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katsuki who picks you up after a night out, pulling up outside to find you already subtly stumbling in his direction. the smile on your face is infectious as your arms spread to wrap around his shoulders, his wrapping around your waist as he stabilises you along with a gentle kiss being placed on your cheek.
katsuki who manages to buckle you into the seat before hopping in the drivers side and mouthing a small ‘thanks’ to your friends who make sure you’re handed off into the safest hands.
katsuki who carries a sleepy you into your apartment, strong arms wrapped under your shoulders and knees. he walks along the hall and into the bedroom, setting you down gently on the soft silky sheets of your shared bed.
katsuki who manages to manoeuvre your head into his lap, grabbing a cotton pad and some micellar water to remove the makeup on your face. his fingers wipe over your features that he admires, the look on your face peaceful and angel like.
katsuki who eventually changes you into your favourite pyjamas that consists of one of his oldest t-shirts, his carmel like burnt scent clinging to the fabric. a pair of cotton shorts adorning your legs.
katsuki who finally climbs into bed along side you, his arms pulling you into him as he caresses your side. he plants a soft kiss to the crown of your head before falling asleep, knowing you are safe and sound.
katsuki who picks you up after a night out, pulling up outside to find you already subtly stumbling in his direction. the smile on your face is infectious as your arms spread to wrap around his shoulders, his wrapping around your waist as he stabilises you along with a gentle kiss being placed on your cheek.
katsuki who manages to buckle you into the seat before hopping in the drivers side and mouthing a small ‘thanks’ to your friends who make sure you’re handed off into the safest hands.
katsuki who carries a sleepy you into your apartment, strong arms wrapped under your shoulders and knees. he walks along the hall and into the bedroom, setting you down gently on the soft silky sheets of your shared bed.
katsuki who manages to manoeuvre your head into his lap, grabbing a cotton pad and some micellar water to remove the makeup on your face. his fingers wipe over your features that he admires, the look on your face peaceful and angel like.
katsuki who eventually changes you into your favourite pyjamas that consists of one of his oldest t-shirts, his carmel like burnt scent clinging to the fabric. a pair of cotton shorts adorning your legs.
katsuki who finally climbs into bed along side you, his arms pulling you into him as he caresses your side. he plants a soft kiss to the crown of your head before falling asleep, knowing you are safe and sound.
a/n: mechanic kats i love u - lowk longer than i thought it’d be
your hands are on your hips, lips pouted as you look at the man exasperated. he’s under your hood grunting, muscles flexing and when he comes up his hair is slicked to his forehead and he has a scowl.
“tch, sit down.” he glares at you. “staring at my back isn’t gonna fix your car faster, sweetheart.”
“and where do you want me to sit?” you cross your arms. “it’s dirty.” you huff.
“shoulda called you princess.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.
“and what should i call you.” you raise your chin.
“katsuki is fine.” he walks past you. “not gonna sit on this stool i take it?” he sighs.
“it’s like.. dirty.” you turn to him.
he shakes his head, wondering why he even answered the tow trucks call. you clear your throat and he pushes stuff around on his table, grabbing a towel and setting it down. he turns to you with raised brows and you mimic his expression. he pats the table and your eyes go wide.
“c’mon. i got you a towel and everything.” his lips twitch up. “or what.. need me to lift you up? hm?” he walks over to you.
“no.” you click your tongue and walk over to the table.
you look at the table with a frown, looking down at your skirt and sighing. you drag the stool over for you to step onto, placing yourself on the towel and keeping your feet propped up on the stool. you squint your eyes at him, daring him to make another comment but he just turns on his heel and goes back to your car.
“so how long is this going to take?” you sigh, pulling out your phone.
“don’t know.” he shrugs. “maybe if you got regular maintenance..”
you ignore his comment and begin to scroll on your phone, occasionally glancing at him every couple of minutes. the sound of metal being pulled and scraped, clangs throughout the garage accompanied by more of his grunting.
after an hour you’re completely bored of your phone and go back to staring at him. his back muscles ripple with each movement, the white tank he’s wearing clinging perfectly to his body, now sweaty and covered in oil and grease. he sets his tool down and turns to you suddenly, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm.
“what?” he leans back against your car.
“what do you mean, what?” you purse your lips.
“i mean..” he starts walking over to you. “why are you staring at me?” he stops in front of you.
“i’m bored.” you huff.
“mm.” he fake frowns. “why don’t you run into the shop and get me some water.”
“fine.” you sigh, though happy to be doing something.
you hold out your hand and he looks at you with raised brows. clearing your throat and extending it further, he grabs it and you hum, stepping down onto the stool and back onto the ground.
you smile up at him and pat his chest. “thanks.”
“you are a princess.” he clicks his tongue and walks back over to your car.
you walk into the main shop, it's dim and seems to be closed for the day. you look around spotting the cooler and smile when you spot the water. you grab one for yourself and turn to go back into the garage. when you step back in, your mouth goes dry and you stop in the doorway.
“thank you, princess.” he walks over to you.
his white tank is balled up on the floor, his muscles on full display, flexing with each step towards you. you’re staring at his chest, letting your eyes travel down to his abs and that delicious v line that disappears into his dark pants.
“my eyes are up here.” he tilts your chin up and you’re met with a grin.
“mhm.” you blink slowly up at him.
he takes off the lid of the water, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with you, even when some droplets drip down his neck. your tummy twists and you feel heat rise to your cheeks before you walk past him back to your spot. you climb up the stool and plop down on the table before looking at your car with a frown.
“what? don’t wanna stare at me anymore?” he chuckles.
“how much longer?” you glance at him.
“maybe an hour.” he shrugs.
he sets his water bottle on the ground next to him and goes back to working on your car. you can see every ripple and flex of his muscles, the little droplets of sweat that slide down his back. your thighs press together the longer you stare at him and you’re practically panting imagining him above you grunting and sweating like he is now.
“c’mere princess.” he turns to you.
“what?” you squeak.
“need you to come try to turn the car on so i can see what’s going on under here.” he walks over to you and offers you his hand.
“thanks.”
you're too busy trying not to stare at him that your foot slips off the stool and he has to catch you. you’re smushed to his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other cupping the back of your head. he searches your eyes, making sure you're okay before he helps steady you.
“thanks.” you smile quickly, walking over to your car.
you slide into your drivers seat, glancing at him and waiting for him to tell you what to do. he makes his way back over to your hood and nods at you, telling you to start the car. you push the button and your car comes to life again and you squeal.
“thank you thank you thank you.” you hop out of the car and jump up and down.
“we’ll leave it running for a little bit just to make sure-” you jump on him and hug him, his hands automatically wrapping around you. “what’re you doing?”
“oh! i.. thank you!!!” you beam down at him, kissing both of his cheeks.
“if you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me right.” he clicks his tongue.
you quickly peck his lips and lean back. “like that?” you tilt your head.
he presses his lips to yours and you melt instantly, mouth opening and granting him access to anything he wants. he chuckles, walking you backwards until he can set you back on the table. he pulls back only for you to lean forward and press your lips to his again, your hands reaching out to feel his muscles.
“been staring at me all day.” he mumbles against your lips. “thought you didn’t like dirty things.” his hands squeeze into your thighs. “look at you.” he nips at your bottom lip. “all over me.”
“katsuki.” you slowly spread your thighs.
“what d’you need, princess?” he grins.
“mmm, please.” you hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer.
“want my cock?” he laughs when your eyes widen. “say it. lemme hear those dirty words on your perfect lips.”
