#dynamight x reader

tenya iida !

eijirou kirishima !

denki kaminari !

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.

Masaru wasn’t the least surprised by how his son was acting. He had always been stubborn and held high expectations. Masaru walked over to his omegan son. He sat down next to the ash blond. He brought his soft hands over to Bakugou’s chin and lightly tilted it to look over back at him. Masaru looked into his son’s eyes and he could see what most could not. Shielded behind defensiveness and thick tall walls was fear and anxiety. This wasn’t the first time they were for him. No Alpha had seemed to meet his son’s requirements and if they did, he never met theirs.

Masaru brought his forehead against his sons in comfort, a soft purr escaped him, trying to calm down his nerves. “I know it’s scary… I know you don’t want to entirely do this… but go into this with an open mind and an open heart. You won’t truly know unless you try.” He advised.

Bakugou took a deep breath and released it through his nose. His eyes were closed. He nodded his head. The only person he would ever be outright soft for and listen to was Masaru, a male omega who birthed him and knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. He let out a soft chirp in thanks, it came out a bit deeper than he wanted it to but Masaru was more than eager to have it. Masaru smiled.

The door opened and walking into the room was Mitsuki Bakugou. She had a smile on her face as she stood next to the agent. She had her arms crossed across her chest, seemingly in approval. Bakugou’s eased expression turned into his signature scowl.

“Now, Katsuki.” The agent spoke with a smile on her face, she had a silver tray in her hands with different covered packages that all looked like wrapped packet of tissues. “You know how this works. We’ve got three Alphas scents here for you to try today.” She walked over to Bakugou. Masaru stood up to stand next to Mitsuki, on the other side of the room, giving their son space. The agent placed the tray in front of him on the coffee table. She took a step back with her clipboard in hand ready to document any reactions from Bakugou. “You can start whenever you're ready.” She stated.

Bakugou looked down at the three wrapped packages in withdrawal and hesitation. He spectated the three of them. He first picked up the one on the farthest left. He unwrapped the brown wrapping paper, revealing the black handkerchief used for Alphas to scent. Bakugou picked it up and sniffed it slightly. Immediately his nose rejected the scent making him sneeze.

Mitsuku rolled her eyes and Masaru tried to hold back a chuckle. Bakugou coughed and put the handkerchief back in its wrapping. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t even want to consider that one.

Bakugou turned his attention to the one on the furthest right. He picked it up and unwrapped it. He sniffed the black piece of fabric. At least this time his senses weren’t attacking him. He spectated the piece of fabric. The scent wasn’t bad, it just didn’t hit him in the right way.

Made him feel annoyed.

Masaru and Mitsuki starred in hope for this one. The agent watched Bakugou carefully, she could tell he wasn't going to approve of this one. He grunted, rejecting it and putting it back. Masaru still stayed hopeful but Mitsuki was expecting her son to flat out reject everyone in this building.

Bakugou was getting annoyed now. He never did like Alphas scents, most of them overbearing or too weak. He snatched the final one on the tray. Before he even lifted it to his nose, something was different. His omega got roused. Scratching at him to take a deeper smell at the scented silk item. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in speculation. This was new for him.

He lifted the cloth with both hands, carefully. He lifted it to his nose and took a sniff. Then another. Then another. He wasn’t sure what it was but this one didn’t smell bad. Didn’t give him an angry or annoyed reaction. He closed his eyes and took a deeper inhale. It smelled so comforting yet so unique. It was strange. It was warm and yet held its own freshness to it. He felt restless and yet comforted and calm. His pupils grew as he stared down at the black silk fabric.

For the first time in his life he allowed his body to get affected by an Alpha’s scent for more than just a split second in a positive way. His heart felt like it was picking up and his throat felt like it was starting to restrict. He liked it. He really liked it. His inner omega already deciding that this scent would go so well with his caramel one.

“So?” Mitsuki asked him, taking him out of his trance.

