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justanobodywriter · 2 years

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Hate Sex

Katsuki Bakugo

Cw: female bodied reader (no pronouns used), reader does wear a dress, alcohol, use of doll, veginal fingering, degredation, penetration, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, lots of hate mentioned but it's sexy hate, male and female orgasm, no protection used

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It had been years since you had seen everyone again. You couldn't have been more excited... well, you could have if they didn't invite him.

"Come on, we're gonna miss the Uber," Mina whined at you.

With one final look in the mirror, you smoothed out your dress, and slid on your heels, "Ok, I'm coming."

She practically pulled you from the apartment and down to the street. She had the idea to get an Uber to and from the small bar that you all had decided to meet at. It wasn't often you all could get off and meet up. More or less on a day where everyone could have a couple drinks and let loose.

The car ride was short lived and filled with Mina making conversation with you about anything and everything. She lived next door to you, so she was just about the only one who you kept in touch with... well her and some of the boys who would frequent her apartment for movie night.

"Why don't you seem excited?" she asked suddenly, as the car halted.

You smiled, "It's just been so long since I've had to interact with him. Just a little worried he will bring his sour attitude with him today."

"He's not so bad," Mina giggled.

The two of you exited the car in style to be met with half the class outside standing and greeting one another. You both walked over to join them, giving hugs and telling everyone about how much you missed them all this time.

"Hey, I heard Tokoyami got us the VIP section reserved, let's get inside," Denki reminded everyone.

Tokoyami always was cooler than anyone gave him credit for back in the day.

"He must be inside," you groaned to Mina.

She just waved you off and continued catching up.

Sure enough, as soon as you entered the VIP section, he was sitting at a table with Kirishima and Izuku, looking uninterested as ever.

At least we have that in common you thought to yourself, as parties like this weren't really your thing.

You greeted everyone inside, stopping at Bakugo. You looked him up and down as he stood before you.

There always was an arrogant air that radiated off of him that seemed to not be as strong. However, he himself was very strong. He was large in the chest as he always had been, and much more muscular everywhere. You thought that the TV didn't do his physique justice.

You stretched out your hand which he scoffed and, yet still shook it.

"Been a while, Bakugo," you smiled.

"Sure has," he spoke, removing his hand from yours quite harshly.

"Who wants shots?" Mina asked, in a sing-song voice as she came walking to the table with two trays filled with shots.

You walked over and joined everyone in taking a celebratory shot. After the first shot and toast, everyone went to get drinks and more shots.

You got your signature drink and then plopped down with Momo, Ochaco, and Shoto to catch up. Everyone made their rounds to different tables to get to talk to one another. One drink became two that turned into three. One shot became two and three and then four.

The fourth shot, was a jello shot in a small cup. Everyone took them together.

You couldn't help but look over to Bakugo who effortlessly, pressed his tongue into the cup, sliding it around and then removing all of the jello in one fell swoop.

You practically choked when he looked at you to make eye contact as he chewed the jello and swallowed it. He rolled his eyes at you and then turned away to talk to everyone again.

Shit, why was that so hot?

You tried to move on with your night, but found it hard when all you could think about was his tongue and being down-

"Hey, whatcha drinkin'?" Izuku asked with a large smile plastered across his face.

You smiled up at him and gave him your drink order. He quickly went and retrieved you one, seeing as yours was empty.

You realized when he came back that you had been left at a table alone.

"Here, it's on me," he smiled.

"You didn't have to do that," you scolded.

"My treat," he shrugged.

You took a sip, enjoying a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you. It had been a busy and social night... more than you were used to... or liked.

"So, can I ask what you're doing after this?" Izuku asked. "Or is that too forward?"

You giggled, "My you sure did get confident in your old age. It isn't too forward. I'll be going home by myself to my nice empty apartment."

"M-maybe I could-cou-well maybe I could-" he stammered out, face turning a bright shade of red.

"Hey, you gonna dance with me?" Bakugo asked, shocking both you adn Izuku.

He had appeared out of nowhere, just being right next to you with an outstretched hand.

The situation was left awkward as you sat looking up at him, "Sure."

You took his hand and let him lead you off to the dance floor. There, he spun you to face him. His hands gripped tight around your waist. He moved the both of you to the beat.

Alcohol swirled through your veins allowing him to move you as he pleased.

"What's the deal?" you finally asked. "I thought you hated me."

"I do," he shrugged with a smirk. He leaned into your ear, and lightly bit your earlobe. "I hate how sexy you are. I hate how long you've made me wait to have your slutty little cunt. Gonna let me have it tonight?"

You were a bit shocked, but something about the way he was growling in your ear, sent a shock straight to your core.

You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him back to look at you, "Think you can handle me?"

He smirked, "Oh, doll, I don't think you can handle me."

Tongues and teeth fought for dominance as clothes were stripped and discarded around the apartment. It had taken too long to get there.

Bakugo had fingered you in the backseat of the Uber while you palmed him through his pants the whole way back. It was killing you both not to have each other now.

"Hate you so much," he breathed, while leading you to his bedroom. "Always hated you. You always walked around so pretty, in those little skirts. Always killing me. Always better than me. Can't take it. Gonna make a mess of you."

You let out a squeak as he pushed you back onto the bed. Your legs on either side of him spread wide. He was just looking down at you.

He pulled his boxers down, to reveal his large cock.

He didn't give any time or warning before pressing into you, quickly. He pounded his hips against yours. His pace was ungodly quick and eager.

"Fucking hate you," he grunted out.

It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. You reached down to rub your clit, but a harsh smack was laid to it instead, by a hand that wasn't your own.

"Little slut can't even wait to cum?" Bakugo mocked. "You do as I say, got it?"

You nodded, biting your lip and whimpering.

You wanted to hate his words, but they just pressed you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yeah, that's right, take it, you slut," he spat.

Your head pressed back into the pillows impossibly hard. It was too much. You couldn't take it.

"Please, let me cum," you begged.

He chuckled as he brought his fingers down to pinch at your clit. He swirled around it and gave you the stimulation you needed to clench around him. Moans and profanities left your lips as you came undone over him, but he didn't let up. He kept going at a pace that was inhuman and continued to work at your clit.

"Give me another," he growled at you.

As if on command, you came undone again around him. It was all too much. There was a new pressure building up in you. Finally, a clear liquid covered his cock and lower half.

"That's it, cum all over my cock, slut," he grunted.

His hips began to falter as he leaned over you, attacking your neck and chest.

With only a few more thrusts, he came deep inside of you, coating your insides with his seed.

Without another word, he got up and cleaned you up, even taking the time to get a wet rag and clean you.

When he was done, you got up and began searching for your clothes.

"What are you doing?" Bakugo snapped, confused look plastered on his face.

You rolled your eyes, "Leaving."

Before you knew it, strong hands were pulling your clothes from you and throwing them across the room. He took your hand in his and lead you over to the bed and pressed you lightly down and in before climbing in after you.

"Just stay here," he spoke, cuddling up with you.

You giggled, "Bakugo, you don't have to do this."

"It's Katsuki," he said, disregarding your protests to stay.

You let yourself calm and cuddle back into him, letting out a content sigh.

"Besides, why leave when we can go for round two," you heard him snicker behind you, already feeling him get hard again.

You were in for a long night.

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aaakikoo · 1 year

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ODDLY SPECIFIC BAKUGOU KATSUKI HEADCANONS BECAUSE WHY NOT ?

warnings -> cursing

an -> check out pt2 & pt3 ! This is part 1

1. Loves intense back scratches? Don’t ask why, no need for questions. He loves getting his back scratched intensely after a long day, would also grunt and moan sometimes 🤭

2. Cooks without a shirt. I mean this is a pretty obvious one. He loves to wear sweats and only an apron, no shirt underneath, just because he can and he will tease you. (Likes to show off his tiny waist)

3. Does magic tricks with cards. He learnt how to do magic with cards only to impress you and to also add another talent to his many others.

4. Extra black coffee in the mornings.

5. He likes to roll his wheel chair dramatically in his office when someone enters it. He would like face rhe big glass window and when someone knocks in and he tells them to get in, he would swing his chair and look them dead in the eyes, (drama queen)

5. Very ticklish. I can’t explain it but o feel like he would be very ticklish, especially behind his ears, his knees and his armpits.

6. Has crystal white teeth.

7. Doesn’t use the 1 in 3 men’s shampoo. I feel like he has a whole routine Yk? Shampoo-ing his hair 2 times before he applies conditioner to the ends. Lastly body wash and he is done.

8. Skin care routine! I feel like he would have oily skin, so he would use more plant based moisturisers. And he would also wear face masks on his me-days.

9. Sweet tooth.

10. Has this one style that I cannot really explain what it is, and I also don’t know the name. But Yk when those boys wear like baggy jeans, but not too baggy that it would hang down their ass. With like Dr. Martens boots and a white wife beater and a big sweat jacket. Exactly that. Also don’t forget silver rings. But I don’t think he would over use them, maybe one on the right thumb and one on the left ring finger (👀)

11. Doesn’t like odd numbers. Idk.

12. Big mama boy in secret. He loves his mom so much🫣

13. Really fucking good at chess, he’s just born with it, that man is perfect.

14. Likes to listen to people’s drama in secret, would listen to your friends drama and then discuss and laugh his ass off about it with you.

