because i'm evil, pro hero! katsuki avoiding you after giving you backshots just because the poor baby had feelings for you :((
it’s been days. days since you last spoke. days since that night.
since he touched you like you were the only fucking thing that mattered and then, like cowards, you both just... disappeared.
you hadn’t spoken. you hadn’t really spoken. not in a way that mattered. all the little things—the bickering, the late-night conversations, the stupid arguments—it had stopped.
you’d become ghosts to each other.
so now, here you are, marching straight into the locker room after hours, footsteps echoing off the walls, heat rising to your face and fists clenched tight.
simply because, you couldn't take it anymore.
because despite the quiet, despite the harsh avoidance, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside you was always tugging you back toward him.
even now, when you were furious, when the bitterness burned through your chest like a furnace, you couldn’t resist the pull of him.
katsuki's sitting on the bench, half-dressed, toweling off his sweat, when he hears your boots stomp in. his eyes narrow as they meet yours in the mirror.
“oh, look who decided to show up,” he drawls, voice low and sharp, like he was expecting this. “finally ready to grow a pair?”
you scoff. loudly. “you ignored me first, jackass.”
“no. i fucked you first. then you ran.”
your mouth drops open, heart lurching in your chest. “you—are insufferable!”
you march right up to him, getting in his face. “you really think that’s what this is about? that i’m mad about the sex?”
he smirks. “well, i did blow your back out, so i figured you’d need a few recovery days.”
you slap his towel off his shoulder, fury boiling over. “you fucking coward!”
“you knew exactly what you were doing,” you hiss, jabbing a finger into his chest. “you touch me like you mean it, kiss me like it matters, and then pretend like nothing happened. like it wasn’t real. just sex, right? just scratching an itch?”
“i didn’t pretend shit,” he snaps back, standing up so the two of you are chest to chest. “you’re the one ignoring me like i was some fuckin’ mistake!”
“you are! one i can’t stop thinking about!”
the two of you are breathing hard, voices sharp and heated, until something catches your eye.
you glance down. ...and freeze.
your words get caught in your throat when you notice it—very, very obvious through the thin fabric of his sweats.
“...are you kidding me right now?” you whisper, stunned. “you’ve got a boner—in the middle of us yelling at each other?”
katsuki groans and runs a hand through his hair, frustration tugging at every muscle in his body. “you-you think i like this? you think i like being hard whenever you so much as look at me?”
you take a step back, face flushed. his eyes are burning into you now, voice rough but lower.
“i’ve been like this for days,” he grits out. “couldn’t train right. couldn’t sleep. couldn’t even jerk off without thinking about you—your face, your voice, that smart-ass mouth...”
you blink, stunned into silence.
“and it’s not just about the sex, alright?” he mutters, quieter now. “i keep thinkin’ about you after. the way you looked at me when i kissed you. the way you said my name. the way you held onto me. like you wanted more.”
you swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly dry.
“i didn’t know what to do with that,” he says, almost hoarse. “didn’t know what it meant. scared i’d fuck it up if i said something, so... i said nothing. and that was worse.”
the silence between you stretches. you’re staring at him, your heart pounding. you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. so instead, you just do the only thing that feels right.
you step forward and kiss him. hard. hot. angry. desperate.
and when he kisses you back—hands tangled in your hair, mouth slanting over yours like he’s starving—it’s not just lust anymore. it’s a confession. it’s an apology.
it’s everything you were both too fucking stubborn to say.
when you finally pull back, breathing hard, you look up at him and mutter, “you’re still a coward.”
he chuckles, resting his forehead against yours. “yeah? deal with it.”
you sigh, cheeks burning. “only if you fuck me stupid in the shower.”
his grin is wicked. “oh, you’re gonna regret sayin’ that.”
you tried to deflect with your usual sarcasm, a smart remark perched on your tongue—but it didn’t make it past your lips when he looked at you like that.
like he meant it. like you weren’t just a fight and a fuck to him.
he pulled you into the private bathroom of his office at the agency—some high-end, sleek place with dark marble walls, chrome fixtures, and a rainfall showerhead that must’ve cost more than your rent.
the moment the warm spray hit your skin, the heat from earlier didn’t dissipate. it deepened.
steam curled between you, trailing along your neck, between your breasts, down the bruises he left on your hips.
you turned away, hiding your face beneath the water. embarrassed. overwhelmed. because you weren’t supposed to feel like this, and pretend it mattered.
but he followed you in, body pressing up behind you, arms bracketing your hips with surprising gentleness.
