sub!katsuki
━ ⟢ (18+) characters aged up ! pro hero au / established relationship (marriage mentioned), overstim, 'mommy' & 'ma' used, intercourse (p in v), part 1: here
your poor husband had been bedbound for hours, his deep crimson eyes sparkling with the tears that flooded his lash line. katsuki's usual insolent language had been replaced by pathetic whines, each mewl slowly pouring from his lips like raw honey.
you've made him cum— well you actually lost track of how many times the beefy hero has orgasmed in front of you. the first few times you worked him with your fist, a mix of spit and pre creating sweet schlick sounds that vibrated against his leaky cock.
changing positions had him now laying on his back, bulky legs spread so you can continue playing with his sensitive dick. bakugo's thighs and abs were sticky in his release, t-shirt soaked and discarded as his messy shaft was overworked with everything you put him through.
after making the toned man's face flush a bright rose to match the shade of his corpulent tip, you decided it was time you received some much needed attention.
you swiftly bend down to place a delicate kiss to the head of his thick length making the muscular hero shudder as your tongue peeked out to lick his slit— remnants of his salty climax infiltrating your taste buds.
the blond struggles to speak when you start to stroke his cock back to life again, coarse vocal cords grunting out remnants of typically assertive words.
"s'too much" he groans out, scarlet eyes snapping shut with the overstimulating contact. "too much—please"
ignoring his uncharacteristic pleas you continue to stroke his pretty, overworked shaft. when his chub builds up again you raise your hips over his, welcoming his bullied tip to your gummy entrance.
"i helped you feel so good baby, don't you want to help mommy feel good?"
the man unwittingly ruts his hips up hearing your voice— that name, his calloused hands magnetizing to the dough of your thighs.
your husband nodded his head along with your words, absentmindedly asking you to use him for your own pleasure. his abused cock was practically shooting blanks.
"c'mon dynamight, use your words"
hearing his hero name flow from your plush lips like a siren song turned the poor man's brain into mush.
"wan' you to feel good— use me ma"
katsuki slurs out, his mind too far intoxicated with all the pleasure.
without giving the brash man a second to breathe you drop down on his dick, fully encapsulating his length from tip to base.
the overstimulated pro rolls his eyes back at the sensation, his mouth falling agape with how tightly you sucked him into your warm embrace.
"fuckin—hah"
katsuki bit into his lip hard, muffling the unrestrained moans that spilled from his sore throat. the belligerent man couldn't muster up any confidence if he tried, let alone his usual impudent bravado.
his scarred palms dig into your hips for stability as you slowly start to ride him, building up a repetitive pace against his slack body. bakugo's physique rebelled him, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth as uncontrollable whines scarcely stifled from his weary vocal cords.
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Very short and quickly written thought i had when i saw the "guess who i found on tinder" trend on TikTok :))
"oh my god katsuki, guess who i just found on tinder.."
"who?" Katsuki asked, turning to face you momentarily as he quickly focused back on his paperwork.
"IZUKU."
That must've been the most hilarious thing you ever worded out in your entire relationship, because katsuki snorted, holding back a storm of laughter to respond.
"that damn nerd can't even look a girl in the eyes, he's wasting his useless time on ti-"
And that's when it hit him.
He paused, looking at his paperwork as his mind went blank.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ON TINDER?!"
He stormed over as you giggled, turning your phone for him to see that tinder was in fact, not on your phone.
"it's a prank baby."
".. don't fuckin' do that shit again woman." He kissed your cheek, going back to his work with a grumble.
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. isn't stupid. Far from it, actually. He knows exactly what you're doing.
“I like blonde guys.” "Scars aren't a bad thing! I think they make people super hot!" "He's got a nice pair of arms on him, that's for sure."
But it keeps his head big. Keeps his hero ego as big as it is, if not bigger. So the pro hero pretends not to hear it. But he does. Every word, every giggle, and all the fawning between you and your coworkers right outside his office.
"And I love his wings~"
And when you say shit like that, Bakugou knows that you're not stupid either.
He whips around, and you're already staring at him. You're grinning. Letting him know that he stumbled (or did he just walk?) right into your trap. He stomps right up to your desk and drops a heavy hand on the surface. You don't even flinch. You just blink up innocently at him.
"Last time I checked," he grumbles, "I don't have any damn wings."
"Of course you don't." You reply, way too sweet, "I was talking about Hawks."
His jaw clicks. "Stop talking about Hawks and--"
You lean forward and bat your lashes. And if you calling him out didn't do him in, that did. "Talk about you instead?"
˚.💌༘⋆ : y/n, a young woman in search for a job, is hired as a secretary by pro-hero dynamight. however, things take a turn when their professional relationship turns into an inappropriate one. wc:2.7k | art - kongpp003 | ♬⋆.˚ i'm your man by leonard cohen
tropes: boss x secretary, dom katsuki (?), reader is freaked out sorry guys this is SO self-indulgent. spitting in mouth, bending over the table,0ral (f receiving), 0verst!mulat!0n, sp@nk!ng, restrain (hands and mouth), f!nger!ng, ch0k!ng. i don't own any characters, songs, or movies mentioned. this is simply for fun. lol.
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you initially joined dynamight’s agency as a means to get money, you were desperately seeking any position. heck, you’d even agree to clean the already polished windows if it means some form of incentive.
crashing economy always leads to the most crude routes to gain employment.
so, when you saw a sign outside his agency in bold red writing saying ‘secretary wanted’ you were sure you struck gold.
you stare at yourself in the mirror, after an hour of preening yourself to show up for this interview, you’re finally satisfied with what’s reflecting back to you. you run your palms down your waist, letting out a deep breath, and gathering your things before heading out. the entire commute there, your mind is filled with all forms of prospective questions that could be asked by whoever is interviewing you.
unintentionally, your mind wonders off to thinking about dynamight. his actual name is katsuki bakugou. how beddable, even his name is tempting.
if you were still deep in your juvenescence you would 100% have photos of him on your wall and kiss your soft toy imagining it's him. he's everything sexy and masculine personified. what a bummer it is forseeable he won't be interviewing you.
the building of his agency is sleek and lavish, black and navy blue with his hero colours making up meagre amounts of details. your heels click on the luxury vinyl planks as you make yourself comfortable in the waiting room.
to your suprise, you're the only person in the line. maybe you're the last person to be interviewed?
"miss y/l?" calls out a very handsome man in an elegant suit with shoulder lenght black hair and striking almond eyes.
man, is everyone in this agency going to be hyper-attractive models?
you look at his name tag, however all it says is assistant g, rich people names are next level. no ardent judgement, but 'assistant' is definitely a unique choice for a first name.
