#reader x dynamight

Dynamight / Katsuki Bakugou

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🥃💥 It’s well-known in Katsuki’s hideout that you’re not to be touched. Katsuki’s very own songbird.

🥃💥 Anyone that had broken the rule before, at least, anyone that had tried to break the rule was in turn, broken and then promptly gotten rid of. It was a rule that couldn’t be broken, Katsuki simply wouldn’t allow it.

🥃💥 The reason was that you were his. Not only did you sing for him upon his request, whenever he wanted no matter what; but you were also his woman. When you weren’t singing, your time was split between enjoying your free-time and enjoying your time with Katsuki in his office.

🥃💥 Sometimes Katsuki would even fuck you behind the mini-stage he had set up for you, where everyone could hear the two of you; though they wisely ignored it to continue on with their own business.

🥃💥 Another bonus to being Katsuki’s songbird and woman, was that if anyone upset you, you were allowed to do one of two things; firstly, you could go straight to Katsuki no matter what he was doing and have them dealt with. Or secondly, you could go to Katsuki’s right hand man, Eijiro Kirishima, who would also deal with them; but without interrupting Katsuki if he was busy.

🥃💥 Eijiro was someone that Katsuki trusted immensely, and because of that, he was the one that was in charge of keeping you safe if Katsuki was busy or if he had to leave to take care of business.

🥃💥 He would either stay by your side or organise the group that would keep tabs on you until Katsuki came home; something that used to irritate you until the time you were kidnapped and Eijiro’s precautions had you safe and sound within hours of being taken.

 It was impossible to tell how long ago it all started, all of the secrets, the sneaking around; the easily told lies. All to spend a few stolen moments with your prince and soon-to-be King; Katsuki.

 You were nothing more than a maid, brought in a few years ago because no one else could deal with the crown-prince’s temper. The job paid too much to turn down, on the condition that you could tolerate Katsuki’s anger and get your work done without him throwing you out; to achieve that, you had been given two week’s trial.

 Surprisingly enough, you had made it through the trial period with no trouble. A few arguments here and there, but nothing too terrible; apparently Katsuki’s mother had been impressed because you were given full time and extra money, weekends were your own to enjoy as a break from the short-tempered man and should you need anything, you were given permission to go straight to the currently ruling King and Queen.

 It had all begun with a kiss, albeit, an angry kiss; one of frustration and annoyance. That one kiss had stolen both your breath and your heart.

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 “Oi, wench!”

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 You let out a quiet sigh, lifting your head to address Katsuki as he opened his bedroom door with a deafening slam, angry glare focused on you despite how you were simply folding his clothes so that you could put them away as you always did this time each week.

 “Is there something I can help you with, my lord?” You asked the question even though you hoped the answer was no, gently setting down one of his now folded tops on top of the nearby table; stacked neatly on top of the others that you had already done throughout the morning.

 “Is it true?!” You raised an eyebrow as you moved to pick up another article of clothing, beginning to fold it as he stormed up to you. It was strange to see him so outwardly angry towards you, but then again, his anger was well-known throughout the land; you just hadn’t seen it directed towards you before.

 “Could you be a little more specific, my lord? Many things are true but unless you specify, I can’t help you” You kept your voice calm as you looked towards him, mindlessly folding his clothes. The task had become as easy as breathing air since you had first been employed, since you were Katsuki’s personal maid, the tasks you had were mostly repetitive and made easy to do without thinking too much about it.

 “You were offered another job!” You nodded slowly at his clarification, confusion forming on your features when he became visibly angrier; practically seething when his question was confirmed. It was hard to understand, given that you had turned down many different offers of employment. The best thing you could come up with was that he was angry to hear that he was stuck with you; however, given that he hadn’t seemed to mind your presence before now, that was hard to believe.

 “Is there a problem? I would assume that you would be happy to hear that I’ve got no intention of leaving” You could see the way his anger faltered at your words, a brief flicker of confusion darting through his gaze before he was standing in front of you; eyes narrowed in suspicion and disbelief.

