

"Tickling’s not really my style," you said, rolling your shoulders back. "But I do like taking down guys who think they’re invincible just ‘cause they’re big."

He lunged at you first. He was fast for his size, getting closer to your view until you swerved and appeared above him. Your foot descended upon his head, his face plummeting into the ground. You quickly leapt off him and to the side.

The rhythm you created was easy to fall into: dodge, attack, disappear from his range and deliver him a heavy blow. Over and over. It was obvious you weren't taking him seriously, your sweat almost invisible compared to his. He continued to use all of his strength in every attack he threw.

He was too hotheaded.

His breaths grew ragged, shoulders heaving as sweat slicked his skin. The humidity worked in your favor now, his bulk was a furnace, and every missed swing burned through his stamina. You feinted left, then right, letting him chase until his footwork turned sluggish.

It was perfect. Because the time for the competition to end was nearing. You slipped inside his guard, knuckles driving into his solar plexus. Not hard enough to drop him, but enough to fold him forward with a wheeze. You were gone before he could grab you, circling just out of reach.

God, you loved yourself sometimes. Good quirk, and an even better user to amplify it.

But you’re not a god. You definitely have weaknesses. But you’re a strong girl and you know it.

‘You worked for this, now use it’ plays in your head every time you feel like slowing down.

You were gone again, in and out of the cove in just a few seconds.

His eyes darted wildly, scanning the shadows for any sign of you. But the area stood silent. Then, a soft clink above him. His head snapped up.

There you were, perched atop the highest ridge of the cove like some smug bird of prey. One leg dangled carelessly over the edge, and from it swung every single medal he’d stolen plus your own, all strung together in a gleaming, mocking cascade.

You flashed him an evil smirk. A little too proud of yourself.

For a second, he just gaped. Then his face purpled with rage. "You little-"

The timer above the arena pulsed red: 00:01. The horn blared, signaling the end.

His neck was bare. And you leapt off the rocks, landing with feet as light as a cat, and walked away with the medals in your hand. You caught his glare and then turned your head away. Smiling at the camera with a proud grin.

You looked sweet on camera now, unlike before. '

. . .

Bakugo watched you bask in your victory. A interested smirk playing on his face as he took all of you in. You’re stupidly pretty, and your amazing self left him taken away. He actually paid attention the entire hour, eyes solely watching your every move and win.

You caught his eye, the image of you now imbedded into his mind without his control.

He couldn't look away. He cant recall a time he's ever found someone this beautiful, not only appearance wise.

Your entire being was beauty to him.

He is going to know you, he promised to himself. Even if he has to pass his limits just to catch your attention.