"my name is gensho, i'm dynamight's assistant," he says, offering you the most adorable smile that meets his eyes.
you smile back instantly, however, you soon realise your previous foolishness. his name tag says assistant g, as in, he's an assistant and his first initial is 'g', not that his first name is 'assistant'. well damn.
he guides you to your chair and cleans his throat.
"look, you're hired-"
"what!" you reply instantly, taken aback at the words coming out of this ridiculously good looking guys face.
"listen, no one wants to be the secretary of someone as impertient as dynamight...the last two left crying after their first week here. so please, we'll give you accomodation and food...just please sign here," he states, voice so incredbily earnest as he points to the dotted signature line at the end of the contract.
you nod, taking in the information, however you're an intelligent and pensive women. you read each line of the contract conscientiously, being attentive to every dot point and semicolon. tilting your head, you've come to the realisation that there's no apparent terms or conditions which would put your livelihood in peril. so, you sign it.
assistant g flashes you his previous smile, but you honestly wish he was flashing you in other ways.
that night, you go to bed looking forward for whatever is to come. you book a nail appointment, buy expensive hair products, and step foot in designer stores with foreign names you can't bloody pronounce.
──the next morning ──
clack, clack, clack.
your freshly manicured nails tap on the binder filled with paperwork given to you to complete before your first day. the environment of the agency is best compared to that of an airport. everything is orderly and you end up seing hyper attractive people you never thought you would.
however, there is one guy which you haven't unfortunately seen yet -- dynamight himself. you toy with your bottom lip, your dissapointment written all over your face.
just then, you hear the loudest foot steps you think you've ever heard in your entire life.
"I TOLD YOU THESE DUMB FUCKING LOSERS ON THESE ONLINE FORUMS OPINIONS ARE NOT MY CONCERN AND YET YOU STILL KEEP MENTIONING THEM"
there can truly only be one person on earth capable to have enough confidence to yell this loud indoors. you look up, and all you see is prominent veins and a sharp jawline. your mind registering it's dynamight only when his crimson eyes meet yours.
maybe it's delusion, maybe it's manifestation but for a split second you see his eyebrows relax.
you intrinsicly stand up, better your posture, and display your name tag that has secretary written on it.
his eyes narrow, and he looks back at assitant g. to which, assistant g returns his signature smile at the two of you.
"i'll leave boss and secretary be," he says, tapping dynamight's shoulder and caressing your left arm as he walks off.
dynamight doesn't speak, but he does open the door open for you as you enter his office. it's painfully boring, you think to yourself at first, but after looking around deeper you find cute details.
an all-might funko pop.
a photo from his u.a. days shows him standing beside three guys -- one with bright red hair, one with yellow hair, and one with black hair. in the background, a pink‑haired girl and another girl with dark purple hair are pulling silly faces. at the bottom of the picture frame, it says bakusquad4ever.
red riot? chargebolt? cellophane ? pinkie? earphone jack?
of course all the top heroes went to school together.
your eyes then land on a shelf full of shojo manga -- yona of the dawn, fruits basket, ao haru ride.
there's also a photo of him from when he was younger, smiling, with what is likely his mother and father as they both kiss each of his cheeks. he was a very chubby baby.
"stop staring stalker," says dynamight, body language quite nonchalant for someone usually so explosive.
"sorry, sir dynamight," you reply, looking down, worried about what's to come.
"sir dynamight?" he repeats out loud.
you look up at him, confused and startled. did you say something wrong?
"sorry..."
" stop saying 'sorry' !"
"sorry-"
dynamight slams his hands on the desk, jaw tightening.
you take a deep breath, on the verge of tears now, and you hand him your binder filled with paper-work. you stamped it off with a cute smiley face, something which dynamight noticed as he traces his coarse finger on the outline of it.
"what was this for?" he asks.
"about your calvin klein photoshoot, just the contract formation of it," you reply, voice uncharacteristically soft.
he lets out an mmm, almost like a groan. his eyes find yours and he stares at your face like a madman.
"you know about my past secretary's right? fired them all because they were useless"
"yeah," you reply.
"are you going to be useless?"
"no, sir dynamight," you reply, closing your eyes.
"don't close your eyes," he says and you promptly open them up.
“you know, my past secretary’s were all incredibly bossy. they’d try and put up a fight with me, but i like you…,” he says, loosening his tie.
“what’s your name?”
“y/n l/n, sir dynamight,” you reply, eyes on his.
are you going insane or is this incredibly inappropriate?
you grab the nearest pen, and in the midst of toying with your lips, you bring the pen up to your mouth. trying to provoke him, to get confirmation that these butterflies you’re feeling in your stomach aren’t one-sided. that this tension isn’t only eating you alive.
he digs in his draws and brings out a large stack of paper work. he slides them over to you, giving you a smile.
“i’m going to have to leave for patrol now, finish these by tomorrow,” he says, getting up from his chair. as he’s about to walk past you, he stops.
his fingers grab the pen on your lip and he pulls it away, his finger now finding the spot where the pen once was. you feel your heart beat increase at the physical contact of his finger tip to your lips.
“my pen aren't for toying around, y/n,”
you nod frantically as you look up at him. his fingers leave your lips. you internally whine. come back. touch me again.
he doesn’t, he closes the door and gets ready for his hero duties.
──the next day ──
staring at the dishevelled pile of clothes infront of you, you're conflicted on what to wear exactly. you want to wear something to impress sir dynamight, something that will make him captivated by you, something that'll make his jaw drop.
the outfit you picked out is similar to what you wore yesterday, but this time you pick out a red thong and lowered your skirts waist-band.
too promiscuous? eh, you knew your end goal.
the office is the same as it was the last time you saw it. you're hawk-eyed for sir dynamight, eyes switching left to right in the midst of you double-checking the papers work you were asked to do. truthfully, the paper work you completed defintely falls short to what is accepted. but you're a woman with a plan.
you want him to bend you over on his desk, toy with the thong, put his fingers in your mouth, and do whatever he wants to do to you. whatever. he. wants. to. do. to. you. emphasis on that.
a pen finds its way to you, and you begin to feel the sleekness of it. it's dark green and your finger-tips run up and down the orange accents. you eye down the size, likely 5 inches? or 5.5 if we're being generous.
how big would sir dynamight be?
you search up his name on the internet to see if other horny girls have thought the same.
pro-hero dynamight full body photos, you type into the agency laptop.
oh boy was he incredibly gifted.
an intersting forum catches your eye.
pro-hero catching print discussion [CLOSED]
ah the wonders of the internet. you click with zero thought, of course you were curious!
-- okay so i think...chargebolt 5, red riot 7 but a lot bigger when it's hard, shoto 6.5, dynamight 7!
7? 7 inches...seven inches...hmm. that would be more than sufficient for your needs.
just then, you hear the door unlock, and you abruptly shut down the laptop.