“want your.. cock, katsuki.” your face burns at the crude words.
he smashes his lips to yours, tongue sliding along yours while one of his hands presses on the outside of your panties finding them soaked. he laughs at you again for being so wet from just staring at him but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s circling your clit perfectly.
he tugs your panties to the side, sliding his rough fingers through your folds as your hips jerk. he pulls his hand back and brings it out to his mouth, staring at you as he slips his fingers past his lips. he groans and kicks the stool closer, taking a seat and attaching his mouth to your pussy.
you throw your legs over his shoulders, heels digging into his back and hand flying to his hair to pull him closer. he flicks his tongue against your clit until you’re shaking, sucking the little bud into his mouth and you whimper so pretty for him. your back arches when two of his fingers push into your pussy, stretching you open on the thick digits before he starts pounding them into you.
“katsuki! kats- nghh!! i’m gonna- kats!” your thighs lock around his head as you soak his face and fingers.
“good girl.” he kisses your clit and lifts up. “thighs open.” he pats your leg he starts to undo his pants.
your thighs twitch at the sight of him, he’s big and leaking, veins running down the length of him. he pulls you to the edge of the work table and slides into you in one motion. your lips part in a silent scream and he takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth as he slowly pulls out. the drag sends fire to your lower tummy and then he’s fucking into you with a purpose.
“fuck you feel good.” he pants.
you’re holding onto his shoulders, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he pounds into you. your tummy is twisting, pleasure coiling low as he zeros in on the spot that leaves you moaning. he leans down, lips brushing yours as he stares in your eyes, nose bumping against yours.
“cum.”
your orgasm bursts through you and he fucks you faster, harder. you’re squeezing around him so tight that his own orgasm is sneaking up on him. he tries to push it off but he can’t and with a low groan he’s filling you. he pulls out and watches you leak with him, chuckling as he fixes his pants.
“you’re filthy, princess. leaking with my cum, my handprints all over your clothes.” he pulls your panties back.
“can we do that again?” you pant.
“when you come back for your oil change.” he cups the side of your neck and kisses you once. “next week.”
roommate katsuki! who is the star player on the college basketball team…and the guy you also happen to share an apartment with.
roommate katsuki! who didn’t speak to you for the first couple of weeks except for an occasional ‘hey’ when you bump into each other late at night.
roommate katsuki! who steals your plush blanket from the couch, claiming it’s more comfortable to sleep with at night.
roommate katsuki! who starts waiting up for you every night, playing it off as watching game film or studying plays.
roommate katsuki! who gets a little too superstitious when one of his teammates come over and make it a point to speak with you. (or look, for that matter)
roommate katsuki! who has an insane attraction to you, but keeps it to himself in fear of making things awkward between you two.
roommate katsuki! who lied and told you he had someone coming over just for your reaction. only to be pissed off entirely when you don’t come home at all.
roommate katsuki! who insists on you coming to his next game. leaving you his away jersey to wear, name plastered in big, bold font across the back. letting everyone know who exactly gave it to you.
roommate katsuki! who would never admit he cares, but somehow your favorite food and drinks appear at your bedroom door after a rough day at work. “wonder what idiot did that.” he grumbles when confronted about where they came from.
roommate katsuki! who purposely leaves things in your room just for a reason to come back. whether it’s his charger, laptop, or even something such as his underwear he “accidentally” dropped while putting away your laundry.
roommate katsuki! who starts showing up after your shift at the campus cafe to bring you home. …just in case any of the dumbasses around get ideas and mistake you for theirs instead of his.
roommate katsuki! who walks in on you showering one night and doesn’t leave right away, eyes scanning over every crevice of your skin, even ones you can’t see yourself, before finally leaving with a small huff of “fuck. my bad.” and quickly slamming the door shut.
roommate katsuki! who spends days on end replaying the image of you in the shower, burned into the back of his brain. leaving no room for thoughts of basketball, classes, or anything else.
roommate katsuki! who finally loses all composure when he comes home late one night, completely and utterly exhausted from the day he’s had. only to find you in nothing but a small t-shirt and your very tight, very thin underwear.
roommate katsuki! who takes you right there. months of lingering tension finally easing with every snap of his hips. messy. filthy. but oh, such sweet things whispered into your ear.
roommate katsuki! who can’t get enough of you after that. every chance he gets, he’s touching you. kissing you. making love to you.
roommate katsuki! who sure as hell doesn’t remember why you ever had separate bedrooms in the first place.
an: this is way diff from my usual but i made an smau ab this on tiktok and felt this was needed as well so:))
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Hi my boyfriend cheated on me can you write a fic of bsf bakugo x reader with a horrendous boyfriend. I need to goon it crazy style before I go insane
Bsf Katsuki x Reader who got cheated on
Nsfw
Im so so sorry this took so long. I hope you're doing better now. <3
Bsf!Katsuki who had a gut feeling, right from the beginning. The second he met the guy? He just knew he was bad news. But you were dumb and in love, so you ignored his warnings. It took a while for him to get used to the whole thing, and honestly, he never really got over it. He just stayed by your side, burying his feelings as deep as he possibly could, or at least that's what he told himself.
Bsf!Katsuki who did his best to steal you away from the guy when you were together. Constantly whining about how you were gonna fall behind if you didn’t train with him. Or as a more desperate measure, he’d lie about plans the two of you had, saying you’d just forgotten them as a way to drag you away from the guy. And usually it worked. But not always. Those times it didn’t work, he spent the night sulking, telling himself he’d ignore you for a few days to really drive in the point, but he never lasted that long. It usually only took a couple hours before he’d reach out.
Bsf!Katsuki who’d been lying on your couch when your boyfriend called. Katsuki had been forced to endure watching you try on your whole closet, getting ready for a date with him. He’d watched you redo your makeup twice already that evening, restyle your hair a few times, and needless to say it was beginning to piss him off. Why were you putting so much effort into this guy? He’d been lying here for what? Four hours now? He’d spent his afternoon watching you panic over this guy, and the second you finally walked out the door, not even having a chance to close the door behind you, he called. And what does he say? “Sorry baby, can’t do tonight, I’m just not feeling it. I'll text you later though.” . . . Katsuki had to sit there and watch so many different emotions flash across your face just for you to throw your bag at the wall and break into tears. That bastard.
Bsf!Katsuki who was leaning against your kitchen counter when he saw a text flash across your screen. You’d invited him over to hang out for the evening since you didn’t have any plans with that guy. You had your back turned when it came through, but he couldn’t help himself from leaning in to read it. “So excited for our date tn, maybe we could go back to mine after?” when Katsuki looked back up you were leaning over his shoulder with a very confused expression on your face. “I thought you were free tonight?” “I am.” he watched you quickly text back “We don’t have plans tonight? That's tomorrow night.” The text is read almost immediately. “Oh yeah, my bad.” you’re quiet for the rest of the evening. Katsuki can only feel rage, and he’s trying so damn hard to hide it.
Bsf!Katsuki who decides to come with you to drop off some documents at your boyfriend’s agency. Why? He was bored as hell. It was a slow day. Sue him. He can’t help but envy that guy at the cheerful smile on your face, he can’t help but admire the way you’re so excitedly talking about that new movie you wanna go see; with him. He hates it all so much, hates how that sad excuse of a guy gets to call you his. He loves the smile on your face, so when it’s wiped away the second you open the door to his office kills him. But what kills him even more is the scene in front of him. You slowly breaking into angry tears, while your boyfriend is at his desk quickly putting his pants back on, while some girl is adjusting her skirt. Oh he’s pissed. Though he doesn’t get a chance to even act before your hand is gripping his wrist so tightly and dragging him out of the building.