 “You’re staying…? Weren’t you offered more than what you earn here?” You nodded slowly at his question, reaching past him to place the folded clothing on top of the pile; deciding that it would be better for you to wait until you continued on with your task. The prince was agitated, which meant that you should probably give him all of your attention until his anger passed.

 “If you were offered more, then why are you staying?” His question made you smile, having to bite down on your bottom lip to prevent the giggle that threatened to slip out; the last thing that you needed was to stir the already agitated prince. Otherwise, you might have to take up that offer of employment.

 “I’m staying because I want to. I like it here; the work is good and I believe in loyalty to the people that have done right by me.” You murmured out your response softly, standing up so that you were chest to chest with the prince; a pleasant smile decorating your lips, not a whisper of a lie escaping you.

 “I’ve turned down a lot of job offers since coming here, my lord…but may I ask why the sudden interest? How did you even hear about this to begin with?” You tilted your head in vague curiosity while he scoffed, turning his head to the side so that you couldn’t see his expression; agitation still made obvious by his body language.

 “Your new employer sent a carriage for you. Mother asked me to fetch you.” Your eyes widened at his words, disbelief filling you until he decided to look back at you properly; his expression alerting you to the truth of his words. Though, you should have believed him to begin with; Katsuki Bakugou never did anything that he didn’t want to and that included lying.

 He despised lies, that had been something that you had learnt early on during your two-week trial as his maid.

 “My lord, please believe me. I have no idea why there’s a carriage here for me, I declined the offer immediately. I have no wish to leave my home.” He raised an eyebrow the moment you said the word ‘home’, giving a slight nod of his head before reaching out to cradle the back of your head with his hand; his lips crashing angrily down against your own in a breath-taking kiss.

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 “Continue your work. I want to speak with you once I clear up this bullshit.”

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You moaned out softly, pressing your hands against Katsuki’s chest as he used his weight to pin you against the solid wooden door; his lips against your own and his hands gripping your thighs, lifting you against his hips.

 “Keep your fucking voice down (Name)” His instruction came out as a low groan of frustration while his lips travelled down to your jaw, sending welcomed shivers along your spine at the affection he was showering you with; he had been gone on a peace-treaty with his mother for a week.

 Clearly that had been much too long for the two of you to be apart.

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 “You make it sound easier than it is”

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 He snorted at your cheeky remark, nipping at your neck while his hands roamed your body, undressing you with silent skill as he went; leaving you as confused as ever. You never could understand how he had gotten so good at undressing you in such situations.

 “Yeah, well you know what happens if we’re caught. So, shut up already” He grumbled out the order, clearly dissatisfied with having to tell you to be quiet; unfortunately, it was a necessary part of your stolen moments together. If you were too loud and got caught, there would be consequences that the two of you couldn’t bear to risk.

 You moaned out quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as Katsuki buried himself inside of you, large hands going back to your thighs to keep proper hold of you while you squirmed in place; it wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time he had you against the door to his bedroom, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

 “You know, you always get so rough when you’re jealous” You whispered out the teasing words with a quiet giggle, gasping as Katsuki bit your boob firmly, his hips moving at a harsh pace that came hand in hand with Neito Monoma asking you to become his personal maid. Katsuki was a jealous man and that was made obvious whenever you happened to chat to someone that he deemed a threat.

 “You’re really bringing this up now?” Katsuki growled out the question, trailing nips and bites over your chest while you moved your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you with a stifled moan; your back arching from the pleasure that he sent racing through your body.

 “You’re the one that kicked Monoma out and dragged me away” Katsuki scoffed at your remark, keeping his head low as he thrust his hips, likely so that you couldn’t see the guilty expression on his features; it was obvious to the both of you that you were right, but having Katsuki admit it was a completely different matter.

