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"I- I haven't, sorry." He responded. He pulled himself together enough to continue more confidently. "You're more than welcome to wait with me if you want." He accompanied his offer with his typical smirk. It was a shot in the dark and he honestly didn't expect much out of it. You were way out of his league, but the saying goes 'you miss every shot you don't take'. He was prepared for rejection when you surprised him by taking a seat across from him.

"Sure, thanks for offering!" You smiled brightly at him. "I've never been to this place before, do you have any recommendations?" He couldn't fucking believe it, momentarily too stunned to speak. Never in a million years did he think he would be sat across from a girl like you. But he certainly wouldn't let this once in a lifetime opportunity slip between his fingers.

He spoke to you with confidence. You told jokes and made him laugh then he would return the favor. He told you stories to keep you entertained. The two of you lost track of time together. Nearly a hour had passed before Kirishima finally made it. Denki had noticed him before you did, the blonde preparing to shoo his friend away to have more one on one time with you. Before he got the chance, you turned you head to see what he was looking at. A smile brighter than any of the ones he had seen yet spread across your face.

"Hey, Babe!" You called, standing up to greet the man with a hug which he gladly returned. The word 'babe' rung in Denki's ears like a gong.

"Hey, guys! I see you two found each other!" Kirishima smiled back. "Denks, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. I wanted to finally introduce you two."

Of. Fucking. Course. You were his best friend's girlfriend. That's his shitty luck. He should've known it was too good to be true.

"Well, its about time you got here. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?" He jokingly chided, ignoring the way he felt inside. He could put those budding feelings behind him. He needed to be a good friend and it was as simple as that.

But of course it wasn't that simple. Despite his decision to bury the way he felt about you, the feelings continued to resurface. Little by little, his feelings for you had deepened, blossomed into something that felt dangerous, something he could never express.

“Denki, you good, man?” Kirishima’s voice snapped Denki out of his thoughts. He was smiling, his broad shoulders taking up most of the space in the room. He had his usual fiery energy, always enthusiastic and good natured, but Denki couldn’t help but notice the slight tension in his posture.

Denki smiled weakly. “Yeah, just… just thinking.”

“About what?” Kirishima raised an eyebrow. How could he tell his best friend that he was lost in thought thinking of his girlfriend? Thinking of your eyes, your smile, your soft looking lips that seemed so kissable-

Denki shrugged, trying to mask the shift in his mood. “Nothing important. Ya know...just zoning out.”

You turned to look at him, your lips quirking into a small, curious smile. “You sure you’re alright, Denki? You’re looking kind of lost in space.”

Denki swallowed hard, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. You always noticed. Always.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little too high-pitched. “I’m good. Really.”

Kirishima clapped him on the back, his usual grin wide and carefree. “Don’t worry, man. You’ll snap out of it. Let’s grab a drink or something.”

You turned back to Kirishima, your focus back on the conversation, but Denki’s mind kept replaying the way your eyes had briefly lingered on him. Had he imagined it? Or were you really wondering what was going on inside his head?

~~

The next few days passed in a blur of schoolwork, hangouts, and stolen moments. It wasn’t as though Denki didn’t love hanging out with both you and Kirishima. He did. It was just… different now. He couldn’t escape the weight of the feelings he’d been carrying.

One afternoon, you were all at your favorite diner, sitting in the usual booth. Denki had been fiddling with the straw in his drink, trying to force the usual carefree banter into the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. Kirishima and you were deep in conversation about a new band you were excited about, but Denki couldn’t really concentrate on the topic. All he could hear was the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke.

He’d gotten so good at hiding it—this secret crush, this love that had slowly crept into his chest like vines twisting through his ribs. He had no idea when it got this intense—maybe it was always this bad, waiting for the right moment to burst free. But now, the harder he tried to push it down, the more it bubbled up.

“So, Denki,” Kirishima said, leaning over the table with an exaggerated grin. “You gonna tell Y/N about that band you’ve been talking about? Or are you too shy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Denki, you’ve been holding out on us?”

Denki’s face flushed a deep red. He quickly grabbed his drink, taking a big gulp to cover his nervousness. “Nah, it’s… it’s nothing. Just some stuff I’ve been listening to.”

You leaned in a little closer, eyes playful. “Come on, you’re always hiding the good stuff from us.”

The proximity made Denki’s heart race. Your eyes were so close, and in that moment, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume—something soft and sweet. He swallowed, trying to push down the sudden, stupid surge of feelings that rose in him.

“I’ll make you a playlist sometime,” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly. He hated how obvious he was being.

Kirishima didn’t seem to notice, his attention drifting to a passing waitress. But your gaze lingered on Denki for just a fraction longer than normal, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. Your eyes softened, lips slightly parted, and Denki had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach out and pull you closer, bringing your lips to his and ruining everything.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Alright, Denki,” you said, smiling brightly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

~~

That night, Denki lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep—not with thoughts of you running through his mind like a nonstop movie reel. His fingers traced the edge of his blanket, his body tangled in the sheets as he imagined what it would be like to tell her the truth. What would it feel like to let you know? Would it change everything between you two?

His thoughts drifted to the quiet moments they shared—those small, seemingly insignificant exchanges that meant so much more to him. How your hand had brushed his when you’d both reached for the last French fry at lunch. How your laugh made his heart skip a beat. How, on those rare occasions when you had to walk somewhere together, your presence beside him felt like the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasies, it was always simple. You’d be alone with him in some cozy spot, maybe on the roof of their school or sitting at a park bench under the stars. You would turn to him, your eyes full of curiosity and warmth, and he would finally tell you everything.

He could see it so clearly: your face lighting up in surprise, cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit, and then you’d say something that made his chest tighten—something like, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” And then, in his fantasy, you’d kiss him. Softly, gently, like you had always known it was meant to be him.

But that was just a fantasy.

In reality, Denki couldn’t picture it happening. Not with Kirishima in the picture. Not with the three of you tangled in their complex web of friendship and unspoken rules. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that his feelings for you were just a phase, that he was just being dramatic. But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to lie to himself.

You were the only one that truly saw him. You knew that he was more than a clown, someone that was always the comedic relief. You listened to his ideas, heard what he had to say and took him seriously. He was a somebody to you, not just another side character. You made him feel important—you made him feel legit.

He sighed, pushing the thought away. Maybe it would be easier if he just accepted it. You weren’t his to keep. You were Kirishima’s, and that was just how things were. Maybe, eventually, he’d learn to stop dreaming of you the way he did. Maybe, eventually, he’d be okay with the distance.

But for now, he couldn’t stop wishing for a different reality—one where he could be the one you turned to when you needed someone. One where he was more than just your friend.

~~

It was the night of a big party, one of those end of year celebrations where everyone let loose. Denki had been avoiding you and Kirishima a little, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but it was becoming harder to pretend. His feelings for you had grown too strong to ignore, and the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived.

He found you alone outside, sitting on the back steps of the house, gazing up at the stars. You spoke about the stars often, how much you loved gazing up at the endless sky. You looked so at peace sitting there, away from the noise of the party. He almost didn’t want to disturb you. But he knew it was time.

“Hey,” he said quietly, walking over to you.

You looked up and smiled, your eyes lighting up in that way that made Denki’s heart ache. “Hey, Denks. You okay?”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, without thinking, he blurted it out: “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. You blinked, your expression unreadable. Denki’s heart pounded in his chest, the fear of rejection gripping him.

“I… I’ve been in love with you for a while,” he added quickly, his voice soft and wavering. “I know you’re with Kirishima. I’m sorry. I just… I needed to say it.”

You were silent for a long time, gaze dropping to your hands. Denki held his breath, afraid to hear the words that he ultimately knew were coming.

You remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Denki stood frozen, his heart thumping in his ears, terrified that he’d made a huge mistake. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe he had ruined everything—his friendship with you, with Kirishima, everything. He felt sick, like he was moments away from spilling his guts all over the ground and embarrassing himself even more.

He opened his mouth to backpedal, to say it was all a joke, but before he could, you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his. Your eyes were soft, almost sad, but there was something else in them—something he couldn’t quite place.

“You… you’ve been in love with me?” You asked, voice quiet and unsure.

Denki nodded, feeling a weight settle on his chest. His stomach twisted, and he fought the urge to turn and run, to take back the words that were already hanging between them like a fragile thread.

“I didn’t want to tell you this way,” he said, trying to explain, his voice cracking with emotion. “I never wanted to mess things up with you and Kirishima, or with us, but I… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I don’t expect anything. I just… needed you to know.”

Your expression softened further with your eyes moving away from his to stare out at the darkened sky. The cool breeze tousled your hair, and you hugged your knees to your chest, looking small and vulnerable. Denki’s heart ached at the sight, wishing he could take away your unease. You weren’t angry, but you weren’t happy either. He could feel the distance between them growing, like a wall slowly building that he didn’t know how to tear down.

“Denki,” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I had no idea. I mean, I always knew you were a little different around me, but…”

You paused, biting your lip as if you were choosing your next words carefully.

“I care about you, Denki. A lot. You’re one of my closest friends. But I don’t feel that way about you.” Your words hung in the air, heavy with finality.

Denki felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He had known, deep down, that this was how it would go, that you didn’t feel the same, that his feelings would never be returned. But hearing you say it out loud made it feel real, and that was the hardest part.

“I’m sorry,” you continued, your voice thick with something he couldn’t quite name. “I don’t want to hurt you. You mean so much to me. But Kirishima… he’s the one I’m with. And I don’t think I can change that.”

Denki nodded, swallowing hard. He knew it was coming, but the sting still burned. He forced a smile, though it felt brittle on his face. “It’s okay. I get it. Really.” He rubbed his eyes, hoping to smudge away any tears that were starting to form.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the distant music from inside the party, muffled by the walls of the house. Denki felt a strange, hollow sensation in his chest, like he was standing in a room that no longer quite fit him. But he couldn’t show you how much it hurt, not when you were being so gentle, so understanding. He didn’t want to make things harder for you, didn’t want to be a burden.

