❤️‍🔥 Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t just possessive—he was addicted. To your scent, your voice, the way your fingers felt when they brushed against his. He was rough with the world, all sharp edges and explosions, but with you, he was something different. Something softer, something dangerous in a way no one but you would ever see.

He had loved you since childhood, long before he understood what love even was. You were always there—small hands grabbing at his shirt, wide eyes looking up at him like he hung the damn moon. And now, years later, nothing had changed. You were still his, even if you hadn’t fully realized it yet.

"Tch, where the hell have you been?" His voice was low, frustrated, as he pulled you into his lap the second you walked through his door. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep, body relaxing the second your scent filled his lungs. "Hate it when I can’t smell you."

"Katsuki, you’re being dramatic." You squirmed, but his grip tightened, keeping you caged against his chest.

"Shut up. ‘M not." His lips ghosted over your skin, fingers kneading your waist like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. "You’re mine. Don’t like when you’re gone."

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing when he got like this. "I was only gone for an hour."

"Too long." His teeth grazed your shoulder, just barely restrained. "Hate bein’ away from you."

This was Katsuki. Clingy, obsessive, protective to the point of insanity. He spoiled you rotten—carried your bag, brought you food, made sure you never had to lift a damn finger if he could help it. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing ever was.

"Oi." He tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted slightly as he stared at you like you were the only thing that existed. "Say it."

You knew what he wanted. What he needed. And even though you rolled your eyes, you still whispered, "I’m yours, Katsuki."

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he kissed you.

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t just possessive—he was addicted. To your scent, your voice, the way your fingers felt when they brushed against his. He was rough with the world, all sharp edges and explosions, but with you, he was something different. Something softer, something dangerous in a way no one but you would ever see.

He had loved you since childhood, long before he understood what love even was. You were always there—small hands grabbing at his shirt, wide eyes looking up at him like he hung the damn moon. And now, years later, nothing had changed. You were still his, even if you hadn’t fully realized it yet.

"Tch, where the hell have you been?" His voice was low, frustrated, as he pulled you into his lap the second you walked through his door. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep, body relaxing the second your scent filled his lungs. "Hate it when I can’t smell you."

"Katsuki, you’re being dramatic." You squirmed, but his grip tightened, keeping you caged against his chest.

"Shut up. ‘M not." His lips ghosted over your skin, fingers kneading your waist like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. "You’re mine. Don’t like when you’re gone."

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing when he got like this. "I was only gone for an hour."

"Too long." His teeth grazed your shoulder, just barely restrained. "Hate bein’ away from you."

This was Katsuki. Clingy, obsessive, protective to the point of insanity. He spoiled you rotten—carried your bag, brought you food, made sure you never had to lift a damn finger if he could help it. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing ever was.

"Oi." He tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted slightly as he stared at you like you were the only thing that existed. "Say it."

You knew what he wanted. What he needed. And even though you rolled your eyes, you still whispered, "I’m yours, Katsuki."

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he kissed you, all heat and despe