"good morning, y/n," says sir dynamight as he enters the room. today he's wearing a navy suit with a red tie. are you becoming besotted on horniness or is the shade of his tie similar to that of the thong you're wearing?
get it together y/n, you have a plan.
"good morning, sir dynamight"
he looks at you, no emotion on his face being conveyed other than his usual pique. you move your hands to your neck, massaging the area to reveal more skin to him.
he shakes his head and lets out a dissapointed sigh. okay, ouch. you remove your hand from your neck and straighten up your posture.
"how was patrol yesterday?"
"good"
"that's good"
he didn't reply back and started flicking through the paper work you completed. or lack there of. his hands grip up onto the binder and his eyebrows furrow.
he gets up and walks up right behind you, slamming the binder infront of you as he adjusts his face next to your head.
"do you think this position is some kind of joke?"
"no, sir dynamight, i'm unsure of what you're reffering to...," you reply, voice compliant.
he opens up the binder and points to the pages where you've left the work half-finished, or written question marks on instead of any form of an adequate attempt.
"i was just unsure of what to put there," you defend yourself but he is not having any of it.
he takes your hair and moves it away from your neck, his breath dynamic against your skin. you shift your gaze to his eyes, his face and yours mere inches apart. he moves his face closer, like you’re both on the brink of kissing. your breath hitches and he lets out a groan.
“get up,” he says and you do, not like you were given much of an option as he removed your chair the moment he opened his mouth.
his hands grip your hips as he adjusts your stomach and chest to face against the table. you blink three times to make sure what’s happening isn’t something you’re day dreaming about. it’s actually happening, right now. pro hero dynamight has you bending over on his desk.
his hands grip your hips tighter, and he lifts your skirt up mercilessly, placing a firm slap to your ass. you let out a whine and arch your back more, revealing your red thong. he notices it instantly, his fingertips running up and down the thin fabric before he lifts it up high.
“this is not in dress code,” sir dynamight says before he drops the thong which hits your bare skin, causing you to whine once again.
you nod, finally conjuring up some words to say.
"do you do this with all your secretarys?"
"no, you're the first one who's made these obtuse mistakes and got my dick this hard," he says, using his fingers to open your mouth, making you suck his fingers for a good while before spitting in your mouth. you instantly swallow to which he chuckled and gives you another spank.
your body temperature instantly grows hotter as his lewd words turn you on. you attempt to shift your body to face him but he instantly moves you back to the position he had you in prior. his fingers find your aching wet hole, middle and index finger rubbing circles and playing in your wetness. he shoves his crotch against your legs, making you feel his hardness. definitely a lot bigger than seven inches.
unable to control yourself, you let out a loud moan to which he responds instantly by placing another swat to your ass, pulling down your thong and putting it in your mouth.
“shh” says sir dynamight, undoing his red tie before grabbing your two hands and wrapping them together tightly with his tie. he places your hands onto your back strenly.
his finger goes back to rubbing circles around your wetness, however this time he bends down to your inner thigh. little by little, he places gentle kisses all around the area but ignoring the one part where you want his tongue the most. you’re not exactly complaining though, the sensation of his fingers and mouth near your sensitivity is all you could ever ask for.
just as you’re about to stop mentally mithering, his mouth finds your clit and his fingers enter inside your hole. oh. my. gosh. you roll your eyes and let out moans which get muffled through the thong in your mouth.
he takes that as an invitation to go harder, rougher with his tongue strokes and finger movements. he adjusts himself so his mouth and fingers are angled perfectly to hit just the spot. as soon as he finds it, your brain short-circuits and you come undone.
but to sir dynamight, this is an invitation to keep going. your knees become wobbly and you're practically choking on the thong, your muffled moans of pleasure turned into pain is what makes him realise he needs to immediately stops.
sir dynamight gets up and kisses your cheek. the warmth gone from between your inner tighs causing you great dissapointment.
his fingers find your lips and he removes the thong from your mouth, shaking his head at the excessive amounts of spit dropping from it. he undoes your hands from the tie wrapped around your hands.
looking down at the ground, you spot something in sir dynamight's eyes you never thought you would -- regret ? dissapointment ? shame ?
"we can't do this 24 hours a day, seven days a week...," he admits, contrastingly shy and reticent compared to his previous demeanour.
"why not?" you reply, voice coming out needier than intended.
he ties his red tie up, and shakes his head.
"you're not going to fire me are you...,"
"no, uh, just...fix up those spelling mistakes. i'll see you tomorrow," replies sir dynamight before locking the door behind him.
in your stomach you feel all kinds of emotions. disenchanted at the adrupt end of what seemed to be leading to more, but moreso grateful that he hadn't fired you.
as you open up the binder again you spot unfamiliar writing at the top.
phone number - ### ### ###
you can call me katsuki.
success!
author's note: ahh guys i'm so bad at writing smut, i'm so sorry if this is cringe or if the writing is horrid! i hope u enjoyed tho ! <3 all feedback is appreciated. this is unedited ! lmk about spelling or grammar.
synopsis - Katsuki is fed up with coming home to a worn out wife and screaming children for the third time this week.
warning - cussing (it's bakugou :| ), reader is a stay at home mom, mentions of reader wanting to be a mom. not proofread wc - 1.7k
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katsuki can hear you yelling before he even gets his key in the door.
it's not the good kind of yelling either. it's the kind that vibrates in his skull and makes him pause on the doorstep with a tired blink, already bracing for impact. patrol ran long and his gear smells like smoke. all he wants is dinner and five minutes with his wife pressed against his chest before the kids jump him like feral gremlins.
but today? definitely not happening.
he steps inside and the first thing he sees is his oldest, katsuro (10), sprinting down the hall with that guilty little scrunch in his face that means he absolutely did something he should not have done. behind him one of the twins, sukimi (8), is standing on a chair with a marker, proudly adding what looks like a moustache to a framed wedding photo. her other half, reiki (8), sits in the middle of the floor covered in who knows what and pulling the fibers from your very nice rug.
and in the kitchen, his wife’s voice rings out, sharp with the kind of frustration that makes his shoulders tense.
so he sighs, loud and annoyed, tossing his keys into the dish by the door.
great, he thinks to himself. the damn brats pissed off their mom for the third time this week. which means she’s pissed at me. which means my night is already ruined.
he rolls his neck like he’s preparing for battle.
because if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou knows for sure, it’s that when his kids make their mother mad, he’s the one who always ends up paying for it.
you'd made the decision to cut back from hero work when you found out you were pregnant with katsuro. katsuki made sure to let you know that you didn't have to retire. that you had options.
but you'd wanted to be able to be there with katsuro. you didn't want to miss anything, you'd said to him.
katsuki can tell from the way that you cradle your head that the brats had already given you a headache. it was intense enough that you hadn't heard him enter the door nor move through the house. You didn't look up until katsuro yelled out 'daddy!' before promptly crashing face first into katsuki's aching legs.
katsuki grunts at the impact, jaw tight, but he still bends down and scoops the kid up because he remembers that stupid line from one of those parenting books he bought. something about how affection should never be withheld as punishment, even when your kid is being a menace. so he hugs katsuro back, one firm arm around his back, the other hand patting a few times.
his voice stays low and stern when he mutters that they are in so much trouble, but he still keeps katsuro tucked against his chest, because softness is a choice he has to make on purpose and he refuses to fail at the one thing he never had growing up.
when he finally sets katsuro back onto the ground, the house has gone silent and tense.
all three bakugou children know that when their father is upset, he means business.
the brats listened to you well enough about ninety percent of the time, something that katsuki was grateful for. but that other ten percent: it was like they remembered they outnumbered you and went from being mommy's little angels to katsuki's little band of demons.