15. Fav colours: black, red and dark green.

16. Collects expensive ass perfume.

17. Calls his car ‘his girl’

18. Wouldn’t mind giving, yes GIVING his friends money, not BORROWING but giving his friends money when they are in need of it, but if there is a real reason ofc.

19. Can speak multiple languages. Japanese, English, Spanish, Korean, (broken) Arabic & Portuguese for some reason?

20. Has an excellent hearing sense.

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ectologia · 3 months

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♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ bullying ﾉ pussy wedgie ﾉ wedgie ﾉ fondling ﾉ pussy inspecting ﾉ public indecency ﾉ humiliation ﾉ profanity

Bully Bakugou and how poorly he treats everyone around him.

He’ll shoulder barge and shove his way through the halls in between periods, curling his lip into a snarl if anyone dares address him as he stamps on their toes. He’ll wring his bag straps in between his sweaty palms, intimidating on lookers when they see tendrils of smoke billowing from the charred material, evidence of his brewing temper. The significantly weaker students fall prey to his avarice, cowering in fear as he picks them up from their ankles and shakes them like fish in a bag, chuckling with a “thought ‘cha said you didn’t have any on ya’?” as dimes of silver and bronze bounce out of their pockets and onto the floor. He doesn’t need their lunch money, he’s got plenty of cash, but he just can’t help himself from laughing when he drops the poor things right on their heads, brushing his hands clean of them as they cry out when their skulls meet the concrete with a cack.

In class, he’s no better. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not stupid by any means. In fact, he’s top of the class in most of his lessons, academically at least. But as always with Bakugou, when things get too easy, he gets bored. And when he gets bored, he gets destructive. Spit balls become scrunched up paper, then pencils, then mechanical pens, then compasses. It’s only until he inevitably gets scolded for almost impaling somebody from behind does he blow up. Swearing isn’t uncommon, along with the snark and name calling. On most occasions he’ll exit with a dramatic push of his chair, chucking it onto the floor before slamming the door shut, storming out with a murmured “fuckin’ old cunt” before flinging his bag against the lockers with a resounding clang, while he waits to be escorted to withdrawal.

Excluding his tight knit group of close friends, most tend to steer clear of the abrasive blonde in fear of losing their heads.

Apart from you, of course

He finds you to be a funny little thing. Like a mouse up against a bear when you turn to yell at him, cussing him out in front of everyone when he smushes you up against the wall during transition. The first time, he was only stunned. Shocked, to say the least. That one, somebody had actually dared stand up to him. And two, that that somebody happened to be a teensy little pipsqueak in a skirt and knee high socks.

He’s intrigued by you from the get go, wanting to know who you are, where you’re from, why he’s never seen you before. And soon enough, that interest begins to twist into something a little more than dangerous. Passionate, if you will.

A pattern arises, a schedule that he rarely deviates from. At break, he’ll elbow you into the lockers with a snide remark about your appearance. Lunch, he’ll barge his way into the food line, conveniently just a place ahead of you, always turning with a harsh side-eye when he picks up on your croons and complaints. After school, you’d write as the worst. An inconvenience that his route is not too different from yours. The jeers and shouts always come, along with the trash and rocks getting kicked up at your knees. And sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly devilish .. He’ll touch you.

He’ll touch you in all those harsh ways, grab your shoulder, ball the hem of your skirt in his greasy fists before hooking a thick, beefy bicep around your neck as you splutter. Whispering with hot, smoke ridden breaths into your ear as you scratch at the expensive watch clasped around his tanned wrist.

“Hey, squirt.”

“What do you want now, Bakugou? I need to go home.” You push at his arm, your feet clashing beneath you as your soles slip and slide over his shoes, rolling your ankles with uneven footing.

The rickety brush of gravel fills the otherwise desolate drive, a sound you’ll forever associate with moments like these.

“Yeah, I know. I gotta’ talk to you ‘bout summin’ first though.” His chest puffs against your shoulders, the sharp scent of sandalwood cleansing your nostrils with it’s acidity.

“What?”

He spins you around, face to face and toe to toe, looking down on you despite the fact you’ve had him by the balls since day one. “Fuck was that look today?”

“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point, still with that same dumbfounded and foolish expression, the one where your brows curl and your mouth gapes. He tells you you look stupid like that, but god knows it’s the most adorable little face he’s ever seen.

“That bitchy little side-eye you gave me in math.”

“I didn’t side-eye you.” This time, it’s your turn to barge him. Shoving past with a grimace as you swing your bag onto your other shoulder, making haste — only to be swept back again.

“Oh yes you fuckin’ did.”

Your bag is torn off of your back, left swinging between his fingers.

“Hey, give it back!”

In a split second decision, you lunge at him. Like a panther, you pounce, scratching and clawing at the brawny arm that shields you from your belongings.

He drops it on the floor in favour of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over and bowing you down until your forehead meets the pavement, digging loose stones into your skin. You look like a dog baying for scraps, crumpled at his feet by the scruff of your neck. His calloused digits squeeze the delicate tendons in your neck, making you yelp out a squeal.

“Now, listen here you little shit.” He squats down over you, the baggy pouch of his crotch practically resting atop your head. “Next time I see you give me a filthy fuckin’ look like that, I’ll punch your fuckin’ lights out. Got it?”

His words are spat with venom and sharpened to a point, giving no room for disagreement.

“Mhm.”

You assume this is your cue to get up, poising yourself on your hands and knees — up until an odd, tightening sensation tears through your middle. You squawk, snapping your head up with wide eyes like a skittish rabbit as the plain of your panties thins into a skinny strip, sinking into the pudge of your pussy lips and wrapping around your clit. The stringy fabric digs all the way into your crack, kissing the entrance of your scrunched asshole and creaking as Katsuki’s fists rips it up past the small of your back.

“Bakugou!” You shriek, already with two hands flailing and swatting at his arm behind you

He only smirks, trapping you in the confines of your own underwear as he pinches the hem of your skirt up. “Well, wouldja’ look at that.” He gives a low, prolonged whistle at the sight of your plush mound twitching and quivering around the crotch of your panties. “I always wondered what kind of pussy lips you had. Turns out, you’ve got the cute kind.” He snorts when you wail, legs quivering around his wrist as he pulls on one of your labia. “Very pretty little cunt you got there, huh squirt?”

“Ow, ow, ow! Bakugou, stop!” You yip, hopping up and down to ease the burn as he tugs on the waistband of your pants clutched in his fist, stringing you along like a puppet as the searing cotton rubs through the valley of your quim, pushing back and forth over your throbbing hole and clitty. He watches in awe, his mouth agape as he cocks his head like a curious child playing with a toy train, invigorated by the way your puffy slit contorts and flares.

After growing bored, he relents, letting the stretched elastic snap back against your hips.

“Remember what I said, yeah?”

You don’t hear him, to concerned with plucking the drenched piece of distorted fabric out of your nether regions.

“Hey.” He smacks the back of your head. “Remember what I fuckin’ said, yeah?“

“Ouch, yes.” You snap, soothing where his rendition of a “tap” nearly left a dent in your skull, leaning to pick your now scuffed backpack up off the ground.

“Good.” He checks his phone with a sigh, then his watch, before sauntering past. Shoulder barging you once again as though nothing had ever happened. “See you ‘round, bitch face.”

“Prick.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing..”

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imagination-mess · 6 months

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You could read this (Izuku) before this post for it to make sense since it's different timelines and are connected to each other post-wise.

Imagine the Pro Hero Dynamight at the Hero Expo signing, taking pictures, and talking to fans. He continually keeps seeing the same book repeatedly when fans are asking him to sign it for them. He attempted to find it at the plaza and discovered they had sold all the books out. There were a limited amount of books that were available early in the day. He will stay with curiosity.

After the long weekend at the Expo, he was just dying to go home after the long weekend he had. He needs to not socialize for a week.

He was carrying duffle bags filled with gifts from his fans. He gets stopped by Kirishima who was delivering a gift from a fan who was too scared to give it to him which is a book with a dragon behind a blond man on the cover. The same one that he saw early among the fans.

When he finally gets home, he immediately drops the duffle bags and goes to freshen up before going to bed. It was exhausting to socialize with his fans. He loves his fans, but he needs his breaks between them.

This is the only Hero Expo he would do because they are the only ones who would follow his accommodation. He hates being in tight, crowded places. They didn’t overbook him, unlike other places that he never went back to. They would put his section on one of the higher floors to have more room. The staff majority of the time are fans of him, but treated him professionally and showed respect for his boundaries. He gives them a picture and signature at the end of the day to show his appreciation to them.

Due to him only doing it at this expo specifically, his VIP tickets would always be sold out within an hour after the tickets opened. The combo tickets get posted later that day after an announcement, to be sold out within less than an hour.

It was the next day that he organized his fans' gifts and put them in a room filled with them. He takes some back to his office at his hero agency.

When it was the end of the week, he was finally free from his duties as a hero. He took a seat in his recliner to give the book a try. The book has been mocking him for the past week.

If it doesn’t get his attention within 2 chapters, he is dropping it. That’s what he told himself, only to be glued to the book.