Bsf!Katsuki who spends the night comforting you. You’re practically lying on him while he holds you, comforting you to the best of his abilities. He’s not good at this, it’s a fairly new thing for him, having someone come to him for comfort. But for you? He’d try anything to bring that smile back, if even for just a second.
Bsf!Katsuki who’s pretty much become your safe space the first few weeks after everything. He’d made an effort of making sure that guy knew his place, and knew that he wasn’t welcome back. As much as it hurts him to see you upset over someone else, he's glad you came to him. He takes advantage of the fact you're clinging to him. He savours that feeling, even if it’s not under the circumstances he’d like. But he’ll take anything.
Bsf!Katsuki who’s so fucking confused one day. It was normal. Or so he thought, you’d just been watching a movie on your couch, with you completely on top of him. Again, normal. But then, you’d sat up. You’d placed yourself right on top of his bulge. Slowly grinding yourself down into him. Making direct eye contact. He knew his face was bright red, he could feel it. Despite the effort he was making to try and keep himself from getting hard, you were just too much. In a good way of course.
Bsf!Katsuki who’s led down the hall to your bedroom. He doesn’t want to overstep, not when you’ve been crying to him about your now ex. So he lets you take the lead. Lets you push him down onto your mattress, climbing back on, one leg on each side with your hips lined up perfectly. He lets you guide his hands to your hips. Lets you grab his face while you lean down, locking your lips together. And then he feels it. The first teasing bounce of your hips. And he stiffens. There’s no possible way he’s hiding the raging hard on now. He finds himself chasing your lips when you pull away briefly, he feels your hand teasing gliding up and down his thigh before coming to stop right where he needs it, firmly grasping it through his pants.
Bsf!Katsuki who doesn’t even remember the moment you’d both stripped down. No, he was way too fucked out at this point. He’s completely lost in your gaze, the one that's fixed on him while you work your hips just perfectly. The pace you're going at, pushing him further and further to the edge. And he swears he’s never felt so good. He’s tuned out the sounds of the bed hitting the wall, instead he’s focused on the words leaving your mouth “Fuck suki, you’re so big” “Shit.” “Mmm, I love you.” He knows you’re too lost in the moment to think about what you’re saying. But still, he’d like to think you meant it.
Bsf!Katsuki who very quickly changed his mind, because this was the best he’s ever felt. Getting to lie beside you in your bed. Knowing he’s still dripping out of you. He loves the feeling of your skin on his, and knows that you two were just meant to be, because nothing has ever felt this right. He loves waking up to you the next morning. Loves the sight of you sleeping on his chest, with his arm firmly around your waist. He loves eating breakfast with you, and thinks he could really get used to this. So when you ask him to do it all again? He can’t help but agree.
Bsf!Katsuki who tried so so hard to be happy with this new arrangement. He loved getting to see this part of you, getting to “Make love” to you. Even if you saw it differently. Because at least it was him doing it. This was everything he’d ever dreamed of. But for the sake of his feelings he had to convince himself he was just being used as a rebound. Right?...Right???
summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.
( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )
content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some built up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.
note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^
masterlist. | fic based on this request ! ( thank u anon!! )
The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.
Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin.
You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.
You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you.
But it never did.
So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.
It was all you could do, really.
Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.
You should stop.
You should’ve stopped hours ago.
But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.
You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.
With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.
Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.
He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.
You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.
A beat passed, then another.
Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.
With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, decidedly going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he decided to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.
You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—
"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."
You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.
"What the fu—"
You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.
Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.
"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."
It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.
He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.
"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.
The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.
Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.
When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.
You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.
You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.
"Not sleepy."
It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.
You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.
With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.
You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.
Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you.
The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.
He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.
Guilt twisted inside your chest.
He was awake because of you. On a work night.
You looked away when he finally spoke up again.
"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me."
"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."
You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.
His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.
You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.
"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."
"I'm not doing anyth—"
"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."
"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"
You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.
Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.
"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."
You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over.
Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.
"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."
Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.
You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.
"Kats—?!"
He cut you off.
"You tried everything, huh?"
Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.
"…Yes?"
"Right."
With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.
Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.
You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.
"W-What're you doing?"
"Helping."
When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.
"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"
"… Yeah?"
"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.
Your brows twisted.
"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.
It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"
You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."
He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.
A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.
You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.
You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.
He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.
Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.
"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.
Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.
A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.
"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."
He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.
Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.
"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"
It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.
But, it was a work night, and despite your desperation and weariness, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance.
He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.
Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 PM sharp without fail.
From all the years you had known him, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits.
But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.
You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with the worry and weariness eating away inside you.
Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.
"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"
He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.
"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer with a scoff, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."
His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.
"Always fuckin' 'want to'."
You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.
There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.
"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."
A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss.
You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.
He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.
You made a muffled sound against his lips when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.
Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.
"Arms up."
You complied, raising your arms over your head.
Those blazing eyes narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.
With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.
His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.
Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.
An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other one, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.
He drew back at last to take in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.
You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea.
Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.
You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"Katsuki…"
"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."
You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.
But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.
You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.
"Don't just say that."
The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.
"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.
Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.
You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question.
You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.
He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.
He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.
You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.
He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"
His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.
Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.
He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.
Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly, just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.
Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.
But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.
You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.
He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in.
You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.
Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.
You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.
You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…
But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.
You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?
Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.
Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum, but something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.
Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.
You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.
"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"
Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.
His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.
Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.
He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.
You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.
You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.
"I can't."
He raised a brow. "Can't what?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—"
"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."
His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build back that tightening warmth inside you was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter.
That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.
Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.
With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.
You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.
He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.
With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.
Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.
A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.
"Still with me?"
His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.
You attempted an response, still panting heavily.
"Mhm…"
"Not an answer, baby."
"..Yes. Thank you."
He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.
Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being as he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?"
You hummed. "Yeah. A little."
He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."
"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"
"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"
With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.
Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.
"Yeah…"
"Gonna let me, right?"
You whined. "But I just—"
"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."
"Mh.."
Your lips pursed, brows pinched.
It could feel nice. It would feel nice.
You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.
He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.
"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."
You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.
It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.
"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."
He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.
He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.
His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.
He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in.
You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button.
"You ready?"
Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.
"Uh huh. Please, please."
Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.
He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.
When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.
He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.
"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."
"Sorry…"
"Told you not to do that either."
With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.
You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.
His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.
When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.
"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.
He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"
He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.
You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.
"Open."
That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.
"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.
The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.
"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.
He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.
He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know you do."
When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.
He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.
You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.
"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"
Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.
But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.
The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.
You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.
“Fuck, I love you.”
You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
“Y’know that, right?”
You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.
Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.
Hand finding one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips. "I love you," you pulled back just to murmur the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."
He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.
"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.
The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.
"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.
"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"
He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.
You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.
With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.
He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.
You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.
You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.
It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.
When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.
He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.
With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.
"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.
“Clean underwear. Water."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You felt like you might pass out in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.
You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffles through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.
Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.
He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.
You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs.
"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"
He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.
"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."
Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.
Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.
Your hand found the side of his face, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.
A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.
"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.
"What?"
Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.
"Thank you."
He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Told you to stop doin' that."
You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pulling you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.
"Sleep."
You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.
"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."
Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.
"'M sure you will."
