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︾ synopsis: Being an intern at the Jeffersonian was always a dream for you and it had finally come true. The job itself was a breeze for you, but one thing constantly lingered in the front of your mind.
After moving to the city you decided to congratulate yourself with a celebratory drink, but the night had changed into heated temptation. While working with the squint team you come face to face with a very familiar looking man, the sexual tension between you both unbearable until one day you finally break.
︾wc: 833 (so far)
︾TW: MDNI | 18+ | Sexual Content | Strong Language | Suggestive Themes | Eventually SMUT | injury | death |
: ÍĚâ CHAPTER INDEX
Prologue
Part 1 (tba)
Part 2 (tba)
More Chapters To Be Added Soon...
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god it must suck to have your ex-fiance buy the lot right next to your bar. and wow it must really suck if your shipments keep getting mixed up, and so you have to keep knocking on his restaurantâs back door. and then he opens the door with his ridiculous compression sleeves and fitted cap, one hand on the door frame and one hand on his hip.
plus it must just be awful to have him start coming in every night looking to buy a beer. and you wouldnât want to deny him, because ultimately you are getting paid, no matter how smug his smile is. and then youâd randomly find a packed meal on your bar as you get ready to open for the day, with his stupidly attractive handwriting.
and god it must feel so awful to start actually enjoying when he walks in through your barâs back door. to feel your heartbeat skip a beat when he offers to take over for your cook that called out sick. and then you head back into your barâs kitchen and he feeds you some of the best katsu youâve ever tasted. and you kiss and you can feel your stomach twist, joy and disgust mixing in one. it must feel so bad to feel so conflicted about osamu miya.
warnings: implied female reader in one ss but otherwise gender neutral, message screenshots, random character mix, use of pet names, quick post (not really this was over the span of a few days,) ooc?
notes: thank you for the likes on my last 2 posts (tokyo revengers and yakuza) :) im making a introductory / pinned post soon, let me know any feedback in inbox .⌠ÝË
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What do you mean âchatâ is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
synopsis: (bakugou just wants you to let him into your world) bakugouâs got a question to ask you whilst youâre getting ready for the club
tags: situationship au, pro hero!bakugou katsuki, phd student!reader, suggestive, fade to black smut, flirty, feelings, always yearning bkg, reciprocation(?), emotionally constipated reader, yn smoking n drinking mention
notes: this can be read as a standalone but this is part of my situationship bkg masterlist GREYSCALE !! title because yn is a 360 party girl and these guys are just going in CIRCLES.
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bakugou katsuki is only here to drop off your keys that you left at his apartment the last time you were together. luckily, your roommate was home to let you in last time otherwise he would have driven all the way back to give them to you.
but thatâs all bakugou is here for. this wasnât a planned âhang outâ or his name scheduled on your calendar to work around your studies and part time job. though it is saturday and bakugouâs free tonight⌠he wouldnât say no to a cuddle on the sofa with your arms wrapped around him, watching a shitty movie as he tries to drag details about your past out of you.Â
when you open the door to your⌠situationship, itâs times like these where bakugou even forgets you both have these unanswered bubbles above your heads. you place a hand on his neck, stretch on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth. itâs such a sweet welcoming kiss that his heart rattles against his ribcage. then youâre flattening your palms along the ironed shoulders of his plain white tee like itâs natural to look after him, even if itâs an excuse to feel him up. now, youâre chatting to him excitedly, in a way heâd find annoying if anyone else did.
it feels as if heâs been swept away in a sandstorm. unexpected, all at once and words spinning at him fast.
âthank you for dropping them off! i didnât wanna wake up my roomie getting back late tonight.âÂ
bakugou throws your keys in the little bowl you leave by the door till he realises what you said, then what youâre wearing. he definitely canât make this an impromptu hangout, youâve already got plans.
with this tiny denim mini skirt on, one that reveals your shiny legs and heâs sure that if you move too fast itâs gonna tug up and reveal your ass cheeks. bakugou grits his teeth.
then the top youâre wearing, this pretty patterned light piece thatâs sleeveless and shows off your chest. your breasts are lifted and plush and heâs seen them bare so many times that heâs wondering how the hell youâve got them like that. theyâre also shiny, oil catching the light of the lamp and making them glisten. bakugou exhales out of his nose.