Bakugou has a physical and verbal reaction while reading it, especially the betrayal and backstabbing section of the book. He was cursing the fictional character hell and back. He had to put the book down for a bit because he was getting heated.

There was a coincidence that parallels his life, especially feeling guilty over something that was out of their control. The main character in the book, their mentor, loses their abilities in the process of bringing more time for the main character to escape for safety. The character blamed himself, but the mentor wanted him to live. It was like things like that.

Within a few hours, he finished the book and just stared at the wall where there was a portrait of his friends at a bar. His mind just progressed what he read because, damn, it was a rollercoaster of emotions.

He went online to see if there were other books from the same author. This book came from a fanfiction website and got published without the other's permission. The author's accounts were already deleted when he went and tried to look up their account.

He could see the fans cursing each other because some fans were harassing the author on posting the books back online because they took it down for fear of getting sued. It was trending on social media.

There is a bunch of fan art floating through the internet that was reposted by the deleted original author account who was an artist as well. They were a bunch of fan art that was reposted. There are a variety of alternative universes of himself throughout the fanart that he found himself scrolling through. The author drew portraits related to the stories they wrote.

He may or may not have saved the Dragon King fanart from his phone to his home screen. Now he was left curious about the other books, if they were as good as The Dragon King.

He may or may not have demanded Izuku to let him borrow the Demon Prince and The Mage when Bakugou saw them in the other Pro Heroes Office bookshelf.

Next Pro Hero Shoto

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luvymelody · 6 months

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bakugou katsuki - gemini : ethan low

"kiss me right now."

y/n stubbornly said, her arms crossing above her chest and as bakugou looked down at her with a rise in his eyebrow.

"why?"

"what do you mean why! i shouldn't need a reason to kiss you do i?"

y/n exclaimed, her arms lightly hitting his exposed arms as if he could feel any pain or slight discomfort. he wore his sleeveless black shirt as they trained together outside the dorm building. the sun was starting to set outside and the two of them were taking a break together.

"you don't deserve it."

"how?!"

"you haven't hit me good enough yet dumbass."

"don't matter i'm working hard enough- i'm done anyway!"

y/n swung around on the spot infront of bakugou and was about to walk away and head to the entrance of the dorms but bakugou held her hand, causing her head to turn around again to witness bakugou with a smirk on his face.

"you give up already princess?"

"yeah i can't be bothered anymore,"

she tried to shake her hand out of his grip, twisting and turning her wrist and shaking his hand, also trying to pry his fingers off, but his grip was so strong around her hand it was impossible, so she gave up.

"i'll let go if you hit me, just once."

"ugh fine."

bakugou let go of her hand and got into his stance, y/n stretched her back and also got into her stance, but then she quickly took off in the opposite direction, grabbing her jacket that was on the floor aswell.

"hey! princess!"

bakugou ran towards her direction, she entered through the entrance and quickly sprinted to the elevator, pressing the buttons and spamming it as the door slowly closed, but then a hand stopped the two doors from closing together, the large hand of bakugou as he got into the elevator, closing the button to close, then pressing the top floor to give them the longest time that they could be together in the elevator.

they stood parallel to each other, bakugou turned only his head to look to y/n, y/n felt his eyes boring into her head and sh also turned her head as she stared to his lips, bakugou doing the same. she leaned in a little bit, but then bakugou smashed his lips against hers, she reciprocated, tangling her fingers in his hair as his hands held onto her hips with a desperate grip lingering on.

y/n licked the bottom of his lip, sticking out her tongue and bakugou reacted immediately, dipping his tongue into her mouth and their spit travelled throughout each others mouths. she separated from him and his lips attached to her neck, trailing down further and further as her whimpers and noises from her mouth got louder and louder, the elevator door dinged but y/n and bakugou were too lost in ecstasy to care.

not realizing their classmate, todoroki standing at the door of the elevator, watching the two of them making out as he slowly retreated to the stairs, going to ask midoriya on why they kissing so passionately in the elevator.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x female reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x female reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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He's home

Characters : Bakugo/ Fem reader

Genre : Fluff, tooth rotting sweetness/ drabble

Summary : When he comes back home after a long day's work, you're the only one he wants to hold in his arms.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

A dream? It almost felt like it, although the feeling of his lips on your skin has always been unmistakable, so maybe it wasn't a dream after all.

_ ".. Katsuki?" his name left your mouth in a broken whisper, one that was affected by remnants of sleep.

_ "Hey beautiful, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," he was kneeling right by your side, hand gripping the couch's arm rest, "why are you sleeping here? I told you not to wait up didn't I?" he meant to scold you for not getting a proper slumber in your bed, but his soft smile and gentle voice betrayed him.

_ "I know, but I couldn't do that before seeing you first, it's.." you stopped mid sentence, eyes widening as your vision finally cleared up, "you're hurt!"

Night shifts are the worst, only the most wicked and monstrous villains enjoy roaming the streets at those late hours, and even a hero as powerful and vigorous as your boyfriend can still get harmed if he's not careful enough.

_ "I'm fine babe it's nothing." he tried to reassure you, standing back up and extending his arm out for you to hold on to and follow his lead.

You did, wordlessly squeezing his hand and walking towards the bathroom where the first aid kit was stored.

He truly wasn't badly injured, only a scratch on his forehead and a few bruises here and there, but that didn't stop you from worrying or imagining how those injuries came to be. You were lost in your own world, tracing the dark marks on his chest and arms, until a soft chuckle snapped you back to your senses.

_ "I'm truly fine y/n, though I really don't mind the extra attention." he teased, cradling your cheeks and leaning in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

He knows the pressure you face on a daily basis, being linked to pro hero Dynamight. The constant distress you're left with each time he's on a mission, the curious paparazzi and jealous fans you find yourself surrounded by ech time you're outside, and who crave nothing but some juicy tidbits about their favorite controversial hero.

He knows it's hard for you and it makes him feel guilty even with your constant reminders that he shouldn't.

He shouldn't, because it was a choice that you have never regretted, you simply cannot imagine being without him, the love and trust and closeness you two share will not be broken no matter what faces you.

_ "I should have been more careful I know." he sounded apologetic but that was not what you wanted, all you ever wanted was for him to be safe, and all you needed to do at that moment was to comfort him.

_ "That's alright honey, you're here now, and you're okay." you smiled tenderly as you continued disinfecting the cut on his forehead before moving to apply ice packs on his bruises.

His fingers kept caressing your sides the whole time you were tending to his injuries, it was a small gesture, but somehow soothed you both.

_ "You can hop in the shower now, I'll be waiting in bed." you kissed him again, once on the cheek and another on the neck, smiling when he obediently did as asked.

Usually, he would give you a suggestive comment like asking if you wanted to join him, but not tonight.

Tonight he wanted to curl up in bed with you, to hold you in his arms as he falls asleep..

A few minutes was all it took for him to reappear, water droplets traveling down his naked torso and disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Your eyes lingered on his godly muscles just a bit before you wordlessly held out your arms for him, and he wasted no time getting under the covers and trapping you beneath his weight.

He's heavy, almost knocking the air out of your lungs, but you wouldn't give that up for the world. He finally allowed himself a relieved sigh as he squeezed you between his arms and nuzzled your chest.

_ "How was it tonight?" you asked cautiously, unsure if he would like to share that with you, he has always preferred to leave his work matters outside the door after all, since he didn't want anything else to steal his attention away from you. Your time together is the highlight of his day, and the thought of you between his arms is what gives him strength and drives him to do his hardest so he could finally come back to you.

_ "It was fine babe, there is nothing to worry about, trust me." he whispered against your skin, tightening his hold on you.

You didn't need to hear more than that, and the giggles escaping your throat when his lips trailed feathery pecks along your neck and chest were genuine, happy, relieved.

_ "It tickles!" you ran your fingers through his damp hair before grabbing a fistful of those soft unruly locks.

_ "I love you y/n." his voice was slightly above a whisper, as he pressed his ear to your chest and listened to your steady heartbeat.

_ "I love you more Katsuki."

He was back in your arms again, so at least for tonight, you can sleep tightly knowing that he was safe, that he was with you.

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A continuation of this.

The next time you meet Dynamite it’s actually planned and somehow that feels a thousand times worse than the random encounters from before.

It’s been a couple of months since the last time you had seen him, your little fluff piece having done well enough that it had landed you with a couple more lighthearted assignments that had been a welcome break from all the serious doom and gloom you tended to get lumbered with. Not that you didn’t like the serious stuff, just, it got a little monotonous when that’s all you ever dealt with.

In the few months since seeing him you had managed to convince yourself that all you felt for the man was a childish crush, the whole mysterious enigma thing he had going on making you fixate on him more than you would any other man who had caught your eye over the years. After all, you were a journalist and unpicking mysteries, and half-truths was one of your favourite things to do and the hero was definitely a mystery but that’s all it was. The thrill of unravelling a new and admittedly handsome mystery. Dynamite was a private person to the extent that no one really knew anything about him outside of his hero work and you were just dying to be the first one to unravel all his secrets. That’s all. Definitely not a full-blown attraction to the man that just got worse the more time you spent with him.

