Heroes-Bakugo

Suddenly the ground rumbles as the earth shifts large earth walls form a barrier between Dynamite’s fight and the civilians. A familiar feminine voice can be heard as she’s quickly evacuating the civilians and catching the debris that the villains are deliberating making. “Civilians evacuated Dynamite! Let loose!” She hollers in support. It was Akira. The Hero that goes by the name Terra, tied with Izuku for first. Akira, is an earth bender and lava manipulator. Akira is intelligent, strong, humble, beautiful, and charismatic. Everyone flocks to her.

You sigh, standing by continuing to destroy the debris letting Bakugo finish the fight knowing he’d chew you out. Humming underneath your breath you continue to provide support.

Eyebrow arched you stare at him, “You literally just told me ‘shut up and stay out of your way’ so I’m doing that.”

With a swift movement, your hand takes the shape of a rock formation and jets out, seizing one of the villains by the neck. As you retract your arm, he hurtles towards you, and with precise timing, you unleash an uppercut that renders him unconscious. Quickly seizing quirk nullifying cuffs, you secure them on the subdued villain. Digging your heel into the ground, a hole materializes, swallowing him up. As the second villain lands on the ground, your heel strikes again, causing the villain to sink into the ground. With measured steps, you approach, your gaze fixed upon the hole, your eyes narrowed. You clench your fist, and a ledge protrudes, catching him as he falls, rendering him unconscious. The sound of sirens fills the air as fire trucks and police arrive at the scene. Steadily, you bring the villain to the surface, and with precision, apply the quirk nullifying cuffs.

“You literally told me in your love language to fuck off, so I did.” you shrug. “Besides I was helping in Shinjuku they just had an earth quake caused by a villain named tremor. So evacuate, capture, and restore was required. Caused my delay.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” you wave him off. Nose wrinkling when reporters appear, “I’ll let you handle that,” you smirk impishly at him.

You snort at his method of handling the situation. Surveying the area, you utilize your earth quirk to gradually repair the damage, doing your best until the Emergency Restoration Company arrives to properly restore everything. You whistle as you manipulate the earth to extinguish fires, acknowledging and waving at the grateful firemen. The terrain is swiftly leveled within minutes, a task that feels almost instinctive due to your innate mastery of your quirk.

A gentle smile finds its way to your lips. "Thanks, Dynamite," you say, playfully using his hero name. "Growing up in a family of Earth Quirks really paid off. We were heavily involved in emergency rescue and restoration efforts." This background certainly bolstered your standing in the Hero charts - being someone who could protect, rescue, and restore. "You really held your own back there, Bakugo. I couldn't help but notice your new moves."

You raise your hand to rub the back of your neck. It still felt surreal to be number one and receive compliments. You shrug bashfully. "It's just my job," you mumble, a faint blush resting on your cheeks. Suddenly, you stumble as someone lunges for your knees. Looking down, you see two children with bright eyes.

"You were so cool, Terra!"

"Yeah, when you came in and yanked that guy down!"

Your lips twitch with mirth as they describe the scene. Squatting down to their level, you listen patiently as they reenact the scene.

"And you, Dynamite!" They turn to him.

A smirk appears on your face as Bakugo's eyes widen in surprise. The children continue to rant and rave about his skills as a hero.

You turn when you feel a small hand grip yours. "Thanks for grabbing my bear," a quiet girl whispers, holding her teddy. Your eyes soften. She was crying when it was left behind, and you used your quirk to give it to her.

"Of course, everyone is important," you say, tapping the center of the bear's chest. Just then, their mother calls out to them, and you push up off the ground, waving to the mom. You feel Vermillion eyes staring at you. You turn head tilted staring curiously at bakugo, “What?” You raise a hand to touch your face as if you have dirt on it.

A soft smile appears on your face as you watch them fondly. "They make being a hero fun," you say, your face lighting up as someone comes running towards you. Squatting down, you open your arms to receive them in a hug. "Hi! What’s your name, honey?" You raise your hand to brush some dirt off her face, tucking a strand behind her ear.