“Denki…” You said again, and this time, you looked at him more directly. Your gaze softened with something like pity. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to hurt you. You’re such a great guy. I don’t want you to feel bad about this.”

Denki shook his head, managing a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ve just… been holding on to this for too long. Maybe I just needed to say it, you know? Closure or whatever. Maybe now I can move on.”

A silence passed between you again, this time more comfortable. Denki wanted to leave. He wanted to step away and disappear into the crowd, get away from the way his chest felt tight and raw. But he also didn’t want to make it awkward. He didn’t want to lose you completely, even if his heart was in pieces.

You let out a small sigh, fingers running over the hem of your jacket. “You’re still my friend, Denki. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I know,” he replied softly, even though part of him wondered if it would change. How could things go back to normal after this? After he had laid his feelings bare and you’d gently rejected them?

“I’m glad you told me,” you added, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It takes a lot of courage to say something like that.”

Denki nodded, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks. “Yeah. Well, I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, but… I guess it’s better to get it out than keep it bottled up, right?”

You smiled, and for the briefest of moments, Denki saw that spark of warmth return to your eyes. It made him feel like maybe, just maybe, things could still be okay. Maybe he wasn’t completely losing you after all.

~~

That night, after the conversation outside, Denki couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, your face appeared before him. He had learned to push his feelings down—months of friendship with you and years with Kirishima had taught him how to hide his emotions behind a mask of easy smiles and casual jokes. But it had always been there, bubbling just below the surface, waiting for the right moment to break through. And now it had.

The confession had been painful, but it was necessary. Or at least, that’s what he told himself as he lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to get comfortable.

But despite everything, there was still that familiar pull in his chest—the one that tugged at him every time he saw you. Even now, his mind was running wild with images of you: the way your laughter sounded like sunshine breaking through clouds, the soft way you touched his arm when you were trying to make a point, the sparkle in your eyes when you were excited about something new.

The truth was, he couldn’t help but fantasize about you, even now after you'd rejected him. It wasn’t just the simple “what if” moments that everyone has, like “What if we kissed?” or “What if we went on a date?” No, Denki’s fantasies about you had a weight to them, a desperate longing that felt both comforting and painful all at once.

In his mind, it wasn’t just about being close to you, it was about belonging to you, being the one you chose, the one you turned to when everything in your world felt off-kilter.

Denki imagined the two of you on a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. Both of you were in your bedroom, windows wide open, the light filtering through the curtains in soft beams. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing some stupid video game, trying to distract himself from the rush of his thoughts. You were sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram with that concentrated look you always had when you were absorbed in something.

The conversation was always effortless, the very air between the two of you was comfortable. In his mind’s eye, he could almost hear your voice, soft and teasing, as you reached out to tug on his shirt sleeve. “Denki, come here for a sec. Let me show you something.”

He’d turn to you, his heart already pounding in his chest, and you'd give him that little smile, the one you only ever gave him, a smile that said, I’m so glad you’re here without saying it aloud. He could already feel the warmth of your hand as you slid it into his, fingers naturally curling against his own.

In this version of the fantasy, he didn’t have to worry about being “just a friend.” He didn’t have to pretend like it didn’t hurt when you laughed with Kirishima, or when you talked about how much you loved him. In this fantasy, it was Denki you wanted, Denki you leaned on when you needed someone.

As he sat there with you, your head resting lightly on his shoulder, the air shifted. He could imagine the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. Slowly, he’d turn to you, gazes meeting in the quiet space between. Your eyes—those eyes he loved—would soften, and then you’d do something that would shatter him completely: you’d lean in, just a little, and press your soft lips against his, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasy, it wouldn’t be a hurried or awkward kiss. It would be slow, deliberate. You’d pull back, eyes meeting his with a mixture of tenderness and something deeper. He’d be breathless, unable to speak as you looked at him, the entire room fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

“I’ve always felt this way,” you’d say softly. “I’ve always wanted you to know that.”

And in that moment, in that perfect, impossible moment, everything would make sense. There wouldn’t be any more confusion, no more wondering if he was wasting his time. He wouldn’t have to keep carrying the weight of unspoken love. You would finally see him, in a way you never had before, and everything would fall into place.

But then, Denki would snap back to reality.

It was never like that. Not with you.

His chest tightened as the fantasy faded, leaving only the quiet hum of his room. There was no Sunday afternoon with you, no soft smiles or quiet, perfect moments. There was just him, alone in his bed, thinking about a girl who would never feel the same way about him.

In another fantasy, he imagined you and Kirishima in a quiet park, sitting on a bench together. You’d be holding hands, talking about something trivial, but the connection would be so obvious to anyone watching. Denki would be there, standing off to the side, trying to hide the way his heart clenched with jealousy. He’d pretend not to notice how your fingers fit so perfectly with Kirishima’s, how you would laugh a little too loud at his jokes, how the look in your eyes when you looked at him was so full of love and adoration that it made Denki feel like he was watching something he shouldn’t. Something almost intimate.

But in that moment, he’d let himself indulge in the fantasy where he wasn’t alone, that he was the one you turned to. He’d imagine Kirishima walking away for a moment, leaving him alone with you for just a second. Your eyes would meet his—soft, searching—and then you’d stand up, moving toward him slowly, almost as if you were drawn to him.

And for that one second, the weight of his feelings would become too much for either of you to ignore. You’d reach out and touch his arm, and in his mind, it would feel electric. He would look down at you, and in his head, you would lean up to kiss him—not because it was some dramatic moment, but because it was right. It would be real, something real, and not just a dream.

But even as he imagined it, even as he let himself feel the hope swell in his chest, he knew the truth: you weren’t his. You never would be.

Denki shook his head, trying to push the fantasies away. They were nothing more than daydreams, pointless distractions from the reality he had to face. The reality where you were with Kirishima, where he was just the friend.

But no matter how many times he tried to shut them down, his fantasies always found a way back in. It was the curse of being in love with someone he couldn’t have—every moment, every interaction, felt charged with a longing that was impossible to ignore.

He had promised himself he’d let it go. He had to. He couldn’t keep dreaming about a future that would never come. He couldn’t keep imagining what it would be like to be yours, the one you trusted with everything. But as he lay there in the dark, his mind raced with images of you, and for a few fleeting moments, the ache in his chest would quiet.

For a few fleeting moments, he could pretend that it was real. Tomorrow he could face reality.

~~

The days following that conversation were… strange. Denki found himself avoiding you and Kirishima more than usual. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around the both of you—it was more that he was afraid of the awkwardness that lingered, even if you never directly addressed the confession again. He kept his distance, throwing himself into his schoolwork or making excuses to hang out with other friends.

He knew that his feelings for you wouldn’t just vanish overnight. He couldn’t expect things to magically go back to how they were before. But with time, he started to accept the reality of it.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Denki found himself thinking of the conversation again, his mind replaying your soft words, your apologetic smile. The ache in his chest was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe he could live with this. Maybe he could learn to be happy with being your friend, even if it meant never being the one you loved.

He knew that he’d find someone else, eventually. It might take time, and it might hurt for a while, but he’d move on. And in the meantime, he’d still have you and Kirishima, even if the dynamics had shifted.

That night, after another hangout with their usual group, Denki found himself standing outside, looking up at the stars. He thought about how he had fantasized about a moment like this. Where you would both gaze at the night sky and feel the connection, you'd finally know how much you meant to him. You'd know that he would spend the rest of his life hanging stars if it would provide you just an smidge of happiness. He had always imagined that someday, you might see him the way he saw you. But now, he could let it go. He didn’t need to hold on to something that wasn’t meant for him.

The sound of footsteps behind him broke his reverie. It was you. You stood beside him for a moment, both of you silent under the sky.

“I know things have been weird,” you said softly. “I just wanted to check in. I know this wasn’t easy for you.”

Denki smiled, feeling a little lighter than he had in days. “It’s okay. Really. I’m doing better now. I just… needed some time.”

You nodded, eyes flickering toward him. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m here. You’re important to me, Denki. Even if things aren’t… the way you wanted them to be.”

And for the first time since he’d confessed, Denki felt a quiet sense of peace. Things weren’t perfect. They weren’t how he had dreamed of. But they were still okay. And maybe that was enough for now.

Mina is the person who wants you to go more than anyone. She thinks that you seeing Izuku happy will allow you to “finally let go”, even though you aren’t holding on to anything. When you tried to use the excuse that you didn’t have anyone to bring with you and you didn’t want to go alone, she told you to leave the date situation up to her. Two days later she set up a “double date” between you, her, her boyfriend Kirishima, and your mystery date.

When you arrived at the restaurant five minutes after the agreed upon time, you quickly find your friend and her boyfriend sitting in a secluded booth. They were facing you, the mystery dates back was towards you. Once you finally approach, pulling a polite smile on your face to greet the supposed stranger, you’re met with a vaguely familiar face.

Bakugo Katsuki. Izuku’s long time rival.

You’d only met him once or twice before. Neither time had you talked to him, he was always too busy arguing with Izuku to pay you any mind. But now his attention was focused on you and his crimson eyes seemed to burn holed through you. You shakily introduce yourself before asking Mina to come to the bathroom with you. She excuses herself before following behind you.

“Mina! That’s Bakugo, the guy who’s basically Izuku’s arch nemesis! Why would you think this is a good idea?” You whisper shout at her, mindful of any other people that might be in the bathroom.

“That’s exactly why this is a good idea! Who else to show that you’ve moved on than the person he dislikes most?” She smirks at you, proud of her own pettiness. “Also, you probably don’t know this but Bakugo used to date Uraraka before her and Midoriya got together. He needs this as much as you do.”

Her statement silenced you for a moment. Did Bakugo feel the same way that you did when his invitation arrived? He might be the only person in the world who knows exactly what you’re going through right now. Could this be a sign?

“Just give it a chance. If you can’t tolerate his big personality then we’ll try someone else.” She guides you out of the restroom and back towards the booth. “I have plenty of attractive friends that would make great arm candy.”