★ IMPORTANT — the amazing art in the header is not mine! unfortunately, i was not able to find the artist to give adequate credit, so this is my disclaimer !! all i did was edit the coloring.
may blabs: hellooo guys
second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … so feedback is very appreciated so a girl can improve 🥹
love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki who’s soft in his own way ^_^ and i like emotions so this was quite fun to write! soft intimate smut… sighs dreamily
bkg not getting to nut lowk a recurring pattern now tho im dead 😭 (will he ever get to bust? stay tuned)
in this, he’s been with reader for a While fs, that is why he is comfortable w this lvl of touch & tenderness. (tried to imply this by showing they live tg + share bed lmao)
while i don’t think he’d start off being rough or anything, he’d probably be more tense and… hesitant if it were earlier in the rls yk ? he’s pretty touch averse in canon 🤔 hm.. pondering. same with the “i love you” i don’t think he voices that very often, but in moments like this that are very intimate and raw, he becomes looser with his words and more open with his heart. at least that’s how i see it LOL. ok yap over ill stfu ab this now
singledad! bakugou but his firstborn is so different from how he was as a kid, shy and quiet. his heart squeezing and aching when his boy runs up to him asking why the older kids in the park won't play with him. watching him walk out of his first day of school with a sad pout on his face as his teacher brings him out. "it's hard for some kids to adapt in the first few weeks," she says sympathetically, and bakugou tries to believe her, but it's hard when his baby is looking at him with angel tears in his eyes and telling him, "i don't think the other kids like me, daddy."
he tries his best to help his baby, teaching him soccer, organizing play dates where he shows up in his dynamite costume to impress the other (shithead) kids. he tells him how great he is every night, his sweet baby, how it's okay that he takes his time to warm up to people and he'd find the right person soon. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat when his son would come home crying, saying none of the kids would build legos with him, how he finds it hard to join the friend groups in his class. by the end of the third week, bakugou was already looking at other schools in other towns. maybe they'd have better luck there? homeschooling would surely make things worse. maybe a montessori?
he sighs, pulling up to the school expecting another soul-crushing story. him being surprised when he sees his baby running up to him smiling, his chubby hands making grabby hands for bakugou to grab him. "had a good day, baby?" he lets out an excited nod, mentioning how he's made his own group of friends now. "i have three now," he mentions excitedly, and bakugou feels his heart swell.
"We're doing more group activities so the kids can get to know each other better." bakugou snaps his gaze to you, this isn't the same teacher who's been bringing his kid out for the past two weeks. "Some of the teachers are being switched up," you tell him knowingly. "I'm handling his class now, I'm sure the school has sent out the email." shit, he's usually on top of these things, but he's been so focused on looking for new schools he must've missed this one. "been busy," he decides to say shortly. "thanks for helping him," he adds. "No worries!" you say brightly. "he's a good kid, he's just shy." bakugou looks unimpressed, yeah, he is, and so what? doesn't mean it's an excuse for the teachers to just let him be. "thanks again," he says shortly, accompanied by a "bye, miss!" from his baby.
the whole ride home was filled with stories about his day. "we built legos of uncle shoto." "ryo shared his brownie with me." "yushi wants me to watch the new toy story with him." bakugou listens attentively, feeling lighter than he has in weeks.
he opens up his laptop once he's put him to sleep, scrolling through his emails until he finds one from the school explaining the restructuring of teachers. he puts your name in the search bar, curiosity getting the best of him, finding your instagram and seeing your posts. it's mostly just pictures of you and your friends, cheeks pressed together, a grin on both your faces. he scrolls down a few more times before landing on a post of you at a beach, blue bikini on, doing some yoga pose by the shore. he stares at it long enough, seeing the curve of your ass fitting perfectly against your bottoms. he bites his lip, clicking his phone off. he is absolutely not going to ruin this for his kid, he's struggled hard enough, and so what if you're helping him? it's your job. he slams his laptop shut, his baby is okay—or starting to be—and that's all that matters to him.
synopsis: katsuki is tired of seeing you come back home so sad
pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
word count: 2k
tags/warnings: roommates to lovers, pro hero!bakugou, domestic, implied closer than normal boundaries, insecurity, reader goes on dates to distract from chud crush on kats, praise, fingering, cunnilingus
a/n: deadass will i ever be loved 😂😂😂 also i ended up hating how this one came out im sorry 🥀🥀ALSO again, was SUPPOSED to be a BLURB bruh what is wrong w me
divider cred: @starrliqhtt
Katsuki can’t stand to watch you cry your heart out anymore. He can’t stand to watch you stumble back into your shared apartment, upset and hurt, and to a greater degree, disappointed. like every rejection confirmed the deep seated belief in you that you weren’t meant to ever find love.
He hates finding you at the kitchen island. hates turning the corner to find you sitting there alone, with only the small stove light to keep you company. Your purse rests atop the counter, mimicking your slumped form, and it almost seems as though your bag charms are sad too.
It's routine for him now—which he wishes it wasn’t—to find you this way, and as he slips on a hoodie over his head, the gentle pads of his footsteps reach your ears.
he comes up from behind, rough hands reaching out to softly pull your arms away from your face.
“Hey.” “Let’s get you to bed.” he whispers, holding your hands in his, his hot palms comforting like a heat pad.
He hums as you let him swivel the kitchen stool around, making quick work to pick you up, scooping you into his arms from below your armpits before securing you to him from the waist. he carries you into your bedroom, lays you down on the bed, then tells you he’ll be back.
When he returns, he’s got a bottle of micellar water and a few cotton pads. He sits beside you, and like he has many times before, takes your face in his hands, beginning to wipe off your makeup. Katsuki is a man who prides himself on being meticulous in his work, and as if this was a hero duty, he places just as much focus.
He sighs as he does, listening to your soft hiccups and saying nothing, like it doesn’t pull on his heartstrings to know you’re not just upset because the date didn’t go well, but because he knows you think it’s your fault.
“Waterproof mascara?” He asks softly, the cool soaked cotton pad repeatedly swiping over your eyelid. He smiles as you nod. He’s happy you can find it in yourself to start responding to him.
“Why would’ya do that? Huh?” He chuckles. “Pain in the ass to get off.”
“Mmm…” you offer back in response, a non-answer, but it tells him you’re coming back from whatever sadness pulled you under before.
“All right, all done.” He whispers to you as he finishes up. His eyes soften at the way you lean forward into him, smushing your face into his shoulder now that you know you won’t be messing up his hoodie with makeup.
He peels off your cardigan, slipping it off your shoulders and arms. Then it’s that pretty dress of yours, a sleeve already falling off as he reaches behind you to pull down the zipper. Katsuki watches as you shrug it off yourself, humming with a gentle encouragement as he lifts up your hips, letting the dress fall the rest of the way down. The buttons clang as they make contact with the hardwood floor.
You look breathtaking, he thinks, before shaking the thought off. You deserved more respect than that right now. Again, he sits beside you, pulling your willing body into his lap, unclasping your bra with a single hand before tugging it off of you. He hums as you shiver.
“Cold?” “S’alright, I’ll get you in your pajamas soon—since you showered before leaving.” He says, watching as you hug yourself tighter to his chest.
He does what he promises. When rummaging through your closet, he finds an old t-shirt of his he lended months prior, pulling it from the pile, stopping by your underwear drawer to grab a comfy pair for you.
“Here,” “Let’s get you into these.”
Katsuki has to pretend like the sight of you all bare doesn’t get his head spinning, so again, he pushes his feelings aside, helping you into your panties, then his shirt.
“Kats..” you mumble when he’s done, and his heart almost stops.
“Yeah?”
“Are you gonna go now? Back to your room?”
When he meets your gaze he finds you staring at him with these eyes that seem to plead for him not to, but maybe he’s just being optimistic.