"Sarah. I’m eight. You were so cool, you're my favorite!" she gushes about you, and your ears turn red from the praise. Her mother approaches, asking for a picture. You nod eagerly, asking Sarah what pose she wants. She requests a flexing pose. Your laughter rings out as you flex next to her. "You too, Dynamite!" Sarah's request catches Bakugo off guard. "Arms crossed!" Sarah demonstrates, and the three of you stand there with your arms crossed as she laughs giddily. You both sign a book that she has on hand that has several Hero’s Autographs in them passing it back to her.

"Bye, Terra! Bye, Mr. Dynamite," she waves as Bakugo nods. "Mr. Dynamite, that's so cute," you gush, letting out a snort.

You hum, arms held behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet. You pivot towards Bakugo. "Want to grab a bite? If not, that's cool. No pressure. I haven’t eaten all day and could use some food."

Your laughter rings out at his remark, "That's why I invited you - I'm paying." You hum, considering what he might like, "Oh, you like ramen, right? I know a place that has the spiciest stuff." Gesturing for him to follow you, the two of you occasionally being stopped by fans. After about five minutes, the bell rings overhead as you stride into the restaurant.

You call out a greeting to the owners. "Emiko and Daisuke!"

"Look at you, so skinny! Sit, sit, the usual?" Emiko fusses over you. In reality, you were not skinny; you were toned and muscular in a feminine way. Your Hero costume highlighted that, with your midriff on display and your spandex emphasizing your figure. You were a beauty.

Blushing, you say, "Yeah, but wait a minute. Bakugo needs to look at the menu," gesturing towards the hero who looms overhead. He stands at 6'3", a solid wall of muscle compared to your lean, strong frame.

You pout as Emiko berates you for not eating today, just as your stomach grumbles. You slouch, missing Bakugo's smirk, as you're scolded. You whine underneath her scolding, pouting when she walks away. Bakugo laughs. “Shut it.”

Sipping the hot tea Emiko brought you, you lower it. "Mhm, I do. I practically lived here when working my way up the Hero charts. They're like family." You hum softly, fingers tapping against the cup. Daisuke hollers your name from the kitchen, and you raise a hand in greeting.

"Boyfriend?!" Daisuke hollers, laughing when your face flushes red.

"Daisuke!" you gasp, mortified. "Not everyone I bring here is my boyfriend. You need to stop doing that."

Head tilted you stare at him curiosity on your face at his question, he did not seem like the type to do small talk. “I’ll give you the spark notes. Akira, earthbender and lava manipulator hailing from the northern mountains of Japan, where my family coexists with earth giants and provides produce for the entirety of Japan. We were called in when there was a massive villain outbreak, and Aizawa saw my potential, basically demanding that I go to UA. I took an express course so they could deploy me in the field. My family typically doesn’t dabble in heroics; we stick to farming, emergency evacuation situations, or weather country-related emergencies.”

"I guess. I didn't really aim to be number one. I just like helping people," you respond humbly. "Being able to provide a sense of security for them and relief when all is said and done." You lean back when your food is brought out.

"Don't worry, I smacked Daisuke for you," Emiko stage-whispers, remarking about Daisuke hollering if Dynamite was your boyfriend.

"Thanks," you grin at her, blessing the food before digging in.

You watch as Bakugo raises the noodles to his lips, taking a bite. You wrinkle your nose; you could smell the spice from here, and it was burning your nostrils.

"How can you eat that?" you cut in, watching as he inhales the food, and politely asking for another. "I'm not sure I understand your question about what I need," you say slowly, head tilted.

“A boyfriend!” Daisuke yells you snort when he yelps from Emiko smacking him. You roll your eyes, cheeks puffed out in irritation.

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his comment. "Oh, is that so?" you say, a small smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Well, I'll keep that in mind if I ever need a self-absorbed hero to help me out."

