Word Count: No idea, typing this at 2:30 AM from the mobile app haha
Request: Nope!
Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, TW: Alcohol
Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.
A/N: Heyo! I haven’t written a fic in a LONG time, so bear with me, please. I got this idea from a tiktok on Instagram based off of a line in Melanie Harlow’s book “Make Me Yours”. I haven’t proofread this yet, I’ll do that in the morning, and I think I may make a part two!
Being a pro hero was hard as it is, but you knew that Training Day was only getting harder and harder.
Not because you were struggling with your quirk, no not at all. In fact, Aizawa has made it clear that you were hitting a plateau and needed to consider making your training sessions a bit more challenging to try and push yourself out of the spot you were in. And even though you agreed with him, and understood what needed to be done, you also knew that meant you’d have to rotate from your training area which… would break your line of sight of him.
At first, you only noticed him when he became loud and obnoxious. Really leaning into the explosive behavior like he even needed to reassure anyone of who he was or what his hero name stood for. The area he was working on was a bit ahead of yours and to the side. You had a clear view of him, but he’d have to be turning around to even see you, which made this spot all the more irreplaceable. Your eyes could drift and wander to places they shouldn’t be and… no one was the wiser. You had memorized your training routine perfectly, throwing one punch after the other at the punching bag without even having to watch to see if they connected properly. This way, your eyes could be watching his training instead.
You admired how he put his all into every session he committed to. He didn’t work his way towards stronger hits over time or slowly try to progress through new maneuvers and feats, he just.. went for it. Bursting forward with all the momentum he could muster, his voice deep and full of determination as he shouted out his anguish while ascending on his target. Blow after blow causing explosive reactions that sent the sweet smell of caramel wafting throughout the training ground with hazes of black smoke in its wake. You hated how distracting that smell was at first but you’ve come to love it now. Yearn for it. The smell hits all strong you could almost taste it, and at its most palpable, it sent your head swirling with thinking of all the ways you wanted to get closer to him.
How much longer were you going to be able to keep this training rouse up until Aizawa intervened? How much more of just watching him work could you even take? More importantly, how much longer could you stop your lewd thoughts from intruding on your training sessions? With each punch you connected to that bag, your head started to overlay that heavy, thudding sound over visions of a headboard pounding up against the wall over and over. The chain’s rattled became the accompanying squeak of the mattress spring, and your rough pants and heavy breaths were slowly becoming his making. He’d be on top of you, one hand gripping your thigh against his chest while the other held onto your hip. He’d be slamming into your wet folds with a meticulous thrust that had your toes curling and your eyes glued to his. He’d warn you not to look away. If you looked away, he’d stop. He’d slow down to an achingly slow pace and you needed all that he could give you in that moment. Your eyes would be locked onto his, your breath rising higher and higher the closer you became and he’d… he’d…
You’ve had to catch yourself a few times before like this from dazing out completely during a workout at the thought of it. Each time your thighs would tremble, you’d clear tour throat, and focus back up, but you knew this had to come to a head at some point. This couldn’t stay in your head for much longer… and with the cow you made to yourself after you got out of bed, you knew that today: even was enough.
With all the strength you had left you channeled your quirk and slowed down the time and space around you to land your new max of three hits per second. You released your hold at just the right time that the impact of all three hits sent that bag flying down the course, slamming into a brick wall at the end. You got a few head turns your way with a few of your classmates cheering you on and pumping you up as you took the moment to catch your breath. You hadn’t realized it, but you were drenched in sweat. Your tank top was wet all over you back, neckline stuck to your skin, and your leggings didn’t even feel like you are wearing any at this point. And all the while, as you softly laughed at your friends and colleagues for their kind remarks and accolades, you only briefly were able to catch that piercing red glance from him.
You swear you almost wanted to activa te your quirk again just to last in that gaze just a little while longer. His back soaked with sweat, his hair dripping down his neck and forehead, just to see that eye staring at you from over his shoulder. The contact lasted for less than you ever wanted it to, but just as quickly as he looked at you, he was focused back on his targets even quicker.
You left the training grounds knowing what needed to be done tonight. And your friends were quick to help you prepare…
“Wait, wait wait…” Mina took another long drink of her wine, “Bakugou?! That’s the one you want??”
Momo and Tsuyu burst out laughing at her. “Mina, I swear we told you this before!” Momo giggled, “Y/N’s had her eye on him for a while~”
“I mean I get it, but… THAT HOT HEAD?! I thought we were talking about someone like Shouto or something!”
“Haha, no, sorry, Mina, I just… can’t explain it.” You started to mess with your hair before your eyes started to get lost in the cup before you, “Sure, we don’t really talk other than about things like form or job postings, but there’s just something about him that makes me want to know him… more.”
“Well then I think texting him is a great idea!” Said a slight inebriated Momo, “Maybe you two can start up a chat and find some common ground that way”
“Or just tell him how you feel, that might for well!” Tsuyu added, “But knowing Bakugou, either approach might time some time to truly benefit you”
Slamming down her bottle, Mina burst out with “Well either way, that’s what the liquid courage is for! So drink up, lady!” Causing the girls to giggle and toast as you all started to toss it back with conversations about what each other were going through with jobs at the moment.
Hours later though, you were now the only one up at your place. Momo had passed out on the couch, toppled by Mina, with Tsuyu conked out on the floor. Now at peek drunkness, you knew this was your shot. This was your chance to start up the conversation with Bakugou, telling him that you wanted to hang out sometime and get to know each other better. So just before passing out yourself, you crafted your text, and hit send. Quickly you launched your phone away from you, and slept until morning.
With the sun as your alarm clock, you woke up sometime in the afternoon to an empty home. Momo, Mina, and Tsuyu had headed up earlier in the morning and left you a note saying “Sorry we passed out before we helped with the text! We’re still here to help! xoxo” You smiled as you put it down, thinking back to how the night ended until you froze. The memory of drafting a text came flooding into your head and you quickly went searching for your phone. It took you about 10 minutes until you found it and then when you did… you wished you hadn’t. What you sent wasn’t anything like what you intended, and what was worse of all, was that they all went left on read.
To: Bakugou Katsuki
From: Y/N Y/L/N
- Bakugou, I can’t take it anymore….. im so tired of jsut watching you work& get all sweaty&& messy!It’s fucking time we handled this!…
- Yu knw what I’m talkng about, too. I saw you look @ me 2day…
- You wanna fuck me JUST as bad as I wanna fuk you, hmm? You want this pussy, don’t you, baby
- I know you do, and I relly wanna give it 2 yu
- You smell so sweet, bby. Like candy. I’ll treat your dick like a lollipopp … I’ll lick it from bse to tip. Your balls can be lke cherries, hmm?
- I’ll put them in my mouth an
“Ohhh nononononononono” you muttered as you read through all that you had sent. You thought this can’t be serious, you can’t EVER show your face now. You hurriedly took screenshots and sent them to the girls who had about the reactions you were expecting, if you’re honest with yourself. Mins thought it was all hilarious. Tsuyu was trying to explain the likelihood that Bakugou would have actually cared, and Momo tried to give you additional silver linings and things you can try to do to mitigate the damage.
Momo: Send him a “Sorry about that, please disregard these” text!
Mina: Noooo, nonono, tell him “oops, wrong person”
Tsuyu: Mina, the first text has the man’s name in it. Y/N, how bout you just tell him you were drunk and you didn’t mean it?
Their advice rummaged around your head all day. Working some of your jobs today took your mind from it all, but it only took a billboard or a poster to hVe it all flooding back to you. You checked your phone a few times throughout the day to see if thee was any response and to just… contemplate who’s advice you should even take. Momo had a good point, Mina… Nevermind, and Tsuyu had a good idea, too. But even when you pulled the chat up and readied your fingers to start to compose something, anything, you froze and just… put the phone away.
It went like this all day until you finally closed out for the day. Going to the training grounds with the other heroes was a no go, today, and maybe.. ever. Could you really show your face there again? Have Bakugou glaring at you while you do your sets? What a nightmare to even consider. So, you sent off a text to Aizawa telling him you wouldn’t be there today, and headed home to unwind and just rest from the insane 48 hours you’ve had.
It wasn’t until later that night that you had finally cemented on what you were going to say.
Momo’s suggestion just felt like it would work out best, so after only a few glasses of wine after a warm, cleansing shower, you pulled up the text to compose and…
Bakugou is typing…
“Nooooo nonononono!” You stared with wide eyes at your phone. You waited too long! You were convinced he was going to call you a freak. A weirdo. Say you were “down bad” and just another extra in the background of his life. You were pacing your room, panicked at what terrible comment he was about to make when you finally heard that notification ping on your phone.
To: Y/N Y/L/N
From: Bakugou Katsuki
- Don’t end the scenario now. Tell me, Y/N.
- What happens next?
- I didn’t think you had noticed me staring at you while you worked. Your form, the way your clothes stuck to your body after a long, hard session…
- I know you probably sent this while being drunk or something, but I’m hoping this is truly how you feel, because if so
PREASSURE FLIP ||kirishima x bakugou x fem!reader skater!au. +18 MDNI
|| this is part one of a possible series in this au, so if you enjoy it please let me know! ||
about:all your friends had ditched you, forcing you to stand around alone in one of your friend Jirou’s party. Boredom left you in seach for some alcohol to drink but as you took your first sip, you heard a teasing chuckle directed at you.
tags: skater!bakugou, skater!kirishima, fem!reader, smut, oral, fingering, hand job, threesome, alcohol consumption, concensual sex, all characters are aged up.
Jirou’s apartment was packed with people that night. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence seeing that your best friend had made quite a name for herself in the music scene you both hung around in. However, this night would be remembered by you as the first time you saw none other than Eijirou Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugou.
I walked around aimlessly within the large ballroom that my college had to host the career fair in. I felt slightly overwhelmed by all the booths and panels around me.
I was just a general studies major. The jack of all trades, yet master of none. I did not know where I belonged. I glanced over at a booth that held many colorful posters boasting about Telemarketing and how it would be the future of the world and couldn’t help but to scoff slightly.
‘Even I know a cheap hack job when I see one.’A flash of camo caught my eye and I blinked owlishly at the panel near the center of the crowd. I could barely make any of it out due to the massive swarm of females that were blocking the view, but I did manage to see that it was two men standing in military uniforms.
One was cute and had long, bright red hair that was tied up into a neat bun at the nape of his neck, kind red eyes, and a friendly smile. The other was a rather handsome man with short cropped yet still spikey blonde hair with an undercut design.
His sleeves were tightly rolled up to show off muscular and heavily tattooed arms. His narrowed red eyes seemed to pierce right through anyone who dared to look into them.
I was fidgeting as I read the banner. “The Marines”. I was always a bit hesitant about joining a military branch even though I came from a military family and was a rather strong willed girl.
I was graduating soon and did need to find a job, that was the whole reason why I was here at this career fair, but to join such a battle hardened company like the Marines? Did I really want to commit to this? I jumped when a gruff voice called out to me.
warnings: sexual themes & explicit sexual content, rich people college, explicit language, toxic wealth, angst, abstinence, aged up characters
genre:nsfw, angst, fluff, no quirk au, kinda slow burn, porn w plot
synopsis: old money comes with old traditions, and one of the most prominent ones for the young men at azabu university is the ‘new year, new fuck’ competition, where alumni’s children see who can sleep with a virgin first. it’s a rite of passage for the men, and a good ego boost for the winners. izuku and katsuki, however, are bored,and when they hear the dean has a daughter starting who is sworn to celibacy, they think the opportunity is too good to pass up.
disclaimer: this is loosely (very loosely) based off of the movie cruel intentions! this content is nsfw, minors dni.
note: i will also be posting this on ao3 (will link, account name izukult)
I’ve never written a MHA fanfiction before so go easy on me.
word count; 1844
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“I have to ask,” you said with a sigh, not sure if you wanted to know the answer, “Why do you compliment all the other girls and not me?"
Throughout your time at UA, you had gotten really close with Denki. The two of you were like brother and sister from day one. So you understood why he wouldn’t talk about you, but it was the fact Mineta had never bothered you that confused you. Of course you’re very glad Mineta doesn’t bother you, but it kinda hit your self-esteem. If the most desperate person in the world wasn’t interested in you, who would be?
Mineta visibly gulped, looking up at Denki for help. When you looked over to Denki, you see him rubbing his face in frustration. For a moment he sits there with his eyes closed, but then he looks up at you with a strained smile, "Look, we would tell you but-”
Mineta cut him off, “-we really can’t. It’s nothing personal, really. I would love to gush about how sc-”
Denki placed a finger on Mineta’s neck, a small shock of electricity zapping the perverted boy. You watched with an amused smile as he fell over from the attack. Before he could get up and cause a scene with Denki, Denki began to speak to you, “We promise it’s nothing against you, we just don’t want to piss a certain someone off.” He gave you a quick wink before standing up from the arm of the chair.
“Who would you piss off?” you asked with a confused expression.
“Telling you would also piss off that person, so I guess you’ll have to figure out on your own,” he smiled at you, ruffling your hair a little. Mineta finally stood up from the ground, muttering angry words at your best friend. He didn’t seem to bothered by him, instead walking down the halls of the dorms towards his room. Mineta angrily followed him, yelling at him the entire way.
“What was that all about?” Mina asked you as she plopped herself across your lap. You laughed at the girl, looking down at her as she stretched out her back and placed her arms behind her head. She looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“I asked Mineta and Denki why they don’t talk about me like they do the others,” you explained to her. She nodded, telling you to continue, “And they said that someone scared them into not messing with me."
Mina nodded, her brows furrowing in concentration, "It’s probably Bakugo."
You burst out laughing, small tears forming in your eyes. The mere thought of Bakugo looking out for you? Not possible. You would believe that Todoroki liked you more than you would believe Bakugo does. But when you looked down at Mina, you saw no hints of humor in her expression.
"Wait,” you snorted, trying to calm yourself down. But it just kept getting funnier, “You actually think that Bakugo has a crush on me? Bakugo? Angry Pomeranian Bakugo? You think that he likes me?”
“Yeah probably,” Mina said with a steady tone. You looked at her in disbelief.
“Mina,” you said in a level tone, “you seriously think that the boy who calls us all ‘side characters’ has a crush on me? I mean, every single conversation we have ends in an argument. Why in the world do you think that he likes me?"
Mina shrugged, looking away from you and onto the ceiling, "He smiles with you.”
A twinge set off in your chest at her words. He smiles with you. The feeling was a little unsettling. It made you feel restless, made your brain think just a little faster than you could comprehend. But Mina was right. He does smile with you a lot. Part of the reason you pick fights with him in the first place.
“He smiles with Kirishima too,” you argued uselessly, causing Mina to laugh at you.
“That’s true,” she giggles, “I guess I was just reading into things.”
If you were honest with yourself. you were slightly worried that she would be wrong.
“Yeah…” you said in a slightly deflated tone, “maybe."
"What if it’s Sero? I could see the two of you together,” Mina comments, pointing at Sero with her foot, “Seems more your type."
You laughed at her, "Oh really? What is my type exactly?"
"Affectionate ones, I’d assume. Someone you get along with, who doesn’t question you."
"Doesn’t question me?"
"Yeah, like someone who would just immediately take your side on things. Someone who trusts you and your opinion completely. That’s why you and Bakugo would never work out. He’d challenge you too much. Be hopeful it isn’t him. Don’t know how you’d approach that mess."
You scoffed, "Yeah. Just the thought of Bakugo liking me is weird. I can’t believe I thought about it for a moment there."
The two of you laughed for a second, but unlike Mina’s, your laughter was fake. You didn’t want someone who followed you blindly. You want challenging. You want someone who is a partner. Not a follower. But how could you tell her that?
You heard someone clearing their throat behind you, causing you to turn to them. When you realized who it was, your entire body went cold. It was Bakugo. He stood there with a completely blank expression, but you knew it was fake. You saw past the mask, you saw the pain your words caused. And it broke your heart.
"I-” you started in attempt to explain, but Bakugo just looked away from you and turned around. For a moment you just watched him walk away. You didn’t know what to do. But you could tell that you didn’t have much time to think about it. So you pushed Mina from your lap and took off running after the boy. Bakugo walked faster, getting into the elevator and rapidly pressing the button for his floor. You almost didn’t make it, but at the last second you managed to get into the elevator right before it closed completely.
“Let me explain,” you begged him, but he just stepped away from you, unable to look into your eyes.
“Bakugo,” you plead with the boy, a strain in your voice. Any second now the elevator would make it to his floor and he would be able to get away. If he got away, you’d never get to explain. You would never fix this. So instead, you stopped the elevator.
“Hey!” Bakugo yelled, reaching for the button. You stood in front of it, blocking him from hitting the button.
“Listen to me,” you cried out, “Please just hear me out! I swear if you just listen to me and let me explain everything, I will let you go. Bakugo, just please give me a chance, okay?"
Bakugo stared you down for a moment, his guards slowly building themselves back up. Finally he just stepped away from you and nodded.
"Fine,” he gave in, “I’m actually interested in what you wanna say."
He spoke in such a sour tone, causing your heart to race. You gulped, trying to figure out how you wanted to say this.
"Mina, she was wrong,” you said slowly, “You probably heard her saying that we, l-like me and you, wouldn’t work out because you were too challenging. But she was wrong. I really like it when I’m challenged. I like it when someone checks for flaws in my plans, someone who doesn’t just follow me, but one that helps me suceed further by questioning me. Someone who makes me think, someone who really tests my morals."
"Yeah and? Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I lied earlier. I-It’s not weird to think that you like me. It’s actually something I think about a lot. A lot more than I should honestly. You annoy me. So much. But you just-” you stopped speaking whenever you saw that Bakugo wasn’t even looking at you. He just stood there, leaned back onto the wall of the elevator. His hands were tucked away in his pockets and his eyes were to the ground. It was like he wasn’t even listening anymore. You sighed, realizing that there was no fixing this. He wasn’t interested. You were just a little too late.
“Just what?” Bakugo asked quietly, still unable to look up at you.
You sighed, turning towards the elevator buttons, “You make me smile."
The moment your hand reached forward to start the elevator, Bakugo’s hand gripped onto your wrist, spinning you around to face him. He quickly backed you up to the elevator doors, his lips staying centimeters away from yours. One hand rested on the door of the elevator while the other firmly gripped your waist, keeping you held to him. Your hands were rested against his chest, greedily holding onto his shirt.
There were no words said between the two of you, but that was perfectly fine. You didn’t need to hear his voice to understand what he was wanting to tell you, the look in his eyes was enough. The way his eyes looked so deeply into yours, as if he had never seen a shade more beautiful than the ones he was seeing then. The way his eyes would slowly fall, how life began to play in pink when his gaze fell upon your lips. Words had no worth in this moment.
You leaned forward slightly, your eyes never once straying from Bakugo’s. He hesitated a moment, looking down towards your lips and pulling away slightly. But when he looked back up into your eyes, every guard broke down for a milisecond. But it was enough time for you. You saw it. You got to see Bakugo. The real one. The one who is a little vulnerable. The one who wants to be loved. The one who wants to be told that he’s good enough. The broken boy that he spends his entire life hiding.
“Hey,” you whispered to him, lifting your hand up to cradle the side of his face, “You’ll feel safe again one day.” “I do right now,” he muttered, finally pressing his lips to yours. Your breath caught in your throat and your entire body sets on fire. Bakugo’s grip tightened around you, removing his hand from the wall and pressing you completely against it. His spare hand held your face gently, When the kiss finally came apart, Bakugo continued holding you, a small smile on his face.
“We really should get out of the elevator,” you whispered with a chuckle. Bakugo just rolled his eyes and slightly pulled away from you, keeping his grip on your waist. He leaned over and pressed the button, letting the elevator continue to his floor.
When the doors open, you go to step forward. However Bakugo holds you back, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Are we not getting off?”
Bakugo shook his head, “Nope, we’re going downstairs to show Pinky that she was wrong.”
Warnings: Voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~
Word Count: 8k
The first time is an accident.
Katsuki has never noticed the quarter sized hole in the bathroom wall, hiding in plain sight behind his towel rack, blending into the ugly, out of date flower pattern. But two months into his new lease, he sees it.
He sees you. Just beyond the wall is the naked curve of his roommate’s ass, bent over as you dry your legs from the shower. There’s a glimpse of something else, too. Something far more forbidden, peeking out for just a moment between your legs. Wet, inviting, begging to be seen.
A wave of heat flashes in his gut, one that tells him he’s doing something wrong, that he should look away. He shakes his head, looks at himself in the mirror and mumbles a few curses. Katsuki even points a finger at his reflection, scolds himself with a “don’t be a fucking creep.”
But the next time isn’t an accident.
It’s purposeful, a quick pull of his towel off the rack when he hears you rummaging around in your bathroom. Curiosity killed the cat, and Katsuki has been far, far too curious about you since the moment he walked into the shared apartment.
Fandom:My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Frottage, Rimming (M - Receiving),Anal(M - Receiving), Soft Sex, Disussion of Cheating, One Very Mild Panic Attack, KiriBaku. Word Count:13.4k.
A/N:If this is terrible, we’re just gonna pretend it doesn’t exist and Play Away can live out as a one shot. Okay? Okay. This part gave me so much shit and the concepts have somewhat gotten away from me now, so sorry if that’s really evident in the prose.
Bakugo tosses his keys into the small ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter. The metallic clang rings out around the apartment, echoing back at him from empty corners and window'ed walls. There’s a numbness in his chest that he can’t seem to shake when he pads to the fridge and yanks it open. For a minute he just stands there, listening to the buzz of the fridge and the gurgling of his stomach, but he closes it again without taking anything out. The buzzing of his phone rocks him out of his daze, causing him to drift back to the counter. It’s a text message. The new one adds to a notification bar of more until the whole screen is burning bright with a near constant stream of messages.
From: Shitty Hair ‘Kaminari ate your lunch.’
From:Shitty Hair '… Are you coming back?’
From: Shitty Hair 'I’m assuming that’s a no.’
From:Shitty Hair 'Can we talk?’
From: Shitty Hair 'You can’t just kiss someone like that and leave…’
From:Shitty Hair 'Are you okay?’
From: Shitty Hair 'I’m getting worried.’
From:Shitty Hair 'Bakugo…’
From:Shitty Hair 'I’m not doing this. I’m coming over.’
Bakugo sighs. The last message had been delivered only twenty minutes ago, which gave him about five more before he had an irate red-head banging on his door. He could pretend not to be in, could turn off all the lights and hide in his bedroom with the blinds shut, but Bakugo has never been a coward. Busying about the kitchen, he pulls two cups from the stand in the corner and flicks on the kettle. He puts sugar in one, keeps the other black and waits, hands splayed on the counter of the water to boil. There’s something bubbling in his chest as he imagines Kirishima, somewhere, making his way slowly to his apartment. It’s a new sensation, one that threatens to burn his chest and constrict his throat, but it’s not all bad. He swallows, pushing down the faint slither of excitement that worms its way through him as he pictures swinging his door open to see his best-friend, the man he’d learned tasted like honeydew and cream, the man he’d cheated on his girlfriend with…
The kettle boils, snapping him from his spiral. Pouring out the water, he fills both cups and stirs, letting his eyes drift to the door of his apartment. Any minute now, the bell will ring, or knuckles will wrap against the door and – His phone vibrates.
From: Shitty Hair 'It’s late, let me in so I don’t have to wake up the whole building knocking.’
Bakugo gets to his feet too quickly, called to the door and the promise of Kirishima. The pull is too great for him to refuse, so he doesn’t. Almost tugging the door off its hinges, he has to tense his shoulders to stop himself lunging at the man in front of him.
Kirishima’s grin flattens as soon as he lays eyes on Bakugo. He reaches out, not giving the other man time to react as he wraps an arm around his neck and pulls him in, forcing him against his chest. 'You’ve been crying.’ He mumbles against his shirt, thankful that his lips meet material and not skin. He’d come over intent on starting an argument, or at least shouting a little, but the sight of Bakugo puffy-eyed and lost, looking at him like he’s the only thing that makes sense in his world, shatters those plans.
A strangled sob wriggles up Bakugo’s throat as Kirishima fastens his arms around him and gently urges him back into the apartment. 'I -.’ He swallows, feeling the pressure of the last few weeks wash over him, weakening his resolve. 'I made tea.’
Blowing air out of his nose, Kirishima nuzzles against the other man savouring his warmth before pulling back. 'Of course you did.’ Unravelling Bakugo from his body, he lets his hand slide from neck, to shoulder, to elbow, until eventually, he takes him by the hand. A breath of relief rises in his throat when Bakugo’s fingers entwine with his own and he’s allowed to kick the door shut and lead him away, towards the kitchen and the cups of tea steadily cooling on the counter. He tries not to think about the callouses scratching his skin, shoves away the thought of those hands on his body, tangled in his hair.
'I -.’
'Sit.’ Kirishima cuts him off before he can speak, shoving the cooling cup into his palms before pointing towards the back of the sofa. 'Now.’ Bakugo doesn’t even think about arguing. With the night drawing on, and the warmth of Kirishima’s hand on his palm slowly fading he hasn’t got the strength. He slinks off, rounding the front of the sofa before throwing himself back onto it with a soft thump.
A moment and a deep breath later, Kirishima joins him. He perches, despite being more than familiar with the apartment and shuffles awkwardly when Bakugo’s knee touches his. 'You look like shit.’
Bakugo scowls.
'What?’ Kirishima offers a small shrug, his eyes shining as he desperately tries to lighten the mood. 'You do.’
'You don’t look much better…’
'I don’t have eyebags.’
'The skin around my eyes is thin – it’s the -.’
Kirishima steals the sentence from his mouth with a smile. 'the veins showing through, yeah. I know.’
Bakugo huffs. Licking his lips, he swallows down his hesitance before grabbing Kirishima by the back of his t-shirt and tugging him backwards. 'Stop sitting on the sofa like you’ve never been invited in before.’
'Fuck – watch out.’ Kirishima slips back, almost splashing his tea down his front before he settles again. It’s almost impossible to be unaware of Bakugo’s arm still propped up along the back of the sofa, of his palm inches from the back of his neck almost touching his skin. The realisation makes his skin itch, makes him want to lean further back to feel Bakugo’s warmth, but he doesn’t. 'You want to talk about it?’
'About what?’ Bakugo grunts.
'About today – outside the cafe, you leaving…’
Bakugo lifts his arm from the back of the sofa, letting it fall back to his side. His jaw is clenched so tightly that he can feel his teeth shake, but without the tension in his mouth he knows he’ll fall apart again. There’s no point in hiding, he supposes. 'I went to see her.’