“…you okay?” katsuki murmured, his voice low and husky but softer than before. no teasing, no cocky smirk. just that raspy, raw tone of someone who wasn’t used to asking.
you nodded quickly, too quick, like a liar. “i’m fine.”
you didn’t have a response to that. not one that made you sound strong. so instead, you gripped the tile, your body still humming from him, from the kiss, from everything.
he kissed your shoulder. then the side of your neck. his hands didn’t grab—they rested on your waist, rubbing soft circles into your skin like he was memorizing you. every slow pass of his thumbs up your ribs made your breath catch.
“you always run your fuckin’ mouth,” he muttered, lips against your damp skin. “…but you’re real quiet now.”
you felt his cock rock-hard against the small of your back, thick and hot, pressed to you through the water.
“this is different,” you whispered. it wasn’t supposed to be this slow. this… intimate.
he pulled your hair back from your face, gentle fingers smoothing it behind your ear, the same hand trailing down over your collarbone, cupping your tits like he needed to feel the weight of it in his palm.
his thumb circled your nipple slowly—so slowly it had your knees wobbling. then he twisted it, just enough to make you gasp and lean into him, your back to his chest.
“let me take my time with you,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “don't treat me like i’m some kinda mistake.”
“you are,” you breathed, trying to hold onto the fire in your chest, even as it softened under the drag of his hands down your belly.
his fingers dipped between your thighs, parting your slick folds under the warm water. he groaned when he felt how wet you already were.
your breath hitched. “you gonna tease me now?”
he kissed your cheek, smirking against your skin. “nah. just wanna make you cum with my fingers first.”
and he did. oh, fuck, did he.
he sank two thick fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling them just right, his other hand palming your tit, lips dragging down your neck between sweet praises and filth.
“god, you’re tight… fuck—grippin’ my fingers like this, princess? you wanna milk my cock again, don’t you?”
you whimpered, your forehead pressed to the tile as your legs threatened to give out. his fingers thrust steadily inside you, a little faster, a little deeper, until your thighs trembled and your orgasm of the night crept up quick and sharp, exploding through you like wildfire.
you came with a strangled gasp, collapsing back against him. he held you up, letting you ride it out, brushing your hair back and kissing your temple.
he didn’t even ask for anything in return. but when you turned to face him, your hand sliding down his abs, eyes soft and nervous and needier than you wanted to admit, he let out a shaky breath like you were the one taking him apart now.
“…want me to take care of you too?” you asked, voice quiet.
katsuki stared at you. then kissed you again. slower this time. softer. it knocked the air out of your chest. and even though your body was still trembling, you wanted to give him something in return. something that said you felt it too, even if you weren’t brave enough to say the words.
you kissed down his jaw, his throat, lingering on the spot just under his ear where you felt him shiver. then lower.
he let you push him gently back against the tile, water streaming down the hard lines of his chest and abs, that cock of his already flushed and twitching with need.
“fuck, you don’t have to—”
“i want to,” you cut him off softly, meeting his gaze as you sank to your knees, the shower floor warm beneath you. the look on his face—half disbelief, half pure, wrecked hunger—sent a bolt of heat through your stomach.
you started slow, like he did with you.
fingers curling around the base of his cock, you dragged your tongue from root to tip, tasting the water, the salt of his skin. he hissed through his teeth, one hand flying to your wet hair, fingers tightening, not to control you—but to ground himself.
you licked again, swirling your tongue around the head, teasing the slit. his thighs tensed.