then when he really pays attention to your face, you look a little different, more enhanced. dark black eye makeup. smoky with a wing and it makes your eyes look sharper, intimidating, fuck⌠sexy. even your eyebrows are thicker and youâve got this dark pink blush on the apples of your cheeks. itâs when he looks at your lips with this coloured gloss that bakugou feels like heâs crumbling away while his lower half tightens.
heâs never seen you dressed up. heâs taken you out on dates sure, but not dates that require you to dress like this. a casual restaurant usually. you both have been so casual that your relationship doesnât really extend past your homes, unless it includes him dragging you to eat a rice bowl with him after you just had a long shift.
bakugouâs next breath is shaky, his hand combing through his hair, âwhere are you goinâ?â
you smile, excitement clear in your face. âour favourite dj is playing in an event in the city. we got these early tickets months ago and itâs finally tonight.â
we being your nosy little friend group. âwhoâs the dj?â
you list one off to him and he nods, storing this information at the back of his head. maybe he could book this person for your birthday? fuck, maybe thatâs too much.
bakugouâs hand drifts to your waist, heâs just about to comment on how you look but as he drags you in to press your body against his, you pipe up again.
âalso, sorry to be a pain but do you think you could drop me off? the club is on your way home,â and you have the audacity to look shy when you ask, hooking your ring covered finger into his belt loop.
âcourse. youâre never a pain, câmon now,â he grunts like youâre silly. then, with his finger running down the hem of your top, skimming the soft skin of your breasts, âiâve never seen you dolled up before. yâlook gorgeous.â
bakugou believes itâs a defense mechanism that you roll your eyes whenever he compliments you. like you refuse to acknowledge what his words actually mean to you. in fact, itâs his words that make you untangle from him with a squeeze of his bicep.
âthanks, i try sometimes,â you joke. you point to his shoes, âtake these off and come with me.â
bakugou perches himself in your rocking chair in the corner of your bedroom because if anyoneâs gonna have one of these old wooden things, itâs you. you once told him someone left it outside their house and you carried it all the way home. bakugou frowned and stated âthatâs stealinâ babe," to which you laughed, âno, rich boy. people leave stuff they donât want outside for anyone to pick up all the time.â
heâs lucky he even fits in the chair and it can hold his weight. heâs not allowed to sit on your bed with his outside jeans on. bakugou eyes the books on the table to his leftâ textbooks relevant to your phd, then your laptop, screen open but shut down.
âdid you finish your presentation? want me to check it over?â you ask him to do that sometimes because heâs actually âsmarter than you thought.â your words, not his, usually said not meant to sound mean but it is just a little.
youâre cleaning your ears with a cotton bud, bouncing around your room like youâre in a rush. bakugouâs not sure why considering the event will probably finish at 6am.
âno, itâs okay. iâve checked it so many times i could probably recite it backwards.â
he hums in response. heâd actually just like to see it, he enjoys learning about whatever topic youâre currently studying. but now heâs between education and looking at you pulling off your top and holding up another one.
ââtsuki, which is better? this one or the last one?â
youâve got a padded push up bra on. thatâs the only reason why he can reason why your breasts look like that. itâs enough for him to want to stroke one out, right here in someoneâs dead grandfatherâs chair while you rummage through your drawers. he blinks.
âyour tits look fuckinâ insane, baby.â
a word he saves for when nobody has clothes on, when youâre whining in his neck, ass cheeks slapping onto his thighs. it means you know how heâs feeling immediately. your eyes drift to his jeans, which is tented just enough to be noticed.
âkatsuki! pay attention. which one do you prefer?â
âtry that one on fâme.â
you do, shuffling the top on as to not mess up your face or hair. you donât want to be his girlfriend, youâre not ready or some shit. but he gets some taste of the lifestyle with you. like you checking yourself out in the mirror, pouting unsure. then you walking over to him so he gets a better look.Â
but you being closer means another chance to touch, his large palm drifting up your thigh and pinching the bottom of your ass. you yelp, swatting his hand away but he only takes that as a chance to link your fingers, swinging your hands back and forth.Â
bakugou ignores your question, cocking his head to the side. your skin heats under his piercing gaze, staring at you from top to bottom.