So, you got on with your life, pushing the explosive blonde to the back of your mind as best as you could considering he was all over the news and instead channelled all your attention and effort into your work. For the most part it worked, that was until an assignment landed on your desk that threatened to undo all your hard work.

Dynamite didn’t give interviews. In the years since he had first exploded onto the hero scene, he had given maybe half a dozen interviews and only two of them had been proper sit-down ones, the rest kind of forced on him after an incident that always devolved into the hero yelling and swearing at whatever reporter was stupid enough to get in his way. Not that the sit-down ones went any better. He clearly hadn’t wanted to be there, and his answers had been short and clipped, the blonde visibly trying not to snap or swear. His restraint didn’t last though, the interviewer asking one too many personal questions that he didn’t want to answer and the whole thing would blow up quicker than one of his explosions and just as violently.

So yeah, Dynamite didn’t do interviews and especially not ones that required him to be a bit more open about his personal life so when a request arrived in your inbox from his agencies PR team you felt justified in assuming it was some sort of prank or joke from your friends and had quickly sent it to the bin, completely forgetting about it by mid-morning. That was your first mistake of the day, your second had been assuming that the first mistake wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

It hadn’t been a joke.

According to your rather angry boss the next day Dynamites agency were looking to improve the hero's reputation with an all-access interview that the hero was refusing to have anything to do with unless he got to pick the journalist who would be poking their nose in his business and for some unknown reason the explosive blonde had picked you. That had left you a little stunned, staring at your boss like they had grown a third head, but they just kept barrelling on about how good an opportunity this would be not only for your career but also the magazine and completely ignoring the mini melt down you were currently experiencing.

This couldn’t actually be happening, could it? This had to be some kind of mistake, a joke even. Dynamite didn’t do interviews, the man barely even speaking about his accomplishments let alone what he got up to when he wasn’t in his uniform. You said exactly that to your boss, cutting them off mid rant but you hadn’t been able to wait. All that had gotten you was a laugh, your boss spouting some rubbish about Dynamite finally getting his act together and realising he needs to offer something of himself up to the public to get anywhere with his career. You would have called them out on how untrue that was, the explosive hero never once having cared what people thought of him but before you could get another word out you were being ushered out of your boss's office and informed that you would hear from the agency within the next few days to set things up.

You were left standing in the hallway feeling like you had just stepped out of a fever dream and had no clue what the hell was even going on now. You couldn’t understand why Dynamite was practically forcing this on you. There were a hundred different reporters out there he could have picked. Ones with better reputations who were more popular amongst the masses. You were just an average, run of the mill journalist who worked for a small and barely functioning magazine. Why the hell would he pick you of all people to be saddled with such a monumental task? Answering your own question, you get a flash back to that day at the charity photo shoot and his booming laugh as you told him it didn’t hurt to have a friend in the press.

Was it really that simple? Dynamite picking the only journalist he knew and hoping you would gloss over all his flaws and boost his popularity? The thought stung but if you were being realistic it made sense. He didn’t know you other than some fluff piece reporter who didn’t pay enough attention to their surroundings when walking home in the dead of night. It was a known fact he disliked the press and you were probably just the best of a bad bunch. This was a tactical decision, and you had no reason to feel anything but gratitude and excitement for the opportunity this would present you and it really was an opportunity, the best one you had had since the first time you got to interview Hawks. If you could pull this off without it resulting in an argument, property damage or the number four hero storming out it would open up a lot of doors for you considering you would be the first journalist to make it through an interview unscathed.

It only took a week from them to get everything arranged, Dynamite’s agency sending over a list of banned questions along with an outline of what they wanted from you. It wasn’t anything new, you had done these kinds of interviews before and there was always the same sort of things that heroes don't want to discuss. Most common were their relationships and families, along with any political based questions and the odd one about any scandals they might have been involved in recently.

Dynamites was lacking a few things though, most notably the questions about his relationship status and that just left you more confused than ever considering his refusal to talk about those kinds of things in the past. Your boss had been over the moon though, giving you their own list of questions that you had every intention of ignoring. You were sure it was an oversight and you would not risk the blonde’s anger just to state some idle gossips curiosity. If anyone asked why you hadn’t taken the opportunity you would just tell them he had refused to answer, it’s not like it wasn’t a believable lie.

When the day of the interview rolled around you had been nervous, unwilling to admit that it was because you were about to see Dynamite again and not because of how much pressure you were under to make sure this went well. You had barely been able to stomach a lite breakfast and you had been so distracted that you were sure you had washed your hair twice. You ended up having to give yourself a stern talking to, glaring at your half-dressed reflection as you reminded yourself yet again that this was a job, you were being paid and a certain level of professionalism was expected of you and you had no intention of screwing up your reputation that you had worked hard for just because you had a celebrity crush on the hero. It had surprisingly worked and you had managed to get through the rest of your morning routine without another bout of teenage stupidity.

Getting to your agreed upon venue was a different story.

You shouldn’t have been surprised as you had been when you had been given the address, knowing that Dynamite liked his privacy. A lot of heroes did and you often did your one on one interviews in secluded back rooms of trusted establishments that allowed them to relax without the pressure of the public's eyes on them but never once had they asked you to their homes and you were pretty sure that was where you were heading, to Dynamites home.

You had looked the place up as soon as you had gotten the address just like you always had but instead of a bar, restaurant or cafe like it normally was you had found yourself looking at a photo of a residential high rise in one of the wealthiest parts of the city. You had double checked with the agency that you had been given the right address and when they had confirmed that you had you had spent a considerable amount of time trying to find out why on earth they were sending you there of all places. The only logical conclusion you had been able to come to was that it was the heroes home address and that had sent you into a blind panic that had resulted in you getting drunk like the responsible adult you were and half convincing yourself that this was all some sort of elaborate joke your friends were playing on you in an attempt to make fun of your obvious and childish crush on the hero.

Even standing in front of the apartment door, your hand hovering above the sleek black wood, you weren’t one hundred percent convinced that one of your friends weren’t lurking, waiting to see your reaction when you distributed some poor persons Sunday morning. There was only one way to find out though and after taking a deep breath to try and gain some sort of composure you had knocked three times, loud and clear and way more confident than you had felt. You held your breath, the sound of movement coming from within the apartment before the door was being yanked open and your breath came whooshing back out in one go. It really hadn’t been a joke.

Dynamite looks different out of his uniform, standing before you in black sweatpants, a black tank top and house slippers. His eyes are still just as fierce but there’s something almost soft about him and you can’t help but feel like you're intruding on something you were never meant to see. He doesn’t give you a chance to process what you’re seeing before he’s stepping out the way and demanding you get in. Obviously, you do as he said, quickly scurrying in and clutching at the strap of your bag like it’s a lifeline. He shuts the door behind you with a definitive click and it’s only then that it really hits you where you are and with who. Somehow knowing you were going to end up here didn’t really help with the reality of the situation.

Everything’s a little awkward, the two of you standing in the genkan and neither of you breaking the heavy silence that’s fallen over you. You can feel his eyes on you, your skin tingling as you fidget with the strap of your bag and yet you can’t bring yourself to look up from where you’re staring at his slipper covered feet, worried that if you do he will be able to see how badly his cosy home look was affecting you. It was one thing to see him in his hero costume, all hard muscles and power as he put his life on the line time and time again, but this was something else entirely and you were pretty sure you were going to remember him like this for years to come.

Surprisingly Dynamite is the one to break the silence, telling you where you can put your shoes and directing your attention to a waiting pair of slips that matched his own. He’s walking off down the hallway before you can even think about pulling your boots off, calling over his broad shoulder for you to make yourself comfortable before disappearing around the corner. You stand there like a brain-dead idiot for a long couple of minutes, just staring down the corridor and giving your brain a chance to catch up with what was going on. It’s all a little surreal, more like a dream than reality and before you do what he said you make sure to pinch yourself, just to make sure. The sharp stinging pain that shoots down your arm is enough to get you moving, tucking your boots into the stand before slipping your feet into the slippers and following after the hero.

You’re not sure what you had been expecting when you stepped out into the main living area, but the modern minimalist decor doesn’t really surprise you all that much. The walls are white, the furniture different shades of black and grey that stand out from the walls but blend well together. Everything is immaculate, not a single bit of clutter to be seen and you would bet money on the fact that you wouldn’t find a single speck of dust anywhere. The apartment itself is a decent enough size, open and light with large windows that overlook the city. What you assume is the bedroom and facilities are off to the right, hidden away behind black wooden doors that match the one you had just come through. To your left is the open plan kitchen, everything as modern and sparkling clean as the rest of the apartment.

That’s where Dynamite is, effortlessly moving around the space as he pulls cups from the cupboard and sets about making what looks like a fresh pot of coffee. You can’t help but watch him as you make your way over to the sofa, placing your bag down on the coffee table as you go. He’s stopped moving, back turned towards you as he watches the coffee slowly fill the pot. There’s a tension in his shoulders, his hands braced against the counter and causing the muscles in his back to bunch up. You should be ashamed of the fact that you're checking the man out and some part of you is but you were also only human and the man had some quite frankly amazing shoulders and you dared anyone not to take a peak when they were right there, on display for all to see.