Kirishima freezes up. His shoulders tense around his ears. 'Oh.’
Bakugo’s voice warbles when he speaks. 'Sero saw us out -. He saw us outside of the cafe. That’s why he left… He went to go tell her.’
'How… How did she react?’ Shifting uncomfortably on the sofa, Kirishima shifts further away. The tea is scolding in his palm, but the pain centres him, stops him from standing up and screaming. He can still taste Bakugo on his tongue, but with every sip of tea it slips away. Part of him is thankful for that.
Bakugo laughs. A short burst of a noise rocks through his throat, making Kirishima jump. 'She fucked him.’
'What?’
'I put my hand in…’ He lifts his hand, recalling the sickening wetness on his fingers, but it’s the blossoming purple that pulls his mind back from the brink of free fall. 'Fuck – I hit him. I actually fucking…’
'Hey, hey…’ Kirishima abandons his cup on the coffee table in favour of scooting closer to Bakugo. He pauses for a second, hand hovering over the quaking mass of his shoulder before gently, setting his hand down. With a squeeze, he steadies him. 'You actually hit Sero.’
Nodding, Bakugo sets his own cup down and presents his hand. It’s hard to ignore now. The skin on his knuckles is red and swollen, small grazes littering thick skin on top of the bone making them stand out stark against the tanned plain of his hand. 'Yeah. Pretty hard.’
Eye’s raking over the injury, Kirishima swallows. 'You got a first aid kit?’
'I’m fine – it’s -.’
'Where is it?’
'Under the sink.’
Pushing himself up from the sofa, he slips easily back into the kitchen and dips to rummage under the sink. He returns, first aid kit in hand and sinks to his knees in front of Bakugo. 'Hand.’
Bakugo’s breath catches in his throat. The sight of Kirishima kneeling and nestled between is thighs makes something stir inside of him, something that threatens to make him forget the Hell inside his skull. 'Honestly, It’s -.’
‘Hand.’ It’s an order the second time it graces Kirishima’s lips. He pops open the kit, removing a small packet of anti-septic wipes before holding out his hand, waiting for Bakugo’s.
Bakugo gives in. He presents his hand, letting it drop palm against palm into Kirishima’s. It only stings a little when he brushes the wipes across the cuts, what hurts more is the look in Kirishima’s eye as he works. It feel like being on a see-saw. There’s a violence to the storm swirling in his chest that knocks him from heart-broken to smitten within a second and back again, but just as quick as he finds himself floating, the weight is taken straight from under him again. Just a few hours ago he’d been high on your voice, with your waist in his hands and anger on his tongue, but now… Now, his heart stutters when Kirishima’s fingers grace his. 'I’m sorry.’
'For what?’ Kirishima doesn’t look up. He doesn’t think he can.
'Everything…’ Bakugo swallows his hesitance. 'I’m fucking everything up.’
Kirishima licks his lips. 'You don’t know what you want.’ Dropping the wipe, he reaches into the kit and removes a cream. Uncapping it, he smears it across Bakugo’s skin. 'You don’t know who you want. You love her, but you kissed me…’ Shuffling back to his feet, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. 'But, until you figure out what that is… I don’t think -’
Bakugo’s heart hammers in his chest. With each step Kirishima takes away from him his throat tightens, panic rising in his throat as the idea being left alone in the emptiness of his apartment with this weight in his stomach infests him. It hurts to think, to try and sort through the mess of the last few weeks, but with Kirishima there, he thinks he might just be able to try. Stumbling to his feet, he crosses the room, reaching for Kirishima’s wrist and catching him before he can stray too close to the door. 'Stay…’ He croaks, pulling the other man towards him. Swallowing, he links their fingers. 'I - I don’t know what the fuck is going on in my head, but I know I want you to stay.’
Sun shatters Bakugo’s slumber. Thin streaks of light slip through the blinds, scattering bright slashes of pale yellow onto plain sheets helping him ease into wakefulness. With tired muscles, he moves to stretch out the aches of a restless sleep only to find that they’re not there. Instead, when he twists hoping to pop the stretch of his spine, his chest soar. Kirishima is asleep beside him. His red hair spills out onto the pillow, still slightly damp from the break-of-dawn shower he’d taken before finally clambering into bed. The plush of his bottom lip is rosy in the cool morning, bright and glowing with the faint redness of a nervous tick that has peeled the skin. Bakugo’s breath catches in his throat. There’s an unsuspecting beauty to him like this, something that begs him to reach out and press his mouth to the soft thrum of his pulse. He wonders if he’d taste different in the morning, with un-brushed teeth and the gentle musk of a night’s sleep in someone else’s bed… Of a night spent in his bed. He swallows. Would he smell like him?
Shit.
Rolling onto his back, careful to avoid waking his bed-companion, several things make themselves known to him at once.
One: He’s is hard.
Two: It’s the kind of morning wood that demands to be taken care of. The kind that won’t be defeated with a cold-shower and a stern talking to.
Three: Sneaking off to the bathroom to take care of it is out of the question, because now, Kirishima is awake and he’s staring at it.
Red eyes blink slow, pupils expanding in real time as a steady blush creeps onto tanned cheeks. His lips fall ajar in invitation or prayer as his eyebrows arc, pulling at his skin until shock and his own arousal blend cleanly into his features. Bakugo groans. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forces his head back into his pillow and tries to steady the hammering in his chest.
‘Ah - Haha. G - Good morning, bro.’ Kirishima muddles his way through the sentence even with words sticking behind his teeth.
‘Don’t do that.’ Bakugo doesn’t open his eyes.
‘Don’t do W - what, bro?’
‘Call me bro while you’re staring at my dick.’
Kirishima squeaks. ‘I’m not. I - I haven’t… I didn’t mean too. I just -.’ Shuffling, the bed dips as he prepares the flee, but his knees are barely sustaining his weight before a hand wraps around his wrist and tugs him back down to the mattress. He lands with a soft chuff.
‘Stop acting like you’ve never seen a cock before. Got your own, haven’t ya?’ Bakugo doesn’t let go until he knows Kirishima will stay out of his own volition and even then, he unwraps his hand slowly, brushing his thumb across the back of his skin in an awkward crescent moon before releasing him.
‘Yeah, but…’ Leaning back on his hands, Kirishima flushes.
‘But what?’
‘But that’s… That’s your… your - y’know.’
Cracking open an eye, Bakugo peaks at the man perching on his bed. Despite being well over 6 feet tall, Kirishima has managed to make himself look small. His shoulders have hunched, his chest almost concave with the curve of his spine as he tries to fold in on himself. It’s cute, in a way, that Bakugo’s able to fluster him so completely that he physically shines, despite trying to hide it. ‘My cock? You’re blushing because it’s my cock?’
‘Stop.’ Kirishima shivers. ‘Stop saying it like that.’
‘What?’ Almost fully awake now, Bakugo feels a grin creep onto his face as he sits up on an elbow. ‘My cock… You don’t want me to say my cock, is that it? What’s wrong with me saying my cock?’
Kirishima groans. His face is hidden by his hands now, fingers splayed only enough to peak between them and glare at Bakugo. ‘Stop.’
'Don’t think I will.’
'Please…’
'Nah, s'more fun to wind you up…’ Bakugo licks his teeth. 'Never seen you blush like a school girl before, and to think all I had to do was talk about my dick -.’
'Bakugo!’ Kirishima squirms again, reluctantly taking his hands from his face. 'If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll -.’
'What'cha gonna do, Kirishima?’
Something burns hot and steady in Kirishima’s stomach. It makes sense now he’s thinking about it, that Bakugo’s stupid fucking mouth would probably be his undoing… 'I’ll fuckin’ make you that’s what.’
With his heart beating in his ears, Bakugo feels the swell of excitement trickle into his veins. It feels dangerous, this, like flirting with his downfall and yet, he can’t find it in him to stop. Instead, he licks at his teeth and grins, silently hoping for an outcome he’s not sure he’s even ready for. 'And how you going to do that?’
Kirishima bites his lip. The air in the room feels stale and electrified all at once as his muscles unlock allowing him to move and then, he’s kissing him.
A gasp slips from Bakugo’s throat when firm lips are pressed to his, but he sinks into it all too easily. A moan bubbles in his chest when a palm wraps the back of his neck and he scrambles, hands tangling into the front of Kirishima’s t-shirt to steady himself. Nipping at Kirishima’s bottom lip, he tugs, desperate to taste more.
The sudden pull off-balances Kirishima, sending him forward onto his hand and trapping Bakugo beneath him. His body curls in an attempt not to crush him, but its not enough to stop their foreheads banging together. 'Oh, shit. I’m sor -.’
Bakugo’s hands untangle from Kirishima’s shirt, only to skate up the plain of his neck and curl behind his head. 'Shut up. Just… Just kiss me…’ It leaves his tongue on a whisper that tangles with Kirishima’s breath as it fans across his cheeks.
'Yeah?’
'Fuckin’ now, dammit.’
A laugh is on Kirishima’s lips as he sinks down to kiss him again. He feeds it to Bakugo, licks into his mouth and steals a stuttered gasp before reeling back again. The hard bar of Bakugo’s cock presses up into his stomach, twitching as he grinds down experimentally, giving it sanctuary in the crease of his thigh.
'Can…’ Kirishima kisses him, misses his mouth by a millimetre and causes Bakugo to chase him. 'Can I…’ The next kiss, he places on his jaw. Then his neck, the turn of his shoulder. 'Can I touch you?’
Bakugo can feel it. Kirishima’s cock is hard and pulsing, pressing slightly to the left of his own as if he’s trying to keep them apart. He doesn’t like that. Desire burns in his veins making it hard to think as a trail of wet kisses find themselves pressed to his skin. He wants it, he thinks, to be touched – to be consumed by Kirishima in any way he’s willing to have him. 'Please…’
Reeling back, Kirishima blinks. Now, that, that he hadn’t expected. 'P – please?’
'Please.’ Bakugo repeats allowing his voice to taper into a whine. He’s sure if he doesn’t get something, anything, to quell the burning inside of him soon he’ll combust. Bucking, he tries his hardest to align their cocks, rubbing desperately into the air.
A moan is kicked from both of their lungs as even the slightest friction sends violent shivers through their spines.
'I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna touch you, okay?’ Licking his lips, Kirishima keeps his head above the duvet only long enough to receive a shaky nod from Bakugo before he’s scampering beneath it and making his way down his body. His kisses make a path, walk the long road between Bakugo’s pecs and down his stomach before lingering at the edge of his boxers.
'Ei – Eijirou…’ Bakugo pants when he feels a finger slip under the elastic of his underwear, a hiss following soon after as he feels the material being pulled from him, allowing his cock to spring free. He’s soaked, he’s sure of it – can feel the soft stickiness of pre-cum on the lowest set of his abs where his cock had kissed them, but he’s not given any time to brood on the sensation before Kirishima takes him in his mouth.
The corners of his mouth ache as he stretches his jaw and sticks out his tongue, cradling the head of Bakugo’s cock as it slips past his lips. A salty-bitterness slips down his throat, encouraging a moan from his chest as he swallows down more and more.
'Shit – H-Holy fuck.’ With his shoulders tensing, Bakugo’s spine curves forcing him to press down into the mattress. He clenches the muscle in his thighs, trying desperately not to buck into the warm cavern wrapping around his cock and reaches out, blindly swatting at the air until his fingers can gain purchase on the soft, red locks of Kirishima’s hair.
The feel of Bakugo scratching at his scalp makes Kirishima’s cock jump and drool against the mattress. It’s an awkward position, being curled with his hips lifted, but it’s necessary. He’s not sure how long he’d be able to last if he was left to freely grind against the mattress. Hollowing out his tongue, he comes off Bakugo’s cock slowly, tracing the vein’s as he goes, but as soon as lips pop free of his tip there’s the faint pressure of a palm on the back of his head pushing him back down.
’M – More?’ Cracking open an eye, Bakugo chances a look between his legs. Kirishima already looks ruined. His eyes have blown out, black pupils banishing red to the edges of his iris’ as he looks up beneath his fringe. His lips, already swollen, are now coated with the thin sheen of spit and pre-cum that he licks quickly with his tongue. A growl vibrates through Bakugo’s chest.
'Yeah?’ Kirishima licks a long strip up Bakugo’s cock earning himself a hiss.
Nodding, Bakugo tightens his fist pulling at Kirishima’s scalp and grins when the other man moans. The discovery makes his chest swell, his brain whirring frantically as he wonders just what else he could learn about his best-friend – what he’s been missing out on for all these years. He reaches out, gripping the other man’s chin with his spare hand and gently encourages him to drop his jaw with a firm thumb.
Mouth dropping open on impulse, Kirishima finds all of his air caught in his throat when Bakugo slips his thumb onto his tongue and presses down. Closing his lips, he sucks, making sure to look Bakugo in the eye while he does.
'Shit, Red. Just fucking look at you…’ He curls his fingers under his chin, feeling out the tension in his jaw. 'Makes me wanna ruin you.’ Teeth dig into his thumb.
'You like that? Want me to ruin you, huh, baby?’
A unfettered mewl spills out around Bakugo’s thumb as Kirishima’s eyes flutter. The low timbre of Bakugo’s voice makes something feral and desperate wriggle in his stomach as he whines and tries to keep his hips elevated.
'Come here.’
Kirishima doesn’t need telling twice. Released from Bakugo’s grip he crawls back up his body and brackets his hips with his thighs. He can feel it, the hard bar of Bakugo’s cock pressing up against the crease of his ass. It sends shocks of excitement up through his legs and tightens his stomach, his own cock tenting his boxers and soaking the material a dark red. 'I -.’
'Kiss me, Red..’ Wrapping a hand around the back of Kirishima’s neck, Bakugo sinks into the warmth of the man over him. Their lips touch tentatively, but there’s an unbridled heat behind their movements. One that builds, quickly until its careening out of control. Letting his hands slip from Kirishima’s neck, Bakugo finds himself tracing the thick muscle of the other man’s back. His shoulders are firm and yet, there’s a discernible squish to the skin, a subtle give as ripples of tension spread across his body and disperse when Bakugo kneads at the flesh. Sinking lower, he follows the shivers of Kirishima’s back until he reaches the divot of his spine. The elastic of his boxers is an insurmountable boundary, a crossing that there’s no way back from and yet, when his hands journey beneath them, he does so with no questions lingering in his mind.
'Fuck… Katsuki – Katsuki, I -.’ Kirishima pants into Bakugo’s mouth, his stomach twisting as a handful of his ass is squeezed and pulled downwards forcing him to grind against hard pelvis and cock. 'I need… Need more -.’
'Yeah?’
Now, it’s his turn to beg. A whine breaks free of his throat and slips straight past Bakugo’s lips. 'Please.’
'I -.’ Bakugo chokes. A sudden rush of anxiety mixes with the lust bubbling in his stomach and makes him swallow. His thumbs trace half-moods into the plush fat of Kirishima’s ass. 'I’ve never… Don’t – I don’t know….’ His cheeks are burning, he can feel it. From the tips of his ears to the point of his nose is aflame as soft embarrassment glows on his features.
'Can I teach you?’ Kirishima’s voice is gentle as he leans down to bump their noses. 'Let me show you how to make me feel good?’
Bakugo nods. 'Yeah. Fuck, yeah.’
Shuffling from his lap, Kirishima tosses aside the duvet. The edge of it catches the lamp on the bed-side table, sending the thing clattering to the floor along with a glass of water, Bakugo’s phone and Kirishima’s bracelets. 'I – shit.’
Wincing, he moves to scramble to his feet, but is stopped as Bakugo sits up and against bumps his chest.
'Leave it…’ Curling forward, Bakugo wraps his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders.
Kirishima shifts, the faint glow of Bakugo’s phone drawing his eye. 'But -.’
'Leave it.’ Bakugo scrapes his teeth across Kirishima’s collarbone, a wet kiss following just after as he works his way slowly up his neck.
Dragging his eyes from Bakugo’s phone, Kirishima’s is afforded a singular protesting squeak before Bakugo takes matters into his own hands. A pair of large hands wrap his hips and twist, flinging him back down on the mattress.
'Katsuki…’ He squeaks, a giggle wriggling up his throat as the phone is long forgotten in favour of pressing another kiss to Bakugo’s lips.
A new heat bubbles in Bakugo’s chest as he hovers above Kirishima, his arms bracketing his head. 'So…’ He presses a kiss to his jaw, following the blooming trail of blush that spreads down the other man’s chest. 'You gonna teach me how you like it, ha?’
It’s a fight to resist the urge to cover his face, but he manages it. Nodding, Kirishima swallows the spit pooling in his mouth. 'Can I…’ Embarrassment curls his toes.
'Yeah? Tell me what you want, baby… C'mon.’
'Want your mouth…’
A grin takes Bakugo’s lip, exposing pointed incisors. Lifting a hand, he trails it down Kirishima’s torso, thumbing at a brown, pebbled nipple. 'Here?’ He cocks an eyebrow.
Kirishima gasps, but shakes his head.
'No?’ Sinking lower, Bakugo’s palm drags across Kirishima’s stomach until his fingers touch thick, black pubic hair. A shiver rocks up through Kirishima’s thighs when he finally takes hold of the base of his cock and squeezes – just so. 'Here?’
A mewl leaves Kirishima’s lips. The tension of Bakugo’s hand makes his stomach simmer and his pulse sink deeper as his cock twitches pathetically, oozing sticky pre-cum all over Bakugo’s fingers. Swallowing hard, Kirishima shakes his head.
Something hungry glitters in Bakugo’s eyes as he watches a blush bloom on Kirishima’s cheeks. The man squirms beneath him, wriggling somehow closer and further away as Bakugo releases his grip on his cock. Cupping his balls, he rolls them against his palm until a whine breaks through the air and then, he’s pressing the pad of an index finger to Kirishima’s rim. He grins. 'Here?’
Kirishima nods, a gasp on his lips.
Settling down, shoulders rippling as he makes himself a home between Kirishima’s thighs Bakugo doesn’t even attempt to resist the urge to lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock. He revels in the shudder it earns him, in the way he can feel the shake in the thigh muscle under his hands. There’s a nervousness squirming in his chest, but it’s outmatched by the desire that has burned like fire in his blood for the past few weeks. He needs to touch, to taste…
The first lick makes Kirishima screw his eyes shut. It’s teasing, a barely there press of wet flesh on his hole that seems more experimental than anything else, but as soon as Bakugo finds his rhythm he’s a goner. Cracking open an eye, he makes the mistake of glancing between his legs. Bakugo’s eyes shine as they bore into his. The lower half of his face is shielded, but he doesn’t need to see his mouth to know that he’s smirking. He can feel it as he laves sin against him making his cock dribble more pre-cum onto his stomach. 'Katsuki… I -.’
'Mmm?’ Humming against him, Bakugo revels in Kirishima’s taste. It isn’t the first time he’s eaten ass, but there’s something about how Kirishima squirms, about the breathy moans that drift form his mouth unconsciously that has him insatiable.
'You need to – need to prep me…’
'Yeah? You don’t want me to make you cum like this?’ Bakugo prods his hole with his tongue, unfurling the muscle inside of him.
Moaning, Kirishima has to chew at his lip to stop from crying out. 'No, no… Want. Want you to fuck me, Katsuki. Want -.’
'Say again, baby?’
Curling himself, Kirishima looks Bakugo dead in the eye when he begs. 'Fuck me. Please… I need you – need -.’
Sitting up, Bakugo licks spit from his lips before pressing a thick finger to Kirishima’s entrance.
'Lube… Need -.’
'Shit. Okay.’ Rocked momentarily from his haze, Bakugo scrambles from the bed to dig around in the bed-side table. He tosses aside a pair of leather cuffs and a small bundle of rope, clatters through a collection of vibrators that make
Kirishima squeak and then, he’s scrambling back onto the bed already squeezing a healthy helping of lube onto his fingers. 'You gotta tell me if I’m too rough, yeah?’
Back bowing, Kirishima all, but forces Bakugo to press into him. The first stretch has the air jamming in his lungs and a stuttering moan leaping from his throat.
'Too much?’ Bakugo’s eyebrows knit together. One of his hands cups Kirishima’s ass, kneading the soft flesh there to stop the shake in his fingers.
Kirishima shakes his head, rolling his hips. 'More.’
Bakugo is only too keen to oblige. Sliding in a second finger, he takes his time stretching Kirishima until he’s writhing, his hands reaching out and pulling at Bakugo as he pleads for more, still.
'Please, please, please…’
'Sound so pretty when you beg for me, baby… Who would of thought, ha?’
Clenching his jaw tight, Kirishima growls weakly. 'I’ll sound so much better when you get your cock in me, fuck.’
A laugh bounces around Bakugo’s chest, filling him with a burnt joy as he finally relents. Pulling back, he slides his hands down Kirishima’s thighs before giving himself a single pass with his fist. His cock is hot and heavy in his palm, swollen from neglect and dripping white onto the sheets below. 'Ready?’
Kirishima’s chest flutters. He’s been ready for this for as long as he’s known Bakugo, but the gravity of the moment isn’t lost. Licking his lips, he nods tangling his hands in the bedsheets.
Shuffling close, Bakugo presses his tip to Kirishima’s rim. He gives the other man one final look over, feeling lust and something more collide in his stomach and then, he presses in. 'Fuck… T – tight. You’re so fuckin’ tight.’ Immediately, Bakugo’s eyes threaten to roll back in his skull. Every single nerve in his body comes alive, sings as he feels Kirishima clamping down around him.
'Kat – Katsuki, Ah -.’ Kirishima flushes red. His body accommodates Bakugo’s like it belongs there, giving and taking in all of the right places as they come together: finally. It makes him whimper, makes his eyes mist and his stomach feel tight, but before he can drop from the precipice into panic, Bakugo is there, cooing at him and wiping barely shed tears from his cheeks.
'Does it hurt?’ Curling over him, Bakugo takes Kirishima’s cheeks in hand.
Kirishima hiccups. 'Feels good.’
'You promise?’
'Promise.’
The first thrust almost takes Kirishima’s breath away. Bakugo’s cock grinds directly over his prostate and with Bakugo’s eyes looking directly into his, he’s sure he’ll come undone in mere moments. It’s intense, bringing his skin to prickle as Bakugo’s forehead comes to rest against his forcing him to see the pleasure as it rolls easily across his features. 'Katsuki… Katsuki, kiss me.’
Bakugo doesn’t need asking twice. He connects their lips softy, letting Kirishima lead as he rolls his hips slowly against him. He can feel each twitch of Kirishima’s cock between their stomachs, the tension wrapping his cock making it hard to focus as a tongue slips between his lips and a moan is fed to his mouth. There’s something building in his stomach, something warm and fierce and uncontrollable, but he’s not sure if it’s the approach of his impending orgasm or something else.
'Katsuki…’
He can barely hear it. Kirishima’s voice reaches and reaches, but it never quite catches him.
'Katsuki…’
Swallowing hard, he tries to block out the buzzing – ignoring everything that isn’t here, that isn’t Kirishima.
'Kat – Bakugo.’
Snapping open his eyes, Bakugo really wishes it was Kirishima’s face, screwed up and worried that had caught his attention first, but it’s not. Instead, his peripheral finds his phone. It’s turned up on the floor and glowing soft. Maybe it would have been different if he wasn’t able to make out your name.
'Bakugo. Are – are you okay?’ Kirishima can feel it, the unmistakable softening inside of him before Bakugo pulls out and sits back on his haunches.
Bakugo huffs. 'Fuck.’ There’s tears in his eyes as his chest threatens to shatter. It’s like barbed wire has been wrapped around his torso, squeezing, cutting deep with each breath. How had he been able to forget? It makes him feel sick. Swiping a hand through his hair, he forces himself to look at Kirishima. The pain only gets worse then. 'I – Fuck. I can’t. I’m sorry – I… Fucking Hell, I’m so fucking sorry, Eiji.’
Kirishima scrambles to him. His hands hover in the air, unsure if touching him now would be a help or a hindrance… 'No… No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have -
’S'not your fault.’
'But I -.’
Bakugo shakes his head. 'It’s not just your fault.’
'Is…’ Kirishima hands shake in his lap. His cock has started to flag, his knees pressing together as he mourns the loss of Bakugo’s cock inside of him. The fall from grace is never an easy one, but he should have at least expected this. It was all too soon, too much. He’d know that and yet, the allure of Bakugo’s touch had him drunk, throwing away his intuition in favour of stealing the kisses he’d yearned for for years. There’s a hole in his stomach, one that he’s more than familiar with as he watches Bakugo fall apart centimetres from him. He’s powerless, lost to the guilt that infests his chest. All he wants to do is touch, to reach out and make him feel better, to press his fingers into the spaces between his ribs and hold him, but he’s not sure he’s allowed to do that. He’s not sure he’ll ever be allowed to do that again. The thought makes him sick.
For a moment, Bakugo just stares. His skin prickles, stomach bubbling as he tries to stem the bleed in his chest that makes him want to disappear The phone on the floor stopped glowing almost a minute ago, but he still can’t find it in him to tear his eyes from it. Instead, he’s frozen, breath hitched as he debates clambering off the bed to reach for it. 'Ei – I -.’
'Can I hug you?’
Kirishima’s voice rocks him steady from free fall. He doesn’t know why he nods, why he let’s Kirishima gently pull him back to the mattress and lay his head on his chest. Their breathing syncs, each struggling lift of Bakugo’s lungs causing Kirishima to haul air in through his nose. There’s no tangling of limbs this time, no entwining fingers or legs to drag them closer to each other; just the simple embrace of two people, lost, seeking comfort in the only way they can.
Licking his teeth, Bakugo lets his head sink into the pillow. His finger itch, desperate to slink off the bed and click on the missed call he knows is waiting for him, but the fear of your voice, of the words that could shatter him again keep him rooted.
'Can I ask you a question?’
Kirishima’s voice is quiet, dying in his throat. Bakugo hates that he’s the reason for it. He grunts. 'Sure.’
’…What do you do if you know something is wrong, but you want to do it anyway?’ From where his ear is pressed to Bakugo’s skin, Kirishima can hear the stutter of his heart.
'I don’t think I’m the best person to be asking that.’
'Humour me.’
Bakugo sighs, feeling his words tug at his heart. '… According to my current track record, you do it anyway.’