 You whimpered out Katsuki’s name quietly when he brushed up against your sweet spot, the sound tipping him off and causing him to change the way he moved his hips; now hitting your spot with each hard thrust, your noises of pleasure beginning to grow louder as a result.

 “Better keep your voice down (Name)” You scowled at Katsuki’s taunting remark, moving a hand to tug at his hair roughly in displeasure before biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the cry of pleasure that had nearly spilled free. It was payback for mentioning Monoma, you knew that, but at the same time; it was impossible to resist teasing him.

 It was something only you could do without having him explode at you.

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 “You look so good like this…and all mine…”

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 Katsuki mumbled words made you smile as you rocked your hips down to meet his thrusts, a quiet moan managing to slip past your lips while he continued to fuck you against the door; not making nearly as much noise as you had expected it to make.

 “God…would you shut up?” You whispered out the request under your breath, trying your best not to cry out his name when he slapped his hand against your thigh, accompanying the action with a firm bite to the bruise that was already beginning to form from one of his earlier bites; more pleasure than pain.

 A quiet whimper escaped you as a familiar heat began to build up in the pit of your stomach, making it nearly impossible to focus on your goal of keeping quiet; as it always seemed to.

 “Oi, bite me if you have to…might not get as lucky as last time” Katsuki groaned low as he uttered the instruction to you, cursing out when you moved your head to bite down on his shoulder firmly; drowning the loud moan in his muscled body. Refusing to allow anyone but him to hear your noises of pleasure as your orgasm rocked through you.

 “Fuck…alright then” He growled out the remark under his breath, rolling his shoulder when you released your hold on him; instead riding out your orgasm with his thrusts, managing the bear with the pleasure-filled jolts that raced through your system while Katsuki worked towards his own release.

 Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait too long. Katsuki’s hips were already beginning to move at a rapid pace, his movement sloppy as his orgasm neared; burying himself inside of you as deep as he could moments later. His hot seed filling you.

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“…(Name)…?”

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 You looked up at Katsuki in alarm, eyes wide as your exhausted-self came face to face with your long-term boyfriend that was still half-dressed in his hero outfit; his baggy pants hanging low on his hips, a towel draped over his shoulders.

 Had it been any other time, you were certain such a sight would have killed you. Or at least come close.

 “Katsu…I didn’t think you’d be up” You spoke quietly, not having the energy to greet him with your normally bubbly self; it was late and after being away for so long, all you wanted to do was go to bed and cuddle with the grouchy man that you had fallen in love with.

 “Been taking late patrols” He grunted out a response as he moved to approach you, snaking his large, muscled arms around your waist before pulling you against his chest; engulfing you in a slightly too tight hug, burying his face against the crook of your neck.

 “Should’ve called, I would have picked you up from the airport” You smiled at his muffled words, slowly moving your arms around him and pressing yourself against him even more; enjoying the warmth that he radiated after what seemed to be a long night of keeping the town safe.

 “I missed you.” You mumbled out the words happily, giving an almost inaudible squeak when his hold on you shifted; going from holding you close to lifting you up against his hips and making his way through the house despite the look of surprise you gave him. Vaguely unimpressed with the sudden action.

 “You look like crap” You scoffed at his remark, resting your head against his shoulder since you didn’t have the energy to argue with him about how mean it was to say something like that after not seeing each other for a month.

 “Gee, thanks. Love you too Katsuki” Your remark made him snort in amusement while he kicked the bedroom door open, not bothering to shut it while he approached the bed; moving to lay you down on it with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

 “Shut up and stay there, I need a fucking shower…” He trailed off as he stepped away from the bed, watching you warily for a moment before sighing and leaning down; pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

 “I’ll be back in five minutes. Then you’re not leaving my arms til I say so! Got it?”

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 You took a deep breath, carefully wrapping the wounds of the sleeping man in front of you; doing your best not to disturb his troubled slumber. The angry blonde had woken up a few times during your treatment so far, each time he was even more angry than the last, though he had been too exhausted to do much more than curse at you half-awake before passing out once again.