“You want me to stay, doll?”
All it takes is a nod from you to listen. Then, he’s back on your bed, pulling you into his side and under the covers. Katsuki’s arm curls around your waist, and he huffs out a breath of astonishment at the way you fit so nicely against him.
His hands rake through your hair, soft and smelling of the new hair perfume he remembers you raving to him about. It makes him infuriated—the thought of you putting so much effort into some guy who’d end up leaving you high and dry, some guy who probably reeked and laughed at none of your jokes, some guy who was far too low-brow for a woman like you. If he thinks too much about it he’ll throw a fit.
“Kats…” you mumble into his chest, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“Yeah, doll..?”
“I just…” you hiccup, the tears already coming back to you. “I don’t know why they never like me…”
Katsuki hugs you tighter when you speak, all soft and shaky and he knows you’re about to cry again because of that little wobble in your voice and how you hide your face from him. He can feel his heart breaking at the way you ramble. About how you just don’t understand why no one will love you. How it’s all you’ve ever wanted, and what could be the reason it’s taking so long.
“Is it that hard, Kats…? To love me..? To find me pretty…? Am I not pretty enough to love..?” “Why won’t anybody tell me?”
Katsuki’s calloused hand rubs your back, splaying out atop the space between your shoulder blades, warm and comforting while his other tugs at you from the back of your waist.
“Doll…don’t say things like that.” He coos, pressing a hesitant kiss to your hairline.
“Anyone with half a damn brain would drop anything for you…” Katsuki whispers.
“But, I—” he cuts you off, hand molding against your cheek.
“Trust me.”
There’s a breathless way inwhich he says it. His brow bone softens. His eyes train to your glossy ones, wet with tears he’s one impulse away from kissing off.
The strings of his heart ache. He wants so badly to tell you everything, everything he told himself he wasn’t going to confront.
“For your sake,” he’s been saying to justify his inaction, but it’s so damn hard to see you this way, to pick up the pieces of your broken heart every time some asshole comes to break it.
His pretty girl is so strong, he thinks. You never run out of hope it seems, you always bounce back with a twinkle in your eye at the prospect of love. God, he could give you that. He thinks of it all the time. And yet, he hasn’t ever acted on it.
Maybe it’s because he thinks he’s doing you a favor by not, that a life of love with pro-hero Dynamight isn’t one that’s as glamorous as you deserve. Especially not with the media, the attention, the busy schedule, and everything else that comes along with committing yourself to a hero.
But it’s hard to think about all of that when you're right in front of him like this. And it’s even harder to think that all of those negatives outweigh the ones that have had you crying in his arms every week for the past month. He wouldn’t do that to you. You’d live a good life with him. God, why couldn’t he just suck it up and make up his mind?
Suddenly,
“Don’t go on another date.” He says.
“What?”
“Stay home. With me.”
“Oh..okay..”
“Will you let me take care of you?” He grumbles out, rushed and uncharacteristically vulnerable.
You nod in a way that gives him all the reassurance he could need. A yes that says it to everything. A yes that makes you remember why you started going on all of these dates in the first place. And now he was asking you. Was this even real?
You get your answer with the press of his lips against yours, slow and tender as you melt into it. He groans in response, shifting to hover over you but never separating.
“Mmffghh..Kats…”
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
“N-no..don’t..please.”
“Fuck, baby..” he curses under his breath. “I’ll make you feel good…I will, doll..trust me..”
Katsuki’s lips mouth sloppy kisses against your neck, wet and hot and accompanied by an occasional mark he sucks into your skin.
“Good girl..” he praises as your hands find home on his back. “Hold onto me, I gotcha’.”
A shiver runs down your spine at the way his hand sneaks down the front of your panties. Sure, the two of you were close—closer than roommates probably should be—but this was different. It was real.
“You with me, sweet girl?” He checks in, eyes flicking back up to your face.
At your response, he lets his hand travel lower. A thick finger slots itself between your folds, spreading your slick around while you squirm and hide your face from him.
“Mmm…there she is…” he praises, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “‘Gonna make her feel good, alright? ‘Gonna let me?”
He smiles watching you all bashful, pulling your hands back from your face as you squeak out a response for him.
“Yes, Kats..please.”
Katsuki’s finger dips into your wet hole, dragging the length of it against your walls as he urges you to not be so embarrassed, punctuating his words with the press of his thumb to your clit.
A leap of faith has him joining his hand down there, tugging your panties off in the same motion before he’s slipping his finger out and replacing it with his mouth, groaning into your sex like a man getting a fill of his most desired craving. His hands rest on your pelvis, stroking the skin there, never forgetting that he was doing this all for you. This was all about you.
“Mmmffghh…” “‘spent so long..lookin’ for someone to treat you right..” “‘didn’t have to go far at all..” He moans into your core, grinding his face against your pussy, his nose brushing your needy clit over and over again.
“Nnghh..K-Kats…oh god..!”
His next admission makes you blush, but you barely get a chance to process it before his tongue plunges into your hole, a sharp cry of his name leaving your throat as you tug on his hair.
“‘Would’ve done this months ago if ya’ called f’me..”
“Sh-shit!! Katsuki…’feels so good..!!” You whine, eyes squeezed shut while you keep on humping his face.
“There we go, beautiful, keep moaning my name, m’your guy now..”
A hand of his reaches up for one of yours, and with your squirmy pleasure-stricken movements you find him. Your fingers interlock, squeezing and rocking with your body as he squeezes intermittently. A wordless declaration of presence that blankets you in comfort.
Your thighs squeeze around his head, overcome with pleasure as you let your hips buck up against his face.
“Mmmphh…yeah..bury my face in this pussy..good girl..good fucking girl,”
You can hardly warn him before you cum, the only indication being the soft sputtering you do before you’re falling apart on his tongue. He groans into your cunt as you do, the vibrations tickling your core as a wave of pleasure washes over you. Katsuki’s hand grips yours tighter as he tongue-fucks you through it.
“Mmmffghh..good girl..’tastes so fucking good, baby.” he slurs out, dragging his tongue up your folds one last time before resting his head on your thigh, kissing the space between it and your mound, a gentle huff of contentment passing his lips, your other hand in his hair could almost lull him to sleep.
But, as much as he wants to stay down here, he knows it’s probably time for a conversation.
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The rest of Class 3-A had already headed up to their rooms, leaving only Kirishima and Bakugo behind in the common room.
Kirishima sat on the sofa, unwrapping the support tape from his hardened forearms with a satisfied sigh. "Man, your blast radius is getting insane, man. I could barely keep my hardening up during that last set."
Across the sofa, Bakugo didn't reply. He was staring down at the ground, a towel slung over his shoulders, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. There was a strange, heavy silence hanging around him that Kirishima noticed immediately.
"Hey..." Kirishima paused, tilting his head. "You alright? You look like you're about to explode on a wall."
"Shut up, Kirishima..." Bakugo growled, his voice unusually low, rough, and entirely devoid of its usual aggressive tone. He clicked his tongue, his red eyes darting toward the elevator to make absolutely sure they were alone.
He took a sharp, aggressive breath through his nose, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
"I have... a problem." Bakugo spat out and glared at the floor, the words sounding like they physically pained him to say. "There's this... unsettling, suffocating feeling in my chest. It’s a pain in the ass. It ruins my focus and every time I try to blast it away, it just gets hotter."
