sorry for being mia everyone, i haven't had much motivation to write until recently so enjoy this short & angsty drabble !!
katsuki bakugo and you had been sharing an apartment since the end of college since the both of you could help the other out with a few conditions. never did you think the room would ooze with ****** tension every time he'd be in it with you.
Few looks were exchanged as you slipped into the apartment. Katsuki poured some milk into a bowl of cereal before shoving a spoonful into his mouth. He noticed the way your dress strap had fallen off your shoulder, the fading of your lipstick.
“Late night, huh?” He combed through his ash-blond hair with his fingers, watching how you reacted to his little remark. He did it every time you came home late from a date.
You playfully rolled your eyes, glaring at him before throwing your heel at his head (which he skilfully dodged). “And so what? None of your business, dude.”
The word, dude, stung more than Katsuki anticipated, especially when you said it so easily as if you’d never even thought of him in any other way besides just a roommate. But he should know better than anyone that you just masked your true feelings; he knew you better than anyone.
You reached past his broad back, opening a cupboard to look for snacks. The tension in the air was thicker than it had ever been, making it slightly uncomfortable to be standing there under his scrutinising gaze.
His fingers slowly made their way up your arm, pushing the strap back to its original place, before trapping you against the counter with his arms, and his figure towering over you.
“Didn’t get the chance to talk today.” His breath fanned your face, your eyes glued to the ground, unable to muster the courage to look into his piercing eyes.
You and Katsuki always had this strange relationship where lines were crossed that usual roommates would never think to cross. Moments where you thought maybe you’d be more than just friends, but you’d go on another date, and he’d bring another girl round, feeling like you’re in two completely different worlds.
The words came out like a mere whisper, “What do you want, Kats?” Your breath hitched, locking eyes with his. You knew that nickname made him feel a certain way, especially when it came from you.
You had no intention of messing around anymore. The man you had been avoiding for an eternity but truly wanted was in front of you, and there was no other way you wanted tonight to go, definitely not after that failed date.
Yeah, you knew exactly what you were doing with messing up your hair before you got into the apartment, you wanted to see that fire in his eyes, the jealousy, the spark. You poured the gasoline, all he had to do was light the fire. Light the fuse.
“I want you.” Katsuki inched closer to your face, veins bulging out of his arms, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. The temperature in the room felt like it was starting to rise, and the hungry gazes exchanged between the two of you as he stared at your plump lips heightened the intensity.
Three knocks at the door- that’s all it took for you and Katsuki to be 6 feet apart instantly, jumping away from each other as if what you were doing was forbidden.
“I’ll… uh… get it.” You bit your lip anxiously, hoping you could continue what had begun after this intermission, unable to control the way your stomach was flipping.
Brunette hair, forest green eyes and a smile met you at your apartment door, but a pit formed in your stomach instead. You knew how this went.
“Is Bakugo here?” Her melodic voice interrupted the commotion that were your thoughts, a million things you imagined it would be, but nothing prepared you for this. Yet it wasn’t new to you, Katsuki brought girls to your apartment all the time. This time it hit you like a truck.
“Yep.” You shuffled aside, letting her come in, and you could feel his gaze on your back as you shoved your feelings aside, swallowed your pride, and hurried back into your room.
Guess you’d never get to know what’d happen next, and maybe you should never find out.
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warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con, real mean bakugo, older reader, dom bakugo sub reader, mentioned blackmailing, degrading, infidelity (cheating on all might???), accidental impregnation, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, creampie, copious amounts of cum, orgasm pussy make bakugo go brrrrr, overstimulation, and much more to cum…
+a/n: no, can we talk about it? this ‘baby fever’ that i have had in all my published and deleted fics? it needs to go. but hi, it’s me :3 i really hope u enjoy this fic because it took me so many redrafts to finally make it make me go “oh.” like that “oh.” so many people liked my kiri manga buddies fic that i was really nervous and anxious about whether i could write something as good as it again. but whether it makes you hot down there or not, it’s all good because i finally like it myself. 😩
++ “m-mine.”