âwhen people talk to you tonight, are you gonna say youâre single?â
you know that whatever this thing is you have with bakugou katsuki will last until he gets tired of your bullshit. your cutting around the corners, avoiding certain topics. itâs in this moment that you realise usually heâs good at ignoring the elephant in the room until jealousy and possession appears. the possibility of someone taking his place.
you canât even imagine someone else being who he is to you. even though youâre scared of letting him that power, giving yourself to him completely. it feels as if youâre still in that grey area where he can leave now with no strings attached. but itâs all false, thereâs so many red strings connecting you both, so many that soon someoneâs going to get strangled.
âwho says anyoneâs going to talk to me?â
bakugouâs sat like he owns the building, legs spread and arms on both rests. whatâs worse is that he could afford your building if he wanted. itâs a goddamn wooden rocking chair heâs sitting on and yet it looks like a throne under him. ever the guy to leave his house with only his phone, keys and lip balm. donned in a simple white tee and black jeans. your attraction to bakugou is above physicalities at this point but oh, the physicalities. heâs gorgeous with his eyes in suspicious slits, a new scar across his eyebrow and now a hand coming to grab your thigh so you sit on his lap. your skirt is so short that you both know your underwear is completely visible to him.
âmaybe if theyâre fuckinâ blind they wonât. donât play dumb with me.â
youâre perched on him, still holding his hand. itâs intimate in a way that scares you. especially when he levels you with a stare that demands honesty, like youâre holding his heart in your hands, depending on your answer.
you huff, looking at your magazine rack on your shelf. he left one in your bedroom when he was here last week. itâs a menâs health one and youâve got no business having a menâs health magazine but the man himself was on the cover. smirking, shirtless holding a sparkler between his fingers. you love the image but you hate that the world has seen him how you see him. not that he holds sparklers in your room but smirking and half naked? thatâs your katsuki. this part of bakugouâs fame, while you barely have 300 followers on instagram, is odd and very new. anyway, you tucked it behind a magazine cover of your favourite singer when you knew he was on his way.
âi⌠i wonât say iâm single.â you say under your breath, finally meeting his eyes.
bakugou hums like you gave the correct answer. itâs rare you get him like this, so sure of himself, almost cocky with it. he scoots you by your ass further down his legs. then he places his free hand on your hip, his fingers spread to squeeze.
âwhatâre you gonna say?â
âiâm seeing someone. which i am⌠you.â
his smirk resembles the one on the magazine, resting his head back on the chair and peering down at you through his dark lashes. he rewards you by dragging you to his lips with a peck that slowly turns into your tongues brushing against each other and him sticking his down your throat.
he keeps it slow on purpose to taunt you, you know this, but still you lean into it. your head tilts and youâre grabbing the top of the chair right by his head as he slouches, right before you know it, lustful wet kisses become you grinding on his crotch.
âthat was the right answer, baby.â he groans between kisses, grabbing your hips for stability with every rock of your hips.
âyou wouldnât have let me out of your sight if i said anything else.â
he chuckles, deep and gravelly, âdamn right.â
after a quick fondle and three orgasms between you both later, bakugou demands you change your jacket to your warmer winter one.
âbut this one is cute! some would even say cunâ,â
âyouâre gonna freeze.â
âiâm not paying for the cloakroom and youâre dropping me off so iâm not even gonna be outside.â
bakugou squints his eyes at you, crosses his arms over his chest. heâs standing at your front door like a bodyguard and you donât have vip access.
âyouâre the one standing here in a t-shirt!â
âyouâre tellinâ me you have no cigs in your bag? youâre not gonna be in the smokinâ area?â
god forbid a girl likes a cigarette in one hand, a drink in another and good music in the back. you fling your head back in a groan.
âstop knowing everything!â you snatch your keys to plop in your bag and bakugou grins like a maniac. he likes the idea of knowing everything about you.
âpuffer jacket, baby. if i was insane iâll tell you to put jeans on to keep warm but i love your legs too much to say that.â
especially when they were over his shoulders a second ago.
âthen you should also know you canât tell me what to wear,â you huff, âiâm keeping this jacket. you can pick me up after if you care so much about me being warm.â
bakugou plops on your chair to tug his boots on. he feels like he won with that response, âi can pick you up after. just text me.â
he sounds so final. as if itâs a fact that he will be there.