“shit… that mouth,” he groaned, his head hitting the tile behind him with a dull thud. “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
you smiled, smug now, and took him into your mouth slowly—inch by inch, stretching your lips around the thick, heavy weight of him. his breath stuttered above you, hips twitching, but he didn’t thrust. he let you take your time.
you hollowed your cheeks, letting your tongue press along the underside, dragging back with a soft slurp that had him groaning your name.
“god—you’re… you’re too fuckin’ good at this.”
the praise made you moan around him, and that vibration nearly broke him. his fingers gripped tighter in your hair as you bobbed your head, slow and deep, letting your throat relax as he slid further in.
when you gagged slightly, he cursed and tried to pull back.
but you held him there, hands on his thighs, eyes locked on his as you swallowed him down again, slower this time, more controlled, until your nose brushed his skin and he choked on a groan so wrecked it made you ache.
“you’re—shit, you’re makin’ a fuckin’ mess, sweetheart.”
he wasn’t wrong. your spit mixed with precum and the water, dripping down your chin, pooling at your knees. but you didn’t care. not when he was looking at you like that, mouth slack, chest heaving, completely undone.
you pulled back with a pop, stroking him with your hand as you caught your breath, tongue flicking over the tip just to hear him curse again.
“you close?” you asked, voice sweet, lips swollen.
his jaw clenched, eyes dark and desperate. “y-yeah. but i wanna—shit—i wanna cum inside you. please.”
and just like that, you were rising to your feet, mouth brushing his as you whispered, “then fuck me again, katsuki. right here.”
your breath caught when his arms wrapped around your thighs and he lifted you like it was nothing—like you weighed nothing to him. one second you were kissing him, wet and needy and pressed to his chest, and the next your back hit the slick shower wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his broad hands locking under your ass.
“you—oh my god—how are you so strong?” you gasped, blinking at him through the mist and steam, your heart hammering so hard it echoed in your ears.
he smirked, water dripping from his hair, running down his sharp cheekbones. “tch. i’m a pro fuckin’ hero, baby. lifting you is the easiest thing i’ve ever done.”
and fuck, that cocky glint in his eye paired with the way he adjusted his grip on you—rough, protective, possessive—it made your stomach flip and your cunt clench around nothing.
“but—i’m—this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his neck, suddenly overwhelmed by the intimacy of it. you were flushed everywhere. cheeks, chest, even your ears were burning. “you’re making it hard to keep pretending i hate you.”
he chuckled low in his throat, tilting his head so his lips brushed your temple. “think we're way past that, sweetheart.”
and with that, he shifted his hips and slid inside you in one smooth, maddening thrust—deep, slow, thick enough to make your mouth fall open in a silent cry. your legs trembled around his waist, your arms flung tight around his neck, trying to stay upright even though he was already holding all of you.
“fuck,” he groaned, voice strained. “you feel so good.”
the stretch, the angle, the sheer depth of him like this—it was too much and not enough, and all you could do was hold on. moaning brokenly into his shoulder as he rocked into you, strong hands gripping you like you were something precious.
“you always act so tough,” he murmured against your jaw, hips snapping harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tile. “but look at you now. wrapped around me. so fuckin’ sweet.”
“sh-shut up,” you whined, but it had no heat. your voice cracked with every thrust, and you could barely keep your head up, overwhelmed by the way he filled you, the way he held you.
you bit his shoulder. he kept fucking you like you were his favorite sin.
he grinned, that cocky little smirk barely hiding how wrecked he looked too, water running down his temple and jaw. “did i ever tell you.. how i’ve been fantasizin’ about fuckin’ you like this... since the first time you called me a dickhead?"
your heart pounded, chest tight with flustered disbelief. “you’re so—god, you're so rude.”
“yeah?” he said, grinning against your neck. “still let me pick you up though. wrap those thighs tighter around me, sweetheart. let me feel how much you want it.”
you whined. you actually whined, heat flooding your face as your thighs clenched harder around his hips.
you were barely holding on—your nails dug into his back, legs trembling around his waist as he fucked you into the wall like he owned you. each deep, hungry thrust had your head spinning, the water pouring over you both doing nothing to cool the heat blistering through your body.
he was grunting low in your ear, panting against your neck, his arms tightening under you with every bounce of your hips on his cock.