⠀ 𖥻 SYNOPS𝗶S࣪
you were supposed to be a queen, sitting by the side of all might, the world’s greatest hero. he was such a good man with a kind smile and a reassuring voice that lifts the mood in any room.
but he had a sickly heart.
his famous build of muscle deflated as soon as you reached the confinement of your shared bedroom. you would stare with sympathetic eyes as he coughed up crimson blood, staining your white sheets.
you used to be sure nobody knew apart from the both of you. with no heir to the throne, your power and lives would be in grave danger if somebody found out. it was a secret for you both to take to his arriving grave.
but when the great kacchan arrived at your doorstep threatening to expose your husband’s illness, you did what you had to do as the queen.
because you would do anything to keep the secret.
𖥻 THE GREAT K𝗔CCH𝗔N
“fucking slut,” he groaned into your ear, arm reaching under your torn dress to slap your twitching clit. his slap was wet, so obscenely wet that you let out a shamed sob and pulled away from his warm body. his fat cock slowed to a stop and you whimpered, hanging your head low in embarrassment. his fingers slipped past your clit and felt around where his cock sat inside of you.
his chest rumbled with an evil chuckle as he brought his hand up to your view. you keened at your embarrassment coating his fingers. his hand was covered in your juices.
“p-please… i c-can’t…” you whimpered, feeling a dull ache where his cock sat still inside of your creaming cunt. bakugou tutted, reaching his hand around your torso and snaking it up to grope your breasts. “can’t what, my queen?”
bakugo pulled back and slammed his hips against yours, pressing his cockhead against your cervix. your body jerked with a cry. “you can’t tell your husband, your king, about how you’ve been a dirty little whore for his worst enemy?” he pumped into you slowly, but every thrust felt like the devil’s temptation— hot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you quivered in his arms. you didn’t want to admit it but you loved being his whore, even if it meant betraying your husband.
“you can’t tell him how you’ve been fucking me, princess?” his thick, calloused fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him. through your teary eyes, you still admired his raw beauty. his blonde hair spiked messily while his eyes were the prettiest shade of red. such a weirdly cute face, but psychotic mind.
“answer me, ___.”
“e-eat my fucking ass.”
𖥻 THE GREAT KaTSUK𝗶
fap, fap, fap~!
your scalp burned with the pull of bakugou’s grip on your hair, but you weren’t worried about it. all you could feel was the slap of his balls against your clit as his cock slammed into your creaming pussy over and over again. “o-oh my god—!” he slapped you, slamming into you and pausing to feel your walls pulsate around him. his fingers grasped your chin and forced you to look at him. “what’s my name?”
you couldn’t focus when the tip of his fat cock was kissing your cervix, wetting it with his precum. your ass was naked and flush against his trimmed happy trail for anyone around to see. “k-kacchan~” your pussy squeezed against his cock, milking him. you moaned and jutted your hips back, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth. “m-my king… please fuck me!”
you just wanted more.
“anything for the queen,” bakugou purred and planted a sloppy kiss onto your lips. his tongue swirled around your own as he pummelled into your sopping cunt, wrecking your body for anybody else. with his hand working your clit and his thick cock rutting into you, you didn’t know if you were still breathing. your ears were stuffed with the sound of his firm balls slapping against your juices, the wet squelches of his cock fucking into your pussy and the whimpers you moaned into his mouth.
heat bubbled up in your stomach and your eyes rolled to the back of your head— you were seeing stars.
“you gonna cum for me, princess? hm?”
you nodded, fingers bunching up the material on your dress. your breath became shallow and your chest heaved, leaving your nipples to harden in the cold air. you huffed ‘n’ puffed as your eyes closed. you focused on the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and the way his precum filled you up so much that it dribbled all the way down to your clit. you felt the pressure build inside your cunt, and you called out his name.