Something clicks, Dynamite shifting as he does something with the pot. The movement snaps you out of your daze and feeling embarrassed about your actions you quickly turn your back on the man, desperate to distract yourself from the temptation he presents and once again having to remind yourself that you were supposed to be working. In an attempt to get back on track you unpack your bag, placing your notebook and pencil onto the coffee table followed by your tape recorder and spare tape. You always made notes with this kind of thing but you liked to have a recording to refer back to when it came time to actually write the article, otherwise you ran the risk of misquoting and you refused to be one of those journalists that were always having to apologise for mistakes in their work.

Your jacket comes off next, lead over the back of the armchair you were claiming as your own for the couple of hours you would be here. The chair faced out, giving you an almost complete view of the room whilst also putting you close enough to the door just in case everything went wrong and you had to make a quick getaway. Not that that was going to happen. Hopefully.

Feeling a little bit like a loose end whilst you waited for the hero to come back you decided to have a look around, taking Dynamite’s offer to relax to heart and heading straight to his bookcase. It’s not just books waiting for you on the shelves, a couple of framed photos of the hero with his friends and what you think are his parents dotted around amongst the books on hero theory, engineering, and cooking. There’s an award he had gotten a couple of years ago for saving a school bus full of kids and what looks like a limited edition All Might statue still safely tucked away in its packaging and away from direct sunlight. It’s not a lot but it’s enough to get you interested, questions already forming in your mind that could help you and the public to get to know the hero a little better.

It’s just as you're about to pick up his graduation photo that Dynamite comes back, tray in hand that looks like it was full to bursting. You quickly put the photo back trying to help the man but he out right refused, demanding you sit down and get out of his way before you knock something over. You huff and roll your eyes at that but you do take your seat in the previously claimed armchair, watching the blonde as he unloads a pot of coffee, as well as a milk jug and sugar bowl onto the table along with two cups and a plate of what look like cookies. It’s a lot more than you thought you would get and the next few moments are taken up with the blonde serving you as you talk him through how you take your coffee and sounding just as confused as you felt. You thanked him when he handed you cup over, the hero’s cheeks dusted a light pink as he refused to make eye contact with you. You had used his hero name to address him, the same as you always did with the heroes that you interviewed but apparently that had been the wrong thing to do in this case.

He had pulled a face at you, his nose scrunching up and lip curling to slightly show off his perfect teeth. If you hadn’t been so taken back by the action you probably would have thought it was weirdly adorable but as it was you were too focused on what the man was saying to pay attention to anything else. He didn’t want to be called by his hero name. Said he wasn’t at work so to call him Katsuki or Kats or at the very least Bakugou. Anything but his hero name. It was a weird request from the notoriously private man but everything about this interview was weird and it left you feeling like you were missing something. A feeling you didn’t like.

You nodded, indicating your understanding and after a few second hesitation you had settled on addressing him as Bakugou, not feeling comfortable enough to call him by his first name despite how much you wanted to. He huffs slightly at that, seemingly annoyed by your decision but before you can ask if there’s a problem he’s talking again, demanding you get started before he changes his mind. Not wanting to annoy your boss or his, you decide to let it go for now. The tape recorder gets turned on and you push it further towards the middle of the table so it would pick up the both of you. Once that’s in place you take up your notebook and pen, sinking back into the surprisingly comfortable chair and readying yourself for what’s to come.

The first few questions are a little stiff, Bakugou’s answers short and to the point and not really opening up the conversation. That’s not too much of a problem, the questions are only supposed to be icebreakers and get the man to relax a little. Just simple things about his current rank and his aspirations but they don’t seem to be working, the hero either purposely being difficult or so used to crappy journalists that he didn’t even realise he was doing it. You didn’t know which one was worse.

Frustrated and missing the easy back and forth you had had before at the charity event you try to rack your brain for something that will help him relax a little better than your standard go to questions. Your roaming eyes land back on the photo of Bakugou and friends at graduation. He looks happy, a rare smile on his younger self’s face. Red Riot has his arm slung over the blonde’s shoulder, his smile just as bright as always with Pinky on his other side and clinging to the redhead as she jumps up. On Bakugou’s other side is Chargebolt and Cellophane, the duo with their arms slung around one another and leaning into the blonde. They are all dressed in the U.A ceremony robes, holding on tightly to the pointless bits of paper that say they had successfully graduated, all of them looking like it’s the happiest day of their lives.

You say as much, nodding towards the photo when the blonde gives you a confused look. He stares at it for a moment, the crease between his furrowed brows smoothing out slightly as he smiles softly at what must be a fond memory. It’s easier from there Bakugou finding it easier to talk about his friends then himself but you can work with that. One story leads to another and soon enough your sides hurt from laughing and cheeks ache from how much you have been smiling.

You learn a lot about Bakugou from the things he tells you about his friends, things that he probably doesn’t even realise. Like how much he actually cares for them even though he complains about how much they annoy him and that he’s fiercely loyal and protective of those he lets in. You find out that he hadn’t gotten his provisional licence the first time round thanks to a brief comment about how Chargebolt had teased him about it and gotten an explosive palm to the face for his efforts. Thanks to a story about his graduation party you find out that he doesn’t have that high of an alcohol tolerance, that he’s an excellent just dance player and that his first kiss had been with Froppy during a drunken game of spin the bottle.

The two of you talk for ages and you even offer up your own stories about your time at college and university as well as a few tamer incidents from the work Christmas parties over the years. You don’t mind offering up bits of yourself, the supposed interview seeming more like a conversation between friends than actual work. You had abandoned your notebook a while ago, relying solely on your tape recorder to capture everything you would need. Not that you would use much of this in the interview. It was private, personal and even though the point of this interview was to show people the human side to the loud and somewhat rude hero you didn’t want to taint those significant memories by inviting everyone else into them.

You had been there for a good few hours, the coffee long gone and the conversation a lot more relaxed than it had been. Bakugou was clearly showing off, ginning like a mad man and gesturing with his hands as he tells you about how he had saved a train full of people from a villain with a tentacle quirk. You had seen it on the news but it was still interesting hearing it from his point of view and you were enjoying how animated he was being. So of course, that was when your stomach rumbled loudly and reminded you that your breakfast had barely been able to be called that.

The silence was instantaneous.

You had never been so embarrassed, your face heating up as you stuttered out an apology and some form of explanation that didn’t make you sound like a complete idiot. You didn’t think you were doing that good a job and the way Bakugou was glaring at you had you feeling like you had completely ruined your chance and were about to be told to get out. You're already trying to come up with an acceptable excuse for your boss when Bakugou gets up, calling you an idiot and demanding you follow him into the kitchen. Obviously, you follow him, quickly scrambling up from your seat and only just remembering to grab the tape recorder as you rush past.

You are only a couple of seconds behind him, maybe a minute tops but by the time you’ve made it into the kitchen Bakugou’s already pulling things out of his fridge, mumbling to himself about what he can make with what he’s got. All you can do is stand there and stare at him in shocked silence. It takes him slamming the fridge door to knock you out of your stupor, jumping at the sudden sound like a skittish animal. Your eyes dart between his serious scowl and the way he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, your confused brain too slow to work out exactly what was happening. It’s a surprise you even manage to get words out, let alone form a whole sentence though he doesn’t take too kindly to you asking what he’s doing.

He yells at you again, snapping his head round to glare at you as he calls you an idiot and points out the obvious. Of course, he’s making you lunch. How stupid of you not to realise that was what was happening. You didn’t even know he could cook, most pro-heroes you had interviewed being so busy they stuck to take out or simple ready meals that didn’t take too long to prepare. Bakugou was very much not like the other pros you had interviewed in the past though. The man was an enigma, and this was just one more layer to peel back and explore.

Once the initial shock of having the number four pro-hero cook for you had worn off you had quickly made your way into his kitchen, setting the still recording Dictaphone down and offering to help. You had honestly expected him to kick you out, if not his apartment, then at least the kitchen, the hero notorious for being a bit of a big-headed control freak but to your surprise he had given you a knife and a whole heap of vegetables to clean and cut up. You got to it straight away, following his direction on how he wanted everything, diced, cubed or julienned.

It was surprisingly nice, once he had stopped yelling and bossing you around that is.

It only took a few moments of a slightly awkward silence before you managed to remember why you were there and managed to get back to the interview you were supposed to be conducting. You took the opportunity to talk to him about his love for cooking, learning quickly that Bakugou had a love for all things spicy and a dislike for sweets. You spoke about his favourite dishes to cook, meals that stood out in his memories and why it was so important to him to eat fresh homemade food instead of junk from the grocery store. From there you had gotten into his workout routine and what specific things he had to do so his body could handle his quirk. He didn’t miss the opportunity to scold you for your own poor eating habits or to poke fun at your lack of a workout routine. That had you huffing in annoyance and mumbling under your breath whilst he laughed at you poorly hidden pout.

One moment bleeds into the next and before you know it you are sitting at his dining table with a steaming bowl of ramen in front of you. The food’s incredible, surprisingly so and you can’t help but moan at the first mouthful, mumbling about how good it is even as you shovel in another mouthful. By the time you manage to shut up and notice the awkward silence Bakugou is looking down at his own bowl with furrowed brows and a slight flush on his cheeks. Once again, your back to feeling like a complete idiot, mumbling out an apology and looking anywhere but at the blonde, even when he tells you it’s fine.