She basically shoved you into your seat next to Bakugo before sitting down next to her boyfriend. Mina sends you a sky wink before striking a conversation with Kirishima. You take a breath to calm yourself before slowly turning to Bakugo, only to find him watching you once more. You smile shyly at him, introducing yourself again.

“I know who you are. You’re that shitty loser’s ex.” He says plainly, eyeing you up and down. His heavy stare makes you feel kind of uncomfortable, you feel unsure of what to say. You send Mina a pleading glance over the table.

“Bakugo also needs a date to the wedding.” Mina says bluntly, transitioning the conversation in an unexpected way.

“I don’t need shit. I don’t even want to go to the stupid wedding. You two are the ones that want me to go.” The rise in his volume makes you flinch, shooting to the very edge of the booth to give him space.

“Okay, even if you don’t need it so much, it would be nice to support Uraraka as a fellow hero. It’s shows your maturity, you know?” Hearing Kirishima speak up surprises you, when you’re around he’s usually a man of little words.

“Whatever.” Bakugo’s rage shifts into a quiet one as he crosses his arms and slumps into his seat. He seems different from the last time you’d seen him. His fiery personality seems to be burned out, like a flame that has been doused with water. You can see the walls he’s built up over the years. It reminds you of yourself.

He doesn’t say much else for the duration of dinner and neither do you. The two of you sit next to each other in uncomfortable silence. You can see the disappointment in Mina’s eyes across the table. Kirishima pats her thigh comfortingly out of your sight. Secretly, he wanted Bakugo and you to hit it off just as much as she did.

When the time finally comes to leave, Mina pulls one last trick from her sleeve.

“Hey, Eij and I have to scoot. Bakugo, do you mind waiting with Y/N until her cab arrives? It’s late and you know bad things happen in the dark.” Bakugo rolls his eyes in response but agrees with a grunt. Mina swallows the squeal of hope she wants to let out. She hugs you goodbye, winking at you as she turns and begins walking away. You glare at her even though she can’t see it. Leave it to her to put you in an awkward situation.

“It’s shouldn’t be long. Maybe another 5 or so minutes.” You glance over at him, to find that he’s already looking at you. You look away quickly, feeling too intimidated to maintain eye contact. He only hums in response.

Once again the two of you stand in silence. Each minute that passes feels like an eternity. You regret not having your own car now more than ever. Damn you for wanting to avoid producing more carbon emissions.

Finally your cab pulls up and you’ve never felt more relieved. As you turn to politely say goodbye to Bakugo, you notice his outstretched hand. You stare at him confused, unsure if he wants a high five or a tip for waiting with you.

“Your phone, stupid. Give me your phone.” He provides you an answer, albeit a harsh one. Still confused, you reach to hand him your phone. “Unlock it.” He huffs with an annoyed tone. You do.

He takes your unlocked phone from you and taps a few buttons before typing something in. He hands it back to you after taking a moment to examine your phone case. It’s Allmight themed.

“I put in my number. I can tell you want to go to that wedding about as much as I do. But if they’re gonna force me to go, I’d rather go with someone who will be just as pissed off as I’ll be.” Bakugo finally explains as he helps you into the cab. He holds the door open, watching as your buckle the belt. “If you decide you want to go after all, text me. It’ll be nice to have the company.” He shuts the door, tapping on the roof of the car twice. The driver takes that as a signal to pull off, leaving you to stare at Bakugo as you get farther and farther apart. He watches the car too.

That was the last way you thought that day would end.

Now you sit at your dinning room table. To your left sits the invitation that you’ve just finally had the courage to dig out of the junk drawer. To your right sits your phone with Bakugo’s contact information pulled up. Your gaze bounces from one side to the other as your mind tries to think of what to make of all of this.

You didn’t even want to go to the wedding. You’d rather sit at home, watching movies to take your mind off of it. You’d order some takeout and bask on the couch for hours to drown out everything you’d be feeling. It would be peaceful. It would save you so much embarrassment and suffering.

But that would make you a coward. A scaredy-cat, too afraid to face the truth, the reality of your life. Everyone else is moving on. And you’re still exactly the same.

As you pick up the phone, you action are fueled by pure vindictiveness. You need to show people that you’re not a loser that’s still hung up on their ex. That you can and are doing bigger and better things.

You begin typing in the text box. You start typing- then stop. Start again then stop again, struggling to find the right words. Ultimately, you decide on:

Let’s do this.

\(•_•)/

Regret is pooling in your stomach as you stand outside waiting for Bakugo to pick you up. You have no idea what you were thinking when you sent that text, but you’d do anything to take it back now. It feels like one of those nightmares that you desperately want to wake up from, but can’t get yourself awake.

You’re in the process of opening up your phone to text Bakugo that you’ve suddenly fallen ill when a car pulls up in front of you. The window rolls down to reveal the very blonde you were about to text. Damn, there goes that plan.

He reaches across the passenger seat to open the door you, when it swings open you can see him better than before. A black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and black slacks with a belt adorn his body. You can’t help but stare in shock, you never noticed how attractive he was before. When he’s not glaring or screaming, Bakugo actually is very handsome.

“Are you gonna stand there all day or get in the car?” He yells, causing you jump as you snap back to reality. You spoke too soon. With a small huff you slide into the seat, making sure your dress was fully in the car before you shut the door. As you moved to buckle your seatbelt, you could feel eyes following your movements. Once your belt is clicked into place you look up and meet Bakugo’s gaze, a blank expression on his face. “Your dress looks nice on you.”

Was that a compliment? From Bakugo Katsuki?

“Thank you…” You respond after a moment, turning your head away from him to hide your stunned and slightly flustered face. He simply grunts in response, putting the car in drive and pulling off. The car ride was mostly silent, the only sounds being the low hum of the engine and quiet the chatter of the radio. Your gaze remains on the window at your side. Every once it a while it almost feels like his eyes momentarily drift to you, but you assume those feelings are wrong.

When the navigation system says the venue is only a couple meters away to the left, you can feel the ball of stress and anxiety tightening in your belly. As Bakugo parks the car you can almost feel your lunch coming back up. You swallow deeply in a last ditch attempt to keep it down. Though you desperately try to keep your nerves hidden, the man beside you could see right through you. He eyes you silently before unbuckling and opening his door.

Wordlessly, Bakugo exits the car, shuts his door, and makes his way to your side of the car. He then slowly reaches towards your door, as if not to startle you. He opens the door and extends an open hand towards you, his expression entirely neutral. There’s no anger, no scowl, just a blank face. And yet it feels more welcoming than you would’ve expected.

Again you gulp, unlatching your belt before placing your hand in his, allowing him to assist you out of his car. He shuts the door behind you before looping your arm through his own. You can’t help but be taken aback by his initiation and willingness towards contact.

“Let’s look the part, yeah?” Bakugo mutters to you lowly, eyes scanning around the parking lot where many others have already taken notice of you two. “I hate this kind of shit, but I ain’t gonna let any of these shit rags call me classless.”

You can’t contain the snort that slips out, your feelings momentarily forgotten when Bakugo makes you laugh. You try to cover your mouth to contain the ugly sound but it’s no use. The sound of your laughter makes a small smile cross his face, secretly happy to relieve some of your stress even if it’s just for a moment. He gives you time to let out your laughter while slowly guiding you towards the doors. By the time the two of you reach them you’ve gone silent, any laughter caught in your throat.

With a heart beating so loudly you can barely hear yourself think, you allow Bakugo to lead you into the building. You follow behind the others before you to look at a seating chart that displays where everyone was to sit. Bakugo has been placed at a table with Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and Denki. There was three open seats left for Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugo to bring their plus ones. You technically don’t have a seat since you didn’t have the courage to RSVP, so you walk arm and arm with Bakugo to the table where his friends are seated.

Mina is the first to see the two of you. Her eyes light up when she notices your arm wrapped around his. She excitedly taps on Kirishima, directing his attention towards the two of you. A large toothy grin spreads across his face before he stands to greet you both.

“BakuBro! Y/N! I’m glad you guys decided to come after all.” He calls cheerfully, clapping his longtime friend on his back and smiling kindly at you. You return the smile bashfully, waving at everyone else at the table as you slide into the open seat next to Mina.

“Shut up! I’d rather be anywhere else than here.” Bakugo barks at Kirishima, dropping into the seat next to you with little grace.

“Don’t lie, Bakugo. We know you’d never miss Midoriya’s special day.” Sero goads from across the table, poking the bear in a way you’d never attempt.

“Yeah, Bakugo. You can call him your rival all you want, but we know when he calls you come running.” Kaminari adds more fuel to the flames.

“Shut the fuck up! I’ll kill you both!” Your date growls, sparks popping from his hands. You cover your face with your hand, seriously doubting the choices you’ve made to get you to this point. Bakugo takes note of your distress and feels a small wave of guilt wash over him. He takes a deep breath in and out, then settles for glaring at the men across from him silently.

“Y/N, you look gorgeous in that dress.” Mina tries to strike up a new conversation, causing you to smile at her effort.

“Yeah you look great!” Kirishima chimes in to agree with his partner. He looks back at Bakugo before quirking a brow in thought before a big smile blooms on his face. “You guys are matching!”

Blood rushes to both of your faces when you look at each other and realize you unintentionally matched in all black. You guys really did look the part.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice that. Did you guys pick all black because both of your exes are getting married, so it’s like you’re mourning the official death of those relationships?” As the words leave Kaminari’s mouth, you feel an ugly feeling swirl in your stomach.

Is that what this looked like to others? Immense embarrassment washes over you. You begin to heavily consider excusing yourself from the table. You wanted to be somewhere else right now. All eyes turn to Kaminari, who’s looking at the rest of you cluelessly.

“Denki!” Mina hisses, wishing now more than ever she knew what was wrong with her friend. Even Sero shakes his head in disbelief of the sheer amount of social awareness his friend lacked.

“What? I’m just asking a question. They look like they’re attending a funeral rather than a wedding.” Kaminari attempts to defend himself, but only continues to dig himself into a deeper hole.