"oi!" katsuki lets out a sharp whistle and points to the ground in front of him. just like they were taught, all three children line up in front of katsuki like his home is bootcamp and he's the drill sergeant.
"why is this the third day in a row that i've come home to your mother's own personal hell?" none of the children speak as they guiltily side eye where you are now standing in the kitchen with your arms crossed. your face is twisted into a scowl that katsuki wasn't even aware you could manage which makes him all the more irritated at his hell spawn.
"i know that none of you are deaf?!" his voice is a little louder this time. katsuki tries his best not to yell at the children when possible but his temper is getting the best of him after three straight nights of this.
when his questions are met with continued silence, katsuki feels his frustration boil over.
"tch, fine. all three of you are grounded."
right on cue, three tiny voices ring out with complaints.
"daddy! that's not fair!!" reiki whines, twisting side to side on her feet. katsuki watches in annoyance as whatever is caked onto her dress flies off with the motion, landing with obscene smattering sounds all over katsuki's once clean diving room floor.
“fair?” katsuki grinds out, the word sharp enough to cut the whining right out of the air. “you think it’s fair that your mom’s been dealing with three days of nonstop chaos, huh? or that all daddy wants is to come home and eat dinner with his family, but instead i gotta walk in the door and start grounding every single one of you?”
the three of them freeze. katsuro’s lip wobbles, sukimi clutches that marker a little tighter, and reiki stops moving completely.
katsuki huffs out a breath, annoyed but glancing over at you with that little tight pull in his brow. the one he gets when he’s worried about you more than anything else. he takes in the way you’re rubbing at your temple, the way your shoulders slump like you’re finally out of patience, and something quietly protective settles in his chest.
he drops into a crouch to address the kids on their level. he needs them to understand why this is wrong.
“oi. front and center,” he says, motioning the kids forward.
they shuffle closer, katsuro taking the front while the twins hover behind him. they look like they’re reporting for duty, looking guilty as hell.
“so,” katsuki mutters, arms twitching, “which one of you geniuses decided to give your mom hell today? again.”
silence. three kids staring at their feet.
katsuki clicks his tongue. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”
he lets the quiet hang there, then nods toward you, his voice lowering just a little. “your mom does everything for you three. she busts her ass all day makin sure you’re fed and safe and happy,” he narrows his eyes. “and this is how you treat her?”
all three kids flinch.
“you think i wanna come home and see her rubbin her head like that?” he adds, softer but somehow scarier. “you think i like watchin her worn down because you can’t listen for five damn minutes?”
katsuro sniffles. “i… i said sorry…”
katsuki cards a large hand through his hair, frustrated. “you didn’t say it to her. none of you did. and sorry’s pointless if you don’t mean it.”
three tiny heads dip lower.
“so here’s what’s gonna happen,” katsuki says firm, but not cruel. “you’re all apologizing. properly. and then you’re cleanin up every single mess you made today. and when i get home tomorrow, i better not hear your mom sigh like that again.”
the twins mumble soft “yes, daddy”s. katsuro echoes them, small and shaky.
katsuki lets out a long exhale then reaches out, ruffling katsuro’s hair, brushing reiki’s cheek with the side of his knuckles and tapping sukimi’s shoulder. stern still, but gentler at the edges. the way he always is when he’s thinking about how much he loves you and how much he wants the kids to treat you right.
“good,” he mumbles. he stands up, walking over to guide you to the children with a warm hand on your back.
they snap straight, the world’s saddest little line-up, while katsuki glances at you again. he sees your tired eyes, your slumped shoulders, and his jaw tightens with a different kind of determination.
he rolls his neck like he’s getting ready for round two.
for you, he’ll handle it. every damn bit of it.
katsuro swallows hard, voice barely above a whisper. “i… i’m sorry, mommy. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”
reiki fidgets with the hem of her dress before finally blurting out, “i’m sorry, mommy… for the mess. i won’t do it again.”
sukimi shifts from foot to foot, eyes downcast, voice tiny. “me too… sorry, mommy. we didn’t listen.”
katsuki watches your eyes soften at the small apologies from your babies. it's always been hard for you to stay mad at them, which has made katsuki the natural source of discipline. he doesn't mind though, he'll do anything he can to make your life easier.
once the kids have reluctantly scrubbed their mess, dinner has been eaten, and everyone has bathed, katsuki stays close, keeping a watchful eye on the three little gremlins until they’re finally tucked into bed. the house sighs with quiet once the last giggle fades, the soft click of the bedroom door marking the end of another chaotic day.
katsuki leans against the doorway of the now-still living room, shoulders hunched, rubbing the back of his neck. you cross the room and drop onto the couch beside him. the quiet between you two suddenly heavier than any yelling had been.
“you okay?” you murmur, fingers brushing his arm.
he glances down at you, eyes softening in that way that even the kids never see. “yeah,” he admits, voice low. “just… tired of seein' you handle all that alone.”
you reach up, tugging him down until his forehead rests against yours. “we handle it together,” you whisper, letting the tension of the day melt against the warmth of each other.
even though your kids can be pretty rough sometimes and damn expensive, katsuki wouldn't trade this for the world.
there isn't a damn thing he would rather have than shared smiles with you in the peaceful hum of the little family you've given him.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you and your ex-boyfriend katsuki bakugou can't seem to resist each other no matter what. even if you're only supposed to be friendly at the class reunion party.
starring: pro hero! katsuki bakugou x ex-girlfriend! reader ⍣ ೋ
disclaimers!: mentions of handjobs and oral sex in 3rd year at ua, oral sex (f! receiving), tits fixation, penetrative / p in v sex, car sex / semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie 🤭
note: spoilers for chapter 431 (a little different in some parts), usage of "brat", "honey", "sweets", "woman", fem reader, mentions of izuocha, second chance romance trope, porn with plot, microscopic angst, credits to gsony for center pic in my banner, i love them sm^^hope i did our husband justice 💜💜
╰┈➤ ❝ [why is he here?] you murmur quietly, discreetly watching katsuki from a distance, seeing him quiet and grumpy, drinking with a few of his friends alongside izuku.
ochako raises an eyebrow with a grin, clearly amused at your turmoil with the pro hero. she nudges your arm, looking at you from the side. "he's a part of the class too, y'know."