“katsuki!”
hearing his real name flow so effortlessly out of your mouth and into the fresh air triggered something inside of bakugo. his eye twitched and his hand dropped from your chin, gripping onto your ass instead. he shivered and almost collapsed onto you, using one hand to keep him steady against the tree. he shuddered, unable to stop the sudden churn in his full balls, and finally, he came.
“n-no…” you keened, eyes wide with fear plastered all over your face. it was like a rocket, the way his cum splashed around inside of you. his hot seed sloshed inside of you, ready to impregnate, and painted your battered cervix a creamy white. he kept pumping into you, emptying all his trembling balls had for you, and sent you into another orgasm. your body lit on fire as you squirted around his cock, twitching in his grip. the feeling of you cumming so hard on his cock as he fucked his cum up into you removed all sense from his mind and he flew into madness.
you cried out, feeling your cold nipples scrape across the bark of the tree. “k-katsuki, s-slow—!” bakugo licked across the side of your face, fucking into you with even more energy. “m-mine.” he gripped your waist and slammed the entirety of his cock into you, slipping past your cervix and cumming for the second time.
imagine bakugo having a crush on you since forever ; since you were little kids, bakugo would always go out of his way to talk to you, show off in front of you and even tease you -not in the childish-"I hate you!"-hitting-you-way, just coming up with jokes where you were the protagonist. even after he got his quirk, he never stopped being intimidated in front of you ; he might have been feeling superior to anyone else, but not you, you were the only one bakugo felt like he still had to impress.
it's funny, 'cause you never noticed any of that. even in middle school, you never noticed how he took longer to pack up his things just so he can leave school at the same time as you ; or how he sometimes took the longer route home just so he could walk with you, blaming yOU for following him, when he just wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. and you couldn't have known that he only played those silly little middle schoolers gamers, like "spin the bottle", only if you were at the party and about to play as well. in fact, he only begun playing just so the bottle lands pointing the two of you, but that never seemed to happen and he always found excuses to give up and get hung up on something so he can leave the game. in reality he didn't want to kiss anyone but you and even if you didn't know it, he would feel guilty if he kissed anyone else.
but even if bakugo hid it so well for all these years, the summer you both turned 18, he felt like he was confident enough to finally act on it. school was over and he didn't know if he'd continue to see you everyday, just like he always had. so, once more, he took the longer route home ; but you had already left a few minutes prior to him, so he had to catch up to you, take the same bus home, at least.
bakugo ran to catch the bus, and thankfully for him, he was fast. he got into the bus just in time and scanned the room only to find you sitting by the window. just the sight of you, and the thought of what he was planning on doing, made him blush to his ears feeling hot. without hesitation, he went up to you and sat beside you without asking. you're surprised for a second, since you didn't see him taking the same route home as you, but you greet him. he sits but doesn't talk ; on the inside his mind is racing, replaying the things he'd want to say again and again, making him more and more nervous, his palms seriously sweating. he's decided ; he's going to do it, right there, on the bus, where you least expect it. he turns to you, determined ; but when you make eye contact, his heart stops, you just smile, having no clue that he's never seen anything as beautiful as you, as interesting and smart as no one ever could. bakugo gulps and his lips part, but he can't mouth a word. and your stop is coming soon. he mumbles out your name softly and you're taken aback ; he almost never calls you by your name ; you're just an "extra" like everyone else in bakugo's life. "bakugo?" you question. "I like you", he simply says and stares at your lips, unable to look you in the eyes. he watches as your pink lips part in surprise and awe, speechless. his heart drops, he's very confident but he can never deal with failure well- "bakugo..!", you call, then, and he loses his breath. your voice cracks as you turn redder than a tomato and whisper "I like you too".
and you sit there for the next few moments, unable to say anything, while bakugo tries to realize what had just happened. he reaches for your hand and simply traces his fingers on it, before finally intertwining them with his own. he can't force down a smile and looks at you, confident now, that he's got the chance to make you happy, to make you smile, just like you're smiling back at him at that moment: awkwardly, happily, amused as you could get, realizing your crush all these years wasn't one-sided!
you had been tiptoeing around katsuki bakugo since last week, unable to look him in the eye properly, too embarrassed. what you didn't realise was that he continuously tried to get you in the same room as him, but you refused, until he couldn't take it anymore.