âoh⌠i didnât mean that seriously,â you mumble but heâs already up, kissing the corner of your lips because you just touched up your makeup. you look like a doll, showing more skin than clothed while he looks like heâs about to strip and head to bed any moment now. doesnât he wake up at stupid oâ clock? heâd be dropping you back home and then heading straight to work.
âi did,â he swings open your front door, letting you scoot out first with a pat on your ass. youâve got away with your little jacket. âtext me when youâre almost done. iâll drop your friends home too if they want.â
heâs might be pushing the limits here, an inch further into your life. making himself useful so everyone likes him more. maybe if he gets your friends on his side, you will follow after. first impressions, right?
âiâll see, katsuki. we usually just get the bus.â
you sound blunt but you slip your hand into his when he shuts the door to your apartment.
âstop fuckinâ with me. iâll pick you up,â he lets go of your hand so his left holds your left across his body and he can swing an arm around your shoulders, âby the way, whereâs your roommate?â
youâre overwhelmed with his affection, though you canât say you hate it. not at all. you inhale his scent, worn and tired after a long day at work. part of you considers turning back and cuddling this hunk of a man into your creaky old sofa.Â
âi think sheâs with that guy she went on a date with? she only comes over to get more clothes. means iâm gonna have the apartment for myself for a while.â
youâre grinning up at him, flirtatious with your long lashes as he walks you out your building. despite everything, bakugou still burns at the fact heâs not officially yours.
âweâre gonna have a marathon. we donât have her tellinâ us to shut the fuck up.â
your gasp turns into bubbles of laughter as he opens the door to his black porsche.
âso inappropriate.â
âmovie marathon, babe.â
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synopsis: bakugou just wants you to let him into your world
notes: minors dni, suggestive, awkward, prohero bkg and phd uni student reader, constipated feelings, class differences, something different n random n short, i like putting bkg with difficult women!
greyscale now has a masterlist!
âmy roommate doesnât like it when you stay over for more than two days in a row.â
bakugou sits on the edge of your bed, just having put his white underwear back on. itâs somewhere around morning time he thinks, perhaps eleven am? staying in your flat, being in your space, thrusts him into your orbit, your time zones and your world.
he doesnât know why exactly he likes it here, in your two bedroom apartment with your roommate he never sees but he could try to explain.
âare you kickinâ me out?â he tries to make it come across playful but insecurity seeps through.
bakugou rests his elbow on his knee and places his head in his palm as he twists over to look at you. sleepy eyes, face neutral. youâre standing, in his t-shirt that lays mid thigh on you, opening up the curtains. he doesnât understand the concept of waking up late, opening the curtains only to fall back into bed. do you have underwear on under his t-shirt? you stretch up to yank the curtain, the circular metal part that holds the fabric getting stuck on the pole. bakugou doesnât move to help you but now he knows youâre completely naked underneath.
you laugh, stilted, a little awkward. âno, iâm just saying she said that. the water and electricity bills are expensive.â
once you've got the curtains drawn, you stare outside the window for a moment. the buses along the road, the independent food businesses and a mini supermarket at the corner. then you potter back to your double bed and lay down again, looking over at bakugou.
bakugou went from having a privileged life as an only child with two upper middle class parents to a privileged life living alone in a penthouse in the city centre without much time to adjust to adult life. not like you did. as soon as he finished school he was given agency offers and six figure brand deals. getting paid as a pro hero is easy, sponsors always are asking for his services and he gets pretty big bonuses from the commission for being in the top five consistently. he never had to be considerate of a roommate or of his water usage.
you were only two years younger than him, a student doing your phd and somehow it feels like youâve lived so much more than him despite having worked in all the continents and being able to afford anything heâs ever wanted. your bedroom was proof of it.Â
bakugou studies your trinkets along your shelves, tiny little detailed figurines in little outfits, some larger ones of your favourite characters. a hand painted porcelain animal set and vinyls hung across your wall. every book spine is a different colour, none the same shade as the last. when youâre in the shower he loves to read a blurb, a romance book to a psychology one to an art book. youâve got postcards and cards stuck to your wall, from your friends, your family and your own travels. your room breathes life in a way his whole greyscale apartment just doesnât.Â
you have the nerve to make life look easy, just laying on your bed at midday in his t-shirt.