"i know that," you huff, sighing as you land your drink down the table, glancing back at him before looking back at ochako with a frown. "just.. its hard."
of course it was hard to see great explosion murder god dynamight. your ex-boyfriend, no matter how hot he looks in his usual black attire, his big biceps straining against the material, his post-war scars framing his muscular, gorgeous physique.
even before the war, you and katsuki were a great couple, despite your constant bickering and petty arguments. it just led up to increasing sexual tension and great makeout sessions. maybe got handsy a few times and did.. oral stuff in your 3rd year together but no more than that.
it all just came crumbling down after graduation, when you two gradually spent less time together as work kept both of you away from each other. you both ended it on good terms only after a year of being pro-heroes, but that doesn't stop you from missing him. from wanting him, needing him.
katsuki felt the exact same way. even if he was nonchalant about it now, he was barely holding himself back from dragging you away from this party and kissing your face off until he made up with the time both of you spent away from each other. which, to him, seemed like forever.
throughout the years, the two of you did see each other frequently during patrols and in joint-cases, made appropriate civilized small talk, but never ever talked about getting back together. it wasn't that both of you didn't want to: it just wasn't the perfect time. unlike this setting, where the two of you could talk properly.
ochako sighs softly, a small sympathetic smile on her face. "he's just a man, sweetie. after this, you'll barely see him again."
you bite you bottom lip and nod, tugging on the skin. you knew she made a good point, its just.. well, it doesn't change the fact that katsuki's in near proximity.
you sigh, smiling softly at her. "yeah, i know," you grin, nudging her arm, gesturing your head to izuku. "enough about me, though. what about you and midoriya, huh?"
ochako widens her eyes a little at the mention of her old highschool crush, shakes her head profusely, clearly flustered as vibrant pink tinting her cheeks. "i-i haven't even talked to deku in awhile! its been so long ago.."
you scoff and roll your eyes, grab her shoulder, and shake them a little. "well, change that. c'mon, i saw him looking at you anyway. maybe the same way he did todoroki but at least he looked at you. that counts for something."
you could still see the reluctance in her eyes to go so you shake her arm again in encouragement. "gooo, i'll be here, drinking my problems away, rooting for you."
ochako shakes her head at you with a soft grin, clearly wanting to but shyness was holding her back.
"i suppose a hello wouldn't hurt," her grin widens, pressing her cheek against yours, mumbling a soft thank you. "wish me luck."
you wave at ochako, mouthing to her good luck, as she approaches izuku, watching their cute interaction from afar. they wave at each other like the young, shy high-schoolers they once were, chatting and laughing softly over something trivial. izuku then offers her to sit beside him.
izuku eyes katsuki with a grin, gesturing his head to leave. katsuki rolls his eyes, but stands up, giving his seat to ochako. like the little bitch fate is, katsuki approaches ochako's empty seat beside you, looking at you with a small grin.
"oh, you sly fucker," your eye twitches. you didn't know who to be mad at, izuku or his insufferable best friend, but you could see ochako looking at you in worry, mouthing a quick sorry before getting enveloped by izuku's conversation again.
you sigh, shaking your head. on the bright side, whats the worst that can happen?
you give katsuki a soft smile, waving weakly at him. your hand feels stiff from how nervous you are, shaking it under the table to shake off the nerves. "hi."
katsuki raises an amused eyebrow at you, wearing his signature snarky smirk. he nods, settling down in ochako's empty seat. "hey, brat."
as you sat next to him, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. a pang of nostalgia, a flutter in your chest at the sight of him, and a hint of sadness at the memory of what could have been.
you took in his spicy cinnamon scent with smoky notes that you missed so much, the way his blonde hair was messily fixed, and his sardonic grin. it was hard to ignore the spark of longing, repeatedly chanting in your head that he was your ex for reason.
katsuki glanced over at you, eyes meeting for a brief moment. his crimson eyes catch the light of the room, making them glow like bloodstone. it made your stomach do backflips, forcing yourself to breathe.
”i’m surprised you actually came,” he says, his voice low and casual.
when he spoke again, the sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. it was the same voice that had whispered sweet nothings in your ear, the same voice that had laughed at your stupid, corny jokes, the same voice you had fallen asleep listening to on countless nights in the past.
you felt your palms begin to sweat but couldn't help but be a little pissed. it reminded you of what you said to ochako earlier, but still. "why wouldn't i? i'm in the class as much as you, aren't i?"
"don’t be a smartass,” he takes a sip of his drink, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. your eyes followed the movement, a wave of memories hitting like a tidal wave.
other classmates fanned out of the room as the night goes on, but katsuki took advantage of this, seperating you from them, keeping you all to himself.
he turned to face you fully, your knees touching with his for a moment as he shifted in his seat. the sudden contact made you inhale sharply, trying your best to keep your expression neutral.
"you look good," he said quietly, eyeing you up and down slowly, his gaze lingering on parts of your body that he clearly remembered well.
the warmth in your cheeks grew a little, clearing your throat, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "thanks. wish i could say the same for you."
he raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "is that how it’s going to be?”
"well, you look like you need a shave," you lied. he didn't.
"oh? i thought you liked it when i was a little scruffy, sweets," you absolutely fucking did. there was nothing you wanted more than to lean in and feel the stubble on his jaw, to remember the roughness of his cheeks while you made out him. while he spoils your neck with hickies. while his head is in between your thighs, kissing your clit-
"that was years ago," you avert your gaze from him, unable to look at him any longer without crumbling. why was he so fucking attractive? it's been seven goddamn years. don't ex-boyfriends get ugly after a break-up?
"why do i get the feelin' you've missed it, hm?"
"i don't. you're delusional."
"you're a real terrible liar, brat."
"lying about you being delusional?"
"lying about you not missin' this. missin' me," he reached out to you, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. his touch was gentle as his knuckles grazed your cheek briefly. fuck.
"i don't.. i don't miss this. i don't miss you," you chew on the inside of your cheeks, trying to hold on to any semblance of composure you had. all the dignity you had was telling you to pull away but did you listen? fuck no.
"you're not very good at hidin' how much you want someone, sweets."
"quit it, katsuki. i said i don't."
"oh, that's real fuckin' funny. but i'll be clear," he chuckles deeply, a slow victorious smile on his face. you're starting to crack.
his hand slowly sliding towards your thigh, hidden from anyone else's view under the table. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. his closeness was already making it harder to think, the sensation of his touch only weakening your resistance.