He looked up at his parents and then to the agency worker. He frowned once more. He placed the silk down on the tray, despite what his Omega was begging him to do with it. To scent it back. “I don’t hate it.” He let out begrudgingly.

Masaru’s eyes lit up. Mitsuki turned to the agent. “That’s as good as you’ll get out of him.” She told the woman, Masaru nodded in agreement.

The agent laughed. “Alright. Katsuki,” She walked over to the blond. She handed him a small box with a white handkerchief and wrapping paper. “May you scent this for me?” She asked him.

Bakugou took the box and did as he was told, while the agent took the tray away from him. He rubbed his wrist against the soft white fabric, not feeling very eager to use his neck to scent something yet. His inner omega was disagreeing profusely. He made sure that the fabric was properly doused in his scent before handing it over to the agent who came back into the room.

“Great.” She clapped. “Now let's see if it’s a match.” She walked out the room to head over to where the Alpha was.

“Katsuki.” Bakugou looked up to his sire. Mitsuki looked at him with a hopeful look. “That’s the first one you accepted.”

Bakugou scratched behind his ear in disinterest. “So?”

“So?” She mocked him. “This could be the one. Wouldn’t that be great!” She placed her hands together as she looked at her Omega.

Masaru nodded his head in agreement. “Oh Katsuki, I hope this works. You could finally settle down, and have a nice comfortable life.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living just fine without an Alpha. I don't need one to be comfortable, old hag.” He sneered.

Him and his mother began to bicker like they always did. Masaru wasn’t surprised about this but it wasn’t their screaming matches at home anymore so he wasn’t bothered by it. As the two blonds bickered and argued with one another the agent came back. She gave Masaru a firm nod telling him what was to happen next.

“Katsuki.” Masaru turned to his son with a bright smile. “They’ll meet you now, if you wish.”

Bakugou didn’t need an explanation on who ‘they’ was. He sat up straighter and hesitated to give an answer. He looked up to his Dam and nodded his head. “Alright.” He let out.

Masaru gave him a reassuring nod. He turned to Mitsuki and took the shorter blond with one hand. “We’ll be just outside the room, don’t worry.” Before Mitsuki could say anything about the matter, Masaru pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The silent room made him anxious. He looked down in worry. He wondered if he was doing the right thing. There could be a chance that you both had compatible scents and that it wasn’t meant to be. It made him anxious.

He was never the traditional omega, always being loud, abrasive and aggressive. Beating down Alphas to prove himself and show his worth. Bakugou had been a living contradiction to his own secondary gender his whole life. He was wild but his inner omega was tame. Yet, sometimes fighting that contradiction got tiresome.

It did get tiresome for a while.

Not saying he was going to bend over and present in submission for whoever this Alpha thought they were. He was still himself. But maybe he would take his dam’s advice and go into this with the intention of later.

The door opened and you walked in. You closed the door behind you and turned to face the room. You met Bakugou’s gaze. His crimson red eyes were sharp and intimidating, looking you over as if you were under a microscope being studied. A smile spread to your face, you knew who he was, anyone with access to the news knew of the great Omega Hero Dynamight.

Up close however, he radiated another level of attractiveness. As much as he always held that angry scowl on his face unless at photoshoots, he was still undeniably a beauty. He had built up muscles and a hard stature for his hero work but there were points to him that just didn’t stop from being voluptuous, like his chest and hips. He had eyes that seemed painted on with a gentle stroke of a paintbrush and skin as flawless as soap.

The top Omega hero that was compared to the likes of All Might.

“Morning.” You greeted.

Bakugou was silent for a moment. The smell of your savoury scent now becoming present in the room. It was making his Omega salivate in want. It certainly approved of you. Bakugou inspected you. You were around his height, not taller nor shorter. He approved of how you looked, finding you attractive. You caught his staring a slight raise to your right eyebrow.