âi fuckinâ know bills are expensive, yn.â
bakugou doesnât though, not in the same way youâre counting cash at the end of the month and selling your boots online to get by. you just have to quirk your eyebrow at him and he grunts, fluffing up his bed head and crawling back into bed with you. back at his penthouse he would have started his day at five am, already showered, been to the gym and been at his agency doing paperwork.
âiâll send you money if you need it. i can order breakfast in for us,â bakugou mumbles under his breath, caging you into him with both his forearms by your head.Â
youâre so beautiful on your striped pillow case, every scar and blemish visible on your face. the neckline of his shirt slightly hangs off your shoulder and bakugou doesnât think before he kisses it.
âwait, that wasnât even the point. just that she didnât sign up to have a man hanging around here half of the week,â you inhale sharply when soft lips linger on your neck, slowly drawing a line upwards to behind your ear.
âiâll be gone before sheâs back. sheâs got a lot to say when iâve never fuckinâ met her.â
âwe can feel your masculine energy change the vibe in the house. why else do we burn incense in the hallway?â you giggle and if it wasnât for the laugh bakugou would have taken you seriously⌠he thinks you partly still are. his crotch presses against your stomach, but no one does anything about it.
bakugou sighs deeply, forehead resting on your shoulder though he still planks over you like the weight of him would crush you. he could just invite you over to his place, none of this would be an issue but heâs always drawn to your flat on the outskirts of town, where itâs quieter during the day and louder in the evenings. where he can see a polaroid strip of you at every age starting from thirteen. bakugou sets a mental reminder to get plants for his own home but the thought of having to throw away a dead one deems the whole idea pointless.
your laughs die down and bakugou lifts his head to stare at you. the shape of your lips, the sleepy creases around your eyes and the light hickey bruise on your neck from last night. he stares for two seconds too long before your tone changes. your body gets a little stiffer like he was so close to breaking down one of your walls and you built it back up just in time.
youâre frowning at him, a little crease between your brows and your eyes sharp.Â
âwhat? whyâre you looking at me like that?â
he met you through that celebrity dating app, otherwise you would have never crossed paths. you only got on there because your friendâs cousin referred you.
âlike what?â he slurs, biceps thick and tensed at your head.
bakugou can imagine being infiltrated into your room. a photo of him and you in the thrifted frame by your bed. his new menâs health cover in your magazine rack out for display. even his new figurine that came out last month, he would give you one to put on your shelf. but you always have him on the edge. the edge of your life, the edge of you.
he hears you on the phone to your friends when he arrives early to see you. everything about you is more open, smile a little larger and he always ends up hearing a random fact about you that he didnât know before just from eavesdropping. lily pollen allergy, noted. when you have a quick conversation with your roommate in the hallway and you get through five topics in a minute. then to him you share just as much as you want to. nothing slipping through the gaps. your personality, your personhood is surrounding him in your room but youâre still not quite letting him in.
âlooking like i did something wrong.â
bakugou shakes his head as your hands rubs along his bare sides, then his muscled shoulders and then you hold his cheeks. he doesnât know what the fuck to do about you.
âyouâve not done shit wrong. just that⌠for fucks sake.â
heâs not fond of the tall green vine plant in the corner of your room. it always feels like it will become conscious and swipe at his ankles.
you pout a little, dragging your thumb over his eyebrow, softening bakugou out so his next words come out smooth.
âwhat katsuki?â
âyou know i like you, right? i wanna properly date you. introduce you to my friends, meet my ârents?âÂ
you nod in slow motion, eyes like a scared rabbit. this is what bakugou doesnât know about you. the fear with commitment. where the fuck does it come from? youâre okay with your parents and siblings. youâve had a boyfriend for three months, two years ago. is it him?
âspeak, baby. you look terrified at the idea,â he breathes.
âi know you like me and i do like you, i like what we have at the moment.â you say, keeping your tone light, tilted.
bakugou groans like you whipped a wax strip off his legs, hanging his head over yours and then rolling off you.Â
âitâs like pullinâ teeth with you. what the fuck is it?â he flattens his palm over his face, roughly rubbing his eyes like everything will be clearer after. âdid someone hurt you or somethinâ? do you not want me?â
âthatâs three questions, katsuki.â youâre facing the ceiling, hands clasped over your chest.
never did he think heâd be attracted to someone as emotionally constipated as himself, though he knows youâre not. he hears how you are with your friends, you tell him how you tell your friends everything.