“katsuki—” you gasped, the name tumbling out desperate and ruined.
“fuck, baby,” he growled, forehead pressed against yours. “you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight—gonna make me lose it.”
your entire body was strung taut with want, soaked in heat and steam and the friction of him pounding into you like he couldn’t get deep enough. your mind was blank, blissed out on the way he stretched you, hit every single spot just right—and then some. you were breathless, trembling, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how good it felt, how full you were.
“inside,” you whimpered, eyes wide and shining. “katsuki—please, i want it inside.”
he stilled for half a second, eyes dark and blown wide as his jaw flexed. “you know what you’re askin’ me for, baby?”
“yes,” you breathed, pressing your forehead against his, kissing the corner of his mouth. “i want it. want you to fill me up. like you promised.”
his groan broke into something feral, primal, possessive—his hips snapping forward with even more force now, like he had something to prove.
“you’re gonna fuckin’ take it then,” he growled, his grip bruising now as he chased his high. “gonna fuckin’ breed you."
“katsuki, please—cum inside me,” you cried, legs tightening around his waist, your whole body clinging to him. “i need it. i need you.”
that was it. the growl he let out was deep and broken as he buried himself to the hilt and let go, warmth spilling inside you as he groaned your name like a curse and a prayer. his hips jerked through it, milking every last drop, and you swore you felt it—every pulse, every throb, every ounce of him claiming you from the inside out.
and even as you trembled in his arms, breathless and dazed, he didn’t let go. didn’t pull out. just held you there, lips brushing your temple.
your back hit the cool tile as he finally, finally set you down, though your legs still felt like jelly. you leaned against the shower wall, blinking up at him with glassy, dazed eyes, the water still cascading down both your bodies in lazy rivulets.
and then you saw the way he was looking at you.
katsuki’s gaze dropped between your thighs, where his cum was slowly starting to leak out of your swollen, sensitive pussy. he watched, utterly transfixed, like he’d never seen anything so perfect. his tongue darted across his bottom lip, chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths.
“shit,” he muttered, almost reverent. “look at that.”
“don’t look,” you mumbled, trying to press your thighs together, shy despite everything. “you’re making it weird.”
“the fuck i am,” he said, stepping closer again, voice low and smug. “that’s me, baby. all of it.”
his fingers grazed your inner thigh, pushing your leg aside so he could see more clearly. the way his eyes darkened sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.
“you’re fuckin’ drippin' for me,” he murmured, almost to himself. “could watch this shit all day. you takin’ me so deep—beggin’ for it—and now look at you.”
“katsuki,” you said, voice small, your face burning now.
he leaned in, his mouth brushing your ear. “you got no idea what this does to me. how good you look with my cum leaking outta that pretty pussy.”
you whimpered, fingers gripping his arms to steady yourself, flustered beyond belief. you tried to hide your face against his neck, but he caught your chin, tilting your head back so he could see just how red your cheeks had gotten.
“aww,” he teased, grinning now. “you shy now? after you begged me to cum inside like a fuckin’ good girl?”
“katsuki,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.
the teasing faded as soon as he saw your shiver. maybe it was the water cooling down, or maybe it was the aftershocks making your body tremble, but either way, katsuki's expression shifted. the heat in his eyes softened—still intense, but now threaded with something gentler.
“hey,” he said, brushing a hand over your soaked hair. “c’mere.”
you let him pull you close again, resting your head against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat grounding you. his arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand smoothing down your back as the water pattered around you both.
“you okay?” he asked, dipping his chin to meet your eyes.
you nodded, a little dazed, a little overwhelmed. “yeah. just… floaty.”
“mhm,” he leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “stay here. let me take care of you.”
you blinked, looking up at him. “you’re gonna…?”