Kirishima blinked, looking genuinely concerned. "Wait, like a medical issue? Did you take a hit to the ribs during training? You should go see Recovery Girl—"
"It’s not a damn injury, idiot!" Bakugo barked, his face twisting into a fierce scowl as he finally looked up. "It only happens when she walks into the room. When that extra stands next to me. I can feel her standing next to me and instead of telling her to back off... my brain just glitches out. I can't think straight. It’s frustrating."
Kirishima froze mid-action, he stared at Bakugo’s furious, blushing face. He processed the words, connected the dots to a certain female from their class, and suddenly, a massive, unhinged grin broke across his face.
Kirishima let out a loud, disbelieving laugh, throwing his head back. "Oh, my god. Are we... are we seriously talking about this now?!"
"Stop laughing, Shitty Hair, or I'll murder you!" Bakugo threatened, a tiny spark snapping from his palm.
"Bro, it has been over two years and a half!" Kirishima yelled happily, leaning forward on his knees, completely amused by his best friend's sudden problem. "Bakugo, literally half the class thought you two were already dating. You literally listen to her tactical advice without screaming, and you're just now realizing you have feelings for her?!"
"I don't have feelings!" Bakugo roared, though the crimson flush spreading across his face completely betrayed him. "I don't get distracted by extras! I'm asking you because you're... you're a sentimental loser who understands this soft, emotional crap! How the hell do I make it stop?!"
Kirishima’s laughter softened, replaced by a warm, genuinely proud smile. He knew how hard it was for Bakugo to admit to needing help, especially regarding his own heart.
"You can't make it stop, man." Kirishima said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "That’s the thing… She's not an extra to you, that's the whole problem. And honestly? It's incredibly manly that she catches your attention like that."
Bakugo glared at the floor, his chest heaving as he absorbed Kirishima's words.
"Tsk." Bakugo muttered, standing up and marched toward the elevator. "You're useless. I'm going to my room."
"Hey! Don't run away from your feelings, man!" Kirishima called out, grinning as he chased after him down the hallway. "If you need help picking out a gift or figuring out how to ask her to hang out without yelling 'Die!', your best bro has got your back!"
"Shut up, Shitty Hair! I don't need a guide on how to handle a girl!"
But as Bakugo stormed down toward the elevator, his fist clutched tightly over his chest, he knew Kirishima was right.
He was completely caught. And for the first time in his life, he didn't want to blast his way out.
you love waking up before katsuki, love being the only one to see him like this. calm, cheek squished against the pillow, lips parted ever so slightly letting out little puffs of air. his hair is going in every direction, the permanent scowl on his face near extinct when he’s asleep.
you brush your thumb along the slight crease in his eyebrows and he makes a small noise and cuddles his pillow closer. you trace your finger down the curve of his nose, watching the small crinkle before you trail the sharp line of his jaw.
you press a soft kiss on his forehead, then his eyelids, then his nose, one on each cheek and the finally one of his lips. he doesn’t stir but his cheeks get pink like his body knows he’s being doted on and admired.
you comb your fingers through his hair, humming softly at the silky strands before you scratch your nails against his scalp. his breathing deepens and he moves an inch closer, coaxing you to press against him. you pepper kisses across his hairline, smiling when he drapes an arm over your waist.
“mmniloveyou.” he nuzzles into your neck.
“i love you too katsuki.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.
“can you keep mm..” his hand lands on top of yours in his hair and has you pet him again.
“course i can, pretty boy.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, softly scraping your nails on his hair.
“fuck, feels s’good.” he rasps into your neck.
“shhhshhshh.” you hold him closer and rub his back with your other hand until his breathing evens out into soft snores and you let sleep take you too.
“how do i get rid of this?” you huff as you click the bar into the machine, stepping out from under metal rod.
katsuki looks up from his spot on the floor, notebook open to his latest PR and rotation. he had started keeping track of his workouts in an old notebook a few weeks ago (the phone he had previously been using died and with that, lost all the data)
“of what?” the blonde eyes you through the mirror, catching every minuscule movement as you place your hands over your lower abdomen, fingers pushing into the plush tissue you find.
“this?” you press harder, your skin dipping beneath the pressure. “the fat?”
katsuki blinks at you but you pay him no mind, continuing to turn this way and that, getting all angles of your body in the mirror, glaring at the midsection that never seems to flatten out despite all your efforts.
“your uterus?” he asks with a raised brow.
your shoulders fall, breath wooshing out of you as you slump into a forward fold. a tad dramatic but you like the stretch in your thighs.
“it’s not my uterus!” the words come out muffled as you speak into your knees, your cheeks smooshed upwards at the inversion.
your boyfriends hand on your lower back has you tilting back up, fingers pressing into your hips to almost hinge you up right.
"Yeah, its not but its the fat that keeps it safe." he clarifies, sliding his palm over your stomach to come rest above your womb.
"but it's still fat." you frown despite the urge to smile as katsuki presses into you, his chest flush against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding eye contact with you through the mirror.
"more or less." a soft kiss is pressed to your exposed skin. "it has a purpose, just like all your other muscles have a purpose, this one is to keep everything safe and warm."
you hum. “still wanna get rid of it.”
katsuki presses down harder, holding you tighter against him as he bites down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. you are suddenely even more thankful for the private gym.
“even if its gonna keep all our kids safe?” his voice is slow, the timbre of it hitting you exactly where he had aimed. “i know my opinion shouldn’t matter but i love it so much.”
“seeing your cute little tummy, knowing that your healthy drives me crazy.” one hand splays out across your abdomen, the other grips your hip and pulls you tighter against him. “when i’ve got you bent in half and you’re all squished and soft, fuck, makes me wanna put a baby in you right there and then, make you even softer and squishier.”
katsuki has spent months lying about bruises, broken windows, and web fluid in the laundry. unfortunately for him, the suit looks good enough that forgiveness might have to wait until morning. (or— spider-man is sleeping on the couch, but first you make him model the suit.)
SPIDER-MAN!BAKUGOU KATSUKI X FEM!READER | spider-man au, established relationship, kidfic (kind of), dad!bakugou, post secret identity reveal, domestic fluff, light angst, katsuki is a liar but he is trying, suggestive, sexual tension, objectification as a love language, implied breeding kink (they talk abt making another one).
word count: 3.2k
hi from marcel: hi um please accept this humble offering sorry for being a fucking deadbeat omg
you wait until aiya has been asleep for twenty-seven minutes.
not twenty. not fifteen. twenty-seven, because fifteen is still a gamble and twenty is when she likes to trick you into thinking she’s down properly before making one offended little noise through the baby monitor and dragging you both back into the nursery like tiny, gummy royalty.
the apartment is dim after that. not silent, because nowhere with a baby is ever silent anymore. there’s the low hum of the monitor on your nightstand, the occasional shift of the washing machine somewhere down the hall, the distant traffic sliding wet over the street outside. katsuki’s in the bathroom brushing his teeth, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, hair flattened from the shower in a way that makes him look younger and grumpier than he has any right to.
you’re sitting on the bed, cross-legged, watching him through the open door.
he catches your eye in the mirror and immediately narrows his.
toothbrush still in his mouth, he says, “what.”
you smile.
his suspicion doubles. “don’t smile like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re about to ask for some weird shit.”
“put the suit on.”
he stops brushing.
you can actually see the words register. they move across his face in stages: confusion, disbelief, offense, and then the horrible, dawning realization that you are dead serious.
he spits into the sink. “no.”
“you didn't even think about it.”
“you said put the suit on.”
“yeah.”
“so, no.”
“katsuki.”