It’s back to feeling awkward again and you spend a long couple of minutes eating in silence as you try to work out what the hell you’re supposed to talk about now. Your Dictaphone sat between you again, the tape wiring gently as it ticks over, picking up the silence. You know you have a whole host of questions in your notebook, but you don't want to be rude and leave the table, especially not if the hero is going to start yelling at you. Plus, you don’t want to ask all those invasive questions your boss had been pushing you to and going to get your notes would just remind you of all those invasive and cringey things that apparently everyone wanted to know.

Your eyes dart around the room as you eat, trying to find something to spark a bit of interest and end the weird stalemate you had found yourself in. You’ve already talked about his friends though, as well as some of the things they had gotten up to at school and you don’t want to go back to that topic, feeling like you had gotten enough out of it and not wanting Bakugou to think you're not that interested in him when the opposite was true. You could listen to the other man talk for hours, soaking up every little bit of information you could get like obsessive fan girl you were.

Sighing you sweep you gaze across the top shelf, noting book titles and random little trinkets that could possibly be of use to you. You’re just about ready to sink as low as asking about his reading habits when your eyes land on the All Might figurine again and you smile slightly, knowing what it is you want to ask him next.

Bakugou is a little defensive when you ask him if he’s an All Might fan, his eyes narrowing at you like you're about to start disrespecting one of the greatest heroes of all time. It doesn't take that much effort to ease the blonde's suspicions though and before long the two of you are deep into a debate about the larger-than-life hero’s legacy and the impact that had on the generations of heroes that came after, including Dynamite himself. From there it's easy to move on to how heroes have shaped society and the effects that quirks have had on the development of mankind. It surprises you when Dynamite quotes your own article back at you, the thing having been published a few years prior when you hadn’t been that well of an established journalist. The surprise doesn't last long though as he gets side-tracked ranting about how people were idiots to think that quirk and technological advancements couldn’t happen at the same time, even going as far as to show you a few articles on his phone of research and development programs focused on continuing man’s advances from before quirks had been such a common aspect of life.

It's easy to get lost in conversation, you following behind him as he clears away your empty bowls and still debating quirk regulations and if the rate quirks were evolving was sustainable. When everything’s cleared away the two of you head back to his seating area but this time you ignore the armchair you had previously called dibs on, instead sitting at one end of the sofa whilst Bakugou takes the other end. It’s easy again, talking to the pro-hero and even though you're not keeping to your normal structure when conducting an interview your still making progress. You manage to get answers to about 95% of the questions in your notebook, the other 5% mostly being the ones from your boss about his personal life and relationships. You do almost go there, especially when he mentions one of the other heroes he had been named as dating a while back but it's only a passing comment and you don’t want to sour the mood. So, you let it go, instead letting the conversation head towards his opinions on cross agency cooperation and team ups.

Everything’s going fine until your Dictaphone makes a weird clicking sound followed by a loud beep, the light of front flashing red and signalling your tape is full. It brings the conversation to a sudden halt, the two of you looking down at the small device like it's a bomb about to go off. You had completely forgotten about the recording, so lost in just talking to the normally reserved hero that the actual reason you were here had completely slipped your mind.

Laughing lightly and trying to make a joke about it you go to turn the thing off and replace the tape. It’s only when you look up from your bag, new tape in hand that you notice the setting sun and you realise exactly how long you had been in the hero's home. Horrified that you had taken up so much of the man’s time you try and wrap things up, insisting that you had enough information whilst simultaneously thanking him for his time and apologising for taking up so much of it.

Your halfway to the door, shoving everything back in your bag whilst trying to pull your jacket back on and still rambling about when the interview would be published and thanking him for his time when Bakugou says something that has you almost dropping all your stuff, having to frantically try and save it all from scattering across the floor. You don’t quite manage to keep hold of your notebook and it goes sliding across the wooden floor only to hit the heroes slippered feet and come to a stop between them.

Dinner. Bakugou wants to have dinner. With you.

You've hit your head or were involved in some sort of accident on your way over and this whole day had been your weird fever dream. It was the only explanation to the absolute madness that had been going on. That or this was actually happening and that didn’t seem like the likely option. Things like this did apparently happen though because not five minutes later you're out the door, following behind the hero as he leads you from his apartment complex and down the street.

You end up at a little hole in the wall place not that far from the hero's home, tucked away in the corner and mostly hidden from the rest of the patrons. It’s cosy, intimate but Bakugou doesn’t seem to care, leaning across the table so you can hear him talking over the noise of the busy restaurant around you. Your notebook is on the side of the table, you having had every intention of attempting to keep this work related but it remained unopened, forgotten in favour of spending time with your long-term crush and getting lost in his presence.

Bakugou continues to surprise you, leading the conversation and asking you about your previous work. It turns out it’s not just the one article of yours that he had read, the hero having several questions about previous topics and even taking the time to ask why you had gone into journalism, let alone a hero focused one. It’s nice. You haven't had anyone show such interest in you and your work for some time and you can't help but beam under the hero's attention, enjoying finally getting a chance to ramble about your ideas and theories without feeling like you’re boring them too much. Bakugou for his part seems genuinely interested, listening to what you are saying and having his own points and theories that he’s willing to discuss.

Eventually though it had to end and a couple of hours later the two of you were being ushered out, back onto the street. You’re all smiles, still laughing at something Bakugou had said as you move further down the street. Without any conscious decision the two of you start heading towards the station, walking side by side and talking about some of the people who had previously attempted to interview the blonde and how badly those had gone. It leads to you asking the one question you had been dying to know since the request had come through. Why you? Of all the people that he could have chosen from, what was it that made you the desired choice?

Turns out it is as simple as you had thought, Bakugou reciting your own words back at you about having a friend in your line of work. His boss was going to force this interview on him regardless of his opinions so why not have someone do it that wouldn’t be an asshole about it. You don’t really know what to say to that, laughing awkwardly and mumbling some rubbish about hoping it was an asshole free experience. That has you blushing, groaning at your idiotic words and trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hands. Of course, that was why he had picked you; you had practically told him you would do things his way if he ever needed to give an interview but didn’t want someone taking liberties. You really were stupid to ever think it could have been something else then you just being the easy option.

Things are weird after that. You're a lot quieter than you had been, too busy berating yourself to really hold much of a conversation. Bakugou doesn't say anything either, but you can feel his eyes on you, and you can’t help but feel like he’s judging you, probably thinking that you're a dumb idiot and desperately wishing this was over and done with already. You can’t really blame him; you had taken up most of his day for something that should have only taken a couple of hours. He was only being nice so he could at least keep you on his side when he needed stuff like this doing again in the future.

It’s disappointing but at the end of the day it’s your job and the recognition this one article is going to get you will probably be enough to mean you would never need to do it again. After this you would be able to pick and choose what you wrote about, finally getting to work on subjects you wanted to instead of what your boss left on your desk. Hell, you might even finally be able to go international and wouldn’t that be something. The possibilities would be endless as long as you took the opportunities and now you had successfully managed to interview the most notoriously difficult hero in all of Japan, you would be known as one of the most capable journalists in Japan, managing to accomplish something your most celebrated colleagues hadn’t. So what if it was just because Bakugou had decided to tolerate you enough to make his life easier in the future, you had still made it through the whole thing without being chased off like the rest of them and that really was something to be proud of.

By the time you had made it to the station you had managed to gain back most of your composure, determined to end this as professionally as you should have handled the whole thing. You thank him for his time again, bowing deeply and promising that your article would be good enough to boost his popularity. He’s giving you a weird look when you straighten back up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and awkwardly holding out your notebook towards you. Eyes wide and panicked you snatch the thing off him, hugging it close to your chest and hoping to every god you know the name of that he hadn’t opened it and seen all those stupid questions your boss had wanted you to ask. You hadn’t even noticed you didn’t have it, only realising you hadn’t picked it up in the restaurant when you tried to work out when the hero would have gotten his hands on it.

He doesn't look at you when you thank him for picking it up, looking off to the side with his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched. You would have sworn he was blushing as he mumbles something about calling him if you have any more questions but you quickly wright that off as your own stupid mind playing tricks on you. Bakugou leaves quickly after that, grunting out an indifferent latter dumbass and disappearing off down the street before you can even think about uttering your own goodbye. You stand there dumbly for a few long minutes, watching the man’s retreating form until you could no longer see him and trying to understand what bizarre parallel universe you had found yourself in.

Deciding that whatever had been going on today was a problem for tomorrow you made your way down onto the station, only just managing not to miss the train before it sped off again. You slumped down into the seat with a groan, eyes closing and your head tipping back to rest against the glass with a dull thud. You try not to think about it but how could you not? Today had been nothing like you had expected and it had left you tired and feeling like you had whiplash. You were angry at yourself, letting your emotions get in the way of work and probably having made a complete idiot out of yourself yet again in front of the one man you wanted to try and appear like a functioning person to.

Despite the anger though your still stupidly happy and a little in awe because that had happened right? You had actually spent almost the whole day with the Dynamite, actually getting to talk to him instead of having him yelling at you like he did most people. You probably knew more about the man then some of his friends did and wasn’t that a scary thought, knowing so much about a person who, really you had no sort of connection with that would warrant that kind of information being shared with you. You would have to be extremely careful about what information you included in the article, making sure you gave the public just an impression of the man he was behind the angry yelling and large explosions without giving too much personal stuff away.