Kirishima swallows. 'Okay.’ Summoning the little strength remaining in his heart, he lifts himself onto an elbow. Craning over Bakugo, he lets his eyes flit from crimson iris’ to plush lips before finally, finally leaning down. It’s the softest kiss they’ve shared yet, a barely-there touch of lips as Kirishima lets himself sink, imprinting the memory so deeply into his grey matter that he hopes it’ll be the last thing he ever forgets. Pulling back, he doesn’t even wait for Bakugo’s eyes to flicker back open before moving away. He whispers: 'We’ll be okay, won’t we?’
Bakugo chokes. He wants to say 'yes’, to smooth his hands through Kirishima’s hair and tell him it’ll all be alright, but they’ve crossed so many lines in the past few weeks that it’s hard to know where they stand. Licking his lips, Bakugo brushes his knuckles over Kirishima’s cheek. The thought of losing his best-friend makes him run cold. 'We’ll figure it out.’ He lands on. 'We always do, ha?’
'Yeah…’ Shuffling back to his knees, Kirishima resists the urge to rest his hand on the weight in his stomach. 'I just – I can’t… I can’t lose you and I’ve, I’ve fucked it all up because – because…’
'You’re not.’ Bakugo sits up to meet him, gingerly twisting their fingers. 'Listen, we’re all just – it’s fucked, but… We all just need time.’
'Time.’ Kirishima parrots.
'Time to sort my head out, to – to -.’ Time to choose, he thinks. The thought almost makes him sick.
Nodding, Kirishima wipes at his cheeks and chuffs out a laugh. 'At least now I know why all those girls in college where always dying to get into your pants.’
Bakugo squeezes his hand and shrugs as relief floods his chest. 'What can I say? I know what I’m working with.’
'Eh, you could be better with your mouth.’
A flush breaks out on Bakugo’s chest. 'Same mouth you almost came from, ya'mean?’
Biting his lip, Kirishima giggles. 'Maybe I was just stroking your ego?’
'That’s it.’ Bakugo steams. 'That’s the last time I’m ever going down on you…’
'What makes you think I’d let you do it again?’
Shaking his head, Bakugo growls before flicking Kirishima square in the forehead. 'You’re fuckin’ lucky that I -.’ The words jam in his throat.
'Yeah…’ Kirishima smiles. He can taste the end of Bakugo’s sentence on his tongue. Slipping his hand from under Bakugo’s, he collects his limbs and shuffles towards the edge of the bed. 'I - I think it’s time for me to go…’
There’s no arguing. Bakugo just nods and pushes himself up from the mattress. They dress in the aching silence of the room while still stealing glances behind the others back. The phone in his pocket feels like a dead weight, his hands shaking as he fiddles with the drawstring of his joggers. He wants to call you, wants to hear your voice come down the line and crackle in his ears, but then Kirishima turns around and flashes him that weak, broken smile and it’s as if the resolve in his heart crumbles in his chest again.
Kirishima doesn’t miss the way Bakugo toys with the phone in his pocket.
'I’ll see you out.’ Indecision coils low in Bakugo’s gut and makes him itch, even as he lays a hand on the small of Kirishima’s back to guide him from the bedroom. The warmth of the other man’s skin grants him solace, provides something a little solid as he feels his world slip between his fingers once more.
Still, it isn’t until he’s standing at his door with Kirishima about to cross the threshold that he feels his chest grow tight again. He swallows, turns the phone over in his pocket, lets his hand slip from Kirishima’s side. 'I – I think I’m going to try again.’
For a second Kirishima’s heart flickers to life, but the flame burns out just as quickly.
'I owe her that much, Ei. I – I fucking love her and… If, if she wants to, I -.’
Kirishima nods even though he feels like screaming.
'I – fuck -.’ Bakugo scrubs tears from his eyes. 'I’m not saying that I don’t – I… Listen,’ Stepping forward he takes Kirishima’s cheeks in hand and forces him to look. 'You. You started something… and – If, fucking Hell, if things where different there’d be no way in Hell I’d be letting you go, but, but I -.’
Kirishima covers Bakugo’s hands with his own. They’re both crying, crimson eyes filled to the brim with soaking embers that reflect such a myriad of emotions that it’s hard to pin-point the strongest. 'You love her. I know.’
'I’m so fucking sorry.’
'I know.’
'I really fucking wish things where different.’
'I know.’ Kirishima tilts until his forehead touches Bakugo’s. His breath is warm on his cheeks, his lips warmer as he gives in, one final time. The kiss is long, longer that it should be, but he savours every moment. Salt hits his lips, his tongue, a mixture of the sadness drying on both of their cheeks. He doesn’t know where he finds the strength, but it’s him that steps away first.
Retreating back to the door, Bakugo clings to it as if he might fall. The plea 'stay’ threatens to dance off his tongue, making his jaw drop as he licks his lips, tasting the maybe-one-day-love of the man in his doorway. He wants to kiss him again, to remember what it’s like, so he doesn’t forget, but -.
Kirishima shakes his head. 'I’ll see you next week – or something, yeah?’
'Yeah.’
'Well, I should -.’ Kirishima hooks a thumb over his shoulder. 'Y'know.’
'Y - Yeah.’
It takes everything inside of Kirishima to turn around and walk away, to not rush back and steal one more kiss, but he does it. He does it for both of their sakes.
Sero doesn’t bite back the smile that rises to his lips when he opens his door to see you. The weight that had settled in his stomach lifts, his heart beating against his ribs until his chest feels light again. He’d resigned himself to purgatory, content to bask in the unknown with only the memory of your kiss to see him through. The last thing he’d expected was you on his doorstep, not that he’s complaining of course – he’s never been so delighted to be surprised before. Leaning against the door frame, one arm supporting his weight above his head, he kicks out his left leg and crosses it over his right at the ankle. 'Hi.’
Honestly, you’re not quite sure what you’re doing here. There’s been an underlying restlessness growing inside of you all morning, one that has resisted all of your attempts to calm it. Which was probably why, against your better judgement, you’d sought out the only thing that had granted you any solace over the past few weeks. You chew at the inside of your cheek. There’s a shimmering purpleness along the line of his jaw that makes your stomach turn, but if the sore skin is giving him any trouble, he doesn’t show it. It makes you want to kiss it better. 'Can I come in?’
'Yeah.’ Sero steps aside. 'Yeah. Of course.’ There’s an itch under his skin as he closes the door and jerks his head down the hallway, easily slipping in front of you to lead the way.
Traipsing after him, you pause by the open door of his bedroom for just long enough to glance inside. It’s surprisingly tidy, with a large open window and dark brown bedsheets that are turned down at the corner, exposing a patterned under-sheet. A faint sorrow slips down your throat as you wonder if he sleeps on firm or soft, if he wakes to splitting sun or a blind-drawn haze, but whatever dejection that had been crawling through your lungs is quickly drown by shock as your eyes fall to his bed-side table. Atop pale wicker, beside a tall reading lamp is small clump of black cotton. You don’t need a closer look to recognise the article, but your breath stops short as the implication of a near-by bottle of lube dawns on you. A heat swallows you whole, threatens your already trembling knees, until…
'You want tea?’ Sero pokes his head out from a room further along the hall and rocks up his eyebrows.
A squeak escapes you as your head snaps in his direction. 'Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure.’
If Sero notices your fluster, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he flashes a crooked grin and disappears back around the door.
You steal one last glance at his bedside table, before the molten lava flowing in your stomach forces you to move. It blends awkwardly with the anxiety flowing in your veins, making your mouth dry and your fingers tremble.
Sero’s waiting for you in the kitchenette when you slip into the living room. He’s leaning on the breakfast bar that separates the room clean in two, a spoon caught between finger and thumb as he lazily stirs a cup of tea. His eyes flicker up, then back down again. 'Not that I’m not stupid happy to see you, but… You said you where gonna call.’
'I -.’ Your tongue swells in your mouth as you think of the seven unanswered phone calls sitting in your call log. You had called, after all, you just hadn’t called him. Guilt bubbles inside of you and rubs against the rawness of your aching heart. 'I’m sorry.’
Plucking the cups from the breakfast bar, Sero slips around it’s edge and places them onto the wooden coffee table to free up his hands before placing them on your cheeks. 'No, no, no… None of that, yeah?’ His thumbs dig into the corners of your eyes and smooth firm semi-circles into the skin underneath. 'You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for, baby doll. Nothin’ at all, yeah?’
You nod even though you don’t believe it. Still, you let him lead you, let him take your hand and sit you down on the edge of the sofa where he places a warm cup into your palms. 'I -.’
'Drink. Then talk.’
Doing as your told, you sip at your tea and let the heat loosen your voice. 'Katsuki, he –’
Swallowing down, Sero schools his features into stoicism, despite the butterflies in his stomach. He balks on his words. 'You guys back together?’
You shake your head. 'I said – said I’d call him to talk things through and… And , fuck.’
'Oh.’ Sero does a bad job of masking the drop of his features, even as he attempts to hide it behind his own cup. He licks his lips, savouring the florals in the Earl Grey soothing his throat. 'And?’
'He didn’t… He’s not answering…’ You wring your hands in your lap. 'And the more I call, the more I feel like I shouldn’t be, because if he’s not answering then -.’
'Okay, let’s take a deep breath, yeah?’ Slipping the cup from your shaking hands, he pops it back on the table before twisting his fingers with yours. He locks eyes with you, smiling soft, then slowly hauls in a steady breath through his nose.
You follow. The first breath feels like acid. Your lungs feel too full, your chest swollen and fit to burst, but just before you’re sure you’re about to pop Sero is pursing his lips and letting his air go.
It takes a handful of breaths, each one carefully following Sero’s lead before you feel steady enough to squeeze him.
'Feel better?’
You nod, letting your palms slip from his. It makes something swim inside of you, the ease at which Sero Hanta operates. It’s as if he always knows, always has a plan and a warm smile, a hand to help you keep steady. Just like he had last night. You shiver. 'Thanks.’
'It’s nothing.’ He winks, collecting his own cup from the table after offering you yours. 'But, for what it’s worth… He’s probably not ignoring you.’
'Huh?’ Swallowing a sip of tea, you have to sift through the warmth settling in your chest until you find the source of your panic. You drop your eyes from Sero’s. 'Yeah.’
'Fuckers probably just on a run – or something.’ He shrugs. There’s a grain of truth to what he’s saying, but there’s something ugly and selfish in his stomach that prays for something different, something worse. He stamps it down, re-focusing on you.
You chuff. You don’t think about what Bakugo could be doing, something tells you that ignorance is bliss and you listen before shaking your head, dislodging the thought in favour of thinking about the things you know, what you can see and feel right now. 'Yeah, I just… It’s just a fucking mess.’
Chewing his cheek, Sero leans back against the sofa. He hums, the sound vibrating the back of his throat. 'You can say that again.’
You pinch him.
'Oi.’ Flinching, he lets a grin split his lip as he arcs his eyebrows. “m just telling you the truth.’
'I wish you wouldn’t.’
'Well…’ Sero shifts until his shoulder bumps against yours. 'You’re always welcome to hide out here.’ He gestures the room with an arm. 'It’s liminal… Barley.’
If only all of this was as simple as a game of stuck-in-the-mud. 'Thanks.’ Huffing out a laugh, you let yourself sink into the plush of his sofa and take your time admiring his apartment.
Sero’s apartment looks exactly how you’d expect it to. There’s a large yuka plant in a far corner, basking in the glow from the open balcony window. Beside it, swings a hammock and just within reach is a tall bookshelf, adored with tattered books, a twin creeping fig and small various whittled animal figurines. It’s cosy. Nothing like your apartment, or Bakugo’s for that matter.
'So…’ Sero shifts on the sofa, bumping his hip against yours.
'So…’ You parrot.
'I, am just now realising that you’ve never been here before…’ He grins, his mouth crooked as he itches at his undercut. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. He can feel it. It creeps like ivy from his chest and up his neck, curling around the backs of his ears to slither over his cheek bones and ripen the tip of his nose.
His fluster makes your bite at your lip. There’s something addictive about seeing him forced to wear his emotions on his sleeve and knowing that you’re the reason for it brings out a sweetness on your tongue. It’s almost pathetic how easy t is to fall back into him. 'You gonna offer to give me a tour?’
'I -.’ Air jams in his throat as his blush deepens. He licks his lips and grins again, his eyes shining as he brings his gaze up to meet yours. 'I would, but – uh – my bedrooms a mess and -.’
'And you’ve been using my underwear to jack off since last night?’ Blinking innocently over the rim of your cup, you swallow down the pleased smile that rises to your lips when he chokes.
'You saw that, huh?’
'Hard to miss…’ Leaning a little heavier into his touch, you don’t bother to ruminate on the reason’s you find yourself falling back into him. It’s easy, a soft slide back into his orbit that keeps the outside world at bay. No-one could blame you for taking it, the reprieve he offers out to you oh-so easily.
Sero clears his throat. For a moment he freezes, caught somewhere between wrong and right as he leans in closer worried that he’s overstepping on already trodden ground. His heart thunders in his chest. It feels like he’s been caught, like you’re looking straight through him as you tilt your head and pout. 'Does that… Is that okay?’
You take another sip of tea to stop yourself from seeming too keen. The liquid is almost scolding, centring you as you try and control the bubbling inside of your stomach. His lips are shining slightly from where he’s licked them and you lean forward, unconsciously pulled towards him as you remember what he had tasted like. The image of him, naked and curled over himself, hand wrapped tight around his cock as he breathed you in – your underwear a mask as he came, hot, white and sticky over his hand and stomach makes your cunt pulse. You wonder how many times he’d done it, what he’d been picturing while he did, if the smell of you alone had been enough to make him loose his composure. Swallowing hard, you slip your tea back onto the table and nod, breathless.
'Yeah… Yeah, it’s okay.’
He sets his tea on the floor to be able to take your chin in hand. Calloused fingers curl under your jaw, bringing your eyes to his as he leans so close your breath fans his face. 'Yeah? S'okay I used your pretty lace to get off?’
'Yeah.’ It’s vicious the way you’re lured back in, your pulse sinking lower and lower as you let yourself slip closer until knees are bumping knees. Here, right now, it’s all to easy to forget about Bakugo, about the infidelity and the missed phone calls; about the possibility of his decision meaning the end of you.
Sero brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently. 'Do you like it? Knowing what I did…’
Nodding, you tighten your jaw to stop a moan from breaking from your lips, but before the muscle can even tense, Sero’s there. His fingers dig into the bone, stopping you from sealing the noise away. Instead, you moan, shuffling on the sofa as you struggle to clamp your thighs together.
It’s electric. This, whatever it is. He can feel you canting forward, see the way you wriggle, pressing down on the couch cushion for a little relief. Letting his eyes sink to your lips, he allows himself a lingering look at your body before dragging his gaze back. He makes sure you’re hanging off his every word when he finally speaks again, his voice low, barely audible as if he’s feeding you a filthy secret. 'You wanna know how many times I came?.. How long I spent fisting myself stupid with those pretty little things pressed to my face? How quick I came when I wrapped them around my cock -.’
'Hanta….’ You whine as his words settle in your ears. Twisting, you try and stem the prickling of your skin, but it’s pointless.
Using his free hand, he brushes his knuckles over your cheeks mumbling compliments under his breath as he makes no attempt of hiding the swell that presses to the thin cotton of his sweat-pants. 'Yeah, baby?’
It’s the smile that does it. The one that’s crooked in all the right places and causes the edges of his eyes to crinkle as he let’s his emotions play out clearly on his face. Lust swims in his eyes, shimmering bright in the inkiness of his iris. 'C'mon…’ He coos. 'Tell me what you want and I’ll give you it –.’ Swallowing, he lets his nose bump against yours. 'I’d give you everything.’
Lifting your head slightly, you brush your nose against his. 'Hanta – I …’
'Good girl… I can make you feel good, okay… Make you -.’
A vice wraps itself around your lungs. 'I -.’ It’s as if his voice plays to you on stereo, the soft playfulness of Sero’s tones mixing horribly with the rough of Bakugo’s. Deja vu repeats on you as you scramble backwards, pressing yourself to the arm of the sofa. You bite at your lip, hoping the pain will provide a distraction from the melody of memories that plays out in your mind, but it doesn’t.
'Baby…’
Sero’s voice reaches out to you through the fog. His hands come next, they tap gentle against your shoulders, but as soon as he’s able to press his palms to your biceps, you flinch. It’s too much. The sudden rush of reality leaves you spinning and sensitive as the carefully crafted bubble of the apartment loses it’s effect. Your phone feels heavy now, nestled in the bottom of your pocket, but even now you can’t find it in you to check it. 'I’m -.’
'No, no – it’s okay. I – fuck – I’m sorry.’ Lifting his palms in surrender, he shuffles backwards on the sofa to create more distance. His throat burns, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggles to get a handle on the situation. He’d thought he’d been reading the room, but the thought that he had been pushing his intentions sours his mouth. 'I – I came on a bit strong there, I – fuck, I wasn’t thinking.’ He tries to chuckle, but the sound gets caught in his throat.
'It’s not… It’s not that, I -.’ Your tongue feels heavy. So swept up in Sero’s aura, in the space that had been slowly growing in your heart since he had left that night, you’d almost forgotten the reason you’d found yourself back in his presence at all. Knotting your fingers on your lap, you force yourself to pull back. '… I called him.’
Sero opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again just as quick. His fingers itch, his heart still beating, hammering against his chest in it’s anxiety to be pressed back to yours. Part of him wants to reach out, to reel you back in slowly until both of you are left to bask in the limbo of each other, but he knows better. He nods, swallowing bile and disappointment. 'Yeah… Yeah.’
The air goes stale between you. A blanket of awkwardness covers the rooms, causing you both to shuffle to try to dispel the itch in your bones as you wait in the new silence. Licking your lips, you clear your throat, preparing to say something, anything, as you feel Sero slip through your fingers in real time. You can’t lose him, can’t let this feeling spread like mould, devouring everything that you where, that you could have been. 'So -.’
Shaking himself off, Sero stands before you can speak. He needs distance, or he might just do something stupid. Something zips down his spine as he watches panic rise in your eyes, but he pushes on, crossing the room to slump in his hammock and swing his legs over the side to face you. There’s a heaviness in his voice when he speaks. 'I’ve fucked it, haven’t I?’
You bite your lip, almost tearing the skin. 'I -.’
'Fuck.’ Letting his head roll back on his shoulders, Sero sighs. 'I didn’t mean to.’ He pauses, flicks his tongue across his lip. 'Well – I did. I don’t, fuck, I don’t regret it, okay? But, I – I just wish it didn’t -.’
Watching him unravel makes your stomach fizz. The acid licks at your insides, making it impossible to stay perched on the edge of the sofa. 'Hanta…’
The use of his given name cuts his rambling short. He pauses, eyes still trained on the ceiling as if revealing the expression you’re wearing might be the end of him. Biting on his tongue, he prepares to look, steadies his beating heart for the worst, but before he can sit up and catch sight of you his hammock dips.
'Hanta.’ Sinking into the hammock is strange. It’s shape caves around you and moulds, sliding you effortlessly next to him. Your shoulder presses to him, joining you by arm, hip and thigh as you both slump into the middle of the material. This time, it’s you who rids the room of it’s cold air. 'Look at me… Please.’
cw: dry humping, dom bkg, dirty talk, pet names, praiiiiiiseeee!!! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis: Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind
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You were being such a good girl for him while he was away on a mission, always calling him the same time of night, taking care of your shared apartment, but most importantly, not touching yourself. His sweet honest girl that would cry to him on the phone whining about how she “can’t cum without him” was the real tell tale sign you were telling the truth. Because in all honesty he thought you were gonna break, a month is a long time to go without falling apart at the hands of your lover, or well any hands for that matter, but he knew you were good for him. So good. Which is why tonight, after all that waiting, he’s finally gonna take you like he’s dreamt about for so long.
He so badly just wanted to lunge across the table and rip off your beautiful expensive dress to fuck you right there, wandering eyes be damned. But he was a man of patience and he wanted to make you feel good, put your needs first instead of his for once… aka give you the best “I missed you” sex of your life. Bakugou was absolutely determined that by the end of the night you would be crying on his cock after cumming an absurd amount of times at his will.
“Suki are you okay? You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” You shyly speak, worry lacing your tone.
warnings: she/her pronouns used. strong language. counter sex. size kink. tiny bit of body worship. praise n condescending comments from katsuki. wc:1.1k synopsis: katsuki brings home some of his newest merch for you to try on, but he definitely wasn’t expecting you to look that good in it.
katsuki knew he liked it when you wore his clothes; fuck, it was one of his favorite things, but this was different. his sweatpants that were three sizes too big on you were now replaced with tacky shorts that had ‘DYNAMIGHT’ plastered on the ass of them, topped off with a cute hoodie with his name along the sleeves. it was cheesy, you weren’t going to overlook that, but all in all, it was undeniably cute.
katsukis signature colors adorned your body with tight-fitting fabrics that clung perfectly to your curves in a way that made him flushed and made every snarky comeback he would usually spitfire long gone.
he had brought home some of his merchandise for you to try on and take a few promo pictures in together, but that plan seemingly flew out the window when he saw you in them.
you peeked out of your shared bedroom door, fully letting yourself leave when you saw him leaning on the counter waiting for you. “katsuki,” you called his name, waiting to continue talking until he looked at you. “whaddya think? does it look good?”
his jaw fell slack when he saw you and he sucked his teeth, blood red eyes training on you. “fuck yeah it does, you kiddin me?”
“you think so?”
“mhm, now, cmere.” he beckoned you over, sitting you up on the counter so he could stand between your legs that he held open with his hands. “you,” he began, lips ghosting over yours, “are so fucking pretty.” you adverted your eyes, and he just laughed and kept talking. “in fact, you look like you’re my biggest fan,” he teased, eyes boring into yours.
“shut it,” you gently flicked his shoulder, a gentle laugh bubbling from your lips to hide your embarrassment.
nonetheless, his warm hands that he placed firmly on your back were hard to ignore. you leaned into his touch, humming in content when his warm hands traveled lower, middle and ring finger tracing the elastic of the shorts. “katsuki,” you muttered his name, and he just let his eyes flicker to yours before going back to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his hands daunted lower.
“huh?”
“you jus’ gonna ignore what we’re supposed to be doing right now?” you questioned, and he let out an amused huff.
“fuckin’, maybe?” he laughed, and you just shook your head, pretending like his calloused hands didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin while they made their way up your stomach and under your shirt.
you tried to think of something snarky to say, but decided to settle with a quiet hymn of okay instead. he let his head rest against your shoulder while one hand traced the underwire of your bra and the other fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. “careful,” you began, “keep feeling me up like that and i might just become one of your biggest fans.”
his sharp inhale was audible, and you failed to bite back the laugh that bubbled out of your throat. you knew he was keen on praise, but you just loved how he fell apart in your hand and turned into putty at every little comment.
“just ‘might’?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “we might have to fix that. cant have you thinking i’m anything less than the man of your dreams,” he jeered.
“i dont know how truthful that is. guess youre gonna have to put your body to work to prove it, huh?”
“i’m not worried. you know my money is where my mouth is, yeah?”
with that, he pressed a kiss to your neck, littering them up to your jaw. he chuckled low when you tilted your neck to give him more access.
“want me to touch you so bad that you’re just givin’ it up, huh?”
you whined before running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp, to which he hummed. he sucked a hickey onto your collarbone, moving his hands and taking your bra off more expertly then you could have done it.
“hands of a magician,” he commented, laughing at his own joke after.
“so dumb,” you shook your head with faux dissapointment before moving to take your shirt off. he swatted your hands away, quietly tsking in the back of his throat.
“gonna keep the shirt on for me? i wanna see how pretty you look all fucked out ‘nd representing your favorite hero. could you do that for me?” his words were dipped in honey, and you melted into each syllable.
he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and slid you forward, pulling you off the counter just so he could bend you over it and see his hero name plastered over his girl, exactly where he wanted it.
“glad you know who this piece of ass belongs to,” he muttered in a breathy sigh, hand massaging it with a hard pressure. “can i,” he began, letting his voice trail off with a questioning tone. it only took your meek uh-huh before he spanked you one, two, three times. “sorry, jus’ like seeing that ass jiggle,” he laughed before pulling the shorts and your panties to the side. “ready?”
“ready,” you smiled, flattening your hands on the marble countertop to try and prepare yourself.
you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and shut yourself up, breathless fuck’s spilled from your mouth as he slid into you, one hand on your lower back and the other next to yours on the counter. he let out deep groans, digging his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck once he bottomed out. you could feel his built body against yours, and you squirmed under him, silently pleading for some friction, though the stretch between your legs was serving you pleasure.
“hold fuckin’ still,” he muttered, standing back up straight and resting on his elbows, capturing your body between his arms.
the initial pumps were slow and tedious; teasing rolls of his hips drove you insane, and you grabbed at nothing, body feeling feverish as you plead for it; rougher, faster, deeper.
who was katsuki to deny those demands? he couldn’t- not when your every moan and whimper sounded so pretty underneath him.
“gonna pound you, yeah?” he asked for permission.
“yeah, please,” you arched your back into the counter some more, letting his increasingly rough spanks and thrusts swallow your conscience.
a rough hand grasped your neck, pulling your head up from its resting space on the chilling counter. “you’re real lucky to be fucked by the dynamight, huh?” he jeered, and you nodded. “what’s that?”
“i am!” your voice shrilled, embarrassment and desperation entangling.
“thats fuckin’ right, you are,” he huffed, biting his lip. you could feel the countertops growing hot next to where his hands were planted, and you couldn’t help but attempt to dully note how much he lost his exposure when he was using you. “you’re so fuuckin’good.”
okay tumblr didn’t want to touch this with a 10 foot pole yesterday so i am trYING AGAIN wc: 2.2k cw: afab reader, subspace, praise, explicit sexual content
You found Bakugoin the spare room, but it wasn’t hard—you heard him let out a loud string of expletives aimed at someone on the other end of his headset from your spot across the house. Despite the venom in his voice, he’d been in a good mood all day, and it made you feel bold enough to interrupt his game. It would only be for a second, after all—and you missed him.
“Do you have eyes in that big ass head of yours or—” he was cut off by the soft squeak of the door as you pushed it open. He tipped his head back to look at you, eyes crinkling as he watched you linger in the doorway. He threw an arm over the back of the chair lazily, beckoning toward you as he turned back to his game. You padded over to him, leaning against the back of the chair to watch over his shoulder. The arm he’d thrown up to you snuck around the back of your neck—it definitely looked and felt like a headlock, but you knew it was Bakugo’s version of affection.