 Applying the finishing touches on his bandages, you let out a quiet sigh of relief now that you were finally done with the initial treatment; his unconscious form barely twitching beneath your helpful touch. It seemed like he wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, probably due to how he had exhausted himself when he had woken up earlier; thankfully, he was in a stable condition.

 So, while he might be weakened for quite a while. He would live.

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 “Hey! Who the fuck are you and where the fuck are we!?”

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 You raised an eyebrow as you walked into your cabin, mildly amused by the sudden and very loud outburst from the barely sitting man that you had found a week prior. It was interesting how much energy such an injured man could find, but if he continued on as he was, you were certain he would do himself more harm than good.

 “Calm down, before you open your wounds.” You spoke softly as you closed the door to your cabin, moving to put down the freshly gathered herbs on your messy table before making your way over to your bed and pushing your hand against his chest; forcing him onto his back once more.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing human? Do you even know who you’re fucking with?” You sighed quietly, waiting for him to stop talking as you sat on the edge of the bed, gently prodding along the area around his wounds; frowning at the sharp intake of breath he took. You had hoped that by the time he had woken up, that most of the tenderness would be gone, but it appeared that you had been quite wrong in that regard.

 “Stay down for the moment, your wounds haven’t healed as much as I would like…and considering how deep they were to begin with, it’s not up for debate. If you move, you might cause your own death” He narrowed his eyes at your words but obeyed them none-the-less, staying in place when you got back up to your feet, moving towards the herbs that you had gathered earlier; you could use some of them to make a numbing mixture, but the problem with doing that was you were sure he would ignore the needs of his body simply because he couldn’t feel his pain.

 “Now, to answer your questions in order…my name is (Name), you’re in my home and my bed recovering from your injuries that I have been caring for, as for what I was doing, I was making sure you wouldn’t kill yourself with stupidity. I am most certainly not a human, so watch your tongue before I remove it…and no, I don’t know who you are. You’re just a person I found deep in the forest, bleeding out.” You paused what you were doing to think for a moment, nodding to yourself once you decided that he hadn’t asked anything else before moving over to another table, placing the herbs beside your mortar and pestle; not quite ready to begin mixing.

 “What are you?” His question made you glance over your shoulder in his direction for a moment, observing him before moving for your jug of water, placing it beside your herbs before putting some of the herbs inside the mortar; beginning to grind them up with the pestle steadily.

 Answering the man’s question could go either way for you. He could either accept what you were and the help that came with it; or when you allowed him to leave, he could bring back a mob and you would have to move. Again.

 “Are you going deaf or wh—”

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 “I’m a witch.”

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 His silence was unnerving, the only sounds you could hear belonged to the crunching and scraping of herbs in the mortar and your shared breathing. Even a sound of disgust would bring you comfort at this stage, anything but the silence you had to experience.

 “Dragon.” You blinked at the sounded word that came out of his mouth, deciding better than to glance over at him this time and merely continuing on with grinding the herbs that would lessen his pain.

 “I’ll be done in a minute. This will numb your pain but you shouldn’t move too much yet, even with a week’s worth of rest, your body isn’t ready for movement” You mumbled out the words softly, a smile tugging at the edges of your lips. For a dragon to reveal himself even though you had been under the impression he was a human was a great show of respect and vulnerability; much as it had been for you to do the same.

 “Why are you helping me?” You hummed softly in response to his question, tilting your head to the side before turning your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow; as if the answer should be obvious to him. Though he wasn’t watching you, instead, simply staring up at the roof of your home; an agitated expression on his features.

 “Why wouldn’t I? You’re injured and I can help, that’s all the reason I need.” You turned your head back towards the task you were doing, adding in some of the fresh well-water from early in the morning before going back to grinding it in with the herbs; making a paste.

 “I wouldn’t worry too much about it you know, as I said, I’m a witch…and that means I’m well aware that the human rumours about dragons; how you’re all children eating monsters that worship the devil. I know that it’s nothing but lies and slander, you’re safe in my home and your only job is to rest and recover.”