"Oh," you flush from his unexpected compliment, "thanks." The two of you continue to make conversation, which is nice. It's not small talk, and you appreciate that. His questions are meaningful.

Approaching the counter, you pull out your wallet, paying for the meals and making sure to shove extra yen in the tip jar. Raising your hands to plug your ears when Emiko yells at you, saying that "it's too much."

"I can't hear you, sorry!" You sing "la la la," as you walk out with Bakugo into the night, giggling at Emiko's irritated face staring out the window. You blow her a kiss.

"I already know that I can count on you to help Bakugo," you remark, returning to his earlier comment. You pull out your phone, indicating that you have his number in case of emergencies. "Speed dial," you wiggle your phone, noting his inquisitive look. "I called your agency, asking for it in case I was ever in a jam. We're not invincible."

"Mhm, I know," you say with a smile. "Izuku has put in a good word for you," you stage-whisper, laughing at the disgruntled but appreciative look on Bakugo’s face. You and Izuku often worked together, especially since he was number two. Izuku was always fun.

"Well, thanks for having dinner with me. Have a good night," you say as you turn away. You were covering for one of your sidekicks. Their night shift was from six to five am, the worst one. As you walk, you raise your hands above your head, exposing your midriff. A yawn escapes your mouth, you stifle it with your hand.

Ever since you lended a hand to Bakugo with his fight the two of you crossed paths more often. It wasn’t deliberate on your part. You just happened to be in the same area or called to similar scenes when the fights were getting out of hand. The two of you, if there was time, would grab a bite afterwards. Discussing the future and any other topics you could think of. You’ve gotten closer over the course of six months.

Brows pinched you grunt in irritation as you deliver powerful blows with the villain Ren. He had escaped prison and was causing massive destruction. You evacuated everyone allowing the two of you to go all out. You stood firm, your feet planted firmly on the earth below as you faced Ren, a formidable opponent with the power to manipulate lava. With a deep breath, you connected with the energy of the earth, feeling the vibrations around you. As Ren surged forward, sending molten streams of lava in you direction, you responded by bending the earth, creating a protective wall of rock and soil to deflect the onslaught. You then launched a swift counterattack, manipulating the ground beneath Ren to trap him in a cage of solid earth, disrupting his control over the molten magma. The two opponents engaged in a fierce elemental battle, each striving to gain the upper hand in this intense showdown of earth and lava.

Your heart pounded as the searing heat of Ren’s lava quirk surged towards you. Your own lava quirk flickered into life, ready to counter the onslaught. With nimble agility, you weaved through the molten waves, your body gliding effortlessly on the superheated air. Sweat dripped from your brow, evaporating instantly upon contact with the blistering atmosphere. As Ren unleashed a torrent of fiery projectiles, you twisted your wrists, molding your own magma into a protective shield that absorbed the searing assault. Determination ignited within you, fueling your every move.

Channeling your energy into one final surge, you unleashed a devastating burst of molten force that engulfed Ren, you burned off his hands and feet to render him useless to use his quirk in the future. Triumph surged through your veins as you stood victoriously amidst the charred battlefield, showcasing the indomitable power of you lava quirk. As much as you didn’t want to do that he left you no choice. He devastated the land around you and put over a thousand people in harms way. You raised your hands to your face pressing them against your eyes in frustration. Tears threatened to escape. You were so pissed that you had to do that.

You startle when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You had called in Bakugo to help.

Your shoulders slump. “I didn’t want to do that,” you whisper indicating the fact that you had to render Ren quirkless, by burning off his hands and feet, because his quirk was so destructive. You rub at your brows trying to make the headache go away.

“Thanks Bakugo, I couldn’t have done it without you.” You glance up at him gratefully face. You were exhausted, You had taken care not to let your guard down, but the fight had been long and grueling, taxing both your body and your stamina. A heavy sigh escapes your form, you had plopped down on the ground with your head between your legs. The heat of the your fight lingering. You raise your head eyeing the destruction, wobbling when you get to your feet. You raise your hands to restore the area only to feel Bakugo gently push your arms down.