âtell me what the issue is and i can fuck off after.âÂ
telling a man your insecurities is like feeding wagyu to a dog. he eats it up, uses it later to bring you up and tear you down. your issues are a classic. another man ruined you, broke your heart and youâve always struggled to come up from it. youâre not trying to be so depressed again, not over a fucking man. you can imagine how much worse the pain would be, coming from one as gorgeous and inescapable as bakugou katsuki, number 5 hero. if you date and end horribly youâd see him in your house, in your dreams, on the billboard across the road. you give him enough so he doesnât bite.
âiâve just got lots of uni work to do at the moment, all due in the upcoming months and i don't know if i can take on all of that and the pressure of a new relationship. what we have now is easy, âtsuki.â you sniff, laying on your side, resting your elbow in your mattress and head in your palm, âask me another time when life has quietened down.â
bakugou doesnât know how much he buys that excuse. youâre busy with uni and your part time job but you still have time for him and your friends. how much will the added boyfriend label change your life? he sinks his white teeth into his plush bottom lip, fascinated at how your eyes donât give anything away now.
heâs got mountains of paperwork constantly, a week long mission abroad to plan for and the hero commission is up his ass for how he handled a situation last week. a photoshoot tomorrow and a brand dinner in the evening. his life is busier than yours and he can find ways to fit you in because he wants to.Â
âfine,â he cocks his jaw, blinking at you. bakugou gets ready to sit up again, roll out of your bed, âiâll shower and be out your space.â
you nod, pleased with that conversation.
ânot yet though. she will be back in a few hours.âÂ
bakugou lets you pull his shoulder so heâs back laying down as you climb to straddle his waist. your crotch is bare on his toned abdomen, face a blossomed flower with your small smile like you're shy to get what you want from him. the shyness is faux but he plays into it because it gets him hard.
your palms are flat on his pectorals, fingertips brushing over his nipples before sneaking up to squeeze at his shoulder muscles. you sigh in bliss, running your thumb across the scar on his cheek.
âwhat do you want?â bakugou mumbles, eyes half lidded. aroused. he can see your nipples poke through his t-shirt youâve got on and youâre chewing your lip like youâd rather be chewing him instead.
âiâŚ,â you trail off, reaching behind you to grab at his cock beneath his underwear. his hips jolt up without warning, attempting to thrust in your palm, âi want you.â
not exactly the context he wants those words in but heâll take it all the same.
âtake the top off. sit on me.â
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how far into the 'relationship' is katsuki and greyscale!reader? like how comfortable are they with each other outside the bedroom? let's say reader had a bad day, maybe something's gone wrong with her dissertation, and it's weighing on herâ does she vent to katsuki on her own accord? when katsuki goes thru a hero burnout and secretly wants her comfort, does he feel like he can ask for it openly? can they both just reach each other about major upsets or minor inconveniences in the day without having to go through an aneurysm just to send a message about it?
i wanna eat u for sending me a grayscale ask. so many questions. i am willing to answer them all. i am thinking theyâve been dating (a few dates, mostly hanging out at your apartment and having sex) for about three months now. bakugou knows he wanted you to be his girlfriend from the end of the first month but he could tell you werenât on the same level as him yet. from when greyscale itself happened i feel like thatâs the end of the third month, how he definitely knows for sure he wants more from you. then that valentines drabble i did is perhaps 4-5 months in! what im about to say is between 3-5 months id say.
this is bakugou being grumpy with burnout but i'm willing to do a reader one too!! i'm making a masterlist for these. love a masterlist. greyscale masterlist
1.9k â BURNOUT â a greyscale insert.
but first, bakugou, whoâs had a rough shift thatâs just a massive snowball of a rough few weeks. who feels grateful that you texted him if he wants to come over. usually itâs always him asking and currently he doesnât have it in him to beg.
so he turns up to your apartment, not even having it in himself to stand up straight. leaning against the doorway in an oversized branded black jumper that makes him look bigger than he actually is and these thick expensive grey joggers. he looks like casual luxury today, the type of luxury you only know because you look for it for less than half the price in charity shops in the wealthier areas.
he doesnât greet you with a smile when you open the door but he does with a simple compliment.