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 “Tch, really? What about your repayment? What do you want?”

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 You rolled your eyes as you set the pestle down, picking up the mortar and some nearby bandages before walking over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it so that you could tend to his wounds with ease.

 “Bold of you, dragon, to assume that I care for any kind of repayment.” You ignored his annoyed look, carefully unwrapping his bandages with more care than you had taken to put them on; now that he was awake, he could feel anything you did to him and the last thing you wanted, was to put him through more pain than he was already in.

 “Well, I’m not gonna just let you fucking help me for nothing!” You narrowed your eyes when he began to move about, flicking his forehead firmly before he could push himself up into a sitting position; uncaring for the curse that spilled free of his lips.

 “You’ve not got much say in the matter! You have nothing I want and even less that I wish to hold you to. This is not a debt dragon. This is a kindness, now let me do what I need to unless you would rather lay here in agony!” He went silent at your hissed out words, looking away from you as you continued to unwrap his bandages; clearly seeing no point in arguing with you while you were tending to his wounds.

 “That’s better.”

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 “You’re back? Again?”

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 Katsuki scoffed as he landed near your modest cabin, large wings folding in close against his body before he began to shift into his smaller, human form; uncaring about his naked state after the transformation.

 “You have some kind of a problem with me making sure you’re still breathing? Little witch?” He bit out the somewhat harsh response as you held out clothing towards him, a light smile tugging at your lips when he took the clothes without argument. In truth, you didn’t mind his little visits; however, they did cause any village in the area to come looking for the dragon.

 “Not really…but I hope you realise that I have to move after each of your little visits, Katsuki.” He rolled his eyes at your words, pulling on the loose-fitting clothes before walking past you towards the cabin you called home; different to the last time he had found you but similar all the same. It still smelt of you, that frustratingly addictive scent.

 “Then you should come home with me already!” His grumbled shout made you blink in surprise, turning to follow his moving form with your eyes; soft laughter spilling free at the surprisingly sudden offer.

 “Come home with you? Really? That’s your solution?” You followed after him with your questions, trying to be somewhat casual while he fumed to himself, kicking your door open with a low growl before turning to face you; eyes narrowed.

 “You have a fucking problem with my solution?!” He all but snarled the question while you stood there, staring up at him with a calm gaze and a smile on your lips; even years after your meeting, he still came to check on you regularly.

 There were times when you would find furs with bags of supplies by your front door on your way back from gathering herbs and on those visits, the humans were never troubled enough to go looking for him. Which told you that he made them in his human form.

 Other times, you would be in a nearby village, gathering things that you needed and couldn’t get on your own when you could swear that you caught glimpses of the angry dragon king; and then there were times like now, were he would make a big show of coming to see you.

 When he wanted you to know he was here for you, when he would inspect your state of living with barbed questions and snarky remarks of concern. All visits ending with the same offer; a place to call your own permanently, though he hadn’t ever been so direct with the suggestion. Today had been the first time he had said the words to your face.

 “Well?” Katsuki growled, pressing you for a response while you shook your head, the action causing him to clench his fists; clearly unhappy with the decline.

 “You’re such a short-tempered thing, aren’t you? Fine then, I’m tired of moving homes” You stepped past him as you spoke, catching a brief glimpse of his shocked expression; doing your best not to laugh at the wide-eyed look he wore.

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 “Wait…what?”

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 Katsuki followed after you cautiously as you stepped over a few of the warm furs he had brought you over the time you had spent in this cabin, littered about everywhere as you had been finding new spots to sleep as of late.

 “What sort of place do you live? Ah, I wonder what kinds of things I should bring with me this time…” You trailed off, mumbling to yourself before gasping when Katsuki turned you violently to face him; clawed hands holding onto your arms tightly despite how gentle he was trying to be with your much more breakable form.

 “You’re coming with me?”

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