Bakugou grunted and looked to the side, his face becoming warmer. “Mornin’.” He greeted back roughly. He internally wanted to slap himself in the face for sounding like he needed to clear his throat.

However you didn’t seem to mind. You walked over to sit on the one seater in front of him. You fell back easily. You extended a hand across the table. Something told you, you would have to put in a bit more effort with him, but you didn’t mind. Your Alpha told you it would be all worth it in the end. “Y/N.”

Bakugou glanced down at your hand and back up at your face. He turned his body to properly face you. He extended his arm and met your hand. His warm hand gripped yours, even with hero work and training, his palms retained a soft feel to them due to his sweat. You found his hands pretty. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You both shook hands, ignoring the slight tingling you both felt up your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bakugou.” You told him honestly. You let go of his hand, not wanting to overstep, despite wanting to keep his hand in your hold. You leaned back against the couch, your legs spread naturally. You noticed that the blond didn’t seem to smile much. You chuckled. “I’m guessing your parents put you up to this?” You asked.

He grunted giving you that as your answer. You laughed not minding his lack of words. Bakugou found that intriguing.

You didn't find the way he seemed hesitant or less outward disrespectful or wounding. “I get you. My dam was getting worried about me, saying that I needed someone in my life.” You explained.

Bakugou’s nose scrunched up slightly at the familiar words. “My stupid old Hag thinks the same.” He scoffed. His gaze towards you turned into a glare. “I don’t need someone in my life.”

He wanted to slap himself across the face right then and there. Masaru told him to be open and to go in there with an open heart, yet here he was shutting things down before they could even properly start.

You barely even noticed his glare, finding it cute more than anything.

You leaned forward and poured a cup of water. “Of course you don’t.” You stated immediately. Red crimson eyes widened as he looked up at you. You were a strange Alpha that was for sure. You offered him the first glass you poured. His hands felt sweaty and fidgety so he decided to take it, grunting out a thanks. “You’re a very successful person.” You elaborated as you poured yourself a cup of water. “You seem in a comfortable place in your hero career, you are clearly an independent soul and no doubt could have anything you wanted if you wished for it.”

Bakugou took a sip of the water you gave him, a slight waver in his grip. Your analysis on him was quite spot on and made him nervous. You made him nervous. Made him feel like his head was underwater and he was suffocating. “Then why the hell do you think I’m here?”

Your smile turned more into an amused grin. You shrugged. “Why is anyone here?” You asked.

“Don’t use your fucking riddles on me.”

You almost spat out your water with a laugh. Seeing you laugh made his lips tug up in a small smile. Something deep inside of him happy to know he made you smile. You leaned back as you calmed down. “Sorry, sorry. What I meant to say is, we all don’t want to be alone. That’s why we’re here. Not because we need to but because somewhere within ourselves we want something and hopefully we can find this something here.” You motioned around the room.

Bakugou took in what you said. He hummed in agreement. “I agree.” He let out softly. That in and out of itself was something weird for Bakugou to admit. You could tell that he was acting a bit out of character but not in a bad sense. He had you intrigued. He cleared his throat when he felt like your eyes were on him too much.

He noticed that you liked his body, your eyes not straying too far from it. Normally he would have slapped an Alpha for such an act but not with you. He felt bashfully, a surge of confidence a bit at being looked at. His omega was more than happy to know that you approved of him. The uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen returned, making him shift as he crossed one leg over the other. He needed to get a better grip of himself.

“What do you do?” Bakugou asked. “Other than coming to pairing agencies.”

You chuckled at what he added after the question. “My family owns an insurance company that specialises in hero and villain related accidents.” You told him. You motioned your glass to him before tilting it towards your lips. “You make me a lot of money Dynamight.” You told him with a smirk before taking a sip of water.

Bakugou found it hard to swallow at the way you said his hero name. His thighs tensed as he pressed his thighs together.

His face didn’t change however in hiding most of his emotions. “Do I?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Indeed.” You started fiddling with a pillow beside you. “What do you like to do outside of hero work?” You asked him.