Bakugo agains starts sparking his quirk, seemingly ready to pounce at any moment. “You wanna talk about a funeral so bad, how about I get you ready for yours?” He growls, but before he can strike the other man, you raise your hand to stop him. Surprisingly, this effectively halts Bakugo.

Even though you’d much rather get up and find somewhere to hide until everyone forgot about you, you’re tired of hiding. It’s time to stand on business and face this head on. You take a breath before plastering a smile on your face, hoping that no one can see right through you.

“It’s actually a coincidence that Bakugo and I are wearing the same color. I guess we both just wanted to be as respectful as possible by avoiding the forbidden color. Black is the exact opposite of white so it makes sense right?” You can feel your heart beating in your throat, but you try to ignore the feeling. “I also just really happen to like the color black. It goes with everything.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Kaminari hums after a moment. “It’s still funny to see you guys matching. It makes y’all look like a real couple. If you’re finally over Midoriya, Y/N, how about you and me give it a try?” He asks suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and winking at you.

Your face heats once again and all you can do is look away, wishing that you had a quirk that would make him be quiet. Bakugo on the other hand, reaches his long arm across the table to grab Kaminari by the collar of his shirt.

“You say one more goddamn thing to Y/N and I’ll blow you sky fucking high. Shut your stupid mouth, I don’t want to hear anymore dumb shit spill out.” Kaminari, who’s also a pro hero, gulps loudly before shaking his head and pulling as far away from Bakugo as he can. When your date lets him go, he trembles in his seat silently.

While everyone at the table is no stranger to Bakugo’s aggressive behavior and violent tendencies, everyone is a bit taken aback by how quick he was to defend you. You two were never particularly close in the past, so what’s changed in the small amount of time you’ve spent together.

“Y/N, I’m gonna grab a drink from the bar for Ei and I. Come with me.” Mina says as she stands, grabbing your hand to pull you from the table. You let her pull you from your seat, but you stop before she can lead you away.

“Do you want anything?” You turn to ask Bakugo.

“Just some water. I want to keep my shit together unlike these other losers.” He says, looking up at you from his seat. You nod and turn wordlessly back to Mina. You only make it a few feet away from the table before she grabs you and pulls you close.

“Girl! What the hell was that? I’ve never seen him defend a date like that before!” She whisper yells incredulously, her eyes wide with surprise.

“I don’t know. I guess he feels bad for me or something.” You shrug your shoulders, rubbing the spot on your arm where she grabbed you a bit too hard.

“No way, Bakugo doesn’t do pity. He rarely feels bad for someone else, I don’t think he has enough empathy for that. If he’s standing up for you like that, I think he must like you at least a little.”

Bakugo like you? The thought feels too foreign to even consider. There’s no way.

“I sincerely doubt it, but okay.” You decide to close off that conversation rather than continue to go back and forth with her. The two of you grab the drinks from the bar, then proceed back to the table. From the way people were scrambling to sit down, you had a feeling things would be starting soon.

You hand Bakugo his water wordlessly. He nods his head as a thank you before taking a sip. You wonder if his mouth feels as dry with nerves as yours does. You look down at the mixed drink Mina had chosen for you when you asked what you should get. Maybe you should’ve gotten a water like you date.

The room quiets down and the pending entrance of the groom is announced. Without a second thought you down the drink in one go, not even thinking about the others seeing. Suddenly, you didn’t care anymore.

Soft instrumental music fills the air and the double doors at then front of the room open. Out steps the man you once loved, dressed head to toe in white. Of course he’d do white. He was always a bit theatrical in that way.

You feel a pang in your chest as Izuku stands at the head of the room, looking happier than you've seen him in years. Uraraka is radiant as she steps down the aisle, her beautiful white dress flowing behind her. Their eyes only on each other, their smiles lighting up the room. Once she makes her way down the aisle you force yourself to smile along with the crowd, masking the ache in your heart.

Throughout the ceremony, you steal glances at Bakugo, who surprisingly seems to share your discomfort. He shifts in his seat, occasionally muttering something under his breath that you can't quite catch. His presence, though initially abrasive, has become oddly reassuring.

As the vows are exchanged and rings placed, you recall the moment Izuku told you there would come a day both of you would find your happy ending, just with other people. Those words, though painful then, now feel like a closure you didn't fully grasp until this moment. He had found his happy ending.

After the ceremony, during the reception, you find yourself standing alone near the bar. The married couple were glowing, filling the room with joy and cheer. Mina and Kirishima along with many others filled the dance floor, celebrating the newly formed union. You watch silently, taking sips of your drink every so often. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice when someone slipped off the dance floor and began to approach you.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come tonight.” You jump slightly when you hear the voice you were least expecting. Your eyes meet the green ones that you’d spent countless hours looking into in the past. The man of the hour, Izuku, is standing in front of you with a small smile on his face.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure either. But here I am.” You try to smile back, but it doesn’t turn out the way you hoped it would.

“I’m glad you did.”

“I don’t understand why though. I’ve been out of your life for years now, Izuku. You didn’t seem to care about me then.” You wish you could stop, but the pained words wouldn’t stop falling.

“Of course I care about you. I wanted all the important people from my life here tonight. Even if we weren’t meant to be, that doesn’t erase the impact we had on each others’ lives. You helped make me into the man I am today. And I can’t thank you enough for that.” You ache inside at this. He genuinely wanted you here because even if it’s just a little, you still mattered to him.

Words escape you. For a moment, all you can do is bite the inside of your cheek while you ponder what he said some more. Across the room Uraraka is laughing joyfully, dancing with friends and family. You watch as she enjoys her night.

“She’s beautiful in her dress. You’re a lucky guy.” It’s all you can think to say.

“I am. She’s everything to me.” You glanced over to see his eyes trained on her, a loving gaze following her every move. While similar to how he once looked at you, you realize his stare his different. Somehow, it’s so much more than when he was yours. He’s truly in love. You’re surprised when you feel his hand grasp yours gently. “Y/N, it wasn’t me for you. But I know someday you’ll have the right person. And you’ll be their everything.”

“Thank you for coming tonight.” He gives your hand a soft squeeze before letting go. It’s time for him and his bride to cut their cake. He smiles at you one more time before walking away. He doesn’t look back.

Once again you’re standing alone, a confused and murky mix of thoughts and feelings swirling inside of you. You weren’t expecting to talk to Izuku or for him to say what he said.

Moments later Bakugo appears beside you, holding a glass. It still looks to be water.

"You alright?" His voice startles you, but you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. He sighs, looking out at the crowd that surrounds the bride and groom. The room watched as Izuku feeds his new wife a bite of cake, smudges of white frosting decorated their noses and lips. "I get it, you know. Seeing them like this—it's rough."

You meet his gaze, surprised by his empathy. "Yeah," is all you manage to say.

Bakugo shifts uncomfortably. "Listen, I know I'm not good at this kind of shit, but... if you need to get out of here, just say the word. I can take you home."

You hesitate, touched by his offer. "Thanks, Bakugo. I appreciate it."

He nods gruffly before stepping away, leaving you to your thoughts. You can’t help but think that maybe there's more to Bakugo than meets the eye—a depth you hadn't expected. A real person behind the persona.

Later, when the music slows and people begin to fade away from dance floor, Bakugo finds you again, this time extending his hand.

"Want to dance?" he asks, his tone surprisingly gentle.

You look at him, searching for any hint of malice or mockery, but find none. Just a genuine offer, from a man who rarely offers anything. There’s a sincerity in his eyes that you never thought you’d see.

You take his hand, and together you step onto the dance floor. As you and Bakugo dance, the music wraps around you like a comforting embrace. The atmosphere is charged with unspoken words, and finally, Bakugo breaks the silence.

"You know, I never expected tonight to go like this," he admits gruffly, his gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance.

You tilt your head, curious. "What do you mean?"

He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully. "I didn't think I'd be the one comforting you at this damn wedding. If anything, I thought it'd be the other way around."

A small, sad smile tugs at your lips. "Life's funny that way, huh?"

"Yeah," he mutters, a rare vulnerability in his voice. "Guess it is."

There's a lull in the music, and you find yourself caught in his intense gaze. "Thanks, Bakugo. For being here with me tonight."

He shrugs, a gesture that speaks volumes. "Wasn't gonna let you face this shit alone."

Your heart warms at his unexpected sincerity. "I'm glad you're here."

He snorts softly, his hand tightening slightly around yours. "Yeah, well... I'm not great with this sentimental shit."

You chuckle softly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I know. But I appreciate it anyway."

Bakugo's lips twitch into a half-smile, a rare sight that makes your heart skip a beat. "Alright, enough of that mushy shit. Don’t start thinking I’m gonna start being some nice softy wimp now."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Wouldn't dream of it."

As the song comes to an end, you realize that though tonight started rocky you’re glad that you came to the wedding. You actually feel some comfort and a little glimmer of hope. Hope that despite the past and the pain, there's a future where you and Bakugo might explore whatever this connection between you two is.

"Ready to get out of here?" he asks, his voice softer now.

You nod, feeling more at ease than you have all night. "Yeah. Let's go."

Most of his friends thinned out during their first few months as pros because they neglected to take in the proper nutrition. He probably would have too, but Katsuki was lucky enough to have you by his side reminding him to eat up to stay strong. You make the best food, so how could Katsuki ever say no to something you’ve made for him?

You watched as Katsuki’s teen body changed into a man’s. As he grew in height and weight you could see all of the changes. You loved his strong arms with biceps that bulge and you loved his thick legs with thighs strong enough to crush a watermelon (or someone’s skull). But you also loved the stretch marks that trace his upper arms, thighs, and lower belly. You love his pecs that are soft and big, when resting they look almost the same size to what’s on your chest.

Don’t be fooled though. Under the layer of fat, Katsuki has stronger muscles than any other pro (besides the ones with actual strength quirks). If you apply pressure you can feel his abdominal muscles and strong core. Katsuki can literally bench your weight for reps. He can squat with you over his shoulders no problem. He hates when people equate size to lack of physical activity, because for a man of his size Katsuki never stops moving.