âyou look pretty.â
youâve got your leftover makeup on from the morning which you decided to keep after he replied to your text. paired with a fluffy snoodie and basketball shorts. nothingâs matching from your face to your house slippers but the comment makes you bloom all the same.
âthanks katsuki.â
bakugou closes the door behind him, drops his keys on a porcelain plate painted with blue horses that you and your roommate use to remember your keys.
you can tell heâs not his usual self. making a comment about something. be it the parking in your area or that he sees youâre using the non stick pans he bought you.
âyou okay?â you ask as he cards his fingers through his hair.
heâs got this deadpan look on his face. like heâs got botox inserted everywhere and can barely move besides the crinkle between his eyebrows every fifteen minutes. heâs all pent up and he knows this isnât the place to share how he feels. instead, he can live in this in-between state with you.
ââm alright,â is all he manages before he slams his face into yours for a kiss.
you know your bodies so well, that itâs pretty easy to get riled up. he just has to sneak under your snoodie to pinch your waist, you just have to tug a tuft of his hair by the crown of his head.
itâs all enough for moans to tumble out and the air to thicken.
âyour roommate home?â he mumbles in your ear, sucking your earlobe as heâs about to tug off your clothes. way too many layers for whatever heâs about to do to you.
ân-no. sheâs on a date.â
âhm. good for her.â
instead of dragging you to your room, the room that only makes bakugou yearn for more, he settles for less. lifting you to plop you on your living room sofa.
youâve got a small flatscreen tv that you have to connect to a dongle at the back to make it smart with all those apps. thereâs board games and card games under the wooden coffee table and piles of blankets of different themes slung over the sofa. a halloween one, a christmas one, a fluffy beach one. who needs a fluffy blanket during the summer? beach balls and sun loungers pictured all over it. it just pisses bakugou off more.
heâs got his teeth nibbling your neck, before he yanks off your snoodie to leave you in a white vest. youâre laying across the sofa, legs wide enough for him to slot himself between.
you can tell somethingâs up. if not his few words, itâs how impatient every action he makes is. itâs a harsh movement to separate your thighs. heâs leaning more of his body over you than usual and itâs suffocating. the bites on your neck, they feel like they might draw blood.
âwait, wait,â you say, grabbing his face between both hands to hold him above you.Â
youâre surprised to find him panting, scarlet pupils shades dimmer than usual.
âwhat?â he presses his crotch over yours, the thin layer of your shorts doing nothing to protect you. it almost makes you want to ignore the clear problem in the room because you know how good he can make you feel. though it doesnât feel right.
âare you sure youâre alright? youâre not acting your usual self.â
bakugou doesnât have enough fingers to list everything thatâs bothering him recently and you cover at least three fingers. he just wants a release of it all, in any way he can.
he sighs, grinds against you again. âi always come over with my dick hard. whatâs the issue now?â
that makes you blink, push him off you and thereâs a space between you both on your three seater sofa. youâve never dealt with bakugou katsuki anything but his usual grumpy self who loves to be here and wait on you. heâd follow you around your little apartment listening to what you say, buy ingredients to just cook in your kitchen while you watch. youâve snuggled in your bed to watch a movie on your laptop more times than you remember. although, all those times ended in sex, it just sounds awful putting it like that.
bakugou understands your reaction immediately. youâre cringing away from him, tilting your head confused like heâs an essay question you donât want to start.
âsorry, i justâŚâ
you both have never climbed this fence. this isnât who you are for him, as much as he wants it to be. if he opens this door to his life, who says youâd even walk through?
but youâre pawing at his chest as he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.
âjust tell me whatâs up. then we can go back to normal.â
bakugou wants to. he wants to confide in you, hear your resolutions on his week, he wants you to wrap him up in a cuddle even though he knows once he feels it from you, heâll crave it every time.
âworkâs been shit.â he grunts, staring straight forward at your old fireplace thatâs surrounded by candles you and your friends have collected. thereâs also a pile of books beside it that heâs going to move later. fire hazard.
you respond in all the way he wants. a small purr in sympathy, rubbing his chest like heâs a baby that needs to be burped. you even rest a leg over his lap to be as close to him as possible.
