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Before you could leave, Izuku's hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. His grip was firm but not painful, and there was an intensity in his eyes that went beyond simple fatigue.

"Stay," he said, his voice lower than before.

"Izuku, you have a meeting," you reminded him gently.

"I know." He pulled you closer, his free hand sliding up the back of your thigh, disappearing under the hem of your sundress. "That's why I need you to stay."

Your breath hitched as his fingers traced patterns on your skin. "But they'll see me..."

"Camera's off," he countered, his eyes darkening with desire. "And even if it wasn't, they'd only see you from the waist up if you stay right here." He patted his lap invitingly. "Come on. It'll be more interesting than budget allocations."

You hesitated for only a moment before giving in, straddling his lap as he requested. His hands immediately went to your hips, pulling you flush against him as he captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured against your mouth. "Ever since you left for work this morning."

"You saw me an hour ago," you reminded him, though your body was already responding to his touch.

"An hour too long," he growled, his hands roaming your curves possessively.

The computer chimed again, a more insistent alert this time. Izuku pulled back just enough to click the accept button, his expression shifting seamlessly into something calm and professional.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Thanks for joining," he said, his voice warm and steady. Then he muted himself and turned back to you, the mask slipping just enough to reveal the hunger beneath. "Now. Where were we?"

His fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning his fly and freeing his already hard length. He positioned you above him, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear. With one deliberate motion, he pushed the damp cotton aside and pulled you down onto him in a single, smooth thrust.

You gasped, the sound escaping before you could stop it.

Izuku's hand came up immediately, one finger pressing gently against your lips. "Shh," he breathed, his eyes locked on yours. "Not a sound. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, biting your lip hard as he began to guide your hips into a slow, deep rhythm.

"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise sent a shiver down your spine.

The meeting continued in the background, but Izuku's attention was split with practiced ease. He unmuted himself briefly to greet another arriving department head, his voice betraying nothing. "Tanaka-sensei, good to have you with us. We were just about to discuss the preliminary budget proposals."

Then he muted again, and his eyes were back on you—dark, focused, hungry.

His hands slid up your thighs, gathering the fabric of your sundress as it bunched around your waist. He watched intently as the material rode higher with every movement of your hips, revealing more of your skin inch by inch. The contrast was intoxicating—his expression calm and composed above the collar, but below the desk, he was buried deep inside you, his fingers gripping your hips with bruising intensity.

"You're doing so well," he whispered, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down in slow, deliberate circles. "Staying so quiet for me."

You whimpered, the sound barely audible, but his eyes flickered with warning.

"I said not a sound," he reminded you, his voice soft but firm. He unmuted himself again, responding to something said on the call. "I agree that the first-year students would benefit from more durable equipment. The repair costs have increased significantly this past year."

Muted. His attention snapped back to you, and the shift was dizzying.

"Look at you," he breathed, his eyes trailing down to where your bodies joined. "Riding me so perfectly while I'm trying to work. You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted me to take you right here where anyone could catch us?"

You couldn't form words, could only nod as you continued to move above him, the pleasure building with every deep stroke.

His hands moved from your hips to the hem of your sundress, slowly pushing it higher. Up over your stomach, over your ribs, until the fabric bunched above your breasts, exposing them completely. His eyes drinking in the sight of you—flushed, trembling, barely holding yourself together.

"There," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your bare breasts, watching them bounce with every movement of your hips. "That's what I wanted to see."

He reached up to cup one breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipple. "But you're struggling to stay quiet, aren't you?"

Before you could answer, he gathered the bunched fabric of your sundress and brought it to your lips.

"Bite," he said, his voice low and leaving no room for argument.

You opened your mouth and sank your teeth into the soft cotton, the fabric muffling the moan that escaped as he thrust up into you particularly deep.

"Better," he said, satisfied.

He unmuted himself again, his voice shifting effortlessly back to that warm, professional tone. "Before we move on to the second-year training proposals, I'd like to revisit the urban simulation course requirements. The current program doesn't adequately prepare students for high-density environments."

His thumb returned to your clit as he spoke, rubbing tight circles that made your thighs tremble. You gripped his shoulders for support, the sundress still clamped between your teeth as you rode him faster, desperate for release.

"The collaboration between hero and support students has shown promising results," Izuku continued on the call, his voice never wavering even as his hips rose to meet yours. "But we need more structured opportunities for them to work together."

Muted. His eyes met yours, and the raw desire in them made your breath catch.

"You're close," he observed, not a question. His hand left your clit to grip your chin, tilting your face toward him. "I can feel it. You want to come so badly, don't you?"

You nodded frantically, the fabric still muffling any sound.

"Then come for me," he commanded, his thumb returning to your clit with renewed pressure. "Right now. While I'm still on this call. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

The command was all you needed. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body clenching around him as you bit down hard on the sundress to keep from crying out. Izuku watched every second of it, his eyes dark with satisfaction as you trembled and shook above him.

"That's it," he breathed, his hips thrusting up to meet yours as he chased his own release. "So perfect. So—"

His words cut off as he found his own climax, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he spilled inside you. For a brief moment, his composure cracked entirely, a low groan escaping his lips before he caught himself.

He took a breath. Then another. Then he unmuted himself.

"My apologies," he said smoothly, his tone perfectly measured. "Technical difficulties with the microphone. Could you repeat that last point?"

You stayed in his lap as the meeting continued, his softening cock still inside you, your sundress still clutched between your teeth. His hand moved to your bare back, tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he discussed curriculum changes and budget allocations with the same gentle, kind tone he always used.