He lies every time he says he doesn’t like the attention you pay to his body. When you nibble on his arms to get attention, when you lay on his chest and trace patterns on his soft belly, when you sneak up behind him to grab the absolute fatty that is his ass. All of those things he complains about, but he knows if you ever stopped he’d feel lost without. Little things like that shows him you love his body too, even if it has changed a lot over the years.

Katsuki isn’t generally an insecure person, but it boosts his confidence to the max each time you give attention/praise to his body. He couldn’t care less what others think of his body as long as he’s attractive in your eyes.

You love watching him walk around the house shirtless and in sweatpants. You can look at him all you want (he’ll only scold you a little if he catches you because like I said before, he loves the attention). Watching his body move to perform everyday things is just so enticing, watching his muscles flex and relax as he finishes his tasks. Such a simple thing can keep you in a trance for hours.

While you cook for him when he’s home around breakfast and always make a lunch for him to take to work, anytime Katsuki is home at night he kicks you out the kitchen so he can cook dinner. Of course, he loves your cooking, but he wants you to get breaks too. He likes the domesticity and the act of love that is feeding his wife. Sharing meals with you is the highlight of Katsuki’s day.

At night after dinner has been cleaned up (though you insist on taking care of clean up if Katsuki cooked, he makes you split the job with him just so he can spend more time close to you) Katsuki loves holding you in his lap while you pick out something to watch. He’ll lightly complain about whatever you put on, regardless of if it’s something he would’ve picked on his own.

He just likes to give you shit sometimes. But you know he doesn’t mean it. Especially if you put on hero or true crime documentaries. He’ll be really quiet while watching if he’s interested. His fingers will gently roam your body, caressing your belly, running the length of your sides, scratching lightly at your back. Basically, pets you like a little lap dog. But it’s pretty soothing so you won’t say much about it.

After some screening time together, Katsuki drags you into the bathroom. When the two of you moved in together, he made sure that there was a big enough tub for both of you. The tub is big enough to fit three of him, so the two of you are no issue. Once it’s filled with warm water and light bubbles, the two of you would strip each other down, leaving small kisses and caresses on the exposed skin.

Katsuki always takes a shower right after he gets home from work so any lingering smells won’t make it to your nose. So while in the bath he likes to focus on you. He likes when you sit in between his legs, so he has easy access to your hair and your body. He’ll scrub you from top to bottom, having you turn and rotate so he can wash your legs and feet properly. He takes extra time on your legs, massaging them as he goes.

When he’s done washing you, he likes to enjoy his time in the bath with you just a little longer. His favorite is when you straddle his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. He’ll run his warm hands up and down your back, basking in the moment, feeling you pressed against him.

Of course, during this whole time he’s half hard. He’s ridiculously attracted to you and you’re sitting wet and naked in his lap. How could he not be a little turned on? However, this bathing routine is not sexual, unless you give Katsuki a sign that you want it to be. Otherwise, he uses the time to just feel close to you. He especially appreciates the routine after a tough day at work. During these times is when he feels closest to you.

At night when it’s time for bed, Katsuki either wears sweatpants and a t shirt, or his boxers. It’s one or the other depending on the weather outside. He doesn’t care what you wear, but nothing made him happier than that time you wore Dynamight themed pajamas to bed. He didn’t let go of you for the whole night.

His favorite ways to fall asleep are with you lying next to him with your head on his chest, him being the big spoon, or you laying entirely on top of him. He wants as much of you touching as much of him that’s possible when sleeping together. It makes him feel like nothing bad will happen to you because he’s holding you. He’s keeping you safe even in his sleep.

To get Katsuki to fall asleep, when you lay next to him use one hand to scratch his scalp and use the other to lightly trace his belly. He’s a little ticklish though, so make sure you don’t hit the right spot, because if he starts laughing his revenge will be worse 10x over.

When you fall asleep before Katsuki, he tends to watch you. Not in a creepy way, but in the way someone watches the person they adore more than anything in their life. He knows that no one can love and support him the way that you do. He knows that your perfect for him in every single way and that the two of you belong together like pieces of a puzzle. Forever connected to complete a beautiful scene.

NSFW

Let’s establish this right now. Katsuki Bakugo=Red Bull can cock.

The length? The same. The girth? The same. And if you suck the tip just right, he’ll explode all over you just like a shaken up can would.

His balls are always so heavy and full- If you play with them while you suck his dick, he might accidentally choke you by reflexively pushing you lower on his cock. Hope you don’t have a gag reflex, or else you’re in trouble.

Your jaw gets sore without fail when you give him head. Holding your mouth open that wide for so long always leaves you aching.

But it’s so worth it to see such a big, strong man panting above you. His eyes never leave you, so when you look up at him you always lock eyes. It drives him fucking nuts.

You sitting in between his thick thighs? Sucking his huge cock into your little mouth? Looking up at him with those eyes??? It brings him to the edge every time. Lucky for you, he has the self control to hold himself back. Even if he does cum, he has the stamina to go again in minutes.

Imagine, his big meaty hands holding you by the back of your neck, long fingers able to wrap around your head- yanking you off his cock and pulling your lips to his. Kissing you with so much need, welcoming his tongue into your mouth on his own, biting at your lips—

He loves when you grind on his thighs. His favorite use of foreplay with you is when he has to strip down to just your panties and makes you straddle one of his deliciously thic thighs. He’ll hold your hips in place and help you get friction, angling just right against your clit. Katsuki will watch in a trance as you grind, arousal soaking through your panties and spilling onto his leg. It makes him impossibly hard when you start to beg, pleading for him to give you what you need.

“You want my cock, baby? You want me to make you cum?” He’ll ask in the most taunting tone. He’s more than willing to make you cum until you can’t anymore.

His favorite positions are cowgirl and missionary. He likes cowgirl bc he loves watching your face when he grabs you by the hips and starts fucking into you when your legs start to get tried. He likes to watch as your limbs tremble with the strain, but your nails dig into his chest because of the overwhelming pleasure you’re getting from him. He wears your claw marks like the greatest medal a man can be awarded because they indicate how good he makes you feel.

He likes missionary for pretty much the same reasons. There’s something about having you beneath him, trembling and writhing, begging for more just sends Katsuki to the moon and back. He also thoroughly enjoys the feeling of his balls slapping against you.

Katsuki is a verbal lover! Every thought that crosses his mind while fucking you leaves his mouth. There is no censorship. He’s not afraid to moan either. He’ll cry your name all night, he’ll tell you how good you’re making him feel right in your ear.

He calls you his little whore (in the most loving way possible) but in all reality, he’s your whore. He so obsessed with everything about you, so helplessly in love with you that he’d literally do anything you asked of him. He’d never tell you that he’s that in love with you because he’s kind of embarrassed of being such a fool for you.

When y’all are fucking, Katsuki never allows himself to cum before you. It’s always you first. If he feels himself getting too close, he pulls out and starts eating you out like there’s no tomorrow, getting you closer to that edge so you can finish together. If you finish before him and he’s not as close, he’ll continue to fuck you through your orgasm. If you can’t keep going after that point, he’ll pull out and jerk himself off until he cums on your body, using the tip to rub it in like special lotion.

If you let him keep going though, Katsuki loves fucking you into another climax. The second time you cum you’re extra tight and there’s no way he can hold himself from cumming then. He’ll do his best to pull out, but sometimes he’s too far gone and lets himself fill you up. Good thing he got that vasectomy.

Chub Katsuki’s Kinda Kinks: Dominance (he always tops), thigh riding, marking (man loves giving AND getting hickies, he never hides them), and surprisingly voyeurism (he likes catching you playing with yourself, moaning his name when you think he’s not home yet).

Being in a committed relationship with the person you love is one of the best things in life. Loving the same person and having them love you back for the rest of your days, it’s a dream come true. You have no issue having sex with your husband, because quite frankly for someone who’s only ever had one partner, he’s fantastic in bed. Granted, many inexperienced first tries in high school with you taught him everything he knows. But nothing can pleasure you the way Katsuki does.

Lately though, Katsuki has been working such long hours. By the time he comes home he only has enough energy to shower, eat, and spend a little time with you before he’s off to bed to keep his strict routine. The past few weeks have been even worse because of a case he’s been working on. Just because he’s home doesn’t mean his mind isn’t still at work. When he’s home he’s still miles away. Even when he’s right by your side you still feel alone.

That’s what you are. Lonely. Your husband hasn’t been giving you any physical or emotional attention and it’s really starting to hurt. You don’t want to sound needy, but you do have needs. If you had the choice, you would chose him over the house and cars any day.

Instead of bringing it up to Katsuki, you vent about it to your best friend, Kyoka. Who then let it slip to her boyfriend, Kaminari. Who then gossiped about it to his friend Eijiro, who also happens to be Katsuki’s best friend. To say you were upset when you found out is an understatement.

However, while you’re panicking, thinking that Eijiro would tell Katsuki and the blonde would think you were being ungrateful and needy, he actually sends you a message asking if you were home. You try to play it cool, telling him you are home, but that Katsuki wasn’t. To your surprise, he responded with the words : Perfect, I’ll be there in 25.

Now, You and Eijiro are no strangers. You’ve known him for the same exact amount of time that you’ve known Katsuki, they were hanging out together the day you’d met. He was Katsuki’s best man in your wedding. You’d go as far to call him your friend as well. But the two of you have never hung out one on one before, you had no reason two. If Katsuki or the others weren’t around, what reason did the two of you have to be together? That’s precisely why when he sent you that message, a new wave of panic entered your system.

You have enough time to straighten up the house and to change into something more appropriate before you hear his equally unnecessary car pull into the drive. Katsuki had given Eijiro a spare key to the house only a week after the two of you moved in. You’re not surprised when you hear the large man let himself in like he’d done many times before. He sees you standing in the kitchen warming up some food after walking through the house for a few seconds.

“Hey!” Eijiro calls to you so cheerfully, his toothy smile lighting up his face. “I brought your favorite drink, figured you deserved a treat.” He gives you a side hug in greeting before handing you the cup of your first choice in beverage. Nothing in this interaction is out of the usual, every so often when Eijiro would visit he would always bring something over for You and Katsuki.