Sighing you leant forward, pulling out a pen and flipping open your notebook in an attempt to start outlining the things you wanted to include and things you were planning to take to your grave. It’s as you're flicking through the pages, quietly mumbling to yourself about structure and flow that something catches your eye and you feel your heart skip a beat before slamming away painfully at breakneck speed. It’s the pages you have the question on that your boss had wanted you to ask, each one with just one empty line between because you had known that Bakugou wouldn’t answered them except, well, someone had. Underneath each question is a simple answer in a neat but hurried scrawl that most definitely wasn’t yours.

There stupid questions, prying into the man’s past relationships, sexual habits and what he likes in a partner. There are even questions about the kind of underwear he wears and even if he’s currently seeing anyone. You would never have asked them in a million years, wouldn’t even have asked someone like Hawks who was way to free with that kind of information and yet now you knew that Bakugou liked people that interested him, wore black Calvin Klein boxers and was currently single. That's not what has your mouth hanging open like a fish though, eyes so wide that you feared they would pop out of your head. No, what had your attention was Bakugou’s full name across the bottom of the page and a series of numbers that could only be his phone number.

Your brain can’t process it, staring at it like it's a bloody unicorn or something because why would the number four hero write what you are assuming is his personal contact number in your notebook under a bunch of way too personal questions that were mostly about his sex life and relationships. Your hands are shaking, nails digging into the soft leather of the cover. Everything’s silent, your head full of static so thick you feel almost like you're hallucinating. Maybe you were because there was no way this was what you thought it was. It couldn’t be. Right?

The train stops, the person two seats down from you getting up to get off. The sudden movement has you jerking back to reality like you had just been slapped, slamming the book shut and quickly shoving it into your bag in case someone was to see it. You pull your bag onto your lap, wrapping your arms around it as the next lot of commuters get on the train. You're well aware of what you must look like, head down and clutching your bag like you're afraid someone’s going to steal it or worse, see what you have hiding in it. The notebook feels like it’s made of lead, heavy and undeniably there, just like the ball of dread that was growing in your stomach with every passing second.

This can’t be real. He couldn't actually have given you his number but it’s there, in big bold writing that can’t be ignored. You don’t know what to do with it, what to make of it’s sudden appearance not only in the book but in your life. Why would he give this to you? You hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t said anything that would have given him the idea to do this and yet here you were, now the confused and slightly panicked owner of a bit of information you would never have thought you would get.

What the hell were you supposed to do now?

@paranoid-borderline-insane @stablecreator93 @theycallme-becky @antiwhores @chicarandom11 @screamingpoetsworld @phrogfungi @ghostkat23 @lovra974 @fresa-luna @stxrrielle @fixed211 @trash-heichou-kacchan

A/N: I do believe that is everyone but if I have missed someone out do let me know. Sorry it’s taken so long I’m a dirty rotten procrastinator and got distracted along the way.

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yellowcabdriver · 1 year

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pairing: aged up!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

wordcount: 1k

genre: (kind of domestic) fluff

a/n: im not a bnha fan, so the character might be a little ooc. this one is an old request that i didn’t have time to commit to. hope it turned out okay :>

he hates to admit that – teeth grinding and everything – but you got him wrapped around your finger.

bakugou makes a hmph sound at the thought as he shampoos his hair for the second time – like you told him to.

but it’s true, he loves you so much.

he doesn’t like to talk about it, about these overwhelming feelings when he sees you, when he holds you, when he talks to you.

he never once thought he would fall in love like this, crazy, stupid, desperate. on his knees for you, metaphorically and literally. but also how could he not fall in love with you?

you are smart, intelligent, with a hint of a know-it-all. but it’s never snarky, biting type of know-it-all. it’s gentle and fun and ready to share information with someone who’s willing to listen (oh, and bakugou would die to listen to you talk) because, well, you happen to really do know it all.

you are fun. not afraid to laugh at yourself. you would throw an occasional joke at him and he – everyone is shocked – dryly laughs. you are empathetic, kind-hearted, generous.

you are different from him in the best way possible. patient when he is not, impatient when he is patient. bakugou is older now, still a hothead, but he manages his emotions much better (others might disagree, but fuck them, right?) and he owes most of it to you because he subconsciously mimics you, learns from you how to be better. not that you think he’s bad.

you are similar to him in the best way possible. you tend to have very emotional response first and think it over later. you don’t like to talk about your feelings, though you are more open to that than bakugou. your anger is also like an outburst of burning fire. you tend to say things you don’t mean and then end up having regrets eating your insides alive. katsuki usually laughs at your sulking presence when you come to share your grievances with him all while marvelling at how many times he felt exactly the same way as you.

bakugou wants to be the best for you.

you mention something once, remotely, and bakugou makes a mental note of it. whatever food you like, katsuki just happens to make it and has enough to share. whatever show you watch bakugou also (binge)watched it and is reluctantly ready to discuss. hell, he got an undercut because you mentioned that it’s your favourite haircut on men. at first he regretted it a little but after you were gushing over him, with no hint of ridicule and completely serious complimenting the shape of his skull (never has he ever received this type of compliments but it’s you so he is gobbling it up) he found some ease.

at first, he thought it was just a crush. it’d been a while since he had one but after excruciating weeks of mulling over this he finally accepted the fact that he was not having a crush. he was falling in love. and for the first time ever it didn’t scare him.

the lack of fear though kind of terrified him. did he suddenly mature emotionally? ain’t no way.

but in the dissonance of it all, confused and lost and a little angry, as per usual, bakugou finally got the courage to confess to you.

he thought it would be awkward and would end up with something blowing up and catching fire. it fortunately didn’t. he was uncharacteristically calm when he said that he was in love with you, looking down at your astonished face. he bucked the odds and won because after a few seconds of silence you all blushing nodded and said wow well i think i love you too.

katsuki quickly dries himself and leaves the shower in dark blue pyjama pants hanging low on his hips. according to the familiar ritual he drags his feet back to the bedroom where someone on tv was crying rather dramatically.

he enters the room and sees you in your dark blue cotton pyjama pair, bare feet dangling from giant bed, eyes glued to the screen where characters of a korean drama were arguing. katsuki rolls his eyes.

“oi, i went to shower twenty minutes ago and these two are still fighting?”

he says these two as if he doesn’t already know the names of all characters of the show which you’ve been watching every evening for a few weeks now and which he has been watching with his peripheral vision while sitting in bed next to you.

“yeah, but now it’s a different fight,” you argue glancing at katsuki with a smile and returning to the screen. bakugou walks closer to you.

“let me guess, it’s about the fact that she didn’t tell him that she knew his brother.”

you look at katsuki amazed.

“exactly that, how did you guess?”

he kneels down on the carpet in front of you.

“it’s typical shit, you know.”

you laugh, attention now fully on katsuki.

“it’s not typical! you’ve been watching this, haven’t you?”

bakugou makes a hmph sound and plants a kiss on your right foot.

“no, i haven’t. it’s just predictable.”

you yelp and giggle trying to yank your foot away while katsuki takes your other foot and plants a kiss in the middle of your sole.

“ready to go to sleep?” he asks knowing the answer already. you nod.

“i’ll finish the episode tomorrow.”

it’s dark and the lights of the city that never sleeps are barely making their way through heavy drapes covering giant windows of your bedroom. katsuki is nestled in your embrace, warm and content.

“you smell so good,” you tease. katsuki hums not willing to admit that it’s your vanilla shower gel that he used but you already know that. bakugou just holds your body closer to his as he contemplates that he’s way too deep in his feelings for you. he can’t logically deny this, not after four years you’ve been together, not when he knows all the shows you watch, not when he smells like your shower gel, not when you’re wearing matching pyjamas that he bought.

katsuki hates to admit that out loud but you got him wrapped around your finger. and he’s okay with that.

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ayustuff · 10 months

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" ᴏɴʟʏ " ʙʏ ʟᴇᴇʜɪ | bakugou katsuki x fem!reader | 2.1ᴋ+ ᴡᴏʀᴅѕ

y'all gotta hear this song ! i just thought of the lyrics this morning and searched it. till this night the song never left my mind... btw the yt MV is better.

the temperature today's cold. you sway with the breeze dancing through the lovely melody that your mind has created. you imagined dancing with him, being with him, holding him so close. feeling his warmth you dance through the cold breeze. every step you take you craved his touch, needing to feel him once again. you placed one of your hand at his shoulder and the other with his hand. you dance as if he's with you.

Be my only one

the breeze seems to whisper his name making you shiver. you mumble his name again and again. his name tasting sweet everytime you say it, to the point it melts your tongue. you recall all the memories you have spent with him.

The name I want to call you by 이렇게 부르고 싶은 이름 내 곁에

you smiled at the feeling of his hands holding yours, his thumb soothingly rubs the back of your hand. the breeze travelling slowed, the melody had fade away. you opened your eyes and smiled at the thoughts. the feeling of his hands on yours didnt fade away, it lingers as you continued your way home.