“It won’t take long,” your hands are shaking from the addreline. You shove them behind your back when you feel his gaze on you. “Mmkay,” you mumble. The two of you stand on the outskirts of the desolation. You’re relying on him for support, you were shaky. Having overexerted your quirk.

Your shoulders slump with relief, you tap his hand indicating that you’re ready to go. You lean into his side as he supports your weight. You remarked that you could make it home but his stubborn ass wouldn’t leave you alone.

You watch as he unlocks the door to your home helping you in. You grunt when he lowers you to your couch, you slump over cheek pressing into the cushion. Your cheeks squished in a cute way. You’re covered in dirt and small burns from Ren’s lava that splattered on you.

You’re watching as he squats down to be eye level with you. “Thanks,” you hated feeling weak but you knew your limits.

You sigh in appreciation, eyes soft as you stare at him. He is also covered in dirt, ash, and his hero shirt was in tatters.. You grimace stretching out your hand to brush across the shirt that is burnt and hanging off. “Sorry,” you remark. It wasn’t your fault, Ren did that but still. A pout rest on your full lips, your fingers brush along the burn mark on his arm. You frown, you hated seeing him hurt.

“You’re such a liar,” you whisper, “First aid in the bathroom underneath sink, and burn paste. I have a ton of it, bring it out and I’ll apply it. Yeah?”

Your lips twitch, an impish expression on your face, “I know.” You’re humming underneath your breath, using the wet wash cloth that you told him to grab to clean the marks before applying the burn paste. You had it specially made for magma, when you first started using your quirk you had lots of burns from it. Your soft fingers move over his back and arms. You gesture for him to face you. He had ripped off the rest of his shirt to make it easier. Your brows are pinched as a frown appears on your face at the burns. You quietly work apologizing when he hisses leaning back when you’re done. You hold out pain pills and a bottle of water. “The burn paste will heal the burns by tomorrow morning, I had it special made,” your midriff was covered in dirt. You had a particularly nasty burned hand mark on your back that was hidden from him, but when you winced when your back touched the couch you shrunk at his incredulous expression that you hid it. “It’s not bad.”

“Ren managed to land a hit,” You whisper, “And yes it hurts like hell,” your voice drops. You hear the jar of burn paste opening, his fingers hesitating before he slowly applies it. You arch against his touch, relaxing when the numbing starts to kick in. You tilt your head to the side. Ren fried your top as well, it was hanging on by a strap. It takes a minute for him to apply it. His hands looking over your back for any other injuries.

You face softens at his caring tone, “Can you cut my top please? It’s going to hurt like a bitch if I try to pull it over my head.” You gesture towards the scissors in the first air turning your back towards him to hold the front on.

Your fingers brush against his as you go to stand up, legs still wobbly. You throw your arms out, “Just give me a minute,” you grimace. your legs had locked up due to the addreline. “fuck,” you swore low. Your hand was holding your ruined top to your chest to hide your breasts, the clothes that he grabbed clutched in your left hand.

“Legs locked,” you grimaced. “Happens when I overexert, earth quirk thing. It’s fine,” you brush off his concern slowly walking to the bathroom to change.

“Mhm I’ll call if I need help,” your voice is muffled through the door. You successfully pulled on your shirt and pants. He grabbed you a white top that swallowed your form, and gray sweats. You washed your face in the sink to get rid of some of the dirt. Deciding to shower tomorrow when you had strength. You made your way back out to him slowly sitting on the couch making sure not to lean back against it for fear of irritating the burn mark on your back. “Scotch is in the cabinet if you need a drink,” you smirk knowingly. “you can use the guest shower if you want,” you jerk your thumb over your shoulder. “your clothes are still in the guest room. I’ll shower tomorrow I can’t do it on my own.”

