High Quality Version Of Katsuki From Volume 42

Bakugou didn’t like you.

He didn’t.

You weren’t even in the same class. Barely even interacted. Just two UA students who happened to take the same train every so often. Yet, whenever you were near, he was hyper-aware of you.

For example, he could be in the school’s gymnasium with the rest of the class, resting after a rigorous basketball training, but the minute he caught sight of you in the bleachers to collect the leftover materials, suddenly all basketballs are making it through the hoop.

Not that he cared. He didn’t do it to impress you.

He doesn’t even know what you did to have him notice you in the first place. An enigma that has him hooked.

The train slowed as he approached the station, the robotic voice announcing their stop. Bakugou stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, only to glance at you just as you pocketed your gadget and stood as well.

Just my luck.

The train doors slid open, and you both stepped onto the platform, the cool morning air greeting you. Bakugou stuffed his hands into his pockets, his usual scowl in place, already planning to walk ahead—only to hear a familiar patter of liquid against the pavement below.

Shit.

Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a steady shower. Students groaned, hurriedly pulling out umbrellas—not wanting to be late. Bakugou clicked his tongue, reaching into his bag to grab his own when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you just standing there, blinking at the street.

No umbrella.

Of course.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve just walked ahead like he always did. But instead, he found himself sighing—deeply, begrudgingly—before flicking his umbrella open.

“Hey,” he grunted, stepping closer so the umbrella covered both of them. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

You blinked at him, startled. “Oh. Um—” you hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. “You don’t have to—”

“I ain’t gonna let you walk in the rain, dumbass.” His ears burned. “Just walk.”

A pause. Then, to his horror, you laughed.

Not scoffed. Not sighed. Laughed.

It was light. Amused. Like he had just said the most funny thing in the world.

His grip on the umbrella tightened.

You walked side by side, your pace naturally slower than his. It was torture. Bakugou had to consciously slow himself down, had to fight the instinct to just power ahead and leave you behind. But you were under his damn umbrella now, and he wasn’t about to be a jerk and make you run after him.

So, he adjusted his steps. He adjusted.

For you.

Oh, god. He must've caught a flu.

It was annoying. Unnatural. But you didn’t seem to notice.

“Thanks, Bakugou,” you said after a while.

His chest felt tight.

“Whatever,” he muttered.

He didn’t like you.

He didn’t.

So why was he hoping that the next morning it’ll rain the same and that he gets to go on the same train car as you?

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20. "THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF TIME." (0.9k)

“…so just like the last time, i want you to relax, okay?”

from where he’s laying on top of your pristine king-sized bed, a half-naked bakugou only glowers at you, arms folded behind his head in such a way that makes his biceps oh so bitable. he’s radiating that domineering aura that he always gives off in any context, only this time it’s a little…

misplaced.

you reach out to touch him, dressed in nothing but your intimates as well, ultimately placing your hand on his inner thigh. you feel him immediately tense at the contact.

carressing the skin with soothing circles in attempt to calm him, you toss him a gentle smile. “just—let me make you feel good. alright, katsuki?”

“yeah, yeah,” he quips dismissively, rolling his eyes in nonchalance, comically juxtaposing the way his abdominal muscles and thighs are pulsing in what you’ve long identified as budding anticipation. “get on with it already.”

you bite back a laugh at his masked enthusiasm. the last thing you want is to make him feel embarrassed—you never want to make him feel bad, especially when you’re being intimate, and, well…

let’s just say you’ve been thinking about tonight ever since you broached the topic with him last week over dinner.

“katsuki…” you remember starting, nerves shot as you toyed with the leftover rice grains on your plate.

he looked up from where he sat across you on your dining table, eyebrows raised in question, wordlessly nudging you to go on.

“there’s something i’ve been wanting to try out,” you continued.

“…okay?”

“in bed.”

now, it’s not like you two are vanilla nor are you prudes—not that there’s anything wrong with that.

it’s just that the topic of sex makes you both flustered, and so talking about it is never an easy feat. but when curiosity and the burning need do get to either of you, you always made it a point to bring it up with the other.

the hand that was holding a glass of cold water froze mid-air at your statement, and you looked up at bakugou, whose gaze has averted from yours.

it probably took him a full minute or two to finally reply, not before clearing his throat like he always did when he felt awkward.

“what is it?”

“i want to top you,” you blurted out before you can think better against it. “…again.”

and when he didn’t say anything, you decided to just take the opportunity and press on.

“i know we never really talked about me topping again after that first time, but i figured that you liked it enough, based on how you—”

“—alright, alright,” he cut you off, a faint hue of pink high on his cheeks. “i get it.”