“What’re you doin’?” He asked you, eyes still on the screen.
“Wanted to show you something. And I missed you.”
His lips turned up at the corners at that. “Oh yeah? C’mere then,” he patted his lap, and you gladly obliged.
Warnings: Smut, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Non-Sexual Masochism (Could be considered self-harm). Nightmares and sleep walking (fighting). Blood. Burns. Swearing.
Contains: Established Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Hurt/Comfort. Angst! Soft dom tendencies, Kat & Kiri are switches, nipple play, biting, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda). Bondage. Restraints (rope). Oral (F receiving & M receiving implied). The guys fuck, it’s not all about Reader. Pet names/nicknames: baby, baby girl, little one, cutie, babe.
Summary: In high school, you started up a relationship with two boys in the hero course. Now, years down the road, you three are still going strong, but, every relationship has troubles to overcome.
A/N:This follows the same storyline from Head Over Heels. But if you just want to dive into this, all you really need to know is that Reader met Katsuki and Eijiro when she was assigned to work with them as a part of her Support Course program. Now she’s an inventor while the two of them are pros. Additional Fun Fact: I named this fic after a song I constantly listened to while writing it, if you’d like to give it a listen it’s called Take You Home by Scars on 45. Enjoy!
W/C: 8,022
If these walls could talk, they’d tell you of Katsuki’s screams. The nightmares that you and Eijiro had to pull him from multiple nights a week. Neither of you minded though, you’d do anything for each other. To the public you might have all been friends, there’d even been reports of the three of you being roommates, but behind closed doors, it’d been something much more for a long time now.
The twenty-three-year-old pro hero had seen so much for his young age, both he and Eijiro had, but Katsuki internalized it far more than Eijiro did. The blonde never liked to talk about the demons that haunted him. He knew you and Eijiro would listen and never judge him but, it wasn’t ever easy for him to admit something might be making him weak. He couldn’t show it, not even to you guys.
But that meant it spilled over into his unconscious, into his sleep, bleeding into nightmares that sounded truly horrific.
Some nights were worse than others but you and Eijiro had always been able to bring him back from them with soft voices and soothing touches… until the night you couldn’t.
You never slept particularly well when just one of the boys was home so since Eijiro was still out on patrol (on his way home, you hoped), you were really just laying with your eyes closed when you started to hear Katsuki’s little whimpers and felt his feet start to kick free of the blanket.
You rolled into his side, kissing up the side of his neck, “Baby… it’s okay, just a bad dream. You can wake up now.”
But Katsuki didn’t wake up. His brow tightly furrowed together. Sweat pouring off of him. It took a little bit of effort but you were able to roll him onto his back and take his face between your palms. “KitKat, come on, baby. Time to wake up.” That had no effect either.
So, you resorted to other tactics. Dipping your head low, “Kick their ass, Dynamight. You got ‘em.”
There’d been nights when that had been enough. One of you telling him he could win the fight inside his head, he could overcome it, and then he’d settle back down into a still slumber. But, not tonight. No, tonight his eyes shot open so fast you were taken aback. Red eyes staring at you so unnervingly, unblinking, and it sent a chill right down your spine. “Baby…” You whispered but he didn’t answer, “Kat? This isn’t funny.” He slowly sat up, his hands wrapping tight around your wrists, pushing you up with him. “Katsuki! I’m serious! Knock it the fuck off!”
You tried to pull your hands free but his grip was too strong, the more you jerked only caused you pain. Finally, his eyes blinked, just once, taking in the rest of the room and it clicked. He still wasn’t awake.
“Please, baby, please. I need you to wake up now.” His eyes blinked back to you while you struggled even more in his grasp. "Katsuki! Come on!“
“Like I give a fuck what a villain like you needs.”
Your scream filled the bedroom. Two explosions surrounded your wrists and the next thing you knew you were thrown off the bed and back slammed onto the rug at the foot of the bed with scalding wrists. He wasn’t as quick in his sleep though. Disoriented almost. It gave you enough time to run from the room and thrust the door shut behind you.
Your work was strewn about the living room and kitchen like it usually was and you scanned it for anything that could be used to help. And then you spotted the prototype binding cloth you’d been working on for Shinso. It wasn’t finished, not by a long shot but it was something.
You didn’t have the experience Katsuki did but Eijiro and him had spent years training with you. Wanting you to be prepared in case anything should ever happen. You never thought you’d have to use those skills against your own boyfriend though.
The bedroom door blasted right off the hinges, bits of wooden shrapnel showered down while you took cover behind the sofa. “Where are you! Not lettin’ you ‘scape!”
As quietly as you could manage you crawled your way around the sofa to try and get a better view of him when he spotted you. Lips turned up in a snarl that you’d hoped to never be on the receiving end of.
You rolled out of the way just as half the couch was blown to bits.
“Ava!” You called for the AI you’d created for your home and saw the device light up, “Call Sharky!” It chirped happily and Kat turned to try and find the noise while the phone rang, blindly firing off blasts.
“Hey ba- Y/N!”
“Ei! Nightmares! Get home! N— !” A blast finally landed on the bookshelf that Ava was resting on and it shattered against the wall.
Eijiro was sure he’d never run faster in his whole entire life. Cursing at himself for staying late to finish up paperwork rather than just going right home after his patrol. He dropped absolutely everything the moment he heard you on the call. The pen fell right out of his hand, he just grabbed his bag for the sake of his wallet and keys, and then he was gone. Running down the steps to get down to his car as fast as he possibly could.
It was an emergency, not an official one, but he could justify driving like a mad man if it meant keeping the two people he loved most in this whole entire world safe. He barely stopped at traffic lights and stop signs, only long enough to ensure no one was coming, and then he was speeding through.
He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, panic rising with every minute it took him until he was pulling into the driveway, leaving everything in the car, and racing for the door. “Baby!”
Everything was quiet, so unbelievable quiet, and that terrified him even more. “In the bathroom, Eiji.”
He could have cried from just the sound of your voice, following it through the wreckage that was now your shared home. He froze when he saw Katsuki on the bed, eyes closed with hands bound. “I— I had to knock him out… Eijiro, he— baby, he wouldn’t wake up—!”
His arms were around you in seconds, and he felt your tears against his bare chest the moment he pulled you in. “’S okay, love. You did what you had to do.” He ran a shaky hand down your back, “You were just defending yourself, I know that, and Kat will too.”
After a couple minutes, he pulled you back to look you over. Instantly, he saw the burns on your forearms and tried not to wince in sympathy. You also had a few pieces of wood embedded in your shoulder, and a cut along your jaw that was still bleeding. “C’mon, lemme get you cleaned up, and then we can worry about Kat.” When you didn’t move from the spot though, eyes still fixated on Katsuki, Eijiro picked you up and carried you right over to the sink so you could sit on the counter.
He thoroughly scrubbed his hands before slipping on gloves, working on getting the pieces out of your arm first and then flushing the little wounds. Then came the cut on your face which, wasn’t all that bad, just bleeding a good amount. He put a little ointment on it, cooing softly at you knowing that it stung, “Doing s'good, baby, almost finished here.”
When all the obvious injuries were tended to, he took a step back. “Alright, anything else?”
You shook your head and he saw the way you winced when you slid off the counter, probably just sore from the whole ordeal. You squeezed by him, walking back into the bedroom. He watched as you climbed right on the bed and undid the binds around Katsuki’s wrists since he was now home. You scooted up by his head and shifted it so he lay in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair and Eijiro had to pretend he didn’t see the tears that fell from your eyes.
He gave you a minute while he went into the walk-in closet and changed out of his suit. He’d just slipped a shirt over his head when he heard the incoherent grumble of Katsuki and he hadn’t even made it back to the bedroom before the, “What the fuck!” shook the house.
Fear pumped through his veins when he smelled the air. His sweat always left behind a distinct aroma and the air in was heavy with it. Quicker his heart started to race, his eyes darting around and landing on you, on the cut you didn’t have when the two of you had gone to bed. And… fuck, those were tears in your eyes.
He rolled over immediately and realized it was more than just a cut on your jaw. He swore, trying to figure out what happened and when your eyes squeezed shut from his volume, the way your whole body tensed from it, damn, he wanted to puke.
“Katsuki…” His head snapped to Eijiro silhouetted in the golden bathroom light.
“What did I do?”
Neither of you were able to stop him from leaving. Eijiro could have, the three of you knew that the redhead could have used force and made him stay but he begged, actually begged, for you two to let him go for the night. Just for the night, he promised. He needed to think, had to clear his head and process what had happened. He’d be back in the morning, made the both of you swear you wouldn’t clean anything up. This was his mess. He’d fix it.
He’d kissed Eijiro, pressing his forehead against his. “First thing in the morning.”
“You better be here, man.”
Katsuki wiped a tear that rolled down his boyfriend’s cheek. “I will.”
When he looked at you though, no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t think of what to say, there were too many thoughts screaming in his head that he just turned and walked out the door. Your choked sobs followed him out to his car.
That night he stayed at the agency, pulled a blanket over him, and laid on the black sofa in his office but didn’t sleep a wink. He barely even closed his eyes. Each time he did all he could see were those white bandages covering your forearms, the gauze on your face and shoulder. He knew there had to be bruises under the baggy nightshirt you wore and all of it was his fault.
Days trickled by and Katsuki did as he said. Every moment that he wasn’t working was spent on repairs to your home, a home he didn’t allow himself to stay in. He’d installed a new bedroom door first and then put up new cabinets since he’d blasted the old ones to pieces. He patched the walls, replaced floorboards and carpeting, built a new bookshelf, and bought new furniture for the living room but didn’t allow himself to enjoy any of it.
And if you were there, well, he was not. He avoided you as best he could. It was almost like before the three of you got together. Katsuki just couldn’t find a way to make peace with what he’d done. You might have forgiven him, you didforgive him, told him so at least a hundred times, but he never responded once because he had no idea how he could forgive himself. The pain in your eyes each time he walks away breaks his heart more and more.
He doesn’t need Eijiro telling him how much you want him to come home, he’s gotten all your texts, he would fall into a fitful sleep listening to your voicemails. The only thing that gives him any solace at all is the fact that Eijiro is there with you every single night. He knows you miss him and he misses you too, so damn badly, but how can he trust himself to be like that around you again?
Things could’ve been so much worse. All things considered, he’d been lucky! How could he so carelessly allow himself back into your life, your home, your bed, when he knows he could do so much worse to you? What kind of boyfriend would he be!
He talked almost daily with Eijiro about it. Like, maybe one day he’d hold all the answers that could fix these wrongs. It’d been two months though and neither of them came up with a solution. They’d just sit in one of their offices after the rest of the floor had cleared out. Eijiro’s arms holding Katsuki tight while he tried to work through this.
There were nights when that was all they’d do. Sit, talk, hug, and cry. There were others where Eijiro would try to take his boyfriend’s mind off things, sink to his knees and let Katsuki work out his frustrations by using his mouth. And, a couple of times, Katsuki pleaded with him to help him forget. Those nights left scuff marks on the floors, papers scattered about the room, the desk practically bare with Katsuki bent over it. By the end though, Eijiro was able to lay Katsuki down on the sofa, cover him up with the blanket, and kiss his forehead before heading home to you.
There’d never been jealousy from any of you when it came to getting physical when one of you couldn’t partake. Sometimes Eijiro’s quirk left his body too sore, or Katsuki had a killer headache, or you were just too tired from a long day of work. So, you weren’t jealous when Eijiro came home with fresh scratches on his back, in fact, you were a little relieved. At least Katsuki still felt comfortable with one of you.
You just wished you could find a way to make him trust you again.
After three months of late nights and about a dozen different prototypes, you might have found the answer you’d been searching for.
This whole time you’d never gone up to his office. You hadn’t dared try to speak to him at work, not wanting to distract him or make him angry but you knew he’d been sleeping here. Knew that even though his shift was over, this was where he would be.
It was always Eijiro who’d check on him but, tonight, you asked him if you could do it and he fully supported the idea. He’d been trying to bridge the gap between you two this entire time so just the smallest hint there might be some progress happening made him giddy!
You waited until everyone else on his floor had left for the evening and then rode the elevator up with a small box between your hands. Katsuki was the only office to have a light still on. He had the door already shut, blinds drawn to cover the glass walls but you could see his shadow sitting at his desk, a pen in hand, shuffling papers from one pile and then into another.
When you knocked on the door, all movement stopped. “Since when do you knock? Just open the door.”
He was expecting Eijiro, you knew that. You could have just opened the door and walked inside but, you weren’t confident that was the right thing to do, so, you raised your hand and knocked again.
“For fucks sake,” The chair rolled back and Katsuki flung the door open a second later, “What are y—“ He had to lower his gaze to meet yours, “Oh…”
“Will you let me in, Kat, please.”
“I don’t think—“
“Please. We need to talk.”
He didn’t want to. The way his jaw ticked told you as much, but, by some miracle, he let you by him.
You sat on the sofa beside the folded up blanket with the pillow on top while he leaned against his desk, head tipped downward, eyes fixed on the floor. Neither of you spoke for a while, you had a whole speech prepped but now that you were in the same room with him the words wouldn’t come out.
In the end, it was Katsuki who broke the silence with a sentence so quiet you were almost sure you didn’t hear him correctly. “I know why you’re here… can I just— I’d like to keep seeing Eijiro, please?”
You blinked and tried to figure out what he was talking about. “What do you mean, Kat. Of course, you can keep seeing Eiji! Why would I want you to—“
“’Cause we’re over!” He blurted and all the color drained from your face while he kept talking, “We’re over and, and, you’ve just got Ei now which is fuckin’ great because you, you should have him but I just, damnit, I need him right now too, okay? I won’t ask him to stay over, I want him with you every night, just need him with me a little bit.”
You were still stuck on the three words he said first, “We’re over?”
“That’s why you’re here. Surprised you actually came in person. A text or telling Eijiro to tell me woulda been more than I fuckin’ deserve.”
“Hold on!” You stood up so fast it knocked the box you’d been holding right off your lap. “You couldn’t be more wrong!”
You took a step closer to Katsuki and he tried to take one backward but he was already against his desk. He managed to scrape the thing across the floor trying to keep distance between you two. You wanted to walk closer, walk right up to him and wrap your arms around him, to feel him again, but seeing that reaction had you stopped in place. “I didn’t come here to break up. I’m here because I want you to come home— no, I needyou to come home.”
“You do not need me.”
“That’s crap! I need you, Eiji needs you! ‘S not home without you there!”
His voice rose louder than your own. “I cannot be there! Not with you! What if I fucking hurt you worse, huh? Then what! What if you couldn’t stop me next time!”
You folded your arms over your chest. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re the one doing the breaking up.” His mouth hung open, ready to keep arguing until you said that. “So, is that what you’re doing, Katsuki? Didn’t think you’d give up so easily.”
“You think this is easy? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done! Aren’t you scared? How can you feel comfortable around me after that?”
“Because I know for a fact you would never, ever, hurt me in your right mind. You would do absolutely everything in your power to protect me and make sure I am safe.”
“And what about when ‘m not in my right mind? When those nightmares take over?”
“That’s what these are for.” You scooped up the box from the floor and held it out to him. You were going to make him meet you if he wanted to know what was inside. He needed to make an effort.
It took him a second but then his feet moved. He was so careful to make sure not even your fingertips brushed as he took it from you. “You think some fuckin’ gloves are gonna keep you safe? Yeah, right. Thought you were smarter than that.”
“I take offense to that. These aren’t just some fuckin’ gloves,” You sassed right back at him, “These are how I’m gonna get you to come home again.” He arched a skeptical brow. “I’ve been working on these since the day you left,” You took a step forward and this time he remained rooted to the spot, “I actually got out of bed and started sketching designs that same night. Fell asleep at the table, Eiji carried me back to bed…” That seemed so long ago now.
There was about a foot of space between you and him. “I knew you wouldn’t come home without some plan in place so, this is my plan. I’ve done all I can on my own but I need you to actually test them out. My simulations can only tell me so much.”
Katsuki set the box down on his desk still looking unconvinced but he slid the black and orange gloves on his hands. Flexing his fingers to test the mobility, “They kinda feel like my hero gloves.”
“I modeled the fabric that touches your skin after the lining, you’ve always said you liked how cool it feels on your skin.”
“But, I can shoot through my gloves just fine, I don’t see how—“
“Would you just trust me! Do I half-ass any of my inventions?”
“No…”
“Do I plan things meticulously when I’m making something?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then. If you must know, when I say, ‘I modeled it after’, I mean that where your hero costume gloves only make your hands seem cooler, these will actually make them colder. The cooler you are, the less sweat you will produce, and therefore your explosions will be contained.”
“Contained within the gloves?”
“That’s the goal.”
He bit his lower lip. “Can we go to the lab now?”
A smile spread across your face and quickly fell when you made to grab his hand and he quickly pulled it out of reach. “I’m not touching you until we test these.”
When Katsuki went into the controlled chamber, you took a moment to text Eijiro and let him know how the evening was going so far. That you both were alright and Katsuki was open to the gloves. To say the redhead was thrilled was an understatement.
You kept a close eye on the temperature gauge to ensure it was regulating properly. There was a specific threshold you needed to make sure it would stay between, too high or too low would create problems in different ways.
Inside the chamber, Katsuki did everything he could think of to work up a sweat and the rest of his body was soaked but his hands remained chilled.
You didn’t tell him absolutely everything you’d done with the gloves, mostly because he always got bored with the science of it all. There was the cooling element, and the temperature regulation gauge but the outer two layers were meant for containment.
Even if he managed to build up a decent amount of sweat he shouldn’t be able to fire off any grand explosions with the gloves on and, so far, that seemed to be the case. There were a few minor ones that probably would have caused serious damage had the gloves been off, other than that though, things seemed to be working just as you intended.
It was almost two hours before Katsuki took a break. Breathing heavily when he walked back out to you. “That was great! Better than I hoped for a fir— oof!”
With the gloves still on, Katsuki pulled you to him, drawing you up so he could kiss you. The salty taste of sweat lingered on his lips and you didn’t care a single bit because he was holding you again, he was kissing you again. One of his gloved hands rested against your cheek and you wished for a second you could feel his familiar callouses underneath but this was more than enough for now.
“I fuckin’ love you,” He murmured, pressing his lips to you again, “’S much,” It was like he was trying to make up for lost time, “Thank you f’not givin’ up on me.”
It was your turn to rest your hands on his cheeks. “I will never give up on you, I promise.”
You got lost in each other a little while longer, breaking apart with heaving chests and swollen lips, “So,” The scientist in you came out, “any concerns?”
“Just one. If I do somethin’ like last time, what’s stopping me from just yankin’ these off?”
That was another feature you forgot to mention. You walked back to your station and held up a little remote. “I made three of these.” You pointed to a specific button, “I push this and a locking feature is activated. I used Eijiro’s grip strength as a reference for it. Only one button on one of the remotes is needed for it to be activated but both remotes are needed to deactivate it. So, if you break it, you’re kinda screwed until one of us can get here and use the backup.”
He nodded, deeming your answer good enough. He finally removed the gloves and you stared at his forearms, palms, and wrists in horror. “What the fuck, Kat…” They were blistered, so very red, they had to be hurting like hell and he hadn’t said a single thing. “I need to correct this. I thought it would just dissipate your quirk, not fire it back on you. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything!”
“I don’t want you changed a single thing about ‘em.” You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. “Listen, if I’m fuckin’ dumb enough to come after you again, I deserve a whole lot more than this!”
He slipped the gloves back on when you tried to reach for his hands. “Not without ‘em on. Please.”
“I need to fix them though.”
“There’s nothing to fix. If I don’t use my quirk while wearing them then I’ll be fine. If I use it, this will be the consequence.” There was no getting through to him, not now at least, and not by yourself. Maybe Eijiro would have better luck.
He squeezed your hand with the smallest smile, “Wanna go home?”
“More than anything.”
It’d been almost two months since Katsuki allowed himself back into the house you all shared. At first, it all felt like a dream to him, like he would reach out to touch something, expecting his hand to pass right through it. As days went by though, he slowly, very, veryslowly, grew more comfortable in his space again.
It took him 3 days to put his arm around you on the sofa, six for you to cuddle into his side. Eight days to sleep in the same bed with you and Eijiro. Three weeks and a whole lot of convincing before he let you sleep between them again.
The gloves always had to be on though. He came home every single day wearing them, hell, he put them on the moment he left the agency. The only time he could be seen without them was when he was in the shower or if he was cooking. They were so versatile, he could do nearly anything with them, he didn’t see a reason to not wear them, especially when they kept the people he loved safe.
Both you and Eijiro joked that they were his armor. The shields he now always had up.
Just over a month had passed since he returned. Finally getting back into the rhythm of his normal life. He’d come home after work, tossed his keys in the little bowl by the door, unlaced his shoes, and placed them to the right of yours. He’d barely stepped foot in the kitchen when he heard the prettiest sounds coming from your bedroom down the hall.
Your sweet little moans that he’d missed so much tickled his ears quickened his heart, and went right to his cock. He was following your voice before he even realized what he was doing. Feet stopping him before he could walk in the room, instead, he just looked on from the doorway, watching your fingers tug at Eijiro’s hair, keeping that tongue of his in place as he brought you closer to your high.
Your eyes were shut, hips bucking against his boyfriend’s face desperately, making the redhead’s hands move off your breasts and hold your hips steady so he could have you exactly how he wanted.
“K-Kat,” He hadn’t seen those pretty eyes of yours open and he sure as shit didn’t see them land on him. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t ready for this again, he couldn’t trust himself like this with you again…
“I know, love,” Eijiro cooed and kissed his way up your thighs before Katsuki could even speak, “We’ll find a way to get him to play with you soon, promise.”
He hadn’t realized Katsuki had come home, you had to tell him, and now two sets of eyes were on him.
“You should join us.” Eijiro’s voice was thick, laced with lust, and Katsuki knew he was so hopefully this meant you all would be together again.
It killed him to admit, “I— I can’t.”
“Please, KitKat,” You whined with fingers dipping back into your heat in Eijiro’s absence.
The redhead got up off the bed and walked right up to his boyfriend who looked ready to bolt from the room at any moment. His lips were as warm as ever, and Katsuki groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. It impaired his better judgment, allowed Eijiro time to wrap his arm around him and pull him into the room, and shut the door. “If you don’t want to partake, at least let us give you a show.”
And shows were the only way Katsuki would partake… for weeks.
At first, you could admit, it was a little fun.
Katsuki couldn’t help but get hard from watching you and Eijiro together, he’d end up with his cock out usually making a mess across his abs or having Eijiro suck him off once you were completely spent.
It didn’t take the blonde long to graduate from simply watching to making requests. He liked the control, making Eijiro hold out a little longer or instructing the man to keep pushing you further when your legs were already shaking.
But, after a while, you were left craving more. What the three of you once shared.
You wanted Katsuki to press you up against the shower wall in the mornings like he used to while Eijiro slept in or, wrap your hand around his cock in the middle of the night, slowly stroking him until he woke up. If you tried luring him in now though, he wouldn’t have it. Anything more than making out and he would move across the room, a safe distance away, and ask Eijiro to step in.
He couldn’t keep pushing you away though, not forever, not if you all were really going to be able to work past this.
You’d curled up in his lap, watching a movie on a rare Saturday night that the three of you managed to have off together. You sat there, comfy and cozy knowing perfectly well that at some point one of you would get needy, it was just a matter of who would break first.
There was the way you angled your body into Katsuki, in just the perfect way so you could lay feather-light kisses against his neck. It made his gloved hand start to wander higher up your leg. The subtle shift of Katsuki’s arm brought you up just enough so his lips could meet yours.
Soft and slow, sucking in your lower lip, brushing against his with your tongue. You could feel his hand slow start to lift your shirt up and you flinched and the cool material making him jerk away with an apology on his lips.
“Kat, baby, please,” you mumbled against his lips.
He’s still kissing you and you can tell he doesn’t want to stop either. You can feel what you’re doing to him and yet he refuses to let you do anything about it.
You pulled back and pressed your hand to the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, seeing the pain you felt reflected in his eyes was almost too much to bear.
From the recliner, Eijiro cleared his throat. He’d seen the interaction, “I might have an idea…” He left the room, followed by yours and Katsuki’s quizzical looks that only grew when he came back with the very plain-looking box that was usually tucked under your bed, and one of the chairs from the sitting room.
“Eijiro…”
“Just trust me, man.”
You craned your neck trying to see what he was going to pull out and it ended up being the ropes that were usually reserved for you, so, logically, you moved off of Katsuki and moved closer to Eijiro. “Tonight these aren’t for you, cutie. I’ve got something else in mind.”
He kissed the top of your head and then held his hand out for Katsuki to take, wiggling his fingers playfully when he didn’t immediately grab it, and when he still didn’t take it, Eijiro crouched between his legs. “You told me you wanted to get past this…”
“Still do, but, I don’t think ‘m ready.”
It was almost odd seeing Katuski so timid about this, about anything at all!
“Can you please just try, for Y/N and me? You two can enjoy each other again and you won’t be able to use your hands this way. If you’re really not comfortable all you’ve gotta do is say the word and everything will stop, you know that.”
After a couple seconds and a quick glance at you, he gave a curt nod of his blonde head, Katsuki finally allowed Eijiro to pull him to his feet. He sat him down in the wide padded chair. “Arms on the rests f’me,” and you watched as Katsuki did exactly as he was instructed, giving up the control he usually wielded, “Thank you, baby.” Eijiro brushed the blonde hair off his forehead and kissed him softly before getting to work with the rope.
Katsuki might have been more precise and meticulous when tying you up but Eijiro also knew what he was doing. He focused more on your comfort than the overall aesthetic, so it didn’t surprise you when every few seconds Eijiro would check in with him, needing to know if anything was uncomfortable for him or too tight.
When Eijiro was confident his rope work was done, he knelt and help Katsuki slip out of the sweats he’d been wearing before looking over his shoulder at you with a grin. “Get comfy, love, he’s all yours.”
You wasted no time crawling right into Katsuki’s lap. There was no denying that you missed the way his arms would hold you, or how his hands were always so warm against your skin, but the groan he made when you settled over him, even with your panties still on, fuck, you’d missed it. You’d gotten used to his muscles being taught anytime he held you recently, even with the gloves on, his guard was up. But, the ropes seemed to provide him with an extra layer of safety that allowed him to really enjoy you once again.