Frowning you lean forward resting a hand on his, “Are you okay?”

“Feeling is mutual,” you snort staring down at your hands. “I’m here if you want to talk if not that’s fine,” your remark quiet fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“I know,” you squeeze his hands brushing your thumb over the back of it. “I was willing to risk it all tonight,” you admit when you saw Bakugo get thrown.

You stare up in to his vermillion eyes, hand reaching out to trace his cheek. Fingers brushing against his skin softly. “We did it though,” your lip quirks up faintly. You were stunning, despite being covered in ash, the soft light of your living room lamps highlighted your features.

You let out a soft laugh, “Don’t be dumb, I’d die if you were hurt.” Your hand is cupping his cheek as you stare up at him with a soft expression on your face.

Your eyes close as you inhale his natural scent. Despite him being a firecracker, his presence always soothed your nerves. You brush your nose against his, hand coming to rest on his leg. “Mhm, Me too.”

Your eyes soften as you absorb his words, your thumb brushes along his cheek. The small smattering of freckles stand out against your skin, full lips parted as you exhale, knee pressed against his to ground yourself. “Mhm, that’s cause I like you,” you remark casually. “It’s easy to understand when you love someone.”

You hum, a look of adoration on your face as your hand slips around his neck to pull him closer. You brush your nose against his exhaling against his lips. “I want you.”

Your cheeks blush at his words, you pull him into another heated kiss brushing your tongue against his. You pull back at the feel of his hand on your thigh. It shoots straight to your core. You moan lashes fluttering at his touch.

“As much as I want to sleep with you, I don’t think I have the stamina tonight,” you remark breathlessly. “Though if you wanted to help me shower,” you trail off impishly, “I won’t say no.”

You simply raise your arms up indicating for him to take your shirt off. You blush at the sound of his inhale, his fingers brushing against your ribs. You watch greedily as he unbuckles his pants and they drop to the floor. He was handsome. You bite your lip admiring his physique. He steps forward, his hands coming to rest on your sweats. You give him a nod, gasping as his fingers slide down your hips as he pulls your pants off. You step out, accepting his hand as he guides you into the shower. You feel his fingers pull your hair tie out. You sigh at the feel of his broad chest pressed against you back. His fingers idly tracing the hand print on your back.

The two of you exchange kisses as you carefully wash his back and chest. Fingers lingering on certain areas, your lips quirked as he gazes at you with lust filled eyes. You hum against his lips when he pulls you into a heated kiss. You shiver at the feel of his hand on your hip. It was your turn to have your body washed, you bit your lip as you listened to his instructions. Gasping when he placed playful bites on your neck. “Mhm Katsuki.”

“I do,” you moan huskily when his hand squeezes your ass, he had pulled you up onto your toes. His fingers brushing against your cunt. You were soaked. You wrapped your arms around his neck pushing your breast against his chest. You gasped when his fingers sunk in, your hips thrusting. Your lashes fluttered, teeth biting into your lower lip when he moves them in and out.

You kiss him hard on the mouth, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. You want him, too, more than words can say.

"Take me," you whisper, pulling away from the kiss and looking up at him with blown-out pupils and a look of pure hunger on your face.

As his lips find yours once again, you feel a wave of desire wash over you, your body on fire for him. You moan into his mouth as he parts your legs, his fingers sliding into you with sinful ease.

You arch your back in pleasure, begging for more, and he gives it to you, his touch sending you to new heights of ecstasy. You are completely his, lost in the moment and consumed by the passion between you.

You cry out in pleasure, your body writhing as he works his magic on you. You are consumed by him, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure he is giving you.

“Please, Katsuki, please,” You beg spread out like a dessert on the bed. You hair in a halo around your head as you stare at him with hooded eyes, your lips are swollen from his passionate kisses. Cunt soaked and on display. You tangle your fingers in his hair watching him devour your pussy.