My Hero Academia Imagines

More Than Friends (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki

Writing Prompt Number 1 - We're not just friends and you fucking know it.

His lips met yours in a sudden kiss, the feeling of his hungriness for you taking over will to push away or fight off his dominant actions.

His tongue shoved its way into your mouth, not caring if you had wanted or were willing for it to enter in the first place. His tongue fought and defeated your easily, like most fights between the two of you.

He roamed your mouth like it was his own, not caring that your mouth was feeling much too full at this moment, or that his forcefulness was both turning you on as well as making you question your own sanity.

Bakugou had your hands pinned together above your head, one of his larger and rougher hands cementing them in place. The sounds of students passing by the broom closet did not make him cease his actions.

You whimpered as his hand lifted your head up, meaning he was about to start attacking your neck now. The hickies he had already made were no longer covered by your concealer, as he wanted to see them.

He pulled his tongue out of your cavern, a thick trail of saliva being pulled with it. He snapped his tongue, breaking the trail and causing most of it to attach itself to your chin. You wiped it away from your mouth, the now cold strand off putting and a reminder of what had just happened in your mouth.

Bakugou started biting your neck: an array of love bites, nibbles, and kisses all over your already messy and bruised skin. He was enjoying this, that much was certain.

"Stop." You whispered.

He didn't, or didn't hear you. You'd have to be more assertive.

"I said stop!" You cried and he ceased his actions and looked up at you.

His ruby orbs looked curious as to why you suddenly no longer wanted this. You had never protested before. He let go of your hands and moved away from you, giving you the space he so desperately did not want you to have.

He was dominant and had a high sex drive, but he was not the type to force you into things. He's wasn't a complete asshole.

"Why?" He finally spoke, looking over your mortified form.

"Because we're friends Katsuki! Friends don't do... do this!" You shouted and gestured around to everything. The closet, the hickies, the intense atmosphere of the room.

It was true, the last couple weeks you and Katsuki had suddenly gone from not so close friends to sudden friends with benefits. You tried to recall how it happened...'

Was it when your uniform ripped and he gave you his jacket?

Or when it was 3am and you showed up at his dorm room looking for some typr of comfort?

Possibly the argument that led to the sudden kisses and passion that both of you held and tried to suppress?

It didn't matter now, either way, you and Bakugou had been sneaking around like a couple. But You weren't a couple... nor were you friends anymore. You were something in between.

Something awful and confusing and strange and enticing and passionate and thrilling. He was all these things as well, making whatever sort of confusing feelings you already had for him even more confusing.

He chuckled once and then moved forward towards you once again. You pressed against the wall, not liking that dark intent in his eyes or the way his lips curved up into a smirk.

He pulled one of his arms above you, locking you in place. The typical boyfriend stance, the ones you'd see the protective ones do. He definetly fit that bill...

"Friends? What sort of friends do this?" He laughed and ran his free hand through your locks. His warm fingers were relaxing, making you give in to his touch. "Face it (Name), the last thing we are is fucking friends, and you fucking know it."

You blinked and felt him kiss you again. The same familiar and overwhelming touches coming back and making you crave more. You didn't know if this was love or just some desire you both needed to fill... but for now it was what you needed.

Bakugou was what you needed.