Ever since, there was an unusual awkwardness in the air between you and Bakugo. As if it felt weird to even look each other in the eye, not because of fear, but more so the fact that you could still picture the moment vividly and remember how stupid you felt for thinking you could be more than just roommates.
The reality was that Katsuki had forgotten all about the brunette he had invited over, that text had been sent unintentionally. He was sulking with jealousy in his room when he said, “Fuck it. She can go on a date, I can invite someone over.”
What he wasn't ready for was for you to come home early and see you in that state, still picturing in his mind your messed-up lipstick. He could've told her to go home when she showed up, but Katsuki was not one to bruise his ego by embarrassing himself when he was the one to invite her.
And that was exactly what got you, maintaining his ego or finally admitting that you had feelings for each other, and he chose his ego over you.
There you were, nibbling at the skin around your thumb, desperately searching for the answer to your problem. Katsuki Bakugo was your problem. That problem was in the kitchen, grabbing a snack, whilst you couldn't imagine being in the same room as him.
The impulsive thoughts took over when you swiped on another guy earlier that day, wanting to do something to keep your mind off the blond whom you lived with. However, standing outside the door, you realised how awkward it would be to walk back into the house.
Bakugo, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to corner you and carry on where you finished off last week, but you were giving him no chance to do that. He decided to take matters into his own hands.
Once he heard the heels fall onto the floor and the keys hit the table, he knew it was his last chance before you fully rejected the thought of being near him. You took slow steps to the sink, sluggishly, pouring yourself a glass of water, unaware of the figure behind you.
It was like the last time, caged in between him and the kitchen counter, except this time your heart was pounding, and the noise rang in your ears.
“You're not going anywhere. Not tonight.” His intense gaze, locked onto yours, made all the hairs on your body stand up. It wasn't like you to be so ruffled by Bakugo, but here you were, you'd been avoiding him since you saw his antics and wanted nothing more with him in the romantic sense.
“Maybe I am, maybe I should call up the guy who I saw tonight.” You rolled your eyes at him, arms crossed over your chest. Obviously, you weren't going anywhere. Still, you couldn't stand his cockiness, especially him instantly expecting you to listen to his every word when he embarrassed you like that.
His expression morphed into the scowl you knew all too well, deep wrinkles on his forehead as he now glared at you. “What type of bullshit is that?” He spat, annoyed that you would even say something like that, ironic, really.
Letting out a scoff, “You wanna know something that's bullshit? Whatever the fuck you pulled last week.” You felt your eye twitch as you unknowingly spoke louder after each word. “Yeah. That. That was bullshit.”
Bakugo couldn't handle it, not the way you glared at him or the fact that it was with glassy eyes and a look of pure betrayal. He also couldn't let himself admit that what he did was an asshole move, he would do that to anyone else, but he didn't want it to be like that with you.
“I know.” He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration before looking back at you. “I'm sorry.” The words came out like it was hurting him to even say them.
This was one of the very few times you heard those words leave his mouth, so when he apologised, you knew he felt like he fucked up, which he had.
“I don't know what you want me to say, Bakugo.” You wandered to the other side of the room, ready to finish the conversation. He had to do a lot more than just say he's sorry, no matter how uncommon it was for him to say it.
“Night.” Opening the door, and just as you were going to get in, Bakugo grabbed the handle, pressing you up against the closed door. His lips were a few centimetres away from yours.
“Don't… Fuck. I fucked up, okay?” He let out a sigh, a pained expression on his face. “I want you. There's nothing else for me to say.”