"i'm done pretendin' i don't want you. so, honey, cut it out, because we both know you want me too."
your gaze widened, quickly biting down on your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from saying anything stupid.
luckily, before you could even respond, the very man who put you in this situation, izuku approached with kirishima in tow.
"hey kacchan, would it be okay if we leave now? i have an early class tomorrow," izuku asks, not a care in the world that he interrupted something between you two.
katsuki was staring daggers at him though, because he had to pull his hand away from your plush thigh.
"yeah, i gotta hit the sack too, man," kirishima rubs the back of his neck, who knows hes interrupting something between the two of you but doesn't say anything about it.
but.. that doesn't mean he doesn't want to fuck around a little. kirishima looks at you with a friendly grin. "hey, wanna come with?"
you panic a little. another chance for katsuki to wreck your defenses? could you handle that?
"nah, i'd rather not disturb, i'll just wait for a cab-"
"the fuck you're not. you're not takin' a cab, brat. i'm drivin' you home," katsuki spat, his tone leaving no room for argument.
the ride home was pleasantly quiet in a way that wasn't uncomfortable. the atmosphere was a bit tense, but it was manageable.
you found yourself in the passenger seat of his black porsche 911 gt3 rs, not because you wanted to, but because according to katsuki:
"you better sit your ass down here or i swear to god, woman, i'll pin you down this chair myself."
so, it left izuku and kirishima in the backseat that seemed to drown them (comfortably). you didn't utter a single word during the drive, merely listening to their conversation, occasionally cracking a small smile and chuckling at their banter.
the silence thickened again when katsuki dropped kirishima and izuku off, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet car.
okay, you needed a game plan. keep quiet, do not give in, and do not fuck him-
"i missed you, y'know," he murmurs, his eyes still focused on the road.
his words caught you off guard, startled you. you missed him too. so fucking much. but the words got stuck in your throat, pride and fear holding you back. you try to keep your emotions in check, keeping quiet and not giving in according to your game plan-
"too fuckin' much. pisses me off. started to bother kirishima too," he lets out a frustrated sigh, his grip on the steering wheel tightening a little, his knuckles turning white. "plagues the shit out of me. that i think about you almost everyday at the most random fuckin' times, its terrifying."
he glances at you briefly, sighing before focusing his eyes back on to the road, running his free hand through his blond hair. "honey, talk to me."
"...what do you want me to say, katsuki?"
"just.. tell me what you're thinkin', okay? what you're feelin'. the fuckin' truth, goddamn it, don't shut me out."
fucking hell. it was just so easy to give in to your feelings, to tell him how much you missed him. how much you wanted to be with him again. but you were afraid — afraid of having to start the healing process all over again.
but.. that didn't stop you from bearing your heart out.
"you want the truth?" you turn your head to face him. "fine."
"it haunts me that you're the first thing i think of whenever i'm overjoyed with something or whenever i have a bad day. that whenever my friends ask if we could eat something spicy, i think of you. can't tell you the multiple times i had to hold myself back from hitting the send button to your old number."
"i missed you too, katsuki. more than i thought. hell, more than i should. you never left my mind, no matter how many times i tried to tell myself that you did."
katsuki remained silent for a while, his mind obviously occupied with your confession as he watched the road. it made you panic a little. was it too much?
but then, without warning, he makes a quick turn, swerving off the main road and into a nearby parking lot like his life depended on it.
it catches you off guard as the car suddenly lunges forward, making you hold on to the side of the car door. he parks the car in a secluded corner, away from any prying eyes.
"what are you doing?" you asked, still taken aback from what happened as you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt.
"what does it look like i'm doing?" his eyebrow arched, as if the answer should be obvious.
without waiting for a response, he reclines your seat for more space. he unbuckles your seatbelt before climbing over, hovering over you. "gonna get what i fuckin' want. and right now, sweets, that's you."
you swallowed hard, his words and closeness sending a shiver down your spine. you could feel yourself getting hotter with every second that passed, your body aching for his touch.
but you were still reluctant. even with your thighs clenched together, your core felt like a pool of hot, wet need. and he could tell.
katsuki's frustration was evident. he lets out a deep sigh, leaning his head against your neck, inhaling your scent, barely trying to hold himself back from doing anything drastic.
"honey.. come back to me. please."
his voice was thick with pathetic need, a raw desperate desire for you burning in him.
fuck.
you know you should put up a fight, should try and resist him. but your body was aching for him.
and you really, really, couldn't fucking care less.
the moment your palms caress his cheeks, katsuki's eyes flutter shut, and he leans into your touch, sighing. you can feel him shiver under your fingertips, his body burning with longing. as your eyes meet his, a flash of raw desire flickers across his face.
and then, it's as if a dam breaks.
he leans in, his lips crashing into yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. his mouth is hot and eager against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips in a possessive, needy gesture.
katsuki's hands find your waist, strong and sure, pulling you closer as if the space between you is unbearable. you could feel his dick pressed up in between your legs, almost trembling with the intensity of his need.
your fingers slide up into his hair, tangling in the soft, unruly strands as you deepen the kiss. he groans against your mouth, the sound low and guttural, sending a shiver down your spine. his lips move against yours like he’s trying to memorize every curve, every taste.
when he pulls back, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, his breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with your own. his crimson eyes, half-lidded and heavy with desire, bore into yours.
“don’t think for a second that im done with you,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. “you're not gettin' outta here until i've had my fill of you, sweets."
he grins, chuckling darkly. "or should i say.. until i've filled you up."
when he grinds his hips harder against yours, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. the feeling of his dick pressing against you makes your head spin, desire pooling in your wet cunny. fuck, was he always that big?
"oh, fuck," he inhales, almost hissing. "you feel that, sweets? hm? feel how hard my dick is, just for you?"
your bit you bottom lip, your head nodding slightly in response. your breath hitches when his hand reaches for in between your legs, inching up your skirt, rubbing his thumb against your damp panties.
"look at you, already such a fuckin' wet mess," he coos, a predatory grin on his face, glancing between your clothed, wet cunt and your flushed look. "haven't even started yet. you that eager for me, sweets?"
"stop being such a fucking tease and just.." your cheeks burn, embarassed, turning your head to the side. "fuck me."
"oh, i plan to sweets, don't worry," his voice low and sultry, tugging on the elastic of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. "wanna taste you first. haven't tasted this sweet fuckin' pussy in a long, long time."
"katsuki.. what if someone sees us?"
"honey.. i don't fuckin' care."
katsuki had brought you to the backseat of his car, stripped you off your skirt and panties and had your legs spread out like he needed to taste you or he'd die.
katsuki flicked his tongue at your clit, licking up your sweet, wet slick, feeling you squirm and mewl from under him. your legs were practically begging to be close shut, but he forced your legs open with his big, strong arms, both of his hands holding either side of your thighs.