“Thank you!” You take a sip of the drink, letting out a sigh of content as it’s taste rolls over your tongue. Though it’s your favorite drink you only get it every once in a while that way you won’t grow tired of it. You look up to see Eijiro watching you intently, causing your stomach to tie up in knots when you remember the situation. Play it cool, you remind yourself. “So, what brings you here?”

Your questions snaps the red head out of his temporary daze. He perks at your question like he was just reminded of what he was supposed to be doing. “Right, about that. This is kind of weird.” He rubs the back of his neck bashfully as you wait for him to continue. “I heard from Denki, who heard from Jiro, who heard from you that you’ve been a little…unhappy with Bakugo lately.”

“Eiji-“ You start in attempt to explain away the issue, but he cuts you off before you can finish.

“Just hear me out.” His voice is almost pleading, it surprises you, so you let him keep talking. “I want you to know that I’m not only Baku-Bro’s friend, but your friend too. Y/N I care about you a lot and it sucks to hear that you’re unhappy, especially from someone else. I just want you to know that I’m here for you. I want to be here for you. If you need to talk, I’m only one text away.”

You allow yourself a few moments to take in his words and process them. Why is he being so nice? Of course Eijiro is a good person, he’s a hero for goodness sake, of course he’s kind to everyone. But besides being Katsuki’s friend he has no particular reason to be reaching out to you like this. That must be it. He’s worried that if you remain unhappy you’ll leave his friend for someone else, which you would never do in a million lifetimes. But Eijiro doesn’t know that. He’s here trying to be a good friend to you, so that he can be a good friend to Katsuki.

Though it kind of stings when you realize that he’s doing this for Katsuki, you’re glad that your husband has such a great friend. So after a minute or two of silence, you meet the red eyes of Eijiro and smile at him. “Thank you, Eijiro. I appreciate you being here for me.”

Thus creating the newly formed companionship between Eijiro and you.

\(•_•)/

The two of you began hanging out often, but when the two of you were together, Katsuki was never in sight. Interestingly enough Eijiro and Katsuki never seemed to work the same shift. If Katsuki was working in the morning then Eijiro was working at night and vice versa. It seems like they never could hang out together, but both could still spend time with you.

The time spent with Katsuki still wasn’t what you wanted. Sometimes after a meal the two of you would cuddle together and watch a movie, but at least half of the movie Katsuki would have his phone in his hand. He was there but he was still absent.

When you were with Eijiro he would often ask about your relationship with Katsuki. And even though you told him things were fine, he would continue to gently goad you until you spilled.

Eijiro smiles at you, but it’s not his signature tooth filled smile. This is small and reassuring, he’s trying to tell you that it’s okay to open up and talk to him. You sigh, scrubbing a hand down your face, having a feeling that your actions are going to catch up to you later. It would be nice to talk to someone….

“I don’t know Eiji. I just feel- lonely I guess.” You start, slumping against the sofa in the living room that the two of you are sitting on. You take a long sip of your wine, letting it loosen your body and your lips. “I love Katsuki to the moon and back, and I know he loves me too. It’s just that he’s never really home anymore. And when he is, his mind is still on work. It’s like the lights are on but no one is home. I know he’s not doing it on purpose and that his work is extremely important. It’s just hard, you know?”

“I understand completely Y/N.” Eijiro nods his head understandingly, his large hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly as his other hand hold his own glass of wine. You didn’t notice that he hadn’t taken nearly as many sips as you. “And you shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting more, you’re allowed to want things to be different. Being the housewife of a top hero must be incredibly lonely. You have all the material possessions someone could ever wish for, but the thing you long for most, companionship, is hard to come by due to his busy schedule.”

“Not to mention that all of your closest friends are heros too, so even when Bakugo is gone, there’s no guarantee they’ll be available to you either. And you could try to make new friends, ones that aren’t heros, but you never know when people are using you for clout, or worse, using you to get to Bakugo.”

Eijiro probably didn’t know it, but everything he said has already crossed you mind before. He said everything that you’ve been afraid to admit. Essentially, you’re alone. But hearing someone else say it made it more real though, causing a sizable lump of sorrow to swell in your throat. You struggle to swallow it down as your eyes sting with tears and your cheeks ache as you mask your pain. You don’t want to look weak in front of such a strong hero.

You hear your phone ping beside you on the arm of the sofa. You excuse yourself from the conversation with Eijiro, thankful to have a distraction from the emotional freight train heading towards you. You unlock your phone to see a text notification from the contact labeled Katsuki❤️‍🔥💥

As you read the message, you can’t stop the mask from cracking. Your lip trembles and your eyes water as you send a message back with shaky hands. Out the corner of your eye, you can see Eijiro eyeing you with concern.

“Y/N? What did the message say?” He prods at you gently, not sure what would come next. Very few people have witnessed you in such a vulnerable state. Katsuki is the one person who is still a part of of your life that has seen you break down. Eijiro is about the become the second. You don’t look at him when you open your mouth to speak. You keep your head downturned towards the phone that is resting in your limp hands on your lap.

“He’s…he’s not coming home t-this weekend.” You whimper, tears sliding down your cheeks to land on your phone screen. He places his glass down on the coffee table before turning you and pulling you against his broad chest. Eijiro’s warm hands rub circles on your back as he holds you, allowing you to let your emotions out. You cry for a while, until your tears run dry and your body stops shaking. When you feel ready to, you pull away from the man that’s holding you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so upset. This isn’t the first time this has happened, I should be used to this by now.” You sniff, rubbing one of your eyes in hope to relieve some of the dryness. “I just thought that since this weekend was important, things would be different.”

“It’s okay to cry. Sometimes you just need to let all your feelings out. With you feeling so alone, I’m sure it’s not often you let yourself open up and talk about your emotions.” His warm hands hold your own. “What’s going on this weekend?”

“It’s uh, my birthday.” You look away, feeling a bit awkward when Eijiro’s face blanches.

“I had no idea! I’m sorry Y/N, that is really important. Did you guys have any plans?” He apologizes furiously before, prying once again.

“Hah, not any official ones really. But I was hoping that since he’s been so preoccupied lately he’d have something planned. Anything would’ve been great. Seems like that’s not happening now.” You frown, biting your bottom lip harshly in attempt to stop it’s wobbling. Eijiro doesn’t respond for a few moments, seeming to be thinking something out in his mind.

“Well, I know I could never replace Baku-Bro and I’m not trying to in any way. But if you’ll have me, I’ll do everything in my power to give you a birthday that you’ll never forget.” Crimson eyes bore into your own and calloused hands squeeze tightly. For a second, it feels like Eijiro is really trying to be a good friend, and it feels like your heart is beating too fast. He feels so warm.

Katsuki. He’s doing this for Katsuki. To keep you happy when Katsuki is away. It’s for Katsuki.

“Sounds like a plan.” You sniffle, wiping away tears to give Eijiro a blotchy smile.

\(•_•)/

You’re not sure what you were expecting a birthday with Eijiro to look like. For a man who you perceived as rough around the edges, he truly did everything in his power to give you a good birthday. He took you to do all your favorite things and go all your favorite places. He bought you things that you would never think of asking for, without you asking for them. He seemed to just know what you liked to a T. And after a day full of fun, he took you to your favorite fancy restaurant, telling you that whatever you wanted was on his. He ordered a bottle of wine, a kind that you couldn’t recall ever having before. It tasted unlike anything you’ve ever had before either.

You had a glass before the food arrived, a glass during the meal, a glass in between dinner and dessert, and finished the bottle off before the check was paid. During this time you noticed that Eijiro hadn’t even finished his first.

“I’m responsible for getting you home tonight, I need to keep a clear head.” He answered with a smile. The ever dependable Eijiro Kirishima. Oh how you wished your Katsuki was more like that.

Speaking of Katsuki, he’d left you a voicemail to listen to this morning when you missed his call at midnight. He told you how much he’s sorry to be missing your birthday and that he’ll make it up to you when he gets home. That was it. Short, simple, and not at all informative of when your husband would be home. But you didn’t want to dwell on that and feel down. You wanted to focus on the person who is here for you now. Eijiro.

Finishing almost a whole bottle of wine on your own isn’t something you do on the daily. So to say that you’re tipsy by the time Eijiro is leading you back to his car would be a bit of an understatement. He guides you into the front passenger seat, leaning over you to buckle you in. He’s so close that you can smell his cologne.

“Eiji, you smell gooooood.” You moan as he sits down in the drivers seat. You wriggle your body to turn towards him, tucking your legs under you. The use of a special nickname does not go unnoticed by the man.

“Thanks, Denki was actually the one to recommend this scent to me.” He chuckles, pulling off and beginning the drive back to your house. Like the manly man he is, Eijiro only uses one arm to drive.

“I’m cold, Eiji.” You whine, leaning over the center console to wrap your arms around his open arm. He glances over at you to see small shivers wracking through your body.

“Just hold tight, we’ll be home soon.” He caresses one of your hands, but quickly clicks on your seat warmer. You hum in response, laying your head down on his shoulder. Your head is buzzing. Home comes much quicker than you thought it would. Like the gentleman he is, Eijiro is makes his way to the other side of the car to open the door for you. You manage to unbuckle yourself, but when you move to stand up you’re unable to balance.

“Woahhhh.” Eijiro steadies you, before tucking an arm under the crook of your knees and the other around your back. “I got you.” He lifts you from the ground, carrying you to the front door bridal style. He’s strong enough to hold your against his chest with one arm while he uses the other to unlock the door with his key.

“Eiji! You’re so strong!” You cry in drunken excitement that Eijiro can’t help but find adorable.

Once beyond the threshold, he slips his shoes off to leave them by the door before sliding the heels from your feet as well. You’re giggling uncontrollably as he carries you through your house, heading into the living room to rest you in the couch. However, when he moves to pull away, your arms warp around his neck.

“Y/N, are you gonna let go of me?” He laughs, tugging gently at your unwavering hold.