“Missed you…” Your warm breath on his neck sent goosebumps racing over his skin, and his mouth hung open when your lips made contact. Eijiro on the opposite side alright lightly nibbling at the sensitive spot just below his ear.
All of you heard him strain against the ropes, peeking downward and watching his fingers flex.
“Eager, isn’t he, little one?”
“Mmhm,” You smiled while Eijiro teased and taunted, already feeling his aching cock right against your ass.
You reached around and wrapped your fingers around him, swallowing his groan with a kiss while you delicately swiped the pre that escaped him right off his tip and down his shaft. “Eiji, baby, ‘s so hard already.”
You could see those sharp teeth perfectly with the smile Eijiro wore, one of his hands moved from the back of Katsuki’s neck and into his hair. He had him by the roots, angling him back and you felt him twitch in your palm even as managed to spit a swear before Eijiro could kiss him.
With his mouth occupied you continued to focus on his cock and sucking a chain of love marks down his porcelain skin, using your free hand to try and pull the collar of his shirt down as far as you could, but unable to properly reach his collarbones had you huffing in frustration.
“’S the matter, baby?” Eijiro asked, his hand caressing your cheek.
“Wish we took his shirt off before he got tied up.”
“Oh, is that all?” That grin was back, “Lean back f’me, love, I can fix this.”
You did what he said and pressed Katsuki’s cock right to your ass in the process making him suck his teeth, the both of you keeping eyes on Eijiro’s hands that came over the blonde’s shoulders and fisted the cotton fabric that covered his chest.
He didn’t even have his quirk active, all he did was pull and the shirt never stood a chance. Hanging now in tatters off Katsuki’s frame, “Holy shit—!”, the both of you muttered in unison making Eijiro chuckle.
The action left your panties soaked and you really couldn’t wait any longer. Not even allowing yourself the time to stand and shimmy off your panties, you settled for just pushing them to the side and lining Katsuki up to your dripping cunt.
His hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard that if you could have seen his knuckles, you were sure they would’ve been white. “Fuck, princess—! Slower, ‘s been a while.” You could tell it wounded his pride to admit but took your time sliding down his cock per his request.
“Could guide me if you had those hands free and just took off those gloves…” You teased him.
“Shut it.”
“She’s right you know.”
“Yeah, I get it!”
You had him buried inside, feeling so full in his lap with your walls fluttering, and your hands resting on his chest. You kissed back up his neck, “Just tell me when I can move, baby, won’t go until you say so.”
He sucked in a few deep breaths through his nose because if you moved too soon, he’d bust long before he was ready. So, he let you and Eijiro toy with him. Kissing, sucking, and nipping at his skin, all the light lingering touches until he just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Move.”
“Nicer,” Eijiro demanded of him.
“Please, move.”
You sweetly kissed his lips and lifted up off him just about halfway and then sank right back down to see how he’d do. The ropes strained again and it made you smile just knowing what he wanted to do.
He didn’t forget his manners this time, “More, please.” And you graciously gave him whatever he asked. Letting him control you with words rather than physically. He had to communicate, he had to tell you what he wanted, what he needed.
“Wanna see you.” He mumbled and it made you confused, all he had to do was tilt his head and he’d get a lovely view of the way his cock was vanishing inside you, but Eijiro knew what he meant.
He moved from his spot behind Katsuki, coming up behind you instead, “Think he wants these, baby,” His large fingers expertly pinched your nipples right through your shirt before his hands moved down to the hem. “Arms up for me.” He didn’t ruin your shirt like he’d done with your boyfriend’s. He lifted it off your body, kissing your shoulders once it was removed and giving Katsuki the perfect view of them bouncing as you kept on riding him.
“Pinch ‘em again f’me, Ei. Like it when she squirms.” And he would’ve if you hadn’t told him no, both men instantly freezing.
“If Kat wants that, he’s gotta do it himself.”
“What!?”
“You heard me,” You still lifted yourself up and down his shaft while you spoke, “No more being Eiji’s puppet master. If you wanna see something done to me, you’ve gotta take your armor off and do it yourself.”
Katsuki might have looked like his world was just spun sideways but Eijiro was actually chuckling. “I think you’re onto somethin’, baby girl.” He kissed your temple while Katsuki sputtered.
“The fuck she is!”
“Calm down. She’s listened to every instruction you’ve given her, slow down, go harder, whatever you’ve asked for, she’s given. I think it’s only fair that you can’t ask me to do those things for you anymore.”
Still, Katsuki’s jaw was set tight, and you knew he was pissed, that much was painfully obvious. What you could figure out was what he intended to do about it.
His garnet eyes darted between you and Eijiro like he couldn’t actually believe the two of you were siding with each other on this. For a second you wondered if you might have pushed too far, that this might have been too much for him to handle. Fear crept in and your hips nearly stilled.
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” His words were practically a growl from someplace deep in his chest and you obeyed without a second thought. “Undo the binds.” Your walls clenched at the words and you knew you were in for it.
The moment the ropes fell to the floor Katsuki was standing, using cool hands to wrap your legs around him, keeping his cock still buried deep. Eijiro was just a second behind him, grinning like it was his damn birthday all the way to the bedroom.
Your back hit the mattress and before you let Katsuki do a single thing, you tapped the gloves, “Off.”
He tore them from his hands, throwing them against the far wall, and then scalding, scared hands pulled you in.
They felt different. It wasn’t the fact it had been months since he’d had them on you, you’d remember his touch anywhere. He had new scars from explosions he’d caused over the weeks his hands had been in the gloves. The damage he’d inflicted upon himself.
Katsuki leaned down to kiss you before doing anything else. “They’re alright. They don’t hurt. Promise.”
And he didn’t give you any more time to worry about it right then. He already had your hips up off the bed, “Getting in my fuckin’ way.” He ripped the panties that you never bothered taking off before using you like you were nothing more than a tool for his desires.
You got exactly what you’d been craving, there wasn’t a part of you Katsuki left untouched. Rough fingers tugging at your nipples, making them pull with each harsh snap of his hips. He groped at your ass, pulled at your hair, and pushed your legs further and further apart.
When one orgasm ripped through you he didn’t even falter. “Hell, princess, already?” He flipped you over, face pressed into a pillow and he positioned your ass exactly where he wanted it, watching your cum drip out and run down your thighs before pushing himself back in.
He would’ve stayed upright, fucking you with both feet planted on the ground, had it not been for Eijiro bending him over top you. What you wouldn’t have given to see the look on Katsuki’s face when Eijiro bullied his cock inside him. Your ears were flooded by a guttural moan, and your hips were gripped so tightly that bruises were bound to show up within the hour.
“Fuck, wait, Ei—!” Katsuki was twitching inside you and you waited for him to flood your cunt but he managed to hold off again.
“Awe, too much for our KitKat?”
You pushed the blond further, sitting on all fours, looking back at the two of them. Katsuki’s head dipped low, nearly resting on your back meanwhile, Eijiro teeth were sinking into his lower lip and you knew he was working his inches inside Katsuki little by little.
“Ah, there ya go.” He ran a soothing hand over Katsuki’s back, “Now, be good f’us and fill our little one up.” He retracted his hips and eased, back in quicker than before, making Katsuki push into you as well, “She’s been so needy for you, baby.” Eijiro repeated the motion, quicker still, “Talkin’ about how much she misses your cock,” Another thrust, “Oh. And she really misses your fingers on that pretty clit of hers.”
Katsuki didn’t need any more of a hint. Rough fingers were on your sensitive bundle of nerves in seconds and your arms gave way landing you on the pillow below that muffled your cry.
With the way he moved, clearly not forgetting exactly what you liked, he was going to have you cumming for him again in record time. “Kat!” You have to turn your head for him to properly hear you, “Feel s’good, baby. Wanna cum f’you.”
“You as— askin’ permission, princess?” Eijiro’s thrusts had him stammering and you just knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer either.
You nod your head but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “Words.” Both of them reminded you and you whined.
“Please! Please, yes, I’m asking!”
Eijiro still had a good pace going, rocking the both of you with ease. He had Katsuki so close the man could barely form a sentence so, Eijiro took it upon himself. “Cum when Kat does, little one, hold out until then.”
Katsuki can feel you practically sob, so close to the edge and not being allowed to let that cord snap. He kissed up your spine. “’M close, babe, just— fuck— hang on.”
Katsuki’s head was pulled back from your ear, lightly this time by Eijiro’s hand. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then ask me.”
“Fu—“
“Ah-ah,” Eijiro cut him off, "I’ll drag this out for the both of you if you get your temper goin’. Try again.”
“Wanna cum, Ei. Fuck, I want it. Please, can y’make me cum?”
Sharp teeth were right against his earlobe. “Don’t let up on that clit of hers, understand?”
In an instant his fingers worked even quicker than before to the point you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold out like Eijiro had ordered but then those teeth sunk into Katsuki’s shoulder and the hand he’d had posted on your hip flew to the back of Eijiro’s neck to hold him in place.
Your fingers fisted the sheets and Katsuki couldn’t keep his pace on your clit, instead, it was all jerky movements until his first rope of cum shot into you. And he had so much more to give. The way your orgasm milked him had him painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until his cum was leaking out and onto the sheets below.
Eijiro kept his teeth embedded until he came too, just a minute or so later.
Months ago, it used to be one of the boys who’d get up and make sure you had a warm towel to clean yourself up, or they’d be picking you up to take a bath, but not tonight though.
Eijiro pulled himself out and then helped Katsuki ease out of you and let you slowly roll over onto your back. He waited until Katsuki was situated in your arms, his head resting comfortably against your chest, and only then did Eijiro cuddle in beside the two of you. One arm under your neck and the other across Katsuki’s back.
You had both your hands playing with Katsuki’s blonde locks, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp. “Thanks.” He muttered and both you and Eijiro knew that covered so many different things.
“Don’t have to thank us.” Eijiro started and let you finish with, “You’re worth fighting for, KitKat. We love you.”
He snorted a laugh at the comments he deemed ‘too sappy’, and yet he was the one who, after insisting you all needed to shower, that he was gonna marry the two of you one day.
genre:slowburn, royalty au, strangers to lovers to haters, angst, smut
summary:what is katsuki supposed to do when you come back when he thought that you were good as dead? how is he supposed to live on with his life when the love of his life has returned?
warnings (mdni 18+):angst, cheating, smut, soft sex ish, (characters are aged up to 20’s), fingering (female receiving), cum eating, corruption!kink, loss of virginity
note:comments and reblogs are always appreciated! also, this is the last part i will be writing so please don’t ask for a third part!
There was a sense of grief, hidden in that unspoken quietness.
In which two lost souls stared aimlessly at each other, fingers etching to hold on another, to have skin touch skin, just barely, until each other’s hearts were intertwined just as they weren’t meant to be, written in the by the strings of fate.
One sat up, one arm steadying his body as his duvet fell, revealing his marked-up chest, heavy with years of battle scars, the hand that lay atop it sliding off as he looked straight ahead.
Solemn eyes widen a bit, one foot taking you back as you step behind, hands nervously wringing together as you look up at the soldier who had brought you here, silently asking him why he thought that would be a good idea judging by the ring on his finger.
His lips moved in the shape of your name, hands shaking as he blinked once, twice, rubbing at his eyes as he glanced at the soldier behind you, slowly swinging one leg over the other as he rose from his bed, taking long strides until he came face to face with you.
In all your dreams and nightmares, you never imagined yourself in this position. There was a bit of embracement that came with it, knowing that you had finally given up, but what more could you do? They would have burned you once they found out you were dead.
But he seemed like he had seen a ghost. Face pale, eyes shining a brilliant red, swimming with various emotions as he took you in, the face of somebody he told himself repeatedly he’d never see again. Perhaps in another life, but never here. Not when he was alive and living with his title.
A gentle hand raised up, slow and delicate as it made contact with your face, a small sound of pain, perhaps regret, coming from his lips as your head dropped into his hold, eyes watery as you shut them, taking one step closer as his other hand was quick to bring you to his chest.
Was this a new paradise? Had he died during his sleep? He wouldn’t be opposed to it, not ever. If it was you that was truly in front of him, the woman who plagued his mind with every waking moment he lived.
“Katsuki?”
The two of you snapped away from each other at the voice, and it seemed as though he remembered just where he was, that the ring on his finger wasn’t just for show and that the woman in his bed wasn’t just another late night fuck.
“Is everything alright?”
And you looked worriedly over his shoulder at the woman that hurriedly put her robe on, fixing her long hair as she took padded steps to her fiance, a hand on his shoulder as she glanced at you.
“Do we have a visitor?”
Your lips pressed into a wobbly line, looking over to the soldier once more as he gave the two royals a grim stare.
You cleared your throat, giving her a small smile you hoped wouldn’t give your true feelings away as you shook your head, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in your old tunic as you gave them their well-respected bows.
“Your majesty,” You handed them a piece of paper, charred at the sides with burns, smelling of distant smoke as your house was so many ways away, “I have come asking for asylum.”
—
Beneath the star-scattered sky, the party flourishes with true delight and splendor.
Loud yells of excitement come from different people, women fanning their faces as the men lean in, listening intently to what they had to say, large smiles on their faces as they twirled around, the music growing some noises out as the violinists play in perfect harmony with their piano counterpart.
You watch happily from above, leaning over the stone railing as you’re cleverly concealed by a large bouquet of flowers, glad that you’re here and not in a ditch somewhere far away.
“Are ya’ not going?”
You glanced to the side, ducking your face down at the fact that you were caught, looking at the scene behind you as you let out a quiet sigh.
You were glad, however, that it was only Izuku. Out of all the knights of the seventh men, you were more than elated. It was the freckled green-haired man you had come to know over the past couple of months. Anybody else, and they might have kicked you out.
“Sorry for scarin’ ya,” He said sheepishly as he made his way towards you, almost testing the waters, but seeing that you were too distracted by the party below, you didn’t care all that much.
“It’s quite alright,” You answered, glancing at him for a second before you went back to looking down below.
“I can admire the view from up here,” You say, making some room for the man as he moves to stand beside you, “’S not so bad, you know,” It was true, really. It was deserted, but it was a sanctuary nobody seemed to realize was there.
“You’ll certainly be missed, then,” He said, more to himself, under his breath, and was almost glad you missed it with the roar of party-goers applauding Katsuki and Kō twirled around, his fiance’s magnificent dress shining a multitude of colors, illuminated perfectly by the candles that were perched on every wall.
You felt his shoulder gently bumping yours as you let out a soft breath, shyly glancing over as you assessed his uniform, noting that he had shed his usual chunky armor and had chosen to wear a more flexible and breathable piece of clothing.
“Are you not standing guard tonight?” You asked and watched as Izuku shook his head, fingers tracing the carved patterns of the rails as he looked down below.
“Denki and Kirishima are the ones on duty, thankfully,” He added, giving a melodramatic sigh as you giggled, noticing how his shoulders were still heavy from the weight they were used to carrying, how he seemed to grip the railing as if his feet would give way from beneath him.
He, along with many of his comrades, was spectacular at hiding his true exhaustion, you had come to learn over the past couple of months. They had ways to fight, families to protect, grounds they had to patrol, and they did an astonishing job at masking it all with a happy facade.
You didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, the silence comfortable enough to allow you to search below for a particular shade of blonde, scanning, and scanning until you found it, twirling his lover around as she said something, and you watched as Katsuki leaned down, his lips brushing over her ear as he looked around, shaking his head as they continued to dance.
You didn’t know him well, and vice versa, but he had seen you around sometimes, had the pleasure of making conversation with you, and had been able to observe well enough to read the silent emotions that you did well of hiding from most people.
Looking away, you balanced your back on the railing, hands over your chest as you pouted, and Izuku had to control the urge to coo at just how cute you seemed to be when irritated.
“You really should go,” You spoke, and Izuku looked behind his shoulder at you, his eyebrow cocked as he waited for you to say more, “You just came back from the trenches, right?” You waited for his response, and he nodded slowly.
At that you laughed, truly, for the first time, enjoying just how lost he seemed to be when it came to human interaction that didn’t involve talks of battle.
“Then go enjoy yourself!” You gave his arm a slight nudge, but he stayed put, shaking his head as he bashfully looked into the crowd, hoping it would hide the embarrassing blush that overtook his cheeks.
“I’m not a fan of condensed masses,” He admitted, “Ya’ never know when something’s about to happen,” And you supposed that given his background, he probably wouldn’t be a fan out loud noises, either.
“Well,” You looked down at your shoes, “Thank you for joining me. It does get awfully quiet sometimes when it’s just me most of the time,” You gave him a small small, and he reciprocated it, waving you off as if it was nothing.
But it was more than nothing, to you. Ever since the night you had come asking for asylum, Katsuki was swift in giving it to you, no questions asked as he made the southern palace yours. Albeit, a little bit confused because you seemed intent on never speaking to him again the last time he had seen you.
Of course, people aside from him were curious as to who you were, wondering what you had done to convince their cruel king to quickly give you anything you asked for. The woman by his side, Kō, you had come to learn, the very one who had become the bane of your existence, felt more so threatened by the way her fiance seemed to drop anything he was doing to aid to your needs.
And you guess you should blame yourself for part of it. Instead of leaving the moment he gave you your freedom, you stayed. The beds seemed too warm and the food so well made that you caved, living in your imaginative land of bliss as he worked at your beck and call.
As word floated around the palace, more people seemed to take their to-be-queens side, looking down on you from their noses as you walked by, whispering things to one another as you ate quietly on the side, and had decided, almost indefinitely, that you were to be the concubine once Kō was made a true royal of the south.
So, given the fact that you knew how in demand Izuku seemed to be with the women down below, with just how many people wanted to talk to him at all times, and with the probability of being most likely aware of the negative buzz that surrounded you, you were grateful that he came and rid your mind of all your swarming thoughts, even if that wasn’t his initial intention.
“I’m happy to be here,” He said and you grinned to yourself, looking away to hide the certain giddiness that filled your little heart. How long had it been since somebody had been this kind towards you? You hated how your mind immediately went to the cave and Katsuki and his gentle hands.
You opened your mouth to say something, but your gaze focused on something behind him, shutting up when the figure got into view, heart beating rapidly, blood roaring to your cheeks as you saw him, his eyes focused on yours as he walked towards you, his crimson cape, the shade of shed blood, swayed behind him.
Izuku noticed your divert of attention, looking behind him as he instantly stood straighter, one fist curled over his heart, the other behind his back as he folded at the waist, the way knights were supposed to greet their kings.
“Your majesty,” He scrambled to find words to say, “Is there any way I can be of aid to you?” The expected reaction, but Katsuki waved it aside, flicking his hand away, and Izuku easily got the hint, giving him a swift nod as he walked away, peeking back at you as he gave you a tilted smile, his green hair fading from view as he walked down the spiral stairs that led to the party.
Once he was sure he was out of sight and earshot, Katsuki was swift in his movements, moving closer to you as he pulled your hand into his, nuzzling his face into your neck as he wrapped his arm around your waist, lips hovering over the skin of your jaw, not knowing the way it played little tricks on your mind, forcing you to forget just where you were and just who you happened to be.
“Did'ya not like the dress?” He pulled away, and you wholly abhorred the way your body moved in sync with his, with just how much you longed to be held by him, even though it was he who you laid awake at night because.
But you resisted the urge to pull him deeper into yourself, to smell his warm cologne, to feel his lips against yours, but you shook your head, taking a step back as you looked anywhere but him.
“The dress was most undoubtedly beautiful,” You admitted with a wrinkled nose, heat burning under your skin as he enclosed your hand in his, his searing lips finding purchase on your arm, planting little kisses as he trailed upwards, stopping just as your collarbone as you pulled away once more from him.
“Then why didn’t ya’ wear it?” He finally got the hint, moving away as he gave you some room, his decorated chest full of medals of honor and military recognizations, the same necklace you remembered him wearing many nights ago still hanging around his neck.
You looked at him as if he had gone mad, and you truly wondered if he had, if those nightshade berries he had eaten had messed with his way of thinking, but he seemed confused at your perplexed expression.
“What?” You scoffed at him for even asking that, for wondering like he had done nothing wrong, “Did'ya want another dress?
You squeezed your eyes shut, your lips pinched together as you shook uncontrollably, pain seizing you when you felt his calloused hands rest atop your cheek, just as they always seemed to do like they were tailored perfectly so that your face would fit perfectly in his hands.
"Go back to your wife, Katsuki,” You warned, pushing his hand roughly away, but he didn’t budge, resilience in his stance as his jaw ticked.
“She’s not my fuckin’ wife.” He snapped and you rolled your eyes, glancing at the engagement ring on his finger, and he heaved a heavy sigh, wringing it off as he pocketed it.
But he knew it was more than that. Knew that she was the person who put a rift between the two of you, and could only guess that it was salt in the wound when you returned to find her splayed over him as if she was the owner of his heart.
If only you knew just how much you had a grip on his reality, on his every waking moment, of the fact that every second he was alive he was worried about you, discreetly glad that he could worry about you, that you were here in the flesh and he could hold you just as he longed to do.
“Why her?” The words barely made it out as you choked on them, the question that weighed on your mind ever since you had seen her that night, wondering what he had to be thinking to go back to the woman that left him for his rival only to come wailing back when even he didn’t want her.
And he didn’t know what to say. Why her? He truly didn’t know. Was it because she was so beautiful he couldn’t resist it when she pounded on his chest, crying as she begged to be accepted back to the life she threw away? Was it because in those scarce moments he could see the old girl she used to be?
But how could he say that he imagined it was you every moment he was with her? How could that be fair to you if you heard he only imagined, but never cared enough to actually go to you, to apologize, to be with you once more?
So as the party below continued with endless dancing, as his fiance looked around aimlessly for where her partner was to no avail, he could only pull you into his chest, his hand running up and back the slope of your back as he rested his chin atop your head.
He was a fool, but even he was going towards the point of no return if he continued going on like this.
—
With every nasty side-eye you got, you decided it is best to stay away from the majority of people and venture out when it got closer and closer to nighttime.
You tried to find work outside the palace, but it seemed that word of you even trickled down to the common folks, how somebody was lurking around the halls waiting to pray upon their king, so no matter how much you pleaded and told them you meant no harm, they slammed the door on your face once they realized who you were.
You strayed far away from Katsuki, though it was a rather difficult task seeing that this was his home and he had the liberty to go wherever he pleased.
But despite all that, you were rather good at avoiding him, hiding behind corners when he passed by or pretending to be asleep whenever he came knocking in the dead of night.
Deep down, you truly longed to see him.
To be where you were a year ago, where it was just the two of you in that cave, where he helped you pick your berries and hunt your fish and the days blend into each one another. It was a peaceful time, although it didn’t seem so long ago.
And in all honesty, you swore to never go looking for him again, really, you did. But then the fires started to burn, most likely set aflame from the north in retaliation to the east, and everything around you began to burn, and you had to run before they found you alive.
Your situation could have been worse, you try to tell yourself, you could be starving and without a place to sleep, this wasn’t the worse it could have turned out to be.
But you never expected to come back to him and that girl, the very one he’d talk in his sleep about and the very one who tore your heart to pieces when he whispered her name when he held you close to him.
So, you stayed away. It was the least you could do from splitting your mind apart in frustration whenever you saw him walking around.
And, you preferred to stay awake regardless. It reminded you of your days back in the forest, when you stayed up to see the stars, the occasional shooting one flying through the onyx sky as you watched them form into your own constellations that you had named for yourself.
The garden, despite its marvelous size, was never fully appreciated, let alone the time you visited it. You weren’t aware there were so many different types and shapes and smells of flowers before, and you took your time as you ducked your face into the endless array of bushes, catching a big whiff of them as you leisurely stroll through, fingers hovering over their leaves as you burned them into your memory.
“D'ya always like to hide in difficult-to-find places?”
You jumped at the voice, whipping around as your erratic heart stopped its frenzied thumping, placing a hand over your chest as you settled slightly, seeing that it was only Izuku and he seemed rather guilty for scaring you for the second time.
“I wouldn’t say this is the most difficult place to hide,” You taunted and he rubbed the back of his neck, grinning as he looked around, noticing that you had strayed far from the palace, almost nearing the large meadows that separated it from the rest of the world.
“Though it certainly isn’t the least concealed, either,” He joked and you laughed softly, a gentle twinkling sound as you began your pacing around, feeling a little bit safer now that he was here.
“I like these flowers,” You stated, gnawing on your lips as you touched a violet one, shining brilliantly in the moonlight, “And unfortunately this is the only time I can admire them.” You looked back at him as you winked, going back to your flowers quickly enough to miss the way his face blushed red.
“Do ya’ sleep durin’ the day?” He questioned gently as he began walking behind you, respectful as he gave you some space between your bodies, his hands behind his back as he looked at the wide exhibition of bushes.
You shook your head, shrugging as your fingers grazed over the delicate petals, careful not to drag them down and potentially ruin them.
“I just prefer being by myself,” You said, but quickly added, “Most of the time.” When you noticed him looking worried as if he had barged in.
“I hope I’m an exception?” His eyes shined a brilliant green, darker than the stems of the flowers in front of you, but likewise an emerald color as it caught in the light of the moon.
You almost got lost in them, forgetting to answer as you stuttered, glancing at the roses in front of you as you quickly nodded.
“Of course, you’re always an exception.” You stopped walking, giving him a teasing grin, now noticing just how much he towered over you as you both paused.
The stillness came back, but you welcomed it. The cicadas that chirped to the breeze that came in and played with your little wisps of hair, it was a gentle night.
“How’s the palace treatin’ ya’?” Izuku glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, a hint of worry lacing through his tone. He had sent the way you refused to anywhere where most people seemed to be.
“Better than it should be,” You cheekily divulged, but there was something more in your voice, a hint of gloom that he was able to pick up on.
“Ya’ sure?” He hoped he wasn’t pressing too hard, losing you when you had just started getting comfortable with him.
You gave a stiff nod, crossing your arms over your nightgown as you shrugged again, waving it all aside as if it was of no worry, nothing to fret for him.
“Most indefinitely,” You said, your voice joking, and a part of him relaxed hearing it.
You looked at his scarred hands, noticing a small ring that adorned his fourth finger.
“Do you have somebody waitin’ for you?” You jutted your chin to his hand and he followed its movement, quick to shake his head as he hid his hand behind his back.
“No! Uh, no, actually,” He gave an awkward laugh, “I used to have somebody waitin’, but,” He trailed off, and you could pick up on his obvious discomfort about the subject.