“so you’ll do it then?” you asked him then and there, excitement bleeding into your tone.

what felt like a few agonizing minutes passed before he finally nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. “not now, though. this friday, when i get off early.”

which brings you to now.

it’s bakugou’s voice, though, that actually brings you back to the present moment.

“are ya gonna get on with it or are you gonna keep on staring at me?”

you pull back and feel yourself flush at the call out, but will yourself to remain composed. you’re not about to let him steal your role for the night—you’ve fought hard enough to get to where you are right now.

“sorry,” you quickly retort, “before we start, though—”

he groans.

“—let’s go through the safe words first.”

“what am i, a fucking dumbass?” he sneers, traces of restlessness evident on his features that are extra pretty under the dim lights of your bedroom. “you don’t have to keep on repeating ‘em everytime we fuck.”

“it’s important that we reiterate them,” you argue, “especially for tonight, since we’re trying something new.”

for the nth time, bakugou rolls his eyes but relents, giving you a curt nod.

“so every now and then, i’ll ask you what color you’re at. green is for when you’re all good to continue, yellow is when you want to take a pause, and red is when—”

“—i want to stop, i know.”

“no questions asked—i’ll stop the minute you say red. so don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?”

“okay,” he tosses back so impatiently you’re now really struggling to keep a straight face. he shifts on his back and adjusts his boxer shorts, which, you observe are getting tighter by the second.

you haven’t even started, yet the mere thought of you topping him—however ambiguous that is—is turning him on.

bakugou must’ve noticed you looking and the slight upturn of the corner of your lips, because he shoots you a glare. “you done? god, this is such a waste of time.”

at that, you snort. “you’re not even gonna ask me what i’m gonna do?”

“how bad can it be?”

oh, dear.

the man is probably expecting you to just ride him.

you chance another look at your beautiful boyfriend, and a tidal wave of want washes over you so violently you almost stumble from where you’re seated at the bottom edge of the bed.

well.

it’s now or never, right?

and to hell with it if you can’t have him this way now.

taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for what you’re about to say next.

“…get on your knees, katsuki.”

his reply is almost instantaneous.

“what?”

to that, you shoot him the most innocent smile you can muster.

“‘cause i’m about to finger you.”

This is Not Divine Intervention

18+ minors DNI. bakugo x gn! reader. established relationship

1.5k words

you can tell he’s upset just by the rough sound of dishes clattering as he puts them away in the kitchen.  you actually noticed something shift within katsuki’s demeanor about near the end of the dinner you just hosted with friends.  you don’t know what did it, but something caused his expression to go from neutral and pleasantly calm in the way he normally is around your friends to clenched fists and a twitch in his jaw to form that hasn’t stopped in the last twenty minutes.

“i was gonna help with those, babe.” you say as you enter the kitchen where katsuki’s back is turned to you as he finishes putting the last of the plates away.

“-t’s fine.” he states without turning his head. okay, so he’s upset with you since he couldn’t be bothered to turn his head to face you for a response.

just as he closes the cabinet you wrap your arms around katsuki and he noticeably stiffens before relaxing in your arms. “hey. what’s up? talk to me.”

katsuki lets out a huff of air before turning to face you. his lips are in a thin line and rolls his eyes before actually looking at you. “do you really think what you said earlier is true?” the look of confusion in your eyes prompts him to clarify. “the thing you said when your friend was talking about soulmates and that stuff.”

clued in on what he’s referencing, you remember how earlier in the evening when your relationship-obsessed friend was going on about soulmates and fate after one too many glasses of wine.

“i’m so serious! you and katsuki are the definition of a perfect pair. fate made the two of you just for each other! im soooo jealous. hey universe! when is it MY turn?” your friend said before pouting and leaning on your other bestie who was the designated driver for the night.

you chuckle a bit before smiling and giving your friend a response. “haha, yeah. i guess it is nice to have found someone who is so easy to be around it’s like breathing. i couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate.”

because you can’t help but agree. katsuki is the perfect person for you, and you can’t imagine life with anyone else at this point. loving him and feeling the love from him comes so naturally to you at this stage in your life that you do feel the two of you were always meant to be together.

it’s the way you both spent your youth so emotionally guarded just to let your walls down around each other after a month of knowing each other. when you would hang out with katsuki and not judge him for his harsh words or blunt personality the way other people would just write him off as mean upon first meeting him.  when you’d go out with friends and make silent comments to yourself that he’d always seem to hear and chuckle at the sarcastic remarks you’d make that you didn’t think anyone else would hear.

it's the memory of how nervous you both clearly were on your first official date and had random pauses of silence during your coffee date but they didn’t feel awkward. and before you knew it, the two of you had been hanging out in the corner of that café for hours, only leaving when a server politely informed you the shop was about to close.