“Cooking.” Bakugou could not believe he just blurted that out without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow intrigued. He covered up his flustered expression with a frown, but it came out more as a pout as his cheeks turned pink. “It’s calming. If I wasn’t a hero I would probably want a restaurant somewhere.”

“Family friendly or high end?” You asked him, genuinely wanting to know.

He was quiet for a moment. “A little bit of both. Somewhere that has a certain level of pristine to it but also a place where families, packs and pups can go.”

“You like community? Family?”

“Yes.”

You were silent. You shifted the pillow over your lap as you finished the water in your glass. “That’s good to know.” You spoke more to yourself than to him.

Bakugou quickly realised the hidden meaning behind that. He prayed to the heavens you couldn’t smell his slick or how his scent was no doubt sweeter. He could barely believe what he was going to say. “You know I don’t do the whole traditional we both meet each other, announced paired and move in together bullshit. Especially anything with being some bride to you now.”

You nodded your head in understanding. “Thankfully.”

“IF and only if I decide to, you would have to court me.” He stated with a harsh stance. “Obviously.”

“Till I say so.”

“As it should be.”

“I am not some Omega that’s going to fucking suck up to you and call out to you like a fucking kitten.”

“Damn I hope so.” You looked out the window. “What’s more sexier than an Omega that can handle themselves?”

Your words made Bakugou blush. His cheeks turned pink and so did his ears. He looked away from you with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t supposed to like what you just said. His Omega wasn’t supposed to be practically yapping out to try and prove themselves to be a good mate to you. His Omega wasn’t supposed to want to force him to go down on his knees and present for you. He was supposed to be stronger than this, yet, he couldn’t calm the racing of his heart or the way his insides called for you. Your smirk broadened ever so slightly as you finally noticed the spike in caramel and cinnamon to his scent.

Bakugou let out an attempt of a growl and placed the glass cup loudly down on the table, but not with enough force to break it. He stood up and folded his arms under his chest, elevating them. He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his waist nicely, focusing on how small it was.

His eyeliner suited his eyes as he glared down at you, his heeled boots giving him a sense of superiority to you. “Saturday.” He stated. “11am. I like horseback riding. Red Lily’s Equestrian Park.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise that he was initiating this. You stood up and placed your hands in your pockets. Suddenly you were both standing face to face. He was slightly taller than you due to his shoes but there was no doubt you were both the same height roundabout.

You thought over your schedule. You gave him a firm nod. “Done. Do you like picnics?” You asked him.

He hesitated. He tried his best to keep his neutral expression. He shrugged. “I don’t hate picnics.”

“Cool.”

“I don’t like flowers, but I do like plants.”

You chuckled. “I see. What about jewellery?” You asked him.

He huffed, trying to ignore the heat up his neck. “I don’t hate jewellery.” You hummed in thought. “So I guess that means you’re a rider.” You stated, your eyes glinting with something mischievous. The look you were giving him made his throat close up and his stomach twist into knots. You shrugged. You looked him up and down, straying on his thick thighs for a second. “Suits you.” You looked him back in his eyes. “Saturday. 11. Horseback riding. Picnic. No flowers but maybe plants or jewellery.” You confirmed with him.

He nodded. “Think you can handle that?” He asked you.

You chuckled and turned around. “I can handle what you throw at me, Bakugou.” You opened the door to the room and sent him a glance. “See you then.”

You left the room.

Bakugou was silent, his body felt like it was going into overdrive and like he was about to crash. He looked down at the ground, his grip on his biceps hard. Any second longer in the room and he probably would have dropped into preheat. Then the realisation struck him.

He was being courted by someone.

“So?” Masaru asked as he peaked his head to see inside at his son. “How did it go?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

Bakugou was silent. He moved and strutted out the door, his head held high and his face emotionless.

“Saturday.”

╰┈➤ ❝ [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."

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