“You said that last time, how am I meant to believe you?” This time it felt too real, too good to be true. You didn't want to be made a fool again, especially not by him. It was awkward enough since you had to live with him, and now he was inches away from your face.
“I. Want. You.” He rasped, his eyes had a hint of hunger as they flicked to your lips. Bakugo managed to weave his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head.
His blinks slowed before he leaned in, mouth moving on top of yours. Your lips moved without a second thought, slipping your tongue into his mouth.
Bakugo wasted no time in gripping your waist and getting the door of your bedroom open, pushing you inside. Then closing the door once again.
it's weird writing you this, but I don't think there's things I could tell you just face to face... I know sometimes, I come off as angry or annoyed, and I may tease you a bit much sometimes, but it isn't because I want to hurt you. I'd never want to hurt you in my life. I just want you to know that I am going to try my best -and I've said this many times but not in the same context, or I guess, not that intimately. It feels so embarrassing, not being able to find the words to say out loud, but I think you might appreciate this letter, since it took time for me to write it and I'm pouring all my heart in this.
I get angry and I get mad sometimes, to everyone but you. And I have no idea how and what you've done to me, but I feel calm when I'm around you. And I want to at least hear your voice all the time. I wanna see you every day. Even when Kirishima says that I am in love and I don't admit it. Even when Mina is annoying as hell and asks me all those questions about you and what I feel about you. Fuck.
It isn't just that. I don't think I even feel like you're real. Sometimes, when I hold your hand, I feel like I would kill anyone who dare make you unhappy, so I'm going to try my best not to be that person.
When I hold your hand, how small it is and how it fits perfectly in my own hand. The first time I held it, I got so nervous, but I am not sure if you'd notice. I told you I sweat very easily because of my quirk, but the truth is, I was so intimidated by your touch. But I felt I never want to let it go, ever.
So, that's what I'm writing you for; I don't know what it'd take for you to realize it, but I love you. I am in love with you Y/N and I could never imagine spending my free time with anyone else. I want to protect you from anything bad and ugly in this world, just so you can always be safe and happy. I want to give you everything, and I promise I will try my best to always be there for you and make you feel loved and appreciated.
I am not good with words, but I tried. Fuck, you made me very soft. But it's okay. You're the main character in my life.
Love, Katsuki
p.s. This is super confidential and no one has to know about this letter, please keep it to yourself.
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imagine 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜 treating you after a long day at work
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imagine bakugo treating you after you come home late and tired from school or work ; he greets you by the door, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead and softly embraces you into a hug, caressing the back of your head ; he feels very warm and his embrace makes you feel relaxed after hours of working and being stressed ; he doesn't say anything, but urges you to just sit and relax in the couch while he disappears into the kitchen - he leaves you wanting more cuddles, but you blush at the thought that he's going in for a reason, he must've prepared something for you, and you were right! moments later he comes back with a tray: he's prepared your favourite hot ramen and has bought your favourite hot drink. he comes back with a smaller bowl of ramen for himself, says he wasn't that hungry but it was leftover, and you know, in reality he doesn't want you to eat by yourself ; you smile and thank him before you start devouring your meal. bakugo has prepared so much ramen for you and if it starts to get cold you hand your bowl to him so he can heat it up with his small explosions, what a keeper, truly. after you finish your meal you feel so full, yet so content and sleepy ; you suggest you cuddle and watch some anime or a movie, something chill where you can appreciate each others' arms. bakugo already has the anime picked 'cause he planned on starting a new one that he thought you'd like. he helps you get changed off your clothes and into cozy pajamas and cozies up beside you, on the couch. every once in a while as you're watching the episodes, he plants soft kisses on your head or stops the video to give you long and unexpected kisses, and you know he's actually thinking about more than cuddling with you, at that moment, but he knows you're tired and doesn't act on it. you wonder how you were lucky enough to end up with such a soft person that looks nothing like that, how you ended up loving someone that's exactly what you deserve ; and you doze off in his arms