“No.” You pout, making an expression that Eijiro knows so well, he doesn’t have to look to know you’re doing it. “If I let go you’re gonna leave me all alone too.” Eijiro feels a twinge in his heart at that.

“I promise I’m not leaving, I was going to get you some water to help you sober up a bit.” He uses his thumbs to stroke your hands, coaxing your hold to loosen.

“Promise?” You ask in a small voice, pulling back just enough for Eijiro to see your pout for real this time. His heart skips a few beats at the sight of it.

“Promise.” He grins at you. You allow him to slip from your grasp, but you watch as he steps into the kitchen to fix you a glass of water.

The gears in your head start spinning as you watch the man before you. He had discarded his suit coat and tie at some point, leaving him in his white dress shirt and black slacks. You could see his built form through the thin shirt. Like most heros are, Eijiro is very well built, you can see the rippling wall of muscle in anything he wears. But something about seeing him mostly stripped of his dress clothes, just wearing the minimum, it stirs something within you.

As he steps back into the living room, arm outstretched with the water he prepared for you, you can only stare at his thick veiny forearm. Eijiro looks at you with a confused gaze, a bit concerned with your spacey stare. “Y/N, here’s some water. I think you should drink at least two of these before you go to bed tonight.”

“But Eiji,” You start by gripping his wrist instead of taking the glass from his hand. “I don’t want water. I don’t want to sleep. I want you.” You yank him down onto the couch with you, ignoring as the glass falls to the ground, spilling the liquid onto the floor. A fiery blush spreads across Eijiro’s face as he realizes the position the two of you are in, him above you while between your legs, hips pressed together.

“Y/N.” He warns, using all his strength to resist temptation. You’re the forbidden fruit, the thing he wanted most but could never have. His best friend’s wife. “We shouldn’t do this.”

He knows what he’s done. This is exactly what he wanted, but now that it’s right in front of his he’s unsure if he can go through with it. Guilt gnaws at his insides as he stares down at your flushed expression, a lustful look in your eyes. It’s not natural, he did this to you. He swallows hard, pushing his feelings of guilt deep down inside. He can deal with them later.

“You want this?” Eijiro presses himself against you, the thin cloth of his slacks couldn’t hide his bulging excitement from you. You could feel the heat of it against your thigh. “You sure you want this?”

“Fuck Eiji, I want you so bad.” You push your thigh against his hard on, feeling your own excitement grow at the contact. A low groan slips from his lips before they come down roughly against your own. The kids is rough and hot, full of tongue and teeth. His thigh slipping between your legs and rubbing against your cunt through your panties. It’s passionate and steamy, everything you’ve been missing from-

Katsuki!

“Stop!” You cry, pushing Eijiro’s chest, but the man above you moves only because of his own will to do so.

“What, what’s wrong?” He panics, the feeling of everything falling apart quickly washing over him.

“I can’t do this to Katsuki! What’s wrong with me?” You cover your face with your hands, feeling disgusted with yourself. “He’s gonna hate me when he finds out. He’ll- he’ll leave me for sure.” You can feel your chest starting to tighten in the way it does before you have a break down.

“Hey Y/N, it’s okay.” Eijiro pulls you against his chest. “I won’t let him find out, I promise he won’t find out. This is my fault, you didn’t do anything wrong. I shouldn’t take advantage of you like this.” His comforting voice soothes the trembling of your body.

“It’s not your fault, Eijiro. You didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, the things you were doing were too right.” You sigh, feeling overtly guilty with the pleasure you experienced at the hands of another man.

“You know…what Bakugo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Eijiro thinks out loud, saying the thing you’d never dare to. “You’ve been so lonely. When’s the last time he’s touched you like this?” You can’t contain the whine that slips past your lips as he applies pressure to your clit, agonizingly slow strokes follow. You couldn’t think properly with him touching you like this, you couldn’t find the answer to his question even though you tried.

“Eiji~” You gasp, feeling his thick fingers slide your underwear out of the way to trace along your slit that had been long covered in your arousal. His lips kiss and nip gently at your jaw before moving down to your neck, marking the skin that had gone unmarred for so long. All of these feelings are so familiar yet so unknown, anticipation is tearing at your stomach.

“Just let me take care of you. Trust me, I promise I won’t let anything bad happen.” Eijiro’s hot breath is in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your skin feels so hot, your mind is clouding up again, almost as if you’re getting drunk on his touch.

“You promise?” You whimper, clutching at the last straws of your decency. You’ve never bitten your bottom lip this hard before.

“I promise, baby.” Eijiro’s voice is like butter and sends shivers down your spine once more. He gazes down at you longingly - hungrily. He wants you bad and you know it. With your addled mind, you consent with a meek nod of your head. Then his lips are on yours, his tongue dancing with your own is a way that is new to you. His almost fang like teeth bump against your own, nipping at your lip occasionally.

His rough hands are exploring you, caressing and grabbing whatever he can touch. He’s longed to hold you like this for what feels like a lifetime. Whines and whimpers alike fall from your lips, turning Eijiro on like he’s never been before. He can feel beads of precum spilling from his tip, soaking the fabric of his boxers. He wants to be inside of you so bad.

Without warning, Eijiro pulls you against him, gripping you around the back of your thighs and lifting you off of the couch. You can only gasp as he stands, sucking greedily at the skin of your neck, and begins walking towards your bedroom.

A loud cry bounces through the halls as Eijiro uses a strength your only now realizing he has, to rip the dress you’re wearing from your body, leaving you only in your panties. You want to scold him, but the next moment you’re in the room.

He places you on the center of the bed, marveling at you laid out before his. Lips puffy from rough kisses, chest heaving from the lack of air, hair a mess from being pinned below him. It’s the most amazing sight he’s ever had the chance to see. After this he might not ever see it again.

“Eiji.” You whisper, pulling him from his daze. He clears his head, wanting to enjoy the present moment.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna take care of you.” His smile is warm, yet at the same time a tad bit devilish. For a moment you could see a resemblance between him and Katsuki.

Eijiro doesn’t waste time, stalking towards you to pull you by your ankles towards him at the end of the bed. He pulls your panties from your body carelessly, but at least he didn’t rip them this time. The large man kneels before you, using his hot hands to spread the lips of your cunt apart. He stares at your slick folds in awe, never knowing how beautiful a woman could be. But he somehow knew you’d go beyond his expectations.

You open your mouth to complain about how long he’s taking, but before the words can leave your mouth a long moan cuts them off. Eijiro groans at the taste of you as he licks a strip from your hole to your clit. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste this good.” He groans in a debauched voice.

Your thighs tense around his head as he starts his attack on your nub, switching between circular and vertical motions. As sounds that you haven’t made in quite some time continue to pour out of you, Eijiro teases his thick fingers at the entrance of your sopping hole. The whine he receives in return makes him want to tease you even more, but he knows that he needs to stretch you before you can take him and if he waits any longer he won’t be able to hold himself back.

When he finds that he can pump one finger in with ease, he quickly adds another. He continues his assault on your clit as he begins using his two fingers to scissor your pussy open. Your back arches as if to push his fingers deeper, desperate for the release that’s tugging at your insides. Eijiro can’t help but chuckle at your neediness before flattening his tongue against you once more.

“Please Eiji! Want-more!” You cry, need clawing at you like it never had before. The mere prospect of having him inside you made you shiver with excitement. Your cries of desperation makes Eijiro’s cock throb, feeling incredibly hot.

“Gonna give you more pretty girl. ‘M gonna stuff you full of cock, but I need to stretch you out first. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He presses a kiss to your thigh before slipping in a third finger next to the other two. He sees your face contort at the intrusion, but after a few languid thrusts you relax once more. Eijiro continues to fuck you with his fingers and lap at your clit until he knows your teetering on the edge of climax. He fights with himself over whether he wanted you to finish before the real action started, or if he wanted to feel you come for the first time on his cock.

The decision is made as he pulls himself from your body, darling the sweetest whiney cry from you. He shushes you, gentle caressing his hands against your lower belly. “Don’t worry baby, it’s coming.” Eijiro watches as you give him all your attention, observing each of his movements as he begins to undress himself. First the button down shirt that clung to his muscles, then the black slacks that his bulge strained against, leaving him only in his gray boxers. Eijiro feels a little bashful when he sees your eyes lock onto the wet spot that continues to grow at the front of his underwear. He open his mouth to explain but before he can, your sitting up and rubbing him through the damp clothing.

A strangled moan tumbles from his mouth due to his surprise. He watches in awe as you switch from teasing rubs to pressing wet kisses and mouthing at him through the fabric, completely unfazed by his fluids. The sight of you licking at his cock through his boxers has him incredibly hard, the twitching and throbbing of his cock seeming to be endless.

“Fuck, baby.” He huffs, pushing the hair out of your face so he can see you clearly. “I’m gonna blow if I’m not in you in the next minute.” With a nearly animalistic growl, Eijiro pushes you down onto the bed, climbing on and crawling towards you when you scooted towards the headboard.

There’s a feral glint in his eyes unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, it’s hungry, starving almost. In a way it’s scary. You can’t help but stare when Eijiro yanks off his boxers with little care before tossing them to the side. When really has your attention though, is the monster cock that’s erect between his legs.

You’d been able to feel it the entire time you were touching it, however feeling and seeing are two different things. And now that you’ve seen the near 9 inch length and at least 4 inch girth. To say he’s the biggest you’ve ever seen would be a gross understatement. You thought that you had gotten lucky with Katsuki, seeing as he was above average with his 7 inches. Sometimes even that felt too big for you. But this? Eijiro has to be too big.

You feel your body begin to tremble at the thought of him entering you. As he crawls towards you, you continue to scoot away. Eijiro must not understand the look of fear in your eyes, thinking you’re just teasing him. Why else would he grab your leg and pull you towards him? Why else would he position you, pushing your knees to your chest and holding them there with his strong arms, not even noticing your struggle.