“yeah, dummy,” he muttered, though his thumb was gentle as it traced the curve of your jaw. “i made a mess. least i can do is clean you up.”
he reached for the body wash, pouring a little into his palm before lathering it gently between his hands. then he started with your shoulders, massaging in slow, careful circles. down your arms, your back, and over your hips, like he was memorizing every inch of you again—except this time it wasn’t about lust. it was soft, reverent.
“i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he asked quietly, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
you shook your head, voice barely above a whisper. “no. i liked it. a lot.”
a low sound rumbled in his chest, but it wasn’t cocky this time. it was something closer to relief. pride. love.
“good girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he lifted your arm to wash underneath it. “you tell me if anything ever does hurt, yeah? i don’t care how hot you think it is, i need to know.”
“i will,” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed as he rinsed you off, careful not to let the suds drip into your eyes.
katsuki crouched to wash your legs next, his hands warm and firm as they moved over your calves. when he reached the inside of your thighs, he hesitated—then looked up at you.
you nodded, cheeks still warm.
his touch there was gentle, as if washing away what was left of him inside you was a sacred task. when he was done, he stood and pulled you into his chest again, arms wrapped tight around your waist.
“we should do this more often,” you mumbled sleepily.
“the fuckin’ in my office part or the shower part?” he asked with a grin.
he chuckled low. “yeah, baby. me too.”
and then he just held you there, under the steady stream of water, hands slow and soothing as they traced lazy paths up and down your back. like he could wash away the world if you asked him to.
by the time he stood again and wrapped you in a towel, you felt like your bones had turned to honey. he dried you off with the same quiet focus, then pressed another kiss to your temple.
“let’s get you home,” he said, voice gruff but warm. and he carried you out of the shower like you were the most precious thing in the world.
he helped you into his car, his hand warm and firm against the small of your back as he guided you gently into the passenger seat.
you were still wrapped in his agency hoodie, legs bare beneath it, your damp hair tucked behind your ears. he didn’t say much on the drive—just kept his hand resting on your thigh, thumb tracing small circles, eyes flicking to you every so often like he couldn’t believe you were real.
you were sleepy, soft, and still buzzing from the high and the aftercare.you were already turning to say goodbye, your voice still soft from the come-down of everything, when he cleared his throat.
you looked up. he was rubbing the back of his neck, eyes suddenly everywhere but your face. for once, bakugo katsuki looked awkward. bashful, even.
“i’ll let you rest,” he muttered, lingering in the doorway like he didn’t wanna leave. "you need anything, you call me. don’t care if it’s three in the morning.”
you looked up at him, still flushed, still wearing that stupid little dreamy smile he’d put on your face.
his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. he looked like he wanted to say yes. but instead, he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “nah. i want you to sleep."
he looked up at you, brows furrowing slightly like he was second-guessing whatever he was about to say. but then he exhaled through his nose, almost like a sigh.
your heart skipped. “huh?”
he scratched at the back of his neck, still trying to play it cool. “a real date. dinner. a movie—shit, nevermind, movies are stupid. a walk in the damn park. somethin’ that doesn’t involve us stripping in my agency’s damn shower.”
you blinked, then snorted. “we’re doing this backwards, y’know.”
“we already slept together and saw each other naked in broad daylight, and now you’re asking me out?”
he gave you that grumpy little scowl—eyes glinting, jaw tight. “yeah, well, guess i figured i’d get the scary shit outta the way first.”
you grinned, stepping forward until your fingers hooked in the hem of his shirt. “bold strategy.”
his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up. “so that a yes?”
you leaned in, kissed his cheek—soft and slow. “yeah. it’s a yes.”
for the first time in the past twenty-four hours, he didn’t have a smart-ass comment ready.
just a bashful smile with red ears, and the promise to pick you up friday at 7.
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‧₊˚✧[ part one ! ]
⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ AHHHH i must confess i honestly hate doing part twos because im scared they'll never live up to the first one😭 im so happy i get more time to write now omgomg, i FINALLY might be able to clear my bazillion drafts teehee 😝 hope you guys enjoyeddd💗💗
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