Yes With Kirishima

Yes with Kirishima 😭

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Prey for the Wicked

Bakugou x villain!Reader

Warnings: talk of violence, talk of murder, Katsu threatens to hit you

WC: 1.5K

a/n: Here’s a thing I wrote in literally like 15 minutes because it took over me after listening to a Rihanna song. So here ya go.

Katsuki wishes he could slap that stupid smug ass grin off your face as he watches you through the window of the interrogation room. You’ve been sitting like this, silent for the past three hours, but the grin hasn’t faltered once.

He fucking hates it. It’s like you know a secret none of the other heroes know and it pisses him off. You’ve been one of the hardest villains to catch for the past three months. You’ve been terrorizing the city for the last three months.

And he finally caught you. He did. All by himself. With no help. He won, not you. Which is why he can’t understand why you’re sitting there like you have.

“Why don’t you just go in there and slap her until she fucking talks,” he growls at the chief of police.

You don’t deserve any chivalry, any escape from the pain and harsh realities of being in police custody. You’ve fucking killed people, and injured five cops in the process.

“Because it won’t make her talk,” the chief replies calmly. “She doesn’t care about the pain. She’s numb. They all are. It’s how he keeps them all. “

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah well she’s an important one to him, right? So why not rough her up and send her out so she can lead us right to him.”

“Because she’s not that stupid Dynamight. You may have been able to catch her, but don’t think for a second it was that easy because you’re that good. If she’s here, it’s because she wants to be…or more importantly, because he wants her to be,” the chief explains.

Katsuki grumbles to himself. He knows the chief isn’t insulting him, it’s the truth and Katsuki knows it. Still sitting here staring at you through the glass isn’t helping either so he throws his hands up angrily.

“Fine! I’ll go in and talk to her,” he shouts, moving toward the door into the interrogation room. He doesn’t even hear the chief’s protest before the door closes and he’s in the stark white room with you.

You’re in a chair, arms chained together in front of you. Tight straps are twisted around your body to restrain you and there's a heavy duty quirk suppressing collar shackled around your neck. You can barely move your head to watch him enter, but your eyes flash over to him and sickeningly your smile widens.

“Dynamight! I thought I wouldn’t get to see you again,” you say in a sultry sweet voice that mocks the way someone would greet an old friend.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna see me, considering I’m the one who put you here,” he spits at you while walking to stand in front of you.

You’re still smiling, beaming actually like you actually Are happy to see him and for some reason it makes a pit of despair form in his gut. But not only despair, something else, something forbidden, something he doesn’t allow himself to think about unless it’s late at night and he’s alone in his apartment with a comfy fist bouncing near his crotch.

“ Oh no, any time I get to spend with the famous Dynamight is a pleasure in my book,” you purr. Katsuki hates the way you say “pleasure”, it bothers him. You say it and oozes with salacious intent.

“ Are you here to frisk me? I could be hiding god knows what under all these straps. I promise to be good but don’t forget to check my panties and my bra too,” you say with a giggle and a lick of your lips.

Katsuki snarls, “I wouldn’t fuck you even if we were the last people on earth.”

Surprisingly your face changes into shock. Your eyes widen and you blink up at him innocently.

“Who said anything about fucking? I’m giving you good advice as a hero. Is your mind in the gutter again Mr. Dynamight?”

Katsuki takes a step back, sputtering before his face twists into rage again. “You aint a fucking hero,” he sneers through his teeth.

“Haha and neither are you. But everyone will see it, in due time,” you say sighing nonchalantly.

“See what?”

“The truth,” you reply matter of factly.

“Then you have something to tell me?” He asks, pushing the interrogation further. He’s got you, your pride and stupid so called charm will be your downfall.

“No,” you reply and Katsuki curses.

You laugh again, the profanity isn’t lost on you. Your laugh rings out in the empty room, echoing and bouncing around the walls like a ping pong ball. It makes Katsuki sick but strangely puts him on edge. He knows you can’t move, can't do anything to attack him but he can’t shake the feeling of being surrounded and watched.

Katsuki tries a different angle, a threat but not with pain. He knows how to get under your skin.

“You’re pretty happy for someone who’s going to spend the rest of their life in prison,” he chastises you. That grabs your attention as you quirk a curious eyebrow. You stay silent though and Katsuki takes it as a chance to continue goading you.

“Yeah that got your attention huh? It finally startin’ to hit ya? That if you’re in here, you can’t be out there….with him,” he hisses.

To his bewilderment and disappointment, you laugh again this time heartier and louder than you’ve been since you were brought in. Tears form on the corner of your eyes as you wheeze and Katsuki has to flex his fists to stop himself from hitting you.

“Wow…” you breathe, “that was a good one, Dynamight. I didn’t know you doubled as a comedian,” you say while trying to catch your breath.

And then you stare at him, and the stare is cold and menacing. It pierced straight through him and he looks behind him swiftly to check that no one is going to jump him. The hairs on the back of his neck stand but he tries to play it off with another clearing of his throat.

“I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in prison, you explosive simpleton,” you reply. You sound so sure of yourself so incredibly confident that it drives him to the cusp of rage. He stomps over to you, grabs your cheeks and pulls you close to his face.

You don’t even flinch, in fact you smile up at him again and lick your lips as your eyes flick down to his and back up to his fiery eyes.

“You and Blood Riot are going the fuck to jail. I ain’t gonna rest until I put you both there myself, “ he growls, enunciating each word clearly so you understand. He will not let you two get away again. This will be the last time.

You bite your lip, staring at him wistfully, as if he’s a poor uneducated fool. He squeezes your cheeks harder and for the first time you wince from the pain of it. Your cool demeanor falters for only a second but it’s more than enough time to assure Katsuki that he has won. That he can win this. That he can finally rid himself of all the guilt and bullshit the two of you have put him through.

For another second you look apologetic, and there’s a sense of familiarity behind your eyes that Katsuki immediately picks up on. He swallows hard again, pushing down all the other emotions he’s feeling and focusing in on the anger, harnessing it. You look as if you’re going to cry, to say in a shaky voice something only meant for his ears.

Katsuki holds his breath, loosens his grip on your face and gives you a nod to encourage you to speak. You gulp, blinking quickly as you try to gather the words you want to say to him.

Again he feels successful. So much for “she won’t talk”. He’d better get a fucking raise after all of this shit.

Your lips part, and right as you’re about to speak, there’s a distant rumble far up above your heads, and both your eyes flick up to the ceiling in curiosity.

When Katsuki looks back down at you, what he sees makes his blood run cold. Your expression has done a full 180. You’re looking at him with that cold malevolent stare again, and as Katsuki drops your face and steps back away from you slowly your eyes never leave his, your face never changes.

Katsuki backs up until his back hits the glass behind him. He tries to control his breathing, terror rushing through him. As he stills his breathing he focuses in on you again, now whistling a tune he’s way too familiar with. You leave the tune hanging as if it’s meant to be finished by another. And when you finish, that stupid fucking terrifyingly smug grin paints your face again.

The answering whistle of the end of the tune is loud in Katsuki’s ears despite it being several floors above him. But he knows. He knows what it means, and of course you do as well.

You giggle again, and the ease and playfulness of it immediately makes Katsuki crouch into a defensive stance.

There is silence, and then your voice, singsongy and eerie before the walls behind you crumble in a heap of rubble and clouds of plaster.

“He’s hereeeeee.”