“Eiji- wait.” You gasp out with a shaking voice when he lines himself to your hole. “You’re too big, i-it’s not gonna fit.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make it fit.” You can feel the stretch the second he presses the head of his cock in. His thickness alone is forcing the walls of your pussy to spread. Inch by inch he keeps pushing, ignoring your nails as they dig into the skin of his hands, ignoring the cries of pain, ignoring the tears slipping down your cheeks. Eijiro is far too distracted by the sight of your pretty pussy taking his cock. “So good, you’re doing so good.” He groans as he nears the end of his length.

There’s only about an inch or two left, but Eijiro can feel the resistance of your walls. Under other circumstances, he would’ve stopped trying to fit his whole length a while ago. But with you and the way you’re gripping him so tightly, he needs to be all the way in. He just has to.

“Please- it’s too much, no more, take it out it’s too much!” Eijiro blocks out your sobs, kissing your forehead and swiping away your tears with his fingers. He uses the moisture on his finger tips to run gentle circles on your clit, hoping it would help him fit the last bit of his length.

“Shh, just a little more baby. I’m so proud of you, you’re taking this cock so well.” He shushes you, still pushing his hips against you. Eijiro keeps attempting to fill you with his entire length for another 5 or so minutes until he eventually coax’s your walls to take the last bit of it. You feel unbearably full, like Eijiro had already worked his way through your guts and is now entering your throat. It’s entirely too much. “Look, I knew you could take me Sweetheart.”

The proud smile on his face puts a mixture of disgust and pride in you. You feel disgusted as you had asked him to stop multiple times, yet he ignored your pleas. Pride because you can’t remember the last time someone smiled at you with such joy and passion. Eijiro’s proud of you, he thinks you did a good job. It makes you feel proud too.

“Its-a lot.” You gasp, breathing hard to keep your composure. “Please wait.” You beg him to give you time to adjust, if he doesn’t you’re certain he’ll tear you apart. Instead of verbally responding he places a kiss to your temple then takes one of his hands to massage at your breast, toying with your nipple as a distraction.

Eijiro waits. And waits. And waits. And waits. For what feels like eternity. How much longer could you need? He thought he’d given you at least 5 or so minutes which was beyond enough time in his book. When in reality, he’d only sat still for a full minute and a half.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I need you so fucking bad.” Before you can protest, his length is slipping from your folds, providing you very brief relief. Not even a second later Eijiro snaps his hips back into you, filling you to the brim with his huge cock. A pain filled cry escapes your lips, tears falling from your eyes once more. “Holy shit, fuck you feel so good.” He hisses, overwhelmed by finally feeling the sensation he dreamed of since he first met you.

Pained cries continue to echo through the room as Eijiro furiously pounds into you with an unrelenting rhythm, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix. You’d never in your life been touched so deeply, he’s reaching parts of you that have never been reached before. While it’s a new and painful experience, Eijiro’s face makes it feel worth it. His hungry eyes trained on you making you feel wanted, his strong arms holding you making you feel secure, and the gentle caressing from his fingers that makes you feel cherished. You haven’t felt these things in so long.

And feeling them now is a highly unexpected turn on.

As your body gets used to the roughness that Eijiro’s love provided, your mind falls back into its previous state of arousal, making his thrusts significantly less painful. Or maybe your mind just numbed you to some of the pain. Either way, you could feel every inch of him within you and fuck it’s a lot. One of his hands grabs greedily at your tit, pushing it upwards to be closer to his face. While starring up at you he takes your nipple into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. A whine slips from you as you clench around him, causing a moan to vibrate against your skin.

The sound of skin slapping together echos through the entire house, seeming to bounce of the walls of each room. Eijiro’s low growls and grunts nearly drown out the sound of your cries. He slips his rough around your throat, not squeezing but resting there with his thumb toying with your bottom lip. Such sweet delicate lips he thinks as he touches you. How badly he wants to hear his name fall from them.

“Scream my name.” He demands, rolling his hips deeper to demonstrate his control. “Scream it so loud the neighbors can hear you.”

“Eiji!” You do as he tells you, crying out his name like a prayer. “You’re-you ah, you’re so deep.” You babble, overwhelmed by all of the stimulation.

“Don’t stop. Let everyone know who’s fucking you right.” Eijiro growls in your ear, feeling you clench around him. You begin to chant his name breathlessly, over and over like a mantra. Each time varying in pitch, tone, and length. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

It’s so beautiful that it brings Eijiro unexpectedly close. He can’t come this quick and he certainly can’t come before you. Once it’s over it’s over and he’s not ready to let this moment go. Alas, with you milking his cock, calling his name, and looking at him with those eyes he can’t stop himself.

“Hah, baby I’m sorry. I can’t-“ Is all he manages to choke out before he buries himself balls deep and fills you with his cum, groaning as his hot seed somehow manages to spill out around his dick. He stares down at you with a heaving chest, guilt gnawing away at him. He pulls his softening member out of you, watching as his cum spills out of your hole. “I’m so sorry-”

“Well that’s embarrassing.” A voice from the doorway of the room startles both Eijiro and you. Without even seeing him, you know it’s Katsuki. “I give you permission to take care of my wife for me while I’m busy and this is what you do? Tch, what a joke.” Tears begin pouring from your eyes leaving mascara streaks down your face. Both men blanch as you start to sob loudly.

“Ka-katsuki! I’m sor-ry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m a horrible cheating wife and I don’t deserve you. You spend all you time working to give me a wonderful life and here I am fucking your best friend!” You wail, covering your face out of shame and embarrassment. You’ve never felt worse than you do right in this moment. Warm hands gently grip your wrists and pull your hands away from your face.

“Princess it’s okay. I told the dumbass to keep you company while I’ve been away.” Katsuki presses a soft kiss to your hand while looking deep into your eyes. “I know I’ve been neglecting you lately, so I wanted him to keep you happy. I didn’t originally expect it to go this far but when I found the nudes you sent me stolen on his phone, I realized his crush on you was a lot more than a crush.”

~“I’ve known that you’ve been in love with her for a long time. I saw those pics in your gallery that you stole off my fucking phone, pervert. Here’s your chance. Fuck my wife.”

“I figured I’d give him the chance to fuck you to get it out of his system and give you a good time. But it seems like he’s less capable than I thought he was even with that monster between his legs. How disappointing.”

You stare at your husband blankly for a minute, allowing his words to fully sink in. Then you look at him with wide blinking eyes. “You…wanted me to fuck him?”

“I didn’t want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. I knew you’d know how to say no if you weren’t interested so I let the situation run it’s course. And now here we are.” He gestures around the room, Eijiro sitting awkwardly on the bed, hands hiding his now soft cock.

“Oh.” Is all you could say, feeling like you’d been tricked in a way. You can’t meet Katsuki’s eyes, still feeling guilt over the situation. Even if he planned it, you still technically had sex with another man.

“Baby Girl I promise you that it’s okay. You don’t need to feel bad.” Your husband draws your attention, surprising you when he’s closer than you thought he was. “In fact, you should be feeling good. It’s still your birthday after all…” He says, glancing at the clock on the bedside table that read 11:47.

“13 minutes? That’s plenty of time.” He grins at you devilishly before jumping at you, attacking your lips with his own. You moan into the kiss, missing the familiarity of your lover’s mouth. In between kisses, Katsuki manages to rid himself of his clothes. Even after all the years the two of you have been together the sight of his body still makes you few hot inside. Without wasting time Katsuki tugs the band of his boxers down, allowing his cock and balls to be free.

He doesn’t give much warning before he slides inside of you with a deep thrust, filling you up and picking up where Eijiro left off. “Holy shit, even after being fucked by the idiot’s big dick you’re still so tight.” He grins down at you, fucking you so deeply that Eijiro’s cum leaked out of you. “And so fucking sloppy, god I love your messy pussy.”

Katsuki knows your body better than anyone else, he knows exactly what you need to reach the climax that you so deserve. He continues his long deep strokes, keeping up a steady pace while simultaneously rubbing your clit in the way he knows drives you crazy. Though your whines and cries are audible confirmation of his success, the way your gripping him tells him everything he needs to know. He leans down towards your neck, without messing up with rhythm, and starts to suck on your neck, covering any marks Eijiro left with his own.

“I told you that you could fuck her, not try to claim her as your own.” The blonde growls at the red head, taking his attention off of you only for a moment. “This is my wife, my pussy. You’ll only get to dream about having her under you again. You’ll have to get on your knees and fucking beg.” He gloats, but starring into your eyes rather than the other man’s. “Isn’t that right, Princess? Tell him who’s pussy this is. Tell him who you belong to.”

“Yours! I’m yours, this is your pussy!” You whine, wrapping your legs around Katsuki’s back to pull him in even deeper.

“That’s my girl.” He smirks proudly, watching as you near your peak. “You wanna cum? Wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Please- wanna cum so bad, Kats…Wanna cum for you.” You beg, tears pooling in your eyes from how badly you needed this release.

“Oi, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki calls the attention of the other man in the room, who’s eyes never left you. “Watch this.”

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock.”

It takes only four more strokes before your coming undone, crying out and gripping onto your partner for dear life. As the waves of York climax wash over you, you feel your husband continue to fuck you through it, extending the length of your orgasm. He fucks you until you can’t take anymore, whining at the overstimulation. Then he pulls out to give you a chance to recover.

“That’s how you pleasure my wife, loser virgin.” You hear Katsuki scoff, and for a moment his words scare you. You hadn’t really taken Eijiro’s virginity, had you?

“You know I’m not a virgin. I just couldn’t help myself! She felt too good.” Turning your head slightly, you could see the pout on his face, making you giggle silently.

“Well I fucking hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. That won’t be happening again for a real long time. ‘M gonna start making more time for my beautiful wife so that she doesn’t have to rely on a minute man like you.” Katsuki mocks Eijiro as he pulls you into his arms, resting your face against his strong chest.

“But if you’re away on a long mission again?” The red head asks hopefully, at which you can only snort a laugh. Katsuki looks down at your laughing face with an adoration filled smile of his own.

“That’s up to the princess here. For now on, I’ll make sure that my princess always gets what she wants.”