“absolutely fuckin’ not.”
you tilt your head at him, still smiling sweetly, and it is cheap. it is shameless. it works anyway, because his shoulders tense like he’s bracing himself for impact.
“baby,” you say.
he points the toothbrush at you. “don’t.”
“i just want to see it.”
“you’ve seen it.”
“not on purpose.”
“you saw it yesterday.”
“you were bleeding yesterday.”
“yeah, and?”
“and i was busy being mad.”
“you’re always busy bein’ mad lately.”
“because you’re spider-man.”
“keep your voice down,” he hisses, glancing toward the hallway like aiya— in her six month old glory— is going to rise from her crib and report him to the authorities.
you grin wider. “put the suit on.”
“why?”
you blink at him.
he stares back.
a second passes.
another.
then his mouth drops open just slightly, like he has finally, belatedly, realised that the woman who had his child is, in fact, still capable of wanting him so badly it becomes everyone’s problem.
“no,” he says again, weaker this time.
“yes.”
“it’s not—” he drags a hand down his face. “it’s not for that.”
“i know.”
“it’s work gear.”
“i know.”
“it’s dirty.”
“is it dirty right now?”
“no.”
“then put it on.”
“you’re fuckin’ unbelievable.”
“please?”
he groans like you’ve asked him to jump into traffic. which is rich, honestly, considering his usual hobby.
but he goes.
because he is impossible and stubborn and a liar and currently still on thin ice with you, but he is also whipped down to the marrow. you hear him open the narrow cupboard in the hallway. the quiet scrape of the false back he thought you didn’t notice after you found out. a zipper. fabric. muttering.
“stupid,” he says from the hall.
“love you.”
you settle back against the pillows, biting the inside of your cheek so you don’t laugh too loudly and wake the baby. the monitor crackles once, just static, and both of you freeze out of habit.
nothing.
then katsuki appears in the doorway.
and you forget every single thing you were about to say.
because it is one thing to know.
it is another thing entirely to see him standing there in your bedroom, mask off, hair a mess from tugging it on, the suit sealed up to his throat and clinging to every brutal, familiar line of him.
it’s not shiny. not exactly. more matte, more practical, dark red and black with webbing worked into the fabric, reinforced at the shoulders and ribs. there are seams you never would’ve noticed on the news. small armored panels along his forearms. the faint outline of hidden web cartridges at his wrists. a tear near his thigh that’s been repaired messily by hand, probably his, because he never lets anyone touch his things unless they’re you or aiya, and even then he complains the whole time.
your eyes drop.
his hands immediately move in front of his crotch.
“nope.”
you blink back up at him. “what are you doing?”
“what’re you doin’?”
“looking.”
“yeah. stop.”
“no.”
“baby.”
“move your hands, boy.”
his face goes red so fast it’s actually beautiful.
“fuck off.”
“katsuki.”
“no.”
you sit up straighter, interest sharpening. “are you embarrassed?”
“i’m annoyed.”
“you’re covering yourself.”
“because you’re lookin’ at me like that!”
“like i love you?”
“like you wanna eat me.”
“also love.”
“not helpin’.”
you crawl to the edge of the bed on your knees, and his gaze dips before he can stop it. you’re only in one of his old shirts and underwear, hair still loose from your shower, skin warm from the lamp beside the bed. you know exactly what you look like. you know he knows. he swallows like he hates that you know.
“turn around,” you say.
“jesus christ.”
“turn.”
“no.”
“i had your baby.”
he glares. “you can’t use that for everythin’.”
“watch me.”
“that’s manipulation.”
“that’s motherhood.”
he shuts his eyes for a second, jaw working, then turns around with the stiff, humiliated dignity of a man being led to execution.
you make a sound.
you really don’t mean to.
it’s small. barely anything. just a little breath punched out of you because the suit is tight over his back and tighter over his thighs, and his ass is, frankly, a public safety hazard.
his head snaps around. “don’t.”
“i didn’t say anything.”
“you made a noise.”
“i have lungs.”
“you have problems.”
“yes. one of them is standing in my room dressed like japan’s sluttiest arachnid.”
he turns back so fast you almost laugh. “never say that again.”
“spider-suki.”
“no.”
“spider-man.”
“no.”
“daddy long legs.”
“fuck no.”
he’s trying so hard to be irritated that it wraps all the way around into adorable. his hands are back in front of himself, shoulders hunched, mouth in that pout he pretends is a scowl. and the worst part is, you know him too well. you can see the exact second embarrassment gives way to want. the way his breathing changes. the way his eyes keep catching on your mouth. the way he shifts his weight like he thinks it’ll hide what the suit is already starting to make painfully obvious.
you smile.
his eyes narrow. “don’t.”
“move your hands.”
“no.”
“let me see.”
“it looks stupid.”
“i’ll be the judge of that.”
“i don’t usually have a fuckin’ boner in the suit.”
“i’m not laughing.”
you press your lips together.
he points at you immediately. “don’t laugh.”
“you are. i should web your mouth shut.”
you light up. “can you?”
“wrong thing to say to you. forget i said it.”
“move your hands.”
“you’re evil.”
“yeah.”
he does.
not all at once. not confidently. he drags his hands away like he’s physically suffering for it, eyes cutting to the ceiling, cheeks red, mouth pulled into a miserable little line.
and you look.
because of course you do.
because that is your boyfriend. the father of your child. the man who washes bottles at two in the morning and warms your cold hands under his shirt and comes home bruised and lies badly and loves you so hard he almost ruins it trying to keep you safe.
and he is standing in front of you in a suit that leaves very little to the imagination.
your throat goes dry.
“oh,” you say softly.
he groans. “see? stupid.”
“not the word i was going to use.”
“don’t get poetic about my dick. i will leave.”
“no, you won’t.”
he doesn’t.
you reach for him, and he comes closer immediately, helpless as gravity. one step. then another. until he’s standing between your knees at the edge of the bed, still tense, still trying to hold on to the last scraps of dignity while you run your fingers over his waist.
the material is warm from his body.
that surprises you.
you thought it would feel colder. more removed from him somehow. like a costume. like a wall between what he does out there and what he is in here.
but it isn’t.
under your hands, it’s just katsuki.
your katsuki.
the hard plane of his stomach under your palm. the hitch in his breath when your fingers press into the seam at his hip. the little twitch in his jaw when you look up at him through your lashes.
“i should’ve known,” you murmur.
the teasing leaves his face. “what?”
you slide both hands around him, palms flattening against his back, feeling him stiffen at the tenderness of it. “i know your body too well.”
his gaze drops to you.
you trace one of the repaired seams near his ribs. “this one. you came home with a bruise here and told me you fell at the gym.”
“i did fall.”
“off a building?”
he says nothing. you touch his shoulder. “and here. you said you pulled something boxing.”
“kind of did.”
“fighting crime is not boxing.”
“close enough.”
“you’re so stupid.”
his mouth softens. “yeah.”
“and i’m still mad.”
“i know.”
“furious, actually.”
“i know.”
“but also...” your fingers hook into the suit at his waist. “you look really good.”
his eyes flick away like he can’t bear that.
which is absurd, because katsuki is not shy. he is loud in every room he enters. he argues with microwaves. he threatens furniture when he stubs his toe. he walks around shirtless in summer like he was built specifically to ruin your life and feels smug when he catches you looking.
but this is different.
this is the secret part of him.
this is the body you know wrapped in the life he hid.
so when your hands keep moving, slower now, reverent despite yourself, his mouth opens on a breath that doesn’t become words.
“baby,” he says eventually, very low.
“hm?”
“you gotta stop lookin’ at me like that.”