“Sorry for asking,” You said, slightly ashamed for butting in on his personal life, but he immediately perked up, upset in his eyes as he waved your nervousness aside.
“It’s nothing! Promise,” He chuckled, something deep and throaty, a sound that you had never heard before but was certain in setting a part of you to ignite, “No harsh feelings.” He wanted to kick himself for just how inelegant he made any and every situation he seemed to be in with you.
But to his surprise, you laughed, throwing your head back as you poked his side, your finger barely making a dent in his armor, but you still did it anyway.
“For a knight, you seem awfully friendly,” You were now looking up at him, eyes full of novelty and inquisitiveness.
Gods, he wondered to himself, this must be why his king was so enamored by you.
“I take that as a good thing, hopefully?” You nodded, giving him a kind smile as you looked back to the grand palace behind him, to the way the stars twinkled so brightly, and gave out a slight yawn, rubbing your eyes as you made your way back in.
“More than a good thing,” You assured him as he followed you back, his clanky armor making you giggle as he sighed in annoyance, something he had to, unfortunately, deal with on a regular basis.
As you neared the grand doors that lead to the courtyard, you realized that this is where you parted ways, as Izuku had to rotate to the back now as he shifted his routine with the men over there.
You cleared your throat, looking back as you glanced over to him, giving his uncovered hand a small squeeze as you grinned.
“Thank you for sparing a bit of time for me,” You balance your weight on the balls of your feet, having to crane your neck a little to truly see him.
He waved his arm, rubbing at his undercut as he shrugged bashfully, glimpsing at you from under his long lashes and he gave you an extensive and friendly smile.
“Anything’ for ya’, m'lady,” And you didn’t have time to notice as he brought your hands to his lips, giving it a tiny kiss as he winked, waking away as he meets with his other friends, earning some suspicious glances as they looked at you and then to him.
You rubbed your skin where his lips last were, and though you wanted so deeply to feel giddy at the gesture, all you could do was look at the palace, at the large balcony that extended into the king’s quarters, and wish he were someone else that placed the kiss there.
—
Three thumps that sounded from behind your door startled you awake.
You glanced at the clock, the two hands telling you that it was too early in the morning, far too early for anybody other than the servants and knights to be awake, and as you groggily rubbed at your eyes, tiredly making your way to the door as you cracked it open to check what was happening, you gasped.
To your surprise, there was an abnormal amount of guards, some running, others shouting to each other, maids screaming as they ran down the stairs, and as you went out to see more of what was happening, two large hands pushed you roughly back into your room.
Looking up you were met with two eyes, shining a bright vermillion as his chest heaved up and down, raking over you as he assessed your features, clearly not thinking anything unusual of his sudden intrusion.
“What the fuck is happening? Katsuki, what..” You watched as he awkwardly shuffled next to you, slamming his palm over the door, pressing the side of his face to it as listened, content with what he heard as he left, locking it instantly.
“Hurry. Don’t speak.” He warned, holding a finger to his lips to shush your frantic rambling.
He went to the corner of your room, opening up the small wardrobe that stood in the corner, feeling for something as you heard a small click, and he pointed to it, the backing behind it slamming open as you walked slowly towards it, quickly looking back to the door when you heard loud yelling, and Katsuki was quick to grab you, pushing you inside as he followed in behind you.
The doors to the wardrobe closed as he followed in behind you, the door to the hidden alcove shutting in unison as you squeezed inside.
“What is happening? Katsuki-”
“Raid. Northern rebels.” Is all he gave as an expansion as he pushed you in deeper, a small little room coming into view the more you ventured.
You felt your heart stop at his words. Undoubtedly he had to be jesting for cruel amusement.
It was them who burnt the forest down, ruined your life, and you wanted to gauge their eyes out that now they had decided to set flame to the utopia you were just beginning to build up again.
“Wh-what?” You looked behind you but he shielded your eyes as he pushed you into the opening, a little mattress situated in one corner, cans of food in the other, and he quickly got to work in shutting the door that led into the tiny room.
Despite it being closed off from virtually everything, there was a surprising amount of airflow, so much so that you shivered, your thin nightgown doing nothing to protect you from the icy wind.
“Katsuki!” You shouted, gripping his arm as he turned around, and he paused his movement, slowing down as he glanced over at you, waiting for you to speak again.
“Where are we?” Is all you could say, still looking around despite not having much to look for.
“Bunker,” He grunted, “The only way to get out is from the inside. Safe as shit,” He muttered, looking everywhere as if this had been his first time in this. Maybe it was.
You stuttered, eyebrows drawing together in bewilderment as you touched the cold stone walls that surrounded you.
“Has,” You sighed, shaking your head in confusion, “Has this always been here?” You almost wanted to look somewhere else for how ridiculous the question sounded.
It had been weeks since you had actually seen him like this, so close, and talked to him for so long, but it felt like it used to, and had you not been in such a situation you almost would have smiled fondly at the old memories that flooded through you.
“F'course,” He murmured, situating himself on the old mattress as he leaned his back against the cold wall, “Gave ya’ one of the safest rooms we have,” He groaned again, this time louder and sounded to be of more distress.
You scrunch your nose up at the smell, rubbing your tired eyes as you look back at the sealed door.
“How bad is it?” The question came out in a whisper.
How was Izuku? You shuddered at the thought. He had to be fine, you knew he could carry himself well.
Katsuki shrugged, but he lamented at that too, and you sighed as you began walking over to where he sat as you glanced over his shaking form.
“They’re holdin’ ‘em off from last I saw,” He noticed your worry, “Izuku’s on the upper level, he’s fine,” Your cheeks heated when you realized he had picked up on your budding relationship with the soldier, but it quickly vanished when he groaned again, “And-fuck,” He scratched at his clothing, “Help me get this off…” He could barely finish his sentence as he hit his head against the wall with a thud.
“I,” You stammered, “I don’t-” He cut you off, shaking his head as he could already tell what you were thinking.
“’S not what'ya think,” His fists clenched, “Just help me get this coat off,” His words slurred together and you dropped to your knees, grasping at his shoulder to hold him up, but reeled your hand back in horror when you saw that it was coated in a thick layer of blood.
“Katsu, what..” You quickly began unbuttoning his suit, your hands fumbling as they flew together, shrugging it off, the material almost sticking to his skin with the blood that glued it together.
You peeled his coat and white tunic, now stained red, off, some relief flooding your senses as you realized the cut wasn’t as shallow as it seemed to be from the outside, and it was only near his shoulder, so you should be able to clean it up with not too much difficulty.
“There should be an aid kit near the can,” He pointed to the other corner and you quickly shuffled to your feet, sifting through the cans as you found the red metallic box, running over to him as you found some gauze and alcohol in its little compartments.
You had to admit it had been a while since you had actually used any of these things, as the forest could only offer so much for medical assistance. But you recall once long ago how your brother used alcohol to clean a minor cut of his with just patting it on, so you prayed you remembered how to do it in the correct manner.
You quickly patted it only, reeling back when he breathed harshly through his teeth, eyes wringing shut as he banged a closed fist on his thigh.
“W-what did I do? Are you okay?” You worriedly looked at his paling face but he bit his lip, shaking his head as he motioned for you to continue.
“Stings,” He muttered and you gnawed on your thumb, looking back on his wound as you patted the alcohol on some cotton pads you found near the gauze, no slow and careful in your movements as you dabbed it on.
Once you were sure it was as clean as you could get it, you raised his arm as best as you could with his help as you wrapped it in the flimsy material, doing it several times to make sure it was safe and secure.
His breathing evened out and he eventually cracked an eye open, another one after that he relaxed his legs on the ground, his shoulder covered in white as he rested it carefully on the stone wall behind him.
You glanced at your hands, seeing that they were still covered in red and you shuddered, whipping them on the ground, anywhere but yourself as you controlled the urge to gag.
You truly hated the sight of blood.
“Caught the backhand of a sword,” He explained, “Sorry for always pushin’ this shit on ya’,” He grumbled through his lips, peeking over at you, noting your slight queasiness, then looking over you as he made sure everything was intact, “Yer not hurt, are ya?”
You slowly shook your head, walking away as your bare feet thudded against the floor, looking over at your corner as you sat down, trying to shut him out of sight.
Katsuki watched you intently, now fully awake as you snuggled deeply into yourself, curling into your body as you shivered, refusing to look him in the eye as you tried your best to sleep.
“I can move over if ya’ want,” He declared quietly, as if not to disturb you if you were already asleep.
You weren’t, but you ducked your head deeper into your chest, pretending that you were.
—
Your eyes snapped wide open, but this time it wasn’t from loud noise or a nightmare,
It was because you couldn’t sleep a couple of minutes before having to move without feeling your tailbone crush under the rough texture of the floor.
You grumbled something, not realizing that you had awoken Katsuki in the process.
Though you guessed it was most likely sometime during the day, thanks to the lack of lighting, you could barely see anything, but you could make out a rough shadow as it came closer and closer to you.
In your state of tiredness, you could barely argue as he wrapped an arm under your knees, one behind your back as he effortlessly picked you up, acting as if he was never hurt, to begin with.
“Katsu, stop,” You whined and he snorted at your weak attempt at pushing him away, your hand just falling weakly on his chest as you subconsciously nestled deeper into his warmth.
“Yer shiverin’ like a fuckin’ leaf,” He grumbled out and you pouted in your groggy state, feeling a gentle drop as he set you on the mattress, not sensing just how much you longed to be held by him as you climbed away from his hold.
He paused, different questions he had been longing to ask you since the moment he saw your face resurfaced in his mind, but only one made its way through.
“Why’d ya’ come back?” He whispered a voice lost to the night as your eyes lay wide open staring at nothing as you asked yourself the same thing.
“I don’t know,” You admitted truthfully as you shut your eyes.
Katsuki watched your back to his fall with gentle breaths, and he smiled gently, trying his best to fall asleep as your little puffs of air rocked him to sleep.
—
You don’t remember how it came to be, but you felt a gentle hand running up and down your neck, fingertips barely there as they carefully hovered over your skin, but you couldn’t really be one to point fingers as you felt yourself sleeping deep into the comfort of his chest.
Looking up you saw that his eyes were closed and he was most likely asleep and subconsciously doing this, so you pulled carefully away, only to realize that he had an iron grip and refused to let you go.
“Katsuki,” You whispered, poking gently at his good shoulder, “Wake up, come on,” And it felt just as though you were back in that cave, waking up in his arms as his eyes slowly opened, his hand stopping as he pulled away.
He groaned as he sat up, rubbing a hand down his face as he gave a loud yawn, peeking at the door, contemplating deep on his train of thoughts.
“Mornin’,” He said with another yawn, though you even doubted it was near the actual time.
“Morning,” You greeted, stomach rumbling as you gradually moved toward the tower of canned goods, sifting through them until you found some fish you guessed would satiate your hunger as you came back, giving a slight tug on the top as it opened up.
It smelled fine, great, even, and you held it out to Katsuki as you picked one out, eating slowly to make sure it tasted alright.
“Ya’ got a thing for fish of somethin’?” He asked as he nibbled on it, looking at you from the corner of his eyes as you laughed peacefully, shrugging as you pulled out another one.
“Are you gonna’ complain?” You watched as he quickly shook his head, going back for another one as you snorted softly.
The two of you ate in silence, an uncomfortable feeling washing over you as you looked intently at the door.
“Where’s Kō?” It was a question you had to ask, not because you wanted to ruin everything or because you were nosy, simply because he was his to-be-wife and you truly wondered where she was, if not the safest place in the palace.
You glanced over at him, watched as his jaw ticked, red eyes swimming with fury as he glimpsed down at his lap.
“In another bunker with her maids,” He explained, not looking up as you scooted closer to him, your shoulders almost touching as you turned the can over to him once again.
“Then why were you here?” His eyes skirted up to yours, searching for what your true intentions were, only to be met with the curiosity and kindness he had fallen in love with, his heart beating erratically in the limited space of his chest, coming short on air as your lips puckered into a little pout, waiting for him to answer.
“Was wakin’ around and happened to be here,” He lied to his teeth and you rolled your eyes at how obvious it was.
“Ya’ sure that’s the truth?” You poked his left arm and he gave in easily, picking out another fish slowly as he chewed for a couple of seconds.
“Came to make sure you were okay,” He conceded, not meeting your glare as you hastily set the can of fish aside, astonished at his admission.
“Katsuki,” You dropped your hands, going to close around his as you squeezed them tightly, “You have to stop, what about Kō? She’s your fuckin’ fiance! This isn’t-” He cut you off, writing his hands out as he stood up, blonde hair looking crazed as ran a hand through it.
“Isn’t what, huh? Good? Healthy? Gonna’ tell me what is better? That now I gotta know that you’re alive 'n healthy and yer here and I can’t do a fuckin’ think about it?” His red eyes bored into yours, full of an emotion you had never seen, his chest heavy as pain seared in his left shoulder.
You slowly stood up, walking carefully towards him as you placed a soothing hand on his bandage, trying to get him to stop from potentially hurting himself even more.
“Katsuki, please, sit down,” He gripped onto your hands, not roughly by any means, but holding them as if they were his lifeline, his anchor between reality and fiction. His were much larger and easily enveloped yours as he took a step forward, closing the gap that was between the two of you.
“STOP,” He snapped, fury traveling all through his body as he seethed, “Stop pretending like you bein’ here is normal. For months I see ya’ walking around, actin’ like nothin’ ever happened. A-and I know, I know I fucked it up, I know that, but Y/n…” He trailed off, choking as he pressed his fist to his lips to keep them from trembling, taking advantage of your silence to continue.
“I came lookin’ for ya’,” He said, staring at the ground, “Took a couple of my men and went to the forest. Knew it all by heart,” He gave an expressionless laugh, “And ya’ know what I saw?” He finally looked up at you, eyes filled with tears, fat tears that fell down the slope of his face as they splattered on the floor.
You could barely shake your head, let alone speak, as you stared at him, eyes wide, innocent hands trying to reach out for him as he controlled a sob.
“All of it,” He motioned with a hand as if it was right there, “Burned to the fuckin’ ground. None of the trees were left, creek was all dried up. N’ you were nowhere. Not in your fuckin’ cave, or in any of the towns, no-fuckin-where,” His voice jolted again, breath lodged up in his throat as he looked directly at you, “Do ya’ k-know,” His voice shook with heavy emotions, “D'ya know what I thought when I saw that shit? Though you were fuckin’ dead. Never thought I’d see your face again,” He bits the inside on his cheek, looking away in shame, a twinge of embracement as you slowly made your way towards him, not fast enough as he resumed.
“Then I wake up one night to knock on my door and yer there. Breathin’ and smilin’ and made me think I had finally made my peace with whatever fuckin’ god there is up there. That finally I could have ya’ all to myself again. Gods, Y/n, d'ya have any idea how fuckin’ happy I was? Felt like I could carry the world on my shoulders and you in my hands if ya’ asked me to. Hell, I’d do anythin’ you ask my t'do…” He trailed off, rambling more to himself as you dropped your hands to his shaking ones, weaving your fingers through them as you brought another careful one to his cheek, directing his face back towards yours as your lips wobbled in unison with his.
“Did you really come back?” You whispered, words sticking on your tongue, barely passing out as a proper sentence, but Katsuki understood, nodding in your hands, leaning into them as he gave a small kiss to your palm.
“I’ll always come back for ya’, Y/n,” His words carried themselves around you, working as a magnet as you felt your lips crashing onto his, searing as he was quick to pull you into his body, one large hand on the purchase of your back, the other behind your neck as his lips moved in furious tandem against yours.
Unlike the last time, it wasn’t hot or swift, you felt as his lips moved slowly against yours, savoring their taste as his tongue slipped in, his hands warm against your body as he pulled you into his chest.
There was longing and pain, full of desire and heartbreak, and you felt your eyes water up, tears slipping down your cheeks as they fell into your lips, their salty taste flooding into your mouths.
Katsuki instantly pulled away, looking over your face to see if he had hurt you, had gone too far, but your head fell on his shoulder, hiding all your emotions from view.
“Darlin’,” He started, a steady hand on your back, not realizing just how much it felt like an anchor you so desperately needed, “What’s wrong, huh? Ya’ hurt? Want me to stop?” His calloused fingers lifted your chin up, cooing quietly as his thumb wipe those tear marks away, eyes the color of rubies picked deep from the earth’s surface shining with a newfound dread as they bored into yours.
You slowly shook your head, lips wobbling as your hands snaked around his back, squeezing him, hoping he’d never let go.
“It’s been so long,” You whimpered, voice shaking as some more tears fell, “So long,” And he couldn’t ask for what because it had been so long since you were held like this, looked at like you mattered, kissed as if you meant to be loved, so long since you felt whole again that you didn’t know what to do.
“Oh, darlin’,” He pleaded, pulling back as he kissed your cheeks, your nose, the corners of your eyes as he gave you a gentle smile, “Stop yer cryin’, yeah? Hate seein’ that pretty face of yours all miserable like this,” He gave your thighs a small squeeze and you gave a wet laugh, pulling him closer to you as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck.
“I missed you so much,” You said against his skin, sending shivers down his spine, “Was so lonely without you,” You muttered as you pressed little kisses along his collarbone, trailing up as they turned needy, sucking on his neck as he let out a guttural groan.
“Shit, Y/n, yer gonna leave a mark,” He could barely speak, lips caught between his teeth as you looked up with that innocent gaze, bottom lip smeared in spit as you pouted, pressing another kiss near his lips as you tugged on his fingers.
“But I want to,” You whined slightly, “Wanna mark your neck up so fuckin’ much that Kō knows you’re mine,” His eyes were blown out, pupils enlargened as he let out a soft moan, his hand rough as they pushed you roughly into him, lips attacking yours as you moaned into his mouth.
“Yer just a bitch in heat aren’tcha?” His hands slipped under your nightgown as he tugged on your nipple, twisting it as you whined, head falling down as you panted, “Some fuckin’ attention and you turn into a moanin’ mess?” He easily slipped the rest of the tunic off, licking and tugging on your nipples with his teeth as tears made their way into your eyes.
“Katsu,please, just” You let out a breathy moan, “J-just fuck me already,” You pleaded, guiding his hand down south as he smirked, palming your pussy as your head fell onto his bandaged shoulder.
“You fuckin’ whine so much,” He muttered, a hand slipping into your pants, another two fingers forcing their way into your mouth as you chocked around them, the pads pressing down on your tongue as spit formed around your lips.
He watched in awe as he roughly pulled your underwear aside, eyes wide at the way you dripped down messily on your thighs, your glistening essence shining brightly on his fingers as he gently hovered a finger over your dripping hole.
“Ya’ always gotta make a mess for me, yeah?” He could barely contain his own moans as he plunged a finger in, almost forgetting at how well you sucked him in, the way he had to control himself from plowing into you the second he started pumping his fingers in and out.
You were a whining mess on his thighs, letting yourself be ravaged by the man beneath you, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his other hand, wet with your spit, traveled down to rub furious circles on your clit, only adding to the tightening sensation you felt in your tummy.
As he quickens his movements you almost scream at the way you see white, eyes closing tightly as your release comes quickly, coming all over his fingers as your chest heaved, making even more of a mess of his pants and your thighs.
You saw through blurry vision as he slowly pulled out of your folds, licking you off his fingers as he moaned at the taste, his forehead lining with sweat and arousal as he watched you panting on tip of him.
“Katsu, lemme,” You went for his zippers, pulling them down weakly as you tried to recover from your orgasm, but he gingerly gripped your wrist, giving you a small peck on the lips as he put a hand over your knees, one behind your back as he carried you back to the mattress.
“Nah darlin’, today’s your day, we’ll do that another time,” He promised, kissing away your tears as you whined as your back hit soft material, squirming around as you watched him take his pants off, tugging his underwear down as quickly as he could as his cock sprang out, hitting his stomach as you whined at the sight.
He watched as you parted your thighs, your arousal dripping down as you pleaded for him to come closer, trying to grab his dick with your little hands, but he could barely think straight as he crawled atop you, pressing tiny kisses on your lips, letting you taste yourself on him as he parted your legs more with his knees.
“Shit, yer so fuckin’ gorgeous,” He muttered to himself, eyes rolling back as your dainty hands worked up and down his shafted, tugging slightly on the tip, pressing your thumb on it as you smeared his precum around, “Fuck, just like that darlin’, shit,” He panted, and almost wanted to cry as he pulled you away, knowing that this was a mean for his atonement, he had to show you just how much he cared.
He could barely hear through the blood roaring in his ears as he aligned himself with your abused hole, and the two of you let out moans in unison as he slowly sank in, bit by bit, your pussy sucking him in deeper as he placed two hands on your hips to steady himself.
“Katsuki…please…more,” You whined, head lolling to the side, tongue slipping out as your eyes rolled to the back, the stretch painful but you loved it, loved the way his veins felt as they dragged against your tight walls.
“Darlin’, stop, shit, yer so fuckin’ tight,” He bottomed out, holding the position for a couple of seconds as he let your get adjusted to his length, knowing this was the first time you had ever felt something like this before.
You cracked an eye open, looking at him as he shuddered, his hands finding yours as they intertwined, his other hand groping your tits as he pulled out slowly, just enough to slam back down into you, making you scream as he continued to pound into your tiny hole.
“Katsu, yes! Please, faster…ugh…” Your toes curled at the way he refused to stop, at how the tip almost hit your cervix, at how the little hairs at his base tickled your clit, making you gush even more around him, sucking him deeper into your velveteen walls.
“Gonna be addicted to this shit, fuck Y/n, yer amazin’,” His hips slammed at a rhythm, your tits jiggiling with his every move as he continued to fuck you as roughly as he could, and you knew that even know he was controlling himself from going all out on your virgin pussy.
His hand slipped down to your clit as he began to rub little circles on it, his finger quickening in pace as he felt himself getting closer and closer, his thighs tensing up as he felt himself about to come, your moans telling him that you were close too.
It only took another couple of seconds of more rubbing until you gushed all around his length, his pink tip shining brightly in the little light the room offered as he pulled out, cumming all over your stomach and tits as he let out a guttural groan, falling on his elbows as he gazed up at your fucked out expression.
“Yer so fuckin’ sexy darlin’, did amazin’ for yer first time,” He said, a comforting hand on your face as he raked his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead gently as he let his lips blend with yours once more.
You whined as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he sat back upon his knees, looking back at your chest as you watched a guilty expression fall over his face.
“M gonna go look for a towel really quickly, alright darlin’? I know there should be some water canteens with the food, can you stay put while I do that?” He searched your tired eyes, falling back to your aching hole as you nodded limply, curling in on yourself as you felt sleep washing over you.
It felt as though you had only blinked and he was back, just as he promised, wetting a small rag he found with water, slowly moving your body as he dabbed gently at the skin or your stomach, your breasts, cleaning up any residue he left on you.
You watched through half-lidded eyes as he carefully brought the towel to your pussy, cleaning away, careful not to make it more sensitive as it already was, pressing a small kiss to your tummy as he looked up, giving you a small smile as you gave him a lazy one.
“Ya look so cute right now, hope ya’ know that,” He muttered finding your tunic as he unfolded it from its wrinkled position, carefully moving your back up with his steady hand as he put it back on you.
“You’re pretty, too,” You mumbled and he gave you a playful grin, pinching your cheeks as you groaned, rolling into his warmth as he chuckled, careful not to disturb you as he cleaned himself off, throwing the rag aside as you fell into a deep sleep right on his chest.
He looked down at you adoringly, as if you had pinned the moon and the stars and let the world spin sound with just a swipe of your fingers. He loved the way your skin felt against his, the way you moaned when his hands brushed against your well-spent thighs, at the way your brows furrowed in your dreams. He loved how you fit so perfectly into him as if the two of you had been molded from the same piece of clay and were finally back where you two meant to be.
But most of all he loved how you held onto him as if he was your lifeline, not the other way around. And as he himself nodded off to sleep, he wondered if this is what the gods were doing to pay him back for all his sins.
—-
The two of you groggily awoke to loud slams reverberating off the door.
Katsuki quickly snapped up, pushing you behind him as he blocked you with his body, standing to his feet in an instant as he inched closer, inspecting the sound.
Another one came, but you were too tired and delirious to even realize you were awake and not dreaming.
“Katsu,” You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “Is everything okay?” You peeked around his large frame, jumping slightly when you heard the loud boom, now fully awake as you shakily stood up on your legs, not knowing just how much of a daunting task it’d be after last night’s activities.
Katsuki whipped around to you, quickly putting an arm around you as he hoisted you up, worry on his features as his attention jumped between you and the door.
“Ya feelin’ alright?” He asked, his thumb rubbing small shapes into your waist, and you cheekily grinned, nodding as you winked at him.
“Never better,” And he had the audacity to blush, acting as if he wasn’t the root cause for your trouble of standing up.
He went to say something again when the loud booming sound came back, this time, the two of you were fully awake and fully aware of where it was coming from.
Three bangs came and then stopped.
Katsuki watched intently as another set of knocking came, until he gently set back on the mattress, kissing your hair as he slowly walked to the door, raising his fist as it hovered over the metal framework, contemplating for a second until his fist came down, one knock ringing through the tiny room.
The two of you waited until two more knocks came.
Katsuki knocked another three times, eyebrows drawn as he gnawed on his lips, debating on whether or not he should act on his instincts.
He didn’t give it much after though as his nimble fingers got to work, undoing the locks, the door groaning as it got released from its tension, swinging wide open as it revealed two shadowy figures.
You backed into the wall, squinting as you tried to make them out, your chest flooding with relief when you saw his face grow in size, his freckled cheeks, and bouncy green curls coming in, followed by a wash of red as the second man embraced Katsuki in a tight hug.
Izuku smiled widely, quickly rushing over to you as he helped you up, and you were grateful he was such a dotting person because you didn’t know how to explain it to them that your legs didn’t seem to work correctly anymore.
You watched as Katsuki and Kirishima talked in hushed voices, his red eyes sometimes ending yours as Izuku checked for any injuries, and you could tell that even though he was supposed to put up a rough persona, even he seemed to be happy to hear that the news of fighting was over.
“Ya’ always hide in difficult-to-find places, don’tcha?” Your head snapped over to Izuku and his teasing tone, giving him a wavering grin as you shrugged, feeling his hands stop their examining as his worried eyes searched yours.
“This isn’t the most difficult place to hide, you know,” You joked, shoving his arm playfully as he snorted, rolling his eyes as he saw that you were perfectly fine and that the bruises littering your hips and neck weren’t from what he initially thought they were. If only you could feel the way his heart stopped when he finally understood where they came from, with one glance to his king and his cocky grin and then back to you.