Let’s hold hands and walk along... 손을 잡고서 같이 걸어요

tiny drops of water came from above. you realized it's raining, you looked for a place to stop by. you've seen a cafe near by, you quickly run to the cafe. parts of your clothes are soaked, you sighed.

On rainy nights Or on lonely days 비가 오는 밤에도, 외로웠던 낮에도

a few minutes passed the rain havent stopped, only it became heavier. you look up at the dark sky admiring the rain drops.

"dumbass! i told ya to bring an umbrella, you fuckin' know well these days rain." he lectured you holding out an umbrella for you. "is this- is this my umbrella? and how did you find me?" you said bewildered. he clicked his tongue. "yeah, dumbass it's yours! you're lucky i noticed you didnt brought it."

"oh... and how did you find me?" you repeated your question. he groaned looking like he's ignoring your question in purpose. "i thought you're at your favorite place. i looked for you and saw you here." he took a pause analyzing the place. "why're you at a cafe anyway?"

"ahhh... i just took a stop here, waiting for the rain to stop." you turned your gaze to the heavy rain. "ahh, thought you wanted some pastries." you grinned at him. "what? gonna treat me with some?"

"i guess so. if you want some."

Please color me with your shiny light 그대 환한 빛깔을 내게 가득 칠해줘요

after katsuki ordered you pastries and your favorite drink, you shared the food with him and saved some for later. when you two stepped out of the cafe the rain has stopped. you walked with him home.

"what's for dinner?" you smiled at him.

"you just ate pastries, still hungry? hah?"

I’ll do better when you promise me we will stay together... 내가 더 잘할게요, 이렇게 같이 있어준다면

you replayed the scene at your favorite place again once more. his hands now holding yours, no imaginations. you smiled as you lean closer to place your head to his shoulder.

Now I believe

at home you felt cozy, you joined katsuki in the kitchen. you hum the tunes of the song, the one your mind created.

"hm? what's that song? sing it to me, princess."

you stopped at your trail. "i- i don't really know the lyrics. the tunes just appeared on my mind then i just find myself humming it."

"ahhh. well, after this we could finish the song." he pats your head.

Lalalalalalala I sing a song like this... 라랄라랄라라 부르는 노래

you and katsuki finally finished dinner and headed to the livingroom. "so, how do you picture the song?" katsuki says flopping on the couch. "i dont exactly know..." you said sitting next to him.

"what were you imaginin' when that tunes are created then, hm?"

"...dancing with you...?" you answered his question embarrassed.

"mhm. then shall we dance, princess?" he stands up then bows. he extend his hand asking for yours which you gladly put yours. you stand up and he leans in your ear. "start humming the song, maybe we'll end up finding ourselves getting lost to it."

With the one I was desperately looking for... 찾고 찾고 찾아 헤매이던 그대와

"say what were you imaginin', princess." he pulled you closer. "i uh... was dancing with you... i- one of my hand on your shoulder-" katsuki places your hand on his shoulder. "continue." he smirks. "and... uh- my other hand is holding yours..." he snakes his hand at your waist pulling you even closer as his other hand connects with yours. "i think i know now what vision were you imaginin'."

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love 내 사랑

"mhm, start humming the tunes princess." he starts swaying rhythmically with you as you start humming.

Be my only love

he began to create steps, visualizing the perfect move matching with the beauty of the melody you're creating. the steps made you surprised yet you two are in sync, like you two are made for eachother, though you two are.

Every step we take 걸어 걸어가는 발걸음마다

theres a point where the time slows down, you noticed his expression, soft dilated eyes, rosy cheeks,a smile that you always dream about. you smiled back at him, eyes closing. your humming gets more softer as the time passes.

It’s like a dance we perform together 기분 좋아 꼭 둘이서 추는 춤 같아

you examine him for awhile. "why'd you stop?" he asked as he spins you. "huh?" you fall back but he catches you. "you stopped humming."

"ahhh sorry, got a little distracted." you stumble a bit.

"hmm, better be because of me." he joked.

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love 내 사랑

after that katsuki became more gentle with you, his moves being more smooth, slow, and intimate. you feel his hands are all over your body, in your waist, with your hands, your cheeks, all parts. you thought that your humming turns into train wreck. you were lost in his touch, barely processing the hums escaping in your lips.

Be my only love

"calm down. take deep breaths." he whispers in your ears when he noticed you were distracted again. his whispers are far more better than you imagined. you shivered at his words, flustered. yet you still managed to take deep breaths and calm down again.

Be my only one

you felt safe in his arms, you knew why. his actions say that he does too. he spins you again, this time it worked perfectly. your smile grew wider, his heart began overflowing from your love, his ears painted with red blush hearing your laughter.

I don’t have to hide my feelings anymore... 이제는 숨기지 않고도 말할 수 있어

katsuki catched you when you fell after the spin. his hands are back on your waist again, his head on your shoulder. you can hear his breaths. he mumbles some words you cant understand. you returned your gaze to him, you gave him a peck on his cheek.

The words I sincerely wanted to say... 그렇게나 말하고 싶던

the tunes faded away, the background music inside your head did too. you two's gentle movements swaying through your humming now turned to slowly rocking. he placed his forehead atop of yours, his crimson eyes staring at your lovely heavenly eyes. he whispered in your ears again,

I say "I love you"

you two finally took a break on the dance, you two were ready to sleep, cuddling. "you got any ideas on the lyrics?" you adjested your pillows.

"yeah, but its for tomorrow. it's late now, you should sleep."

On tiring nights and busy day 쉬고 싶은 밤에도, 바쁘던 아침에도

you let out a huff. "please? just a little?" you plead. katsuki sighs rolling his eyes. "fine." katsuki rolls and landed on you, his head on your chest hearing the sounds of your heart beating. katsuki inhales and exhales. he started singing the lyrics,

Please make room in your heart for me to rest 그대 내게 쉴 곳을 마음속에 마련해요

he sing the lyrics, feeling the rhythm. he plays your hums in his brain like a broken record,

I’ll do better when you share your love with me... 내가 더 잘할게요 그 맘을 내게 나눠준다면

he paused, he closed his eyes. a few second passes and you still haven't heard any continuation. you got confused. "what's the next line?"

"said, its for tomorrow. rest."

katsuki sleeps peacefully, while you wonder, his words sounding familiar. you're still awake but your eyes are closed. anytime right now, you will probably fall asleep too.

Now I believe

that night you dreamt a continuation of the event. everything was a blur, it was only focused on his face. katsuki opened his mouth saying something.

you woke up to a voice, katsuki's. he's still at his sweats sitting at his work chair. he's holding a pen, which makes you remember the lines he said last night. "you're working on the lyrics?" you hugged him from behind. "yeah." katsuki tried to cover few of the lyrics. "can you sing it to me?"

he inhales and exhales again. he began matching your hum's,

Lalalalalalala I sing a song like this 라랄라랄라라 부르는 노래

he sing the song. he's perfecting every part of it, singing with the voice of the gods.

With the one I was desperately looking for... 찾고 찾고 찾아 헤매이던 그대와

you leaned closer, you closed your eyes. you joined him, you sing together. the notes flew in the air, love is just beside the notes. you and his voice danced the same way you two did.

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love 내 사랑

you placed your hands on top of his, you traced over his fingers. his hands are soft but rough, warm, quite veiny. he gave you a quick peck. you smiled at him, continuing the song, he did too.

Be my only love

your actions made him soft, relaxed. his cheeks, neck, and the tips of his ears painted with red blush as always. katsuki turns his chair to face you. he then places his hands on your hip and pulls you into a hug. he inhales your scent. katsuki's hands move its way to your ass urging you to seat on his lap.

My only one, when i see you 그대를 보면

his lips rosy, you stared at it for awhile. you leaned in, kissing him. you closed your eyes. katsuki tilts his head deepening the kiss. you played with his hair for awhile. you pull away, gasping needing to breathe.

I want to lean on you I want to have you 기대고 싶어 가지고 싶어

katsuki carries you, standing up. he puts you down. he continues the song, starting you sway with him. he's hold you tight not wanting to let go, his eye contact never leaving yours.

A love like this would make even the most immature dream come true... 이 사랑이라면 어설픈 꿈도 이뤄질 것 같은데

you two performed the dance again, this time with the right music. you adjusted his shirt, giving him a loving smile which he gives back.

Now I believe

his face lit with an orange light due to the morning sun making his hair glow and his eyes stand out. you gently twirl your fingers to few of his strands.

Every step we take 걸어걸어 가는 발걸음마다 (step we take) (걸어 가는 발걸음)

he takes in your scent again. he murmur a soft 'i love you' on your ear. you chuckle at the way his breath tickles your skin.

It’s like a dance we perform together 기분 좋아 꼭 둘이서 추는 춤 같아

he tuck a few of your hair strand. he kisses you all over the face with bites which makes your skin red. he pulls away analizing your face, then had a good laugh.

this. this is the exact copy of your imaginations.

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love 내 사랑

you pout at him which makes him kiss you. "dont be mad, princess. you look cute." you roll your eyes at him. ignoring you he continues the song,

"Be my only love"

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 랄랄랄라라라라라라

you continue sighing with a slight smile on your face,

"my only one"

the lyrics are delayed if read with this, im sorry hshshs. :' (this is a repost btw)

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