“why?”
“because i’m tryin’ to be good.”
the room seems to shrink around you.
the baby monitor hums on the nightstand. somewhere outside, a car passes over wet pavement. the whole city keeps moving, completely unaware that spider-man is standing in your bedroom, asking for mercy from the mother of his child.
you lean forward and press your mouth to his stomach through the suit.
his hand flies to the back of your head.
not pushing. not holding you there.
just touching. like he has to anchor himself to you by touch alone.
“fuck,” he whispers.
you look up. “take it off.”
his thumb drags once over your hair. “thought you wanted it on.”
“i wanted to look.”
“yeah?”
“now i’m done looking.”
that does it.
something in him changes. not loud. not sudden. just a shift, like a lock turning.
his hand slides from your hair to your jaw, tipping your face up. his eyes are dark and soft and still a little scared around the edges, because this is new. not you wanting him. not him wanting you. that part is old as breathing.
this is you wanting all of him now that you know.
the liar. the hero. the idiot on the couch. the man in the suit. the father who catches aiya before she falls, sometimes before she even starts to tip.
“say it proper,” he murmurs.
you smile. “i want you.”
he kisses you.
it is not gentle for long. it starts that way, maybe. a brush, a question, his mouth warm and mint-clean from the bathroom. but then your fingers pull at the sealed edge of the suit and his control snaps with an almost audible thing, his hand bracing on the mattress beside your thigh, the other cupping your face as he bends over you.
you pull him closer until he has to climb onto the bed, one knee sinking into the sheets, the suit creaking softly with the movement.
“zipper’s in the back.”
then he stops.
you blink up at him. “what?”
you stare.
he stares back, already humiliated. then you burst into the quietest, most violent laugh of your life.
“don’t,” he hisses.
you clap a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking.
“it’s not funny.”
“spider-man can’t get naked.”
“i can get naked.”
“not alone, apparently.”
“it’s a security design.”
“you need mommy to unzip you?”
his eyes flash. “careful.”
your laugh cuts off into something else.
he notices. of course he notices. his head tilts, just a little, interest sharpening like a blade.
“oh?” he says.
“shut up.”
“that do somethin’ for you?”
“you’re literally stuck in your superhero onesie.”
“and you’re still wet about it.”
you kick at him. he catches your ankle easily, grinning now, finally getting some of his footing back.
“turn around.”
“bossy.”
“turn around before aiya wakes up and ruins your life.”
that gets him moving.
he sits on the edge of the bed with his back to you, and you kneel behind him. the suit is even better up close, which is unfair. there are tiny scratches in the black patterning, a place near the nape that’s been torn and resewn, the faint smell of clean fabric and him. you find the hidden zipper between his shoulder blades and drag it down slowly.
too slowly, apparently, because his head drops forward.
“baby.”
“what?”
“don’t tease.”
you press a kiss to the back of his neck.
he goes quiet.
for all his strength, he is so easy there. so vulnerable when you touch the places he cannot watch you touch. your mouth at his neck, your hands on his shoulders, peeling the suit down inch by inch until his skin is bare under your palms.
you stop at the edge of a bruise blooming yellow near his ribs.
your chest tightens.
“katsuki.”
“old one.”
“how old?”
“couple days.”
“you didn’t tell me.”
“didn’t tell you a lotta shit.”
“that is not charming honesty.”
“wasn’t tryin’ to be.”
you kiss the bruise anyway. soft. once.
his breath catches.
“you’re still on the couch after this,” you whisper against his skin.
he huffs. “figured.”
“for a week.”
“three days.”
“five.”
“four.”
“six for negotiating.”
he turns his head, glaring over his shoulder. “that’s not how that works.”
“it is in my house.”
“our house.”
“my house until i forgive you.”
his mouth twitches. “mean ass woman.”
“lying ass spider.”
he twists suddenly, pulling you forward with one arm, and you squeak before remembering to be quiet. the two of you freeze, eyes shooting to the baby monitor.
static. nothing else.
katsuki whispers, “you’re gonna wake her up.”
“you just manhandled me.”
“me?”
“yeah, you.”
“quietly.”
“you’re so annoying.”
“you love me.”
“maybe a little.”
he kisses you again, smiling into it this time, and the suit gets lost somewhere around his waist, then his thighs, then the floor. there’s a clumsy, stifled struggle with one ankle that nearly makes you laugh again until he bites your shoulder through his own shirt and mutters, “one sound and i’m puttin’ it back on.”
“threatening me with a good time.”
“you’re insane.”
“you knew that before.”
“knew it before i knocked you up, too.”
heat blooms low in your stomach. his eyes catch it.
your hand tightens around his bicep. “should do it again.”
for a second, the whole room goes still.
not because he doesn’t understand.
because he does.
because aiya is asleep down the hall, and your body remembers her. the ache, the weight, the long nights, the softness of her head under your chin, the impossible terror of loving something that small. it remembers katsuki kneeling beside the bed with a newborn tucked against his bare chest, whispering promises to both of you like he could scare the world into behaving if he growled hard enough.
his hand spreads over your stomach.
careful. reverent.
“yeah?” he says, voice rough.
you nod.
he bends until his forehead rests against yours. “you sure?”
“i’m sure.”
“not just because you’re freakin’ out over the suit?”
“that is a factor.”
he snorts.
you smile, sliding your arms around his neck. “but no. not just that.”
his thumb strokes once, slow, over your stomach.
“aiya’s gonna be pissed.”
“aiya’s six months old.”
“she’s possessive.”
“she gets that from you.”
“damn right.”
you kiss him before he can say anything else stupid, and he follows you down into the bed with an instinct that feels older than the secret, older than the suit, older than the hurt still waiting for both of you in the morning.
for now, he is warm and heavy over you, bare skin against bare skin, one hand braced carefully near your head like he still thinks he might crush you after all these years. you pull him closer anyway. you always do.
“couch tomorrow,” you whisper against his mouth.
“yeah, yeah.”
“and we’re still talking.”
“yeah.”
“and you’re teaching me how the web thingy works.”
“absolutely not.”
“katsuki.”
“fine.”
“and i’m putting the suit on once.”
his head lifts.
you blink innocently.
“no,” he says.
“yes.”
“no.”
“it’s only fair.”
“you wearin’ that suit is how we end up with an army of brats.”
you gasp. “so you agree.”
“i agree you’re awful.”
the baby monitor crackles.
both of you freeze again, half tangled, half laughing, entirely caught.
aiya sighs.
katsuki lowers his forehead to your shoulder in silent, desperate prayer.
you bite your lip so hard you almost hurt yourself.
after a long moment, he whispers, “still asleep.”
“spider-sense?”
“dad sense.”
you soften before you can stop yourself. he feels it. lifts his head. the grin is gone now, replaced with something quieter. something open and tired and so painfully full of love that you almost hate him for making you feel it while you’re still furious.
“i’m sorry,” he says.
no defence. no excuse.
just that.you touch his cheek.
“i know.”
“i’ll tell you everythin’.”
“you better.”
“everythin’.”
you hold him there, fingers sliding into his hair, the city outside wet and glowing and alive around you. somewhere in it, there are rooftops he knows better than streets. alleys where he has bled alone. people he has saved without you knowing. versions of him you are only just beginning to meet.
but this version is yours.
in your bed. in your arms. warm, embarrassed, breathing hard against your throat.
“katsuki?”
“hm?”
“make another baby with me.”
he goes still for one heartbeat.
then his mouth finds yours again, and this time there is nothing funny about it.
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cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
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