"fuck, sweets, you taste so good," he groans against your folds, the intoxicating scent of your sweet cunt flooding his thoughts. "so fuckin' wet.."
you could hear the squelching sound of his tongue lap at your pussy, the lewd sound of his saliva and your slick turning you on. you took off your top and unhooked your bra, tossing it somewhere in the car. you played with your tits, pinching your nipples as you watched him ate your pussy like it was his last, delicious meal on earth.
"katsuki," you mewled, breath hitching as he fucks you with his skilled tongue.
"what, too much?" katsuki rasped, enjoying how you responded to his touch.
you nodded, already seeing stars.
he grunts, biting your inner thigh before chasing your orgasm again. "fuck that. missed this tight wet pussy of yours too much. can't believe you kept this sweet thing from me for so long..."
"katsuki," you moan his name, you grip on a handful of his hair, embarassed, almost going cross-eyed. he was eager to give you his all, it was slightly overwhelming. but you needed him. "too much, too much..."
"take it all for me, yeah, sweets?" katsuki grunts, raising the pace of his tongue, earning whimpering noises from you. "i know you can, c'mon. makin' my dick so fuckin' hard just watchin' you, holy shit.."
katsuki continues his delirious advance on your cunt, his perverted appetite for you making him so fucking horny. his cock twitches in his pants from the arousing act, throbbing from all the gluttony he was feeling. he couldn't get enough of it. he acted like a man starved and he needed all of you to quench his craving.
not that he'd ever stop craving you.
"katsuki, 'm about to-" you wail about your climax. your walls tighten around his tongue, your hips squirming from under him. you push your cunt against his face, wanting more friction.
"cum for me, sweets, c'mon," he continued to lap at your wet, sloppy mess. "need to taste you so fuckin' bad."
"fuck, fuck!" you squeal, moaning loudly as you painted his tongue white, shattered breathing as your chest heaved up and down.
katsuki doesn't waste another second, burying his face in between your legs as he glides his tongue across your pussy at a quick pace, savoring it all and riding out your orgasm. your legs shake from the overstimulation he was doing, whimpering from the way his tongue feels. he looks at you greedily, his cock agitated as his carnal desire to fuck you until your legs shaking burns more in him.
"'m so proud of you, sweets. c'mere, come gimme a kiss," he moves closer to you, his touch gentle and affectionate as he caresses your cheek before pressing his lips against yours in a kiss. you could almost taste yourself on his tongue.
his kisses are slow and gentle, his fingers find your nipples, pinching them as your fingers find their way into his hair.
he pulls away from you, panting and sweating, quickly stripping himself of his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the car.
he tugs his boxers down and pulls his cock out, already dripping with pre-cum before pulling you back in for a sloppy, desperate kiss. fuck, you don't remember it being that big.
you could feel his erection, his cock cushioning your wet cunt, his throbbing tip kissing your stimulated clit, just begging to be inside of you.
"you ready for me, right, sweets?" he murmurs, in between your tongues clashing together, waiting for your nod. he dips a finger inside you, making you moan. "look at this fuckin' pussy, could just slip in and bury my dick deep inside of you..."
"please," you plead, your voice soft and trembling, a pout tugging at your lips. you're needy and desperate, the words spilling out in a breathy whine. "i need you... so bad."
"god, you're killin' me here sweets," he took a deep breath, panting for air. "you sure?"
you took a shaky breath, your eyes meeting his. "yes. please... i want this, i want you."
your words broke the last thread of his restraint. in an instant, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto yours with unrelenting intensity. as if you were his only source of salvation.
katsuki's hands found your waist as he grips on you firmly, guiding you onto his lap and positioning you to straddle him with an effortless, commanding strength. he was desperate, completely consumed by the need for you, his longing obliterating any trace of rational thought.
katsuki positions his dick inside of your pussy, groaning as he watches you mewl, disappearing inside of you and stretching your walls painfully. yet you still felt the raw need for him.
"katsuki," you pant as you sat on his cock, adjusting as you dangle your arms by his shoulders. "fuck me, pl-"
he doesn't even let you finish, carrying you briefly before slamming you down on his cock, feeling your pussy clamp down on him again and again.
"you look so pretty like this, sweets, fuck," he looks up at you in awe. his moves his mouth is on your tits, sucking on your nipple.
you take it all with a wail, closing your eyes in blissful pleasure as the tip of his cock kisses your walls.
"oh my fuckin' god, i love you so fuckin' much, sweets. holy shit. and this fuckin' pussy too. you know that, don't you?" he asks, his crimson eyes gazing into yours, tension filling the small corners of the car.
"yeah," you nod, your skin heating up, stammered breaths as his cock was stretching you, abusing your warmth.
"then say it back."
"no wa-"
you scream as katsuki humps you down on his cock mercilessly, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him. your hips squirm against the girth and length of his cock abusing your hole to its satisfaction.
"katsuki!" his name slips out of your lips, letting out a wanton moan as his deep, hungry thrusts buck inside you out of spite. "sl-slow down..."
"hell fucking no."
"katsuki, please!"
"not until you say it back."
"fucking- fine! i love you, okay?" you mewl at the pain, but at the same time it made you feel so so good.
"say it again, didn't hear it," he taunts, his thrusts still deep and desperate enough capable of making you cream on his cock.
"i said, i love you!" you panted, whimpering from his hips snapping into yours.
"that's my girl," katsuki grins, letting his hand travel to caress your cheek before pulling you in for a messy, sloppy kiss.
you feel your cunny coil of essence, chasing your climax desperately with him at the last few thrusts.
you pull away from him, panting. "katsuki, fuck, gonna cum again..."
"mhm, gonna cum too, sweets," he grunts, thrusting into your cunt sloppily. "cum with me, yeah?"
you pant out of bliss, nodding. his hips snap into yours as he thrusts into your cunt harder, dripping of your shared slicks.
you mewl as shockwaves of pleasure hit you, throwing your head back as your tight, white walls clench around his cock. katsuki groans, his hips stuttering as he cums inside of you, a creamy frothy ring of white wrapped around the base of his cock as it kisses your folds.
both of you lay intertwined together, bodies tangled and panting together, breaths mingling, basking in the quiet warmth of each other's presence.
you pout up at him, delivering a playful slap to his cheek before sinking into his arms with a huff. "you're so mean."
katsuki chuckled deeply, the sound low and teasing. he didn't seem offended by your light hit, he seemed more amused by it.
"oh, please, you love me," he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest. he nuzzled into your hair.
his body relaxed somewhat as he held you. he couldn't help but marvel at how easily you fit against him, how well your body molded to his.