“Well,” He rubbed the back of his hair, tugging on his curls as he wished he could just rip them out, “Can’t say this was the easiest to find, either,” Your doe eyes crinkled around the edges, laughing softly as he recited the words, and if only he could just stop the shooting pain that traveled through every nerve in his body.
“Listen, Y/n…” He trailed off, instantly shutting up when he watched Katsuki usher you to the side, and you gave him an apologetic smile as you quickly promised you’d come back to hear what he had to say.
“What about Kō? And the others?” You whispered as you neared him, glancing worriedly at Kirishima and what he could think of his king’s reaction.
“She left,” He snorted, not bitterly, a sense of peace washing over him, “With the rebels. Probably goin’ back to the half-n-half bastard,” Your eyes widened at the words, understanding that this was part of what Kirishima had briefed him on.
“The others?’ Katsu, I’m not of royal blood o-or anythin’ fancy, your people are gonna look down-” He stopped you instantly, kissing your palms as he closed it around his fist, shrugging as he pulled your deeper into the tunnel that led you out.
“Don’t give a fuck about them darlin’, just want you,” He said into your hair as he kissed your head, leading the way back out, back into a world that would now be yours.
“From the moment I met’ya I knew I’d make ya’ queen,” He said as the two of you crawled out of the wardrobe, the two knights followed shortly behind.
You contemplated, looking at Izuku, at Katsuki, the open door, and then to his hands, walking into his open chest as he breathed a sigh of relief, his comforting hands finding purchase on your bac, motioning for his two guards to leave as they exited the room.
“I’ll be yours any day you ask me to, Katsuki,” You pulled away, looking up at him as you smiled gently, “Till the universe stops expanding and the stars die out, I’ll always be yours to love.”
And he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, kissed your lips as passionately as could, trying to get his silent message across as his hands traveled up and down the expanse of your body, trying to tell you his own promise of no words.
You were his and he was yours, and no matter if the sun crashed into the earth and burned everything in its path, Katsuki hoped you knew he’d be right there next to you, watching as the both of you passed the point of no return.
—-
There was a sense of stillness that washed over the southern kingdom when their king announced their new queen.
The throne to the right of him was now occupied, and whenever he’d look over you’d be there, giving him affirmative nods as you gave him the very push he needed in order to be a proper king.
There were wars that still needed to be fought, and greedy people needed to be dealt with, but now, it was done in a proper manner, with two people who wholly cared about the wellbeing of their nation.
Yet perhaps the most melancholy part of this all was the lone knight who stood in the background, twirling the little ring around his finger as he pondered on the life that he could have had if he had been royalty, and had he not been just another pawn in the grand scheme of things.
He never knew if he truly loved you, or had it just been a blooming relationship he cared too much about, but there were only a couple of regrets he had in his lifetime.
Though Izuku would say that the biggest one was when he decided to leave you behind in that forest all those years ago, playing along with the roll your village made him do, watching quietly as you began to forget all about the green-haired friend you had made as a child, as he faded from your mind, the image of gold hair the color of woven silk and ruby eyes replaced him instead.
Bakugo pulled down your skirt, rubbing his fingers over your folds with a smirk on his lips. He locked his lips and bent you over the table, rubbing his exposed cock against you. “So wet already for me,” he muttered. You moaned softly, whispering as you begged him to fuck you already. He granted you wish as he pushed into you, gripping your hip tightly and pressing his chest into your back. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”
Aged Up**!
Kitsune!Bakugou x (fem)Reader
You arch your back letting out a moan as you feel his nails gently scratching your lower back.
You watch his ears twitching at the sound of your moans before you come hug him tighter. He purposely lets one of his tails to teasing brush against your swollen breast. You shiver at the pleasure feeling.
“You are mine.” He growls into your ear.
He nips your ear lope with his sharp fangs. He softly lets go and let’s out roaring moan from his chest.
So i was thinking….drummer Bakugo practicing beats on your ass…just laying with him and he starts tapping on your butt. Of course it’d lead to him getting hard and teasing you, boy cant control himself.
it was quiet. one of the only the entertainments being the twirling of a drumstick. it never clattered to the floor and it never miss a beat. it’s constant spinning only slowed as red eyes slipped to look at your figure. turned away from him, book in hand, you had went to the next page without a second thought. your lack of noticing him wasn’t what caught his eyes though. It was the black booty shorts clung to your shapely bum. the way they only covered half of the area was alluring, and luckily he was the only one around to see this.
Bakugo halted the drumstick, keeping both firming gripped in his hands. he watched as you peacefully turned the page again, unaware of his stare as he took in the lovely view. and he realized he wanted to see the jiggle.
he moved closer to your position, sitting between your already parted legs. it was a place he was familiar with and wasn’t shy about getting close to. you felt him there but had a lapse in judgement about asking him what he was doing.
a loud smack resonated in the once calm room. the silence was broken as wood met skin and your shocked gasp followed. before much time could pass, a steady flow was being played on your ass. however, instead of musically inclined thumps ringing out in the bedroom, little smacks and cracks did. your skin was becoming red with every beat, your slow turning moans becoming the vocals he needed.
you sent down your book, hands instead gripping the soft sheets under you. you readily prepared yourself for each incoming swing down. you didn’t even try to suppress the moans spilling from your lips, the initial surprise washed away in a sea of growing pleasure. you rested your head between your hands, the only word you dared to speak being a whisper of his name.
watching your reaction, it didn’t take long for a tent to form in Bakugo’s joggers. he bit his lip, much like he would do whilst performing. except now he had a hungry look pooling into is pupils. the bright red of his irises seemed to darken as he came to finish the routine practice he often performed. what was supposed to be a beat for a new song had simply just been performed on your ass and you were reveling in it.
he let go of the sticks, planning his next moves accordingly. they rolled off your body, one hitting the floor with abandon and the other being lost to the sea of bed sheets and blankets. his hands gripped your ass, which was somewhat sore from the beat, and he kneaded it. he felt its perfect roundness being squeezed between his palm and fingers. he groaned softly as his dick bobbed within its confines at the mere thought of having you.
you look over your shoulder, moaning softly. “what are you waiting for?”
he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him, hands sliding up to your ass and giving it a light smack. he sat on his knees and pushed down the waistband of his joggers and boxer shorts, his dick springing free and throbbing. he was more than ready.
pumping himself for good measure, he pulled aside your shorts and panties, exposing your glistening pussy. he stuck two fingers into your core, thrusting them generously before pulling them out and rubbing your juices over your lips. he then took ahold of your hip with one hand, the other holding his cock in place, and proceeded to pull you back into him.
he groaned lowly, your own lips letting soft meals slip out. he stayed still to let you adjust to the feeling before grabbing ahold of your hips and pushing you off, only to pull you back. he maneuvered your body to his pleasure, rolling his hips subtly into you as he brought you back onto him. everything about you was warm and tight, just how he liked you. he landed another hand onto your as, making you clench up around him moreso than you already were. the wet squelching sounds becoming more intense after that.
your knuckles were white as he moved your body to meet his. moans and meals of great pleasure making music for him as your tongue fell out of your mouth. he made you feel exceptionally good, doing wonders to your body that always made you call out his name. “Katsuki! Katsuki! Katsuki!” it was the only chant he ever wanted to hear from you. one of the only ones that made him happy.
your voice came out as a whisper, the room so quiet otherwise. this prompted him to lean back some, placing a hand on the bed firmly and using it to thrust into you. his pace become harder, the blunt of his dick hitting your spot and making you cry out. “Katsuki! yes, that! do that again!”
and he did.
he thrust into you, pulling halfway out and running your walls just the right way. he hit your spot multiple times and elicited your pleasurable cries to fill the room with more noise. the undertone being his throaty grunts and the wet sound of your pussy.
“fuck.” the words tumbled out of his mouth. he was getting close and the spasming your pussy was doing around him was only driving him closer to that release. his low grunts become more frequent, a little louder.
you cried out, throwing your head you and little tears of pleasure prickling your eyes. you came on him, squeezing him for all his worth as your juices coated him and dripped onto the sheets. you became a mess, your vision slightly obstructed as he rode you through the high. a line of drool dropped from your tongue and made a wet spot on the deep blue sheets, by far the most innocent stain on the material.
not long after, a gruntled moan slipped out of Bakugo’s lips, though he tried to suppress it. thick and warm ropes of his cum shot into you with each throb of his cock, the gentle roll of his hips helping to keep it deep within you. he panted softly, placing a hand on your lower back as he gripped your hip, pulling out of you. a small stream of your mixed fluids leaked out, splattering onto the bed. but he didn’t care.
with your legs still trembling from the pleasure, he crawled up and laid beside you. he pushed some of your hair off of your face and smirked at you, seeing that lusty yet tired expression on your face. he pulled you close to him, letting you nuzzle into his chest.
you hummed contently. “if you ever wanna” -pant- “practice on my ass again, please do.”
he chuckled in the back of his throat. “no problem, babe.”
warnings: mmf threesome, quirk usage, smut n fluff :)
characters: katsuki bakugo and denki kaminari x f! reader
synopsis: the aftermath of bakugo asking denki to join him and his girlfriend in a threesome
a/n: smut on christmas? i’m a menace, i know lol. also sorry if there are errors, i hate revising my own smut bahaha.
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…would you be down to have a threesome with me and y/n?
if not that’s cool, i’m just curious.
denki’s eyes faltered between every letter of every word in each sentence over and over and over. he hadn’t even noticed but his hands were trembling as they loosely gripped his phone, hovering over the keyboard. why am i so nervous, all i have to do is say yes he questioned. though he knew exactly why it felt like every nerve in his body was vibrating indefinitely, because he was about to admit things to katsuki that he had barely begun to unpack himself. it wasn’t like he was about to confess his love to the guy, but coming out to someone who just asked him to have a threesome in a more-than-likely “straight bro” way wasn’t much easier.
denki-look dude i’d love to, trust me i would, but i should probably let you know that i’m not down if we’re just gonna be tag-teaming your girl.
katsuki took not even a millisecond to read the message, almost as if he was waiting in the chat for a response the entire time that denki spent overthinking what to send. denki’s heart dropped then sped as the little grey typing bubble appeared in the corner of his screen.
bakugo-meaning?? i don’t think i get what you’re saying sparky.
denki rolled his eyes. he was hoping his vague explanation was just vague enough to get his point across without having to put it in black and white. he should have known it wouldn’t be that simple.
denki-meaning that if i do, i wanna like, do stuff with you too. not just us doing y/n.
the grey bubble sat in the left corner of denki’s screen for much longer than he would’ve preferred before katsuki finally sent a message.
bakugo-no shit, why do you think i asked you?
now it was denki’s turn to be confused.
denki-what do you mean?
bakugo-i asked you because i wanna do stuff with you too idiot. clearly there’s some kind of weird tension between us and i wanna figure it out, or like, fuck it out i guess.
‘i wanna do stuff with you too.’ denki nearly lost his mind as he read over the message.
denki-fair. and you’re sure y/n’s ok with it?
bakugo-she’s the one who suggested it. said some dumb shit about thinking me and you argue so much because we’re “sexually frustrated”
denki-so she’s willing to let you solve that frustration?
bakugo-as long as she’s involved, that was the deal.
denki-makes sense. well i’m down then, i’m not gonna bottom though.
bakugo-yeah fucking right you aren’t
denki-i’m not
bakugo-you are
denki-i’m not prepped
bakugo-ok? and neither am i nor will i be
denki-fine. give me like thirty minutes, then i’ll be over
bakugo-good. see you then.
denki threw his phone across his bed and stared blankly at his wall. he couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this. he rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom to mentally and physically prepare himself for the events about to unfold. despite denki’s newfound realization that his sexuality spans farther than heterosexual attraction, this would not be his first time prepping. long story short, denki is a curious and hormonal guy who has his needs.
once he was finished, he put his sweats back on and threw on a fresh shirt to at least appear as though he was trying to be presentable. he gave himself a once over in his bathroom mirror before taking a deep breath and walking to bakugo’s dorm. the walk felt longer than usual and denki could hear his heart thudding with each step on the way there. he felt like he was about to lose his virginity again, which in a sense he was, and the fact that bakugo would be the one taking it didn’t and would probably never fully sink in. denki stopped at the door and knocked almost too softly to be audible, however, seconds later he was greeted by you opening the door wearing an all too revealing yet very appealing santa-suit themed dress.
“hey kami, excuse the outfit. we just got back from a christmas party.” you explained.
“don’t apologize, it looks…” denki trailed off as he met katsuki’s gaze from across the room. he was dressed nicely save for the tacky santa hat crowning his head, yet somehow he made it work.
“looks what? sexy?” he egged kaminari with a faint smirk lifting the corners of his lips.
“cute. i was gonna say cute.” denki chokes, the reality of the situation had begun to settle in.
“hm, well thank you.” you smiled, “now stop standing awkwardly by the door and come in.” you grabbed denki’s hand and dragged him into the room, closing and locking the door behind you.
“didn’t come here just to get shy on us sparky, did you?” bakugo teased.
“shy? yeah clearly you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” denki scoffed.
“i’m sure he’d like to get to know you better though. a lot better.” you hinted suggestively as you walked over to your boyfriend who was seated on his bed. you sat in his lap before adding, “wouldn’t you katsuki?”
his eyes averted from you to kaminari. deep red irises met soft yellow ones.
“well maybe he should come over here so i can decide how much more i wanna know.” katsuki shrugged.
denki got the hint and walked over to the bed, sitting beside you two.
“lay back” you instructed him and he obeyed. as soon as his back hit the mattress, you were climbing over him so that you could straddle his waist.
“you’re very pretty kami, did you know that?” you said sincerely, eyes having traced over every detail of his blushing face.
“oh, thank you.” he said shakily.
“mhmm. can i kiss you?” you asked, intentionally letting your eyes linger on his lips. you don’t miss how his breath hitches slightly and his eyes focus on your lips too.
“yeah. please.” he said a little too breathlessly. he mentally cursed himself for it but didn’t have much time to process his embarrassment before your mouth was pressed against his. you were warm and sweet, and good. such a good kisser. so good that he had momentarily forgotten that you are his best friend’s girlfriend. his best friend who he couldn’t see at the moment due to current preoccupations, yet he was hyper aware of his presence. what was he doing? just watching? waiting? denki’s heart was racing for so many reasons and he didn’t know if he would make it through the night if a simple kiss was driving him this insane. and to make matters more stressful, you pulled away, a string of saliva dripped down your swollen lips and denki had to fight like hell to stop himself from groaning.
“your turn.” you turned to face katsuki, gesturing for him to kiss denki next. the boys’ eyes met in a moment that appeared to be hesitation, but bakugo leaned down and attached his lips to denki’s. it was timid, the nerves swarming both boys’ bodies evidently overtook the kiss. you noticed and decided you should find a way to ease the situation. still straddling denki’s waist, you rocked your hips back and forth against him. the noise you and bakugo were rewarded with was priceless, providing bakugo with all he needed to deepen the previously apprehensive kiss.
“pretty boy makes pretty noises too, go figure.” you hum, maintaining your slow rhythm. the compliment made kaminari arch up against you, meeting the roll of your hips. his hands instinctively grabbed your thighs, squeezing almost as a way to wordlessly tell you “keep going.”
denki’s whole body was on fire. he felt like at any moment, every bolt of electricity in his body would escape against his will. he was trying so hard to control himself but the haze clouding his mind by the uncharacteristically gentle entanglement of his lips with katsuki’s and the pool of heat caused by you rutting against his most sensitive area was completely overwhelming. a sharp jolt shot through his tongue, startling both him and bakugo.
“ah fuck sparky, what the hell?” bakugo grunted, but he didn’t sound fully angry.
“shit, sorry. are you ok?” denki asked, sitting up straight so he could get a better look at bakugo.
“i’m fine, but what was that? can you control it however you want?”
“um, i don’t know actually. i didn’t even know i could control electricity with my tongue until five seconds ago.” denki looked dumbfounded by his own abilities.
“try it again.” katsuki instructed, eyes darkened by something denki couldn’t pinpoint.
“why?” he questioned.
“katsuki likes pain. he was probably turned on by it.” you shrugged in amusement.
“oh really? that’s fitting.” denki smirked.
“shut up. can you do it again or not?” bakugo huffed.
“i can try.”
denki put all his mental strength into directing his electricity to his tongue. to his surprise, and katsuki’s excitement, he was able to do it with ease.
“that’s so fucking hot.” bakugo mumbled before grabbing kaminari’s chin and kissing him again. this kiss was more feverish than the last. more passionate. you watched intently before deciding you were bored of straddling denki and wanted to provide use elsewhere. you slid off of him, careful not to disrupt the makeout session happening above you. once your knees hit the cool wood flooring, you started loosening the strings of denki’s sweatpants. you heard a muffled sound of approval and a zap come from denki followed by a groan from bakugo.
“you’re so responsive to everything, this is gonna be fun.” you directed at kaminari before grazing your hand over his member. he was already semi-hard which you found cute considering you guys hadn’t done much but kiss him. you then leaned down to place your mouth on his length through his boxers. you heard a faint fuckand suddenly there was a hand fisted in your hair.
“you want her to suck it?” you heard bakugo’s coarse voice force out. you looked up and met denki’s weary gaze while bakugo was looking down at you in anticipation. all denki could do was nod, he lacked the confidence to verbally admit that he wanted so badly to be inside your mouth.
“i don’t think she heard you sparky. try again.” bakugo said.
“y-yeah. i want her to.” denki stuttered.
“want her to what?”
denki rolled his eyes, he wasn’t going to let bakugo hold dominance over him that easily.
“you and her both know. i don’t need to say it.”
“hm, but i don’t know kami. i think maybe you should just tell me.” you chimed in, running your hand over his hard-on once more, making sure to squeeze at the base. denki bit his lip to help hold back the embarrassing moan that threatened to leave his lips. he didn’t plan on submitting to bakugo, but for you, he would listen.
“i want you to suck me off.” he said, holding eye contact as he did so.
“there you go, good boy.” you smiled.
good boy. denki liked that. a lot.
you pulled his length out of his boxers eagerly, taking a moment to bask at the size of it.
“might be bigger than you babe.” you teased, giving it a slow stroke.
“tsk- not even.” bakugo grunted, though he silently wondered if it really was.
“let me see yours then.” denki breathed shortly, already losing his composure as you began licking and sucking on his tip.
“you’d love that wouldn’t you?” bakugo laughed.
“oh come on katsuki. it’s only fair, let him see.” you shrugged before taking a few more inches of denki into your mouth. denki mewled at that, eyes clenching tightly at the sudden pressure.
“fine. but just so i can use it to shut him up, you’re loud you know.” bakugo said as he peered down at denki.
“you clearly like it though.” you took a break from sucking denki to glance at the bakugo’s obvious arousal.
“yeah whatever.” bakugo muttered as he fidgeted with his belt buckle. denki took note of how bakugo didn’t deny your accusations and that made something flutter in his stomach. that along with you taking every inch of his length into your mouth with ease.
“ahfuck y/n, shit.” denki moaned and the grip he had on your hair tightened almost painfully.
“she’s good at that huh? let’s see how well you can do.” bakugo suggested before he angled his erection in front of denki’s mouth. denki’s eyes widened and he swore his mouth started to water.
“fuck” denki groaned before grabbing the base of bakugo’s length. he then pressed his lips to the tip and slid down until his mouth met his hand. his eyes were closed until he heard “look at me” in a faint whisper. to his demise, denki followed through with bakugo’s request and looked up at him through lust-heavy eyes.
“move your hand.” bakugo continued to direct and almost as if it were against his will, denki obeyed.
“take all of it.” bakugo finished. denki swallowed nervously around what he had already managed to fit in his mouth and bakugo felt it, causing him to smile in amusement.
“don’t be nervous. you can do it.”
denki was almost certain that was supposed to sound condescending yet it came out a bit too sincerely. the encouragement turned denki on more than he’d like to admit, but he showed it through his next course of action. he inhaled deeply through his nose before pushing the rest of bakugo’s length down his throat and in a matter of seconds his nose was touching bakugo’s lower abdomen.
“that’s so fucking hot denki, you take it so well.” you chirped up. you had completely abandoned your task of sucking kaminari off due to the distraction taking place mere inches away from you. you heard what sounded like the equivalent of a static shock preceding a deep moan tearing from bakugo.
“jesus fucking christ denki, fuck.” bakugo cursed, pulling himself out of the other’s mouth.
“did you cum?” you asked in awe.
“almost. insanely fucking close.” bakugo heaved.
denki flushed at the fact the he almost made bakugo cum without really having to try. he had found a new weakness for him, being shocked.
“would’ve never guessed my quirk could be used to get someone off” he laughed lightly.
“someone with a pain kink that is.” you added.
“you say that like you don’t have one.” bakugo rolled his eyes.
“oh do you? maybe i should try it on you too” denki shrugged.
“maybe you should.” you shrugged back.
“lay down then, on your back.”
you hesitated slightly, not used to following orders from anyone other than bakugo. but you were fully intrigued by denki and his quirk so you did as told. you got up from the floor to lay on the bed and denki eagerly positioned himself between your legs, spreading them apart so he had access to what he wanted most. he lifted the fluffy red and white fabric of your dress up your thighs a bit more. then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your body, discarding them on the floor. denki glanced at bakugo, eyes clearly asking for permission. bakugo nodded and denki dipped his head between your thighs. he had no issue finding your clit almost immediately. he worked his tongue around it in languid circles, letting out small sparks of electricity as he did so.
“nngh,don’t stop. please don’t stop.” you moaned. the tables were then turned as you buried your hands into his hair, using your hold as a way to ground yourself. denki continued licking your swollen clit as he placed two fingers at your entrance. he teased you, pushing them in slightly then stopping. pushing. stopping. pushing. until his fingers were deep inside you. the pleasure of him grazing your gspot whilst simultaneously sucking your clit was conflicting and quite frankly, overwhelming. his consistency faltered though and a moan of bakugo’s name caught your attention. you looked to find your boyfriend fingering denki as well, lube-slicked fingers curved and out of the boy slowly.
“god that’s so hot.” you said through a broken moan.
“you’re telling me.” bakugo replied quietly, almost as if he didn’t intend to say it aloud.
“can’t wait to watch you fuck him.” you said.
“can’t wait to fuck him.” bakugo muttered, again as if it were unintentional.
“then fuck me.” denki said as he turned to face bakugo.
“you’re ready for it?” bakugo asked with more concern than he planned.
“mhmm.” denki nodded.
“are you sure?” bakugo hesitated.
“yes i’m sure. i want it katsuki, i want you.” denki admitted and he would have been embarrassed by how needy he sounded if it weren’t for the small yet endearing smile that took over bakugo’s face.
“good, because i want you too.” bakugo countered as he pressed himself into denki’s rim. denki’s throat burned at the moan he let out. he had to use his forearm to muffle his noises otherwise the whole floor would know what was going on behind their closed door.
“keep eating her out.” bakugo ordered to the disheveled boy beneath him. denki found the strength to regain focus on your pleasure. he wrapped his lips around your clit once more, this time jolts of electricity shot from his tongue uncontrollably. the feeling was indescribably arousing and you knew that both he and you would be unraveling messes within the next few minutes. bakugo was fucking into him deeply, slow yet precise strokes filling denki perfectly. it hurt slightly, but bakugo was so gentle and determined to hit the spots that made denki’s legs tremble that the pain was merely an afterthought. even though denki couldn’t properly think because of his overwhelming arousal, he did know that he wanted to make you cum before he did. he pushed his fingers into your dripping hole again, thrusting and curling them almost perfectly across your gspot. the combination of his fingers and his tongue was a nightmare in the best way possible.
“i’m gonna cum, fuck you’re so good at that. i’m gonna…” your back arched off of the mattress, hands tangling into the comforter as you came over denki’s fingers. though he didn’t stop immediately, he continued curving his fingers into you, making you writhe beneath him. he only stopped when bakugo thrusted into him a bit more harshly than he had been before, tearing a weak and broken moan from the fucked out boy
“i-i’m close. i’m so c-close.” denki stuttered.
“yeah? let me help.” you said in an almost whisper, still not completely recovered from your own orgasm.
you scooted down a little lower so that you were essentially eye level with denki. you grabbed his leaking erection and guided it toward your hole. you teased it a bit, admiring the way denki’s eyes clenched tightly and his breath got heavier. you pushed his tip into you and he took care of the rest. his hips lazily pushed the rest of his length into your wet heat and the boy nearly passed out. as if you and bakugo had telepathically communicated when you were going to make denki absolutely lose his mind, you clenched around him tightly and bakugo hit his spot perfectly.
“fuck fuck fuck, shit. i-” denki’s sentence was cut short by him pulling out of you and cumming on your dress. he collapsed beside you, not an ounce of strength available to sturdy him.
“mm,gonna cum.” is all that bakugo could manage to get out as he uses his hand to finish himself off. his cum dripped down his fingers and onto the bedsheets in a mesmerizing pool of white. denki had a strange urge to lick it all up yet lacked the energy to do so.
“i don’t think i’ve ever cum that hard in my life, and that’s saying something.” denki broke the temporarily still silence.
“agreed. how do you have a vibrator literally built into your tongue? shit was insane.” you exclaimed.
“sparky’s just perfect clearly.” bakugo input as he sat against the headboard of the bed.
“i’m not perfect.” denki laughed lightly.
“yeah you are.” bakugo said softly.
“then you are too. you and y/n.”
“perfect enough for us to do this again sometime?” you questioned.
“i was hoping so.” denki smiled.
“good.” you replied before placing an innocent peck on denki’s lips. he then looked to bakugo who was already looking at him fondly. something about the content smile on his face made denki feel safe. he could get used to yours and bakugo’s company.
a/n: i chose the characters i could see being streamers/gamers the most but lmk if you guys want a part 2 with more people :)
shoto todoroki
- you two met through twitch and immediately clicked
- you would stay up for countless hours playing anything and everything together
- your guy’s numbers started growing when you complimented shoto on stream once and he malfunctioned
- he got so flustered that he had to turn his camera off and regain composure
- ever since, your viewers have speculated something more than a friendship is going on between you two
- you guys like to feed into it and keep people guessing
shoto is down to a one v four in CSGO. somehow your whole team had slipped up and got wiped by your opposer, leaving shoto to fend for himself. you know he’s a phenomenal player, probably the best player you know in all honesty. but for some reason, your faith in him clutching this match is substantially low. your chat is in agreement, being poor sports and commenting as though shoto had already lost.
you watch as he uses his main, an AK47, to plant a perfect headshot into an unexpecting enemy.