âwanna talk about it?â
he flings his arm around your shoulder, looking down at you to find you looking up at him. he rubs his eyes so hard he sees stars after.
âkatsuki⌠or i can put something on for us?â
itâs not in your job description to be caring for him like this. heâs not sure if youâre pretending to care so you can continue having sex without him acting like a rabid animal in heat.
âno, just the commission is on my ass for a bunch of shit. iâve got a goddamn mission coming up next week, a new publicist and we havenât got any new info on the target since last month. on top of that, iâm just exhausted. donât have it in me to give a fuck about anythinâ.â
you nod through it all, your arm draped over his chest in half a hug. you surprise him when you peck his cheek softly.
âsounds like you need a day off. itâs like youâre in writer's block at the moment.â
bakugou half laughs, âheroes donât really get days off, baby. constantly on call.â
you sigh petulantly, âthen you need to find a way to let this all drain out of you day to day so you can come back to it with a fresh head. when i have writers block i just consume whatever i need to write in another way and then go back to it.â
for him thatâs practicing his special attacks, doing research before giving it to his team. itâs called talking to someone about it so it can leave his system.
âis that what theyâre teaching you in university?â heâs trying to mock but it just comes out a tired breath.
you kiss his neck, âyes they are. who else has pissed you off, dynamight? i know thereâs a few people on that list.â
your eyes are expectant, your thumb massaging his bicep. he wants to list you first. that he wants you to be his girlfriend, for you to trust him but youâre still not up for it. another roundabout reason for him to wait while you get your cards in order. whatever that means.
so bakugou sinks further in your sofa thatâs way too soft from wear and hugs you into his chest.
âif you let me start, iâm not gonna stop until you kick me.â
âlet me hear it.â
the blonde goes on a rant that would probably scare any normal person off. how he damaged a building beyond repair and commission is angry at him. how thereâs an issue that they want to drop him on hero ranks but the public still keep voting him high. how his publicist he recently hired pisses him off and wants him to be kinder? what part of his job role requires him to be kind?
that makes you laugh, âyouâre kind to me.â
âwell yeah, thatâs because youâre myâŚâ
the air gets colder in the room and bakugou cannot find a word for it. you refuse to have a label.
âwhatâs he like?â you fill the silence.
âshe. she follows me around in events. wants me to wear my hero colours more. iâm not wearing an orange shirt to a fuckinâ charity event. sayinâ i need to stop swearinâ in press interviews but if youâre talkinâ to me, you know what youâre gonna get.â
you shrivel up, biting your tongue for whatever stupidness thatâs about to leave your mouth. the sound of another woman around your katsuki. it sounds like one of those forced proximity, enemies to lovers, romance books you love to read. you want to push her into moving traffic. heâs not even your boyfriend.
âjust fire her. youâre literally four on the charts through public opinion. why do you need a publicist?â
he takes what you say, completely missing the jealousy that seethes through you. âkaminariâs got one. said she helped him.â
âyeah because he needed it,â your hand is on his cheek, âyou donât. the people like you how you are. canât change on them now.â
âyeah. youâre probably right.â
itâs a few seconds of silence but itâs not awkward. itâs a comfortable cuddle on the sofa. bakugou feels lighter, closer to you too.
âhave you eaten? i can whip somethinâ up for us.â
you shrug, âiâm not hungry yet. do you feel better now? youâre not gonna claw my clothes off and bite my ear?â
bakugou flushes, a deep red diluting his cheeks to match his eyes. âi was just pent up. i shoulda went gym and punched shit before i came here.â
you adjust to straddle his lap, âitâs okay, just tell me next time so i can prepare for the pain.â
his hands sit on your thighs and slide under your shorts to your ass. âyou liked it?â
âunder the confusion, somewhat.â
bakugou grins, his first one for tonight as you begin kissing down his neck, your hands tugging the hem of his jumper.
âoff.â
he listens, because the only thing heâs sure about is that doing what you tell him keeps you happy and around. keeps him happy too once he shoves away his wants, that will only rise to the surface soon.
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GREYSCALE MASTERLIST , everything is on the greyscale au tag.