"i've missed having you in my arms, you know," he admires you, tugging a strand of your hair. "it's been... goddamn painful."
you bite your bottom lip, a deep sense of understanding in the sympathetic smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. you hold his gaze, knowing intimately the emotions that swirl within him. "i know, hon. me too."
the softness in his eyes is palpable as the pet name you had for him washes over him, a hint of vulnerability there that he rarely shows. he hides his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "honey, i never wanna let go of you again."
you raise an eyebrow, a cheeky grin on your face as you tenderly caress his cheek, your gaze locking with his.
"i'm not going anywhere."
he looks up at you, returning your grin. his lips then gently meets yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
"good. i wouldn't let you even if you tried."
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ was overwhelmed with how much attention the teaser was getting, EVEN ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS LIKED THE POST @cathnospam ILYSM YOURE MY HERO. feedback/constructive criticism is always welcome!! i was working on my thesis defense (accepted!!) while writing this so i apologize for the delay and if theres any grammatical errors^^ i am beyond grateful to all of you and i hope you enjoyed reading the epitome of me being horny for katsuki🥹🥹
Only the staff and the filming crew were to be noticed. The air smelled like oil, fried chicken and fries. The fluorescent lights buzzed above you, breaking the silence and casting that dull glow over everything.
You and Katsuki are already sitted at the table reserved for two people.
You see how he leans back in his chair, legs spread slightly, one hand hooked lazily over the backrest. His eyes stay on you, maintaining your gaze consistently.
“…You gonna keep staring, or?” he says, voice flat, but teasing.
You blink slowly, like you hadn’t realized.
“I’m just taking you in,” you explain yourself with a light smile.
His brow twitches at your reply and a small smirk could be seen.
“That sounds weird,” he scoffs.
“It’s honest,” you roll your eyes. “You look good, by the way. Did you put extra effort for me?”
“Hah, you wish.”
He looks away for a second, jaw tight, like he’s suppressing something— a smile, maybe.
“I’m glad you came,” you add.
His eyes snap back to you. “Didn’t say I wanted to.”
“But you’re here,” you raise a brow.
He exhales through his nose, shoulders shifting as he leans forward now, forearms dropping onto the table.
“…Yeah, the fans wanted it,” he sighs.
You tilt your head, studying him more openly now. He notices again, of course.
“I know you have a busy schedule— getting your ass kicked and all.”
His fingers tap once against the table. Then stop, red eyes already on you. He smirks, but it looks strained, like he is forcing it.
“You’re such a delight to be around, aren’t ya?” He narrows his eyes.
Your lips press together.
“I try my best,” you assure him.
“You do this with everyone?” he asks.
“Sit across from them in a chicken shop?” You raise a brow.
“Talk like that.”
“Like what?”
“Make fun of them,” he clarifies.
You hum softly, tapping your nail once against your cup.
“Do I?”
“You think you’re clever,” he says, watching you carefully now.
“I am,” you smile, the corner of your lips lifting slowly as you lean forward just a bit.
“Let’s eat, shall we?” You gesture towards the food, but your eyes don’t leave his.
Katsuki looks down, fingers brushing against the red chicken box. He opens it with a quiet flick, then takes a bite.
You watch him curiously.
His jaw tightens as he chews. Then he frowns.
“Well?” you ask, tilting your head slightly as you open yours, though your attention is still on him. “How is it?”
“Dry,” he says flatly, swallowing. “I cook better.”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head.
“Oh yeah?” you murmur, picking up a fry but not eating it yet. “What would you cook for me?”
Katsuki leans back in his chair. His arm hooks over the backrest again, but his gaze stays locked on you. A smirk pulls at his lips.
“What do you hate the most?”
You let out a breath through your nose, amused.
“Ha-ha. Very funny,” you say, rolling your eyes, but your smile lingers.
“You started it,” he reminds you, that smirk still there, eyes flicking over your face like he’s taking his time now.
“Fair enough,” you nod, finally taking a bite.
You set the fry down, brushing your fingers together lightly, then glance back at him.
“I heard you’ve been voted the sexiest man of 2026.”
“And the previous year,” he adds, lifting his chin slightly. “And the one before that… list can go on.”
You hum softly, looking at him like you’re unimpressed, yet your eyes give you away just a little.
“Wow… did they run out of options, or…?”
He lets out a sharp laugh, head tipping back slightly before he looks at you again, eyes narrowing with something more playful now.
“Oh yeah?” he says, leaning forward just enough for his elbows to hover near the table. “Who did you vote for?”
“Deku,” you shrug casually, reaching for another fry like it’s nothing.
“You like nerds?” Katsuki asks.
“Yeah,” you reply simply, meeting his gaze as you finally take a bite.
You chew slowly, then tilt your head again.
“What’s your type?”
Katsuki pauses for a bit. His fingers tap once against the table, then stop. His eyes drag over you, slower this time and he’s not even trying to hide it anymore.
“Someone who’s able to put up with me,” he says.
Your lips curve slightly.
“How am I doing then?”
“A little too good,” he hums quietly.
“I prepared myself,” you reply with confidence.
You lean forward just a bit more, resting your elbow on the table, chin tilted slightly in your hand.
“Are you good at flirting?” you ask.
He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head once.
“I don’t have to flirt,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips for just a second too long. “I’m Dynamight. That’s enough.”
You roll your eyes, but there’s a faint smile tugging at your mouth.
“Sorry, my bad,” you say, raising your hands in mock defense. “Are you single?”
“Are you interested?” he asks, one brow lifting slightly.
You point at him lightly, a knowing look on your face.
“See? You’re flirting.”
“And you didn’t answer the question,” he shoots back.
There’s a pause in which you hold his gaze, or do your best to.
Then—
“Of course I’m interested,” you say, tone light, but your eyes don’t waver. “You’re Dynamight.”
For a second, he just looks at you.
Then he lets out a low laugh, turning his head slightly as he shakes it, like he couldn’t believe how you used his words against him.
“…You’re something else,” he mutters. “What are you doing after this?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, studying your reaction.
“Oh?” you say. “Are you asking the questions now?”
He scoffs, but there’s no real annoyance in it.
“Clearly,” he replies. “Since you’re doing a bad job.”
You laugh.
“Then I’ll count on you to give me a tip after this,” you say, your voice dipping just slightly, enough to shift the meaning.
Katsuki’s eyes narrow a fraction.
“I will definitely guide you through it,” he says, just as quiet.
The tension lingers and neither of you moves right away.
Then, after what felt like forever, you lean back, exhaling softly as you glance towards the camera before looking back at him.
“Guess we have to wrap it up,” you sigh. “I don’t want to keep you waiting. Thank you for coming.”
Katsuki nods once, satisfied, as his eyes are still on you.
“Yeah,” he says. “No problem.”
He turns towards the camera as well, but not fully, just enough.