“ok ok, nice shot shoto. 3 more like that.” you cheer him on. he’s quiet, too focused to respond but your morale boost is very appreciated on his end. you have his stream open on the side of your monitor and you watch as his eyebrows furrow so tightly together it almost makes you laugh. but you refrain, not wanting to distract him from his detrimental task. after a few seconds of walking around the map shoto is met by another member from the opposing team. his reflexes are eerily quick as he slides his mouse, aligning his crosshairs perfectly on the opponents head and taking the shot in a matter of seconds. instant headshot kill.
“holy. ok two more.” you state, quite frankly at a loss for words.
you hear a few distant shots and shoto notices them too. those cat-like reflexes take over once more, he turns to see the remaining two opponents approaching him, firing their weapons mercilessly. shoto crouches and fires his gun. he hits one opponents chest and the other’s arm, though it’s not enough to take them out. his health is dangerously low, but he fires again and lands two perfect headshots. the rest of your team goes absolutely insane and shoto has the most smug smirk on his face as he tries to humbly mask the fact that he just annihilated a one v four with mostly headshots.
“that was so sexy, oh my fucking god.” you exclaim, unaware of the volume in which you said it.
“wait, what?” he chokes, though there’s no possible way he didn’t hear what you said.
“that was sexy, you’re too good.” you repeat, adding a bit more emphasis on the ‘sexy’ this time.
you look at his stream on your screen, his face is flushed of all color save for the rich red blush creeping over his cheeks.
“yeah thanks um, you uhh, you did really sexy-really good too y/n.”
“shoto, i died in the first five seconds.” you laugh.
he turns his face cam off and you feel slightly guilty for flustering him into embarrassment, but it was fully unintentional. his reaction was cute though, an image stored away in your brain forever. you glance at your chat which is full of people laughing and saying you broke shoto. you giggle while reading each comment but your laughter is cut short by shoto’s reappearance.
“sorry about that, needed some water.” shoto explains while awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “chat relax, stop spamming ‘sexy shoto’” he continues.
you laugh again before muttering, “i mean, they’re not wrong.” to what you thought was yourself, but apparently you need to work on your whispering because both your chat and shoto hear you.
“maybe i need to start clutching one v fours more often then.” he tries to play it off coolly but that telltale blush is still plastered on his face.
“if you clutch another one then i might just have to kiss you, i don’t even know.” you joke, though you’re not sure if you’re even fully joking at this point.
“bet.” he responds as you guys queue up for another match, where shoto does in fact clutch another one v four.
denki kaminari
- you’re his streamer crush
- you know of him because you’ve played with him in a few lobbies put together by mutual friends
- but everything you know about him is surface level
- one thing you do know about him though, is he’s very competitive
- and so are you
- so what happens when you two are put in the same crab game lobby?
- one word…
- chaos
you tend to be decently calm and collected, but for some reason video games bring out the absolute devil in you. today one of your friends invited you to play crab game in a huge group they had put together. you figured it’d be super fun to play with your friends and meet people in the lobby that you haven’t yet, so you agreed to be apart of it.
upon entering the game, chaos is already ensuing. there are about fifty players already in game, chatting and jumping all over the place, hitting each other and laughing. you can tell tonight is going to be fun.
you’re about to go see if you can find anyone you know when someone with a name you’re somewhat familiar with but don’t know too well begins to approach you.
“i hear you’ve never lost a game of crab game” the guy states.
interesting way to start a conversation you think to yourself.
“you’ve heard correctly then.” you respond smugly. it’s true, granted you’ve only played three times, but still.
“well i’m here to change that.” he responds. you can’t see his face but you can tell he has an all too confident smirk spread across it.
“well, denki? am i saying that right?” you ask and he simply hums in response.
“that’s big talk for someone i didn’t even know existed until five seconds ago.” you continue.
“oh trust, you’ll know who i am by the end of the game.” he says nonchalantly before walking away.
you could scoff at his audacity, but something about the banter intrigued you and you most definitely were not about to let him win.
after everyone has readied up, the game starts with the classic red light green light. you’re stood to the right of the map and you notice denki walking towards you and stopping once he’s standing behind you. you know what he’s about to try and do, he wants to hit you during a red light so you get eliminated. clever but predictable, you don’t plan on letting him win that easily.
the huge doll at the end of the path begins singing, signaling that it’s time for the players to move. you do exactly that, making sure to dodge and weave to make it difficult for denki to hit you.
“why are you moving so much, you scared?” denki asks while everyone is stopped and waiting for the doll to move again.
“not scared of you if that’s what you’re implying.”
“are you sure about that?” denki questions before clicking his mouse, causing his character to hit yours.
in perfect timing, the doll turns around and begins singing again.
“i’ll remember that.” you say, already plotting how you’d get your revenge for his attempted murder.
you both barely complete this round after countless attempts to get the other eliminated. this continues for the entire game with you guys targeting one another other in each challenge, ignoring anyone around you. obstacle after obstacle, you guys barely make it through. no one else is seen as a threat and it almost seems as though all the other players are leaving you to hash out whatever rivalry had brewed in the lobby.
eventually you two are the last ones standing in bomb tag. the premise of the game is to be the last one standing without the bomb. you’re the one who starts with it and denki is already sprinting across the map. he jumps and climbs ladders with ease, gaining distance on you. though you’re able to cut him off and tag him, transferring the bomb to him. you run away as quickly as possible but you evidently weren’t fast enough because he tags you back immediately. you’re now in possession of the bomb again with fifteen seconds on the clock. ten seconds. five seconds. you lose hope in winning until denki trips up and accidentally slips down a ladder, you tag him and the bomb explodes his character.
“hell yeah, eat my ass bitch boy. what was that you said about changing my win rate? i can’t hear you talking shit now. aw, are you embarrassed? cute.” you say with mock sympathy. you’re admittedly a bit too excited for winning something as dumb as crab game, but it’s the satisfaction of beating denki that’s so gratifying. you wait for a response for a couple seconds, hearing a faint
“chat, i think she’s my soulmate.” before respawning back in the lobby.
katsuki bakugo
- you’re his significant other that makes occasional appearances on his stream
- like denki, he’s very competitive
- so his viewers think it’s hilarious how soft he gets when you’re there
- he’ll be in the midst of cussing someone out with every cuss word known to man in two different languages
- then you’ll walk in and ask what he wants for dinner and he’s just like
- “whatever you want baby, i know you had a long day so get what’ll make you happy. let me bow down to you and kiss your feet while you’re at it.”
- that’s not exactly what he says, but his chat swears that’s what he sounds like
“holy shit you absolute fucking moron, are you actually fucking kidding me deku? how are you so fucking shit at this game?” bakugo practically growls at his friend on the other end of the discord call.
“i literally asked for backup ten times but your dumb ass wanted to try and take out a whole team on your own.” izuku explains.
“well maybe if you weren’t complete dog shit you wouldn’t have needed backup in the first place doofus.” bakugo counters.
“says the guy who died to a bot last round.” kirishima laughs, chiming in on the argument.
“fuck off. don’t even get me started on you, you fucking-”
“hey babe, oh sorry. i didn’t know you were still streaming.” you stop yourself, beginning to back out of the room.
“wait no, it’s ok. come say hi.” bakugo says, his tone a complete 180 from the menacing demon he was about to unleash on kirishima. you walk into frame, sitting in the extra chair that katsuki has for whenever you guest star in his streams.
“hi chat. hi eijiro and izuku.” you smile and wave, catching how bakugo looks at you endearingly as you do so. his chat starts booming with ‘hi y/n’s’ and ‘how are you’s.’
“i’m good, how are you guys?” you ask, used to this routine from the first time you appeared on bakugo’s stream. one comment in particular catches your eye.
‘i’m good, bakugo seems to be having a rough day though lol’
you read the comment aloud before laughing to yourself and asking “why’s that?” even though you could more than likely guess why.
‘he’s ass at valorant but keeps blaming his friends for it’ someone else comments.
“i heard” you respond “katsuki, you can’t cuss out your friends for being shit when you’re shit yourself.”
“damn, she got you there.” you hear kirishima mumble.
“kirishima shut the hell up before i shove my fist up your-”
“katsuki.” you cut him short, rolling your eyes at how easily hot headed your boyfriend can get.
“sorry.” he mutters, voice still sharp yet carrying a lot less bite.
you glance over his chat again, looking at everyone talking about how amusing it is that you calm him down so easily.
you and bakugo spot a ‘i can definitely tell who wears the pants in this relationship and it’s not bakugo…’ comment at the same time.
“tsk. i wear the pants. end of story.” bakugo grunts.
“hm, wonder if you’d still enjoy wearing the pants while you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” you shrug.
“what? no.” his whole demeanor softens as he turns to face you, his eyes are pleading for any sign of a joke in yours.
“ok fine, we share the pants. a pant leg each.” he sighs.
“better.” you reply with a smile and you stand up to leave.
you wave ‘bye’ to bakugo’s viewers, basking in the glory of them all knowing katsuki has an inescapable soft spot for you, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
request: if I could possibly get Bakugou eating out a shy reader for her very first time, and she’s really nervous (kind of scared even) but Bakugou’s really soft about it? May be uncharacteristically soft for him, but I love to see that :) Thanks so much <3
a/n: i’m a todoroki simp but writing this made me so soft please, maybe i love bakugou
bakugou is your first serious boyfriend. you’ve had a handful of flings and been through a few talking stages within your lifetime, but none have ever gotten to the point that you and bakugou are currently at. the two of you have been together for six months, and it’s been the most fulfilling six months of your lives. you understand each other in ways that not many other people can, which is what makes your bond so special. you’re not afraid to admit that you’re completely in love with bakugou, and neither is he. his typically hot-headed, short-tempered nature dissolves by tenfold whenever you’re around and its quite precious really. he’s extremely calm and patient with you, which is why he’s so understanding of you being reluctant in terms of sexual interaction.
there’s been countless occasions where the two of you have gotten awfully close to getting intimate with one another, but you always seem to stop it before anything gets too escalated. bakugou is fine with it, at least you believe he is. he never complains or asks why, just kisses you and tells you he’ll wait for whenever you’re ready. you appreciate him for that more than he’ll ever know, but part of you still can’t help but feel guilty for never letting things go any further. you know he wants it, you can tell by the glint of disappointment that flashes in his eyes whenever you lightly push him away or tell him ‘not today.’ the truth is, you’ve never actually been touched in a sexual manner before and quite honestly, you’re scared to be. you’re embarrassed to tell him that because most people let their partners touch them intimately with no question, but for some reason you get extremely nervous just thinking about it. it’s not even that you don’t want him to, you just can’t help but overthink everything when it comes to sexual situations. but you’ve reached a point where you’re tired of feeling so worried over something that shouldn’t be this terrifying. so, as you’re laying on bakugou’s chest in bed, his hand lightly grasping your chin as he tilts your head back to kiss you deeply, you decide now is the time to open up.
“bakugou.” you sigh softly, pulling away from the kiss.
“hmm?” he hums, eyes focused on you.
“you want to touch me don’t you?” you ask genuinely but the question catches him off guard. he chokes on a laugh and tries to mask the small grin tugging at his lips when he realizes how serious you are.
“i mean, of course i do. but why are you asking?” he quirks an eyebrow at you.
“i don’t know, we’ve been dating for half a year now and haven’t really done anything. i want to and i can tell you do too but…” you trail off, that familiar feeling of embarrassment coming back to bite you.
“but what?” his eyes narrow in confusion.
“i’m scared to.” you mumble, burying your face into bakugou’s chest in order to avoid eye contact. you feel him place his hand on the back of your head and begin playing with your hair.
“that’s ok you know. i think everyone’s at least a little scared for their first time. but just know that there’s no pressure for you to be ready anytime soon. and if you are ready, i’ll make sure you feel more than comfortable with everything.”
you look up at him to meet his gaze. he flashes you a kind smile and your stomach churns a bit. something in you is telling you to just go for it, so you do. you lean upwards to attach your lips to bakugou’s. the kiss is timid, slow, but progressively develops into something a bit more passionate. you readjust your position so that you’re now straddling your boyfriend’s lap and he lets out a low noise that closely resembles a groan. you feel a tingling feeling in your core, inadvertently causing you to rotate your hips against bakugou’s. you both let out breathy moans at that, swallowing each other’s noises within the kiss. bakugou’s hands find their way to your hips, resting there while yours tangle their way into his hair. you’ve made out with bakugou plenty of times, but something about this feels different. feels better. just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore worked up, bakugou’s tongue slides against your bottom lip. you know exactly what he wants and gladly grant it to him. his tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, not too much to make it awkward but enough the make your hips jut against his just a bit harder. at this point you both are evidently aroused, bakugou’s hard-on is pressing up against your throbbing center and the only noises filling the room are both of your soft moans. you never want if to end, but unfortunately, it does.
“lay on your back.” bakugou says weakly after disconnecting the kiss. you look at him hesitantly and he whispers a comforting ‘it’ll be ok’ before placing a kiss on your forehead. the gesture calms your nerves and you do as told, lying on your back as you wait for what’s to happen next.
bakugou moves in between your legs, hovering over you slightly. he trails his hands tenderly down the insides of your thighs before resting them on the hem of the pajama shorts you’re currently wearing. you tremble at the touch and bakugou looks at you with concern.
“we don’t have to go all the way today, but i still want to make you feel good.” he says sweetly. you’re so tempted to let go and just let him, but you can’t seem to shake the nerves.
“i’m still nervous.” you admit shyly.
“is there a reason why?”
“what if you don’t like what you see? like, i don’t know, what if i gross you out?” you question and bakugou frowns.
“y/n, you’re the single most beautiful person i’ve ever seen in my life. i love you idiot, a lot. there’s not an inch of you that i don’t, or won’t like. i promise. ok?”
you could almost cry at how genuinely heartfelt bakugou’s words are and you feel every ounce of anxiety escape your body.
“ok, i’m ready. and i love you too katsuki.” you smile. he returns your smile before placing a soft peck to your lips, trailing kisses down from your lips to your neck, then your collarbone. his hands are resting on your sides as he sucks a bruise onto your skin. you let out a quiet moan that bakugou can’t help but grin at before he begins pulling your shirt up your body. you take the hint and lift yourself up a bit, aiding him in lifting the shirt over your head. he follows suit, pulling his shirt off as well in an attempt to help you feel more comfortable. your eyes graze over this curves and dips of your boyfriend’s defined body and his do the same to you. you hadn’t worn a bra underneath your shirt so your bare torso is fully on display for bakugou to see.
“fuck, you’re so pretty.” he mutters under his breath. you intended on thanking him for the compliment but him reaching down to attach his mouth to your nipple prevented that. you can’t help but let out a moan of his name which shoots a wave of pleasure straight to his member. he continues to alternate between sucking each nipple for a few more moments before kissing his way down your stomach. the foreign feeling forces you to arch into his touch. bakugou is obsessed with how responsive and sensitive you are, its making him painfully turned on.
he places a kiss on the hem of your shorts before linking his fingers there and lightly tugging, insinuating that he wants them off. you lift your hips, allowing him to pull the fabric off your body, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. he kisses up and down the inner parts of each thigh before pulling away to look at you.
“are you sure this is ok? i really don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he asks, wanting to reinforce that you’re truly fine with all of this.
“i’m positive, i’m ready katsu.” you reply.
he places another kiss to the inside of your right thigh before pulling your panties to the side, revealing your dripping wet folds. you gasp at the cool air hitting your sensitive area and bakugou groans at how wet you are.
“holy shit.” he breathes before pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, testing your reaction. your eyes meet his in anticipation, waiting for something more to happen. then finally, he licks your folds at a teasing pace. your hands gain leverage in his hair, tugging at the blond locks. he continues licking your swollen clit, circling and massaging the nub with his tongue. he’s clearly done this before and you’re not quite sure how long you’re going to last.
he shifts his attention from your clit to your hole, teasing the ring expertly. your grip on his hair tightens and the two of you moan in perfect unison. then bakugou’s tongue dips inside of you and the feeling is almost overwhelming.
“fuck, you’re so good at that.” you groan. he looks up at you with a smug grin, his tongue still languidly tasting your insides. you find yourself moving your hips against his mouth unintentionally, but you can’t help it. it feels too good. but what you don’t know yet, is that it can feel even better.
he removes his tongue from your hole and replaces it with a finger and you let out a loud string of obscenities. he reattaches his mouth to your clit once more, sucking while simultaneously fucking his finger in and out of you. he’s hypnotized by all the sounds leaving your lips, almost cumming in his pants as he listens.
“mm, your little noises are so hot.” he mumbles against you and you can feel your arousal increase at the praise. he adds another finger, curling both upwards and you swear you begin seeing white. between bakugou sucking gently on your clit as he also massages your spot with his fingers, you know you’re pretty much done for.
“nngh, katsuki. fuck, i’m so close.” you moan as you toss your head back, clenching your eyes shut.
“yeah? i’ve wanted to make you cum for so long, cum for me pretty girl.” he moans against you.
with those words, you’re a goner. your back arches off the bed, pressing deeper into bakugou’s touch and you’re completely overcome with pleasure. your grip on katsuki’s hair grows dangerously tight as your orgasm surges through you. he keeps his fingers inside you, fucking you through your high until you’re limp around the digits.
“oh my god.” you sigh once your vision has returned from your dizzying climax.
“was that ok?” bakugou questions, laying down beside you.
“ok? that was more than ok. it was amazing.” you reply, unable to contain your huge smile.
“see, there was nothing to worry about idiot. told you i’d make you feel good.”
“that you did.” you laugh. “seems like you need to feel good too.” you point out, acknowledging his very noticeable erection.
“it’s ok, i’ll go take care of it.” he shrugs.
“you could do that…but um, i think i want to help you.” you say hesitantly.
“are you sure?”
“mhm” you nod.
“then i’d love your help.” he smiles before placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
a/n: umm shinsou’s…not me simping over my own writing lol. i actually really liked writing these :)
todoroki
- actually lasts annoyingly long
- you expect him to fail in at most two weeks
- but this mf can go almost the whole month without nutting
- literally wins the bet between his friends
- he’s used to being touch deprived
- so it’s not much different than life before he started dating you
- but don’t get him wrong
- you definitely don’t make it easy for him
- especially around the three week mark
- that’s when he really starts to feel agitated and needs to feel your touch
- *insert needy shouto*
it’s been a long three weeks of no sexual interaction between you and your boyfriend. you’re fine for the most part, as you yourself aren’t participating in the dumb little challenge shouto is currently taking part in. you can touch and do whatever you want to yourself, though your boyfriend cannot. him and his friends have a bet that none of them could actually successfully complete no nut november in its entirety, and the guy that lasts the longest gets a hundred dollars from each participant. to your surprise, shouto actually agreed to take on the challenge and is so far looking as though he’ll win. it’s between him and midoriya currently, the rest of the guys had failed long ago. he seems so determined to win so you don’t try to sabotage his efforts too much, though sometimes it’s hard to keep your hands off of him or not want his hands on you. but even then, he refuses to let himself lose the challenge and rejects your advances. until today that is.
the two of you are supposed to be on the couch watching a movie together, but instead shouto is pressed on top of you with his hands gripping your waist and his lips hungrily attached to yours. you could tell shouto was distracted throughout the whole movie, but what you didn’t anticipate was for him to unexpectedly flip you over so that your back sank into the couch cushions under his weight while he attached his lips to yours. but it’s not like you’re complaining, this is the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks due to his little contest, so you decide not to jeopardize it in any way. shouto’s breaths are heavy against your mouth and you know he wants you. you know he wants to feel you more than anything right now, but you can still sense a feeling of apprehension in his actions. he pulls away, lips already beginning to bruise from the aggression of the kiss and his eyes glazed with lust.
“you think midoriya has lost yet?” todoroki asks through shallow breaths.
“honestly…who cares?” you shrug, pulling shouto back down towards you by the collar of his shirt in order to reconnect the kiss.
“valid point.” he mumbles against your lips. his hands trail their way up your body until they find themselves tangled in your hair, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss.
luckily, despite the two of you not noticing, todoroki’s phone chimed with a text message in the group chat from midoriya claiming that he no longer is apart of the challenge, therefore deeming shouto the winner.
if that text had come a half hour later though, todoroki would surely have lost.
bakugou
- will last four days tops
- nothing more nothing less
- and barely even that
- the only reason he lasts that long is bc he’s a competitive little shit
- and doesn’t want to lose to shouto
- but fails miserably nonetheless
- and you can bet he fucks you senseless when he reaches his breaking point
- he doesn’t last very long bc of how pent up he is
-very sloppy and very verbal
bakugou’s attitude has been worse than usual because of him participating in no nut november and you have a feeling he won’t last much longer. it’s only been four days but you know that with your boyfriend’s atypical libido, he’s probably quite literally about to explode. every word that leaves his mouth carries more bite than they typically do and you are more than aware that if he doesn’t cum soon, his anger will only end up getting the better of him.
“katsuki, if you need to cum just cum because it’s making you too on edge. you’ve been yelling at that pickle jar for the past five minutes.” you sigh as you look over your immensely distraught boyfriend.
“yeah because it won’t fucking open! who the hell makes these things anyway? it’s so fucking stupid! i don’t even want the damn pickle anymore.” bakugou huffs, slamming the pickle jar down on the counter which shockingly doesn’t break at the impact.
“babe, relax.” you say as you walk up to where he’s leaned against the kitchen island. “if you want, i can help you.” you finish, rubbing his arms gingerly. he shuts his eyes for a quick second in response to your touch before responding to you verbally.
“help me with what exactly?” he asks with questioning eyes.
“opening the jar obviously, unless you need help with something else?” you tease as you glance down towards his lower half. he noticeably swallows at your suggestion before roughly grabbing your arm and moving you so that you’re now bent over the counter.
“dammit y/n. it’s been really hard not to lose because of you you know?” he grunts as he lifts up the already too revealing skirt that you may or may not have worn on purpose.
“yeah i know, that’s the whole point.” you reply which earns you a harsh smack on the ass.
“guess i’ll just have to punish you for it then.” bakugou shrugs.
long story short, bakugou loses the challenge and you get punished. hard.
shinsou
- would probably last a week
- the first three days wouldn’t be too difficult for him
- but from then on, it only gets worse
- and you’re a tease so you actually make it a living hell for him
- making out with him a little too roughly
- grazing up against his most sensitive areas
- until he genuinely cannot take it anymore
- will not last long at all when you help him cum
- maybe a solid 3 minutes
- possibly four
- he’s just extra sensitive, leave him alone
you’re currently straddling shinsou’s lap, grinding against his most sensitive area while you let his tongue roam your mouth. the two of you have been making out like this for a good hour, though you didn’t start straddling shinsou until just moments ago. the friction of you rubbing yourself against his clothed yet throbbing member was almost too much for him in itself. then add you kissing him in the way that gives his whole body chills, making him want to fuck into you relentlessly, and you have quite a dangerous combination.
you can tell by the soft, breathy moans escaping his lips that you have him in a real tough position. part of you wants to grant him mercy and give him the opportunity to still win this nnn challenge, but the other part of you is obsessed with how sensitive he is right now and all of the noises he’s making and the way he’s desperately gripping onto your thighs while you move your hips against his, it’s all too alluring to want to stop.
“y/n, you’re gonna make me cum.” he groans, tossing his head back against the headboard of your shared bed.
“good. i wish you knew how hot you looked right now. can’t imagine how good you’ll look when you cum.” you moan in an attempt to push him over the edge. if there’s one thing your boyfriend is a whore for, it’s praise. you found that out on accident and ever since it’s been somewhat of a secret weapon, and it’s working like a charm now.
shinsou’s grip on your thighs gets dangerously tight, to the point where you’re sure there will be bruises by tomorrow, but you don’t care because the way he’s arching himself into you as he moans your name while releasing one of the best orgasms he’s probably ever had in his life is more than enough to make up for it.
“fuck, well i guess i lose then huh?” shinsou laughs lightly as he comes down.
“yeah, but i think it was worth it.” you shrug.
“more than worth it.” he smiles before placing a soft peck on your lips.
mirio
- like shouto, could probably last the whole month
- he just has a lot of restraint
- even when you try to tease or fluster him
- it works, but not enough to actually get him to cum
- only goes for so long because of how annoyed you get
- you had an elaborate plan on how to get him to fail the first week
- which didn’t work whatsoever
- and ever since, you’ve grown more frustrated than mirio has
- and he thinks it’s adorable
- you get the upper hand eventually though
your teasing efforts continuously fall short with mirio and it’s starting to frustrate you. when mirio first asked how you felt about him participating in the nnn challenge you agreed to it because you figured he wouldn’t last long anyway. but when a week passed and it seemed liked mirio wasn’t fazed in the slightest, you began to regret that decision. so you tried and you tried to get him to slip up and lose the challenge, but each try was a failure. he’s stubbornly determined to complete the whole month without a single orgasm and it’s irking your soul, so you decide to pull out your final trick. you remember once you had worn one of mirio’s shirts with nothing but underwear underneath and he was completely and utterly flustered by it, so you plan to do that again. except this time, with absolutely nothing underneath.
after successfully stealing one of mirio’s oversized shirts and slipping it over your naked body, you join him in bed as he patiently waits for you. the moment his eyes catch sight of you, they widen and you begin to think this may be the attempt that finally gets him to lose this stupid challenge.
“you look so good in my shirt.” mirio compliments you with a wide smile as you get into bed beside him.
“you think so? it’s a little big but i like it.” you say, lifting the sides of the shirt a bit to reveal that you’re wearing no underwear.
again, mirio’s eyes widen as they rake over your figure and he looks as though he’s contemplating what to say next.
“naughty girl, you really want me to lose this challenge huh?” he says, inching a bit closer to you with a trying smile plastered on his face.
“i’ve been trying for the past few weeks.” you sigh, hoisting yourself up so that you can straddle mirio’s waist. his breath hitches at the realization that your bare cunt is pressed against his crotch and he figures there’s no point in continuing the challenge anymore. i mean he’s probably made it farther than most other guys right? five days until the end of november? seems good enough to him.
he flips the two of you over so that now you’re on your back with him hovering above you.
“i accept defeat. and this stays on while i fuck you.” he grins, tugging on the fabric of his your shirt.