katsuki walked you home from that first date and before you could walk inside he asked you to be his girlfriend because he wanted you to know he’s serious about being with you and doesn’t want you “chatting up any other losers in a coffee shop on dates besides him.”

after that first date, your relationship with katsuki just felt so easy and right. talking to him is easy. holding him in your arms always feels right. and it’s still smooth sailing three years later, so calling him your soulmate just makes sense.

but you know he hates hearing this cheesy kind of stuff so you’re grateful your friend brought this up while he was out of the room and couldn’t hear.

or so you thought.

and the timing starts to make sense of how you noticed the slight frown on katsuki’s face upon his return. the lack of one of his hands in your lap the way he normally does is apparent and the way his fists clenched at his sides for the rest of the time your friends were over.

you start to feel your face heat up at the realization that your boyfriend heard admit to saying something as corny as the two of you being meant for each other.

you still have katsuki in an embrace in the kitchen and now his arms have latched onto you as well. there’s nowhere to hide from his stare. “is that what made you upset this evening? that i said we’re soulmates? does that bother you?”

“it does, actually.”

now its your turn to tense and feel a sense of dread fill up within you.  “is there something wrong with saying we were made for each other?” katsuki rolls his eyes and you hear him “tch” as a response. “do you…not think we’re soulmates?”

“hell no.” the reply is immediate. you blink and try to take a step back but katsuki holds onto your waist a bit tighter with one hand and holds your face with the other so you can’t look away from him. apparently he has more to say.

“saying that we’re soulmates is crediting something else with the fact that we’re together. which is bullshit, because i chose you. and everyday i wake up and decide for myself that i love you, that i want to be with you. not destiny or some ‘string of fate’ crap. me.”

the whole time he’s talking, katsuki’s eyes are locked on your own. the look on his face is so sincere and you note that it’s as if those crimson eyes are searching for something in your own. the hand resting on your cheek pulls you closer until he’s pressing his forehead onto your own.

“katsu…” you say his name barely above a whisper because you don’t know exactly how to respond.

“i love you. and no one or nothing else decided for me that i wanna love you forever.” the last few words from katuski’s mouth comes out a bit shaky before the hand on your waist leaves your body only for katsuki to pull something out of his pocket and you see a box in his hand. “i wanna marry you because that’s what i want to do. not because some unknown force brought us together. and i want you to choose us too.”

you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. of course the stubborn man in front of you would be bothered by the idea that something he couldn’t control made you think he loved you. and he won’t say it but you know that those searching glances were his way of seeking assurance that you actually choose to want him the way he wants you.

the realization that tears are falling down your face only hits you when the pad of katsuki’s thumb steadily brushes them away from your cheeks. you start crying a little more and let out a small laugh before saying “i want to marry you too, you jerk. had me worried you were actually mad at me.”

a gruff noise leaves katsuki’s throat. “i was mad at you, dumbass. crediting my love for you to something else as useless as ‘fate’ and shit.” you lightly smack his chest before pulling him closer and placing a kiss on his lips.

katsuki’s hand moves from your face to the back of your neck so he can hold you there and deepen the kiss.  you let out a soft hum before moving just an inch away from those lips you want on your own for the rest of your life to say one last thing.

“the choice to love you forever is all mine, katsuki. no one else’s.” you place a hand on top of his that’s holding the box with a ring in it. katsuki places your engagement ring on your finger and you look back up at him as he tosses the box somewhere else in the kitchen.

the corner of his mouth ticks up in that smirk he knows drives you insane. suddenly your feet have left the ground as katsuki pulls you up to hold you in his arms and start walking you towards your bedroom. “good. because now i’m gonna show you all the ways i choose to love my fiancée.”

you giggle before kissing him again on the way to your room. you also realize that loving katsuki bakugo is something more romantic than the idea of finding a soulmate.

ALL OUT OF LUCK

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. you had the biggest, fattest crush on bakugou katsuki in high school, which granted you weird looks and judgment from those who found out, because why, when you could fawn over prince-like todoroki or manly kirishima instead? fast forward to 10 years later, though, and now the joke’s on them, because #2 pro-hero dynamight just got dubbed the hottest bachelor of the year. but that doesn’t matter, because you’re over him now. you’ve been over him, ever since that butchered attempt at confessing where he dismissed you as a gen ed extra before you could even get the words out. so why, all of a sudden—and an entire decade later—do you have to work with him on a top-secret mission?

status. ongoing!

working tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), a lot of cussing (bkg-typical), several mentions of bullying & discrimination (quirk supremacy), reader has a quirk :0, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, canon-typical violence, nsfw themes (is there gonna be eventual smut? we shall see)

links. ao3 (coming soon)

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꩜ .ᐟ chapter seven

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