When the call finally ended, he let out a long breath and gently pulled the fabric from your mouth. He tugged the sundress back down over your body, the soft cotton settling against your skin like a gentle exhale.

"You did so well," he murmured, cupping your face in both hands and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. The contrast was almost jarring—the dominant man from moments ago replaced by your sweet, caring husband. "Are you okay? Was that too much?"

You shook your head, still catching your breath. "No. It was... intense. But good."

His smile was soft, almost shy, as if he hadn't just taken you apart on a work call. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know," you said, leaning into his touch. "I love you too."

"Good." He pressed another kiss to your lips, gentle this time. "Now go take your shower. I'll clean up here and maybe actually finish those evaluations."

You laughed, climbing off his lap on unsteady legs, smoothing the sundress over your thighs as you steadied yourself. "Try not to start any international incidents while I'm gone."

"No promises," he called after you, his eyes following you appreciatively as you left the room.

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You silently study your friends, a familiar pain settling in your chest. They look so good together — so loving, so completely in tune with one another. It makes you a little sad, honestly, because nowadays it feels impossible to find something genuine.

They got lucky when they found each other in highschool and they just let their connection grow naturally over the years. It's the kind of rarity that is unreachable now.

“You guys are the proof that something healthy and lasting actually exists,” you admit, your voice softening as you look at them.

“I envy what you two have, but in the most loving and positive way possible. Like, you are literally two of the most amazing people anyone could ever date. I don't even know how you two made it work for so long.”

Wanting to shake off the heavy mood, you turn your attention towards the brownies. You lean forward to take the plate and start eating, completely missing the look that passes between the couple.

It’s a knowing glance. A 'we better do it now' type of look.

Because your eyes are fixed on your food, you completely miss the way the air in the room suddenly shifts. The comfortable air disappears, and both of them grow visibly stiffer.

“You know…” Ochako starts, her voice a little quieter now, drawing your attention back up. “We have been thinking about something, and I don’t want to freak you out. We are asking you this because we trust you, and we go way back.”

You slow down your chewing as your brows furrow. You can't quite read the sudden turn the conversation has taken. Both of them have gone completely serious, wearing expressions you’ve never really seen on them before.

“What is going on?” you ask, swallowing the last bite of brownie and carefully setting the plate back on the table.

“You wondered how we are still together… even after all this time,” Ochako explains, shifting her weight and avoiding a straight answer. “We let ourselves try new stuff for example.”

Your brow lines deepen. “New stuff? Like what?”

Ochako pauses, looking back at Katsuki. He’s tense, his jaw set tighter than he intended. His gaze holds hers, conveying something private that only she understands, and after a moment, she nods quietly.

“Guys… seriously, what is happening?” You tense up in your seat, an anxious knot forming in your stomach.

Ochako takes a breath. “We have been thinking about… looking for a third person.”

There is a heavy silence that follows.

“Oh.” You blink, the word falling flat out of your mouth, clearly taken aback by her words.

“Yeah…” Ochako nods, carefully analyzing your reaction. “And we want you to… uhm…”

She makes a pause as she shifts again in her seat.

“We—“

“You want me to look for someone on your behalf? That’s why you said you trust me, right?” you offer quickly, the pieces suddenly clicking in your head.

Ochako’s expression softens into pity, while Katsuki lets out a deep, exhausted sigh.

“Don’t worry, guys,” you assure them with a smile. “You can count on me to find someone good for—”

“You are the someone that we want, dumbass,” Katsuki snaps, his patience running out. His annoyed tone earns him an instant slap to the arm from Ochako.

“Don’t say it like that!” she scolds, and he rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath.

The two of them launch into banter about how he completely ruined the approach, but you can’t be bothered by it. You sit completely still, the sound of their bickering fading into the background as you get lost in your own head.

Your mind races, trying to process what they are actually asking. They want you to become a part of their world. The intimate and private world of their relationship. You can't understand why or what made them choose you. Sure, you’ve known them a long time, but there are plenty of options out there. Even better options—

“Hey. Stop overthinking it. You have that stupid look on your face.”

Suddenly, Katsuki is right there. He flicks your forehead, the sharp sting snapping you right out of your trance.

“Ouch! Did you really have to—” You rub the sore spot, turning to glare at him, but the words die right in your throat.

He has shifted down the couch, moving to sit right next to you. He extends his arm casually, placing it along the back of the sofa — so close it’s practically brushing your shoulders. Katsuki always takes up space when he sits, spreading his legs wide, but right now, his proximity is doing things to your heart rate that you don't want to admit.

Your eyes involuntarily drop from his face, tracing down the line of his chest until your gaze lands squarely on his lap. Through the fabric of his sweatpants, the distinct print of his dick is impossible to miss. A sudden flash of warmth hits your face, making you lick your lips without meaning to.

“Are you okay?” Ochako’s voice calls out from the other side of the table, pulling your eyes away.

She has a worried expression, her mouth moving as she explains something else to you, but you can’t focus on a single syllable.

All you can look at is the way her plump lips move. Your gaze then slips lower, tracing down the exposed skin of her neck to where her V-neck shirt dips low. The cut offers a perfect view of her chest — full, soft, and shifting slightly with every movement of her hands.

“…just let us know what you think about it,” she finishes on a gentle voice.

You blink at her, totally confused, the sudden realization hitting you: you haven’t heard a single word of her explanation.

“Uhm… sorry,” you apologize, a hot blush creeping up your neck as you look down at your own lap in shame.

“Oh, are you okay?”

She slides closer, leaning towards you. Before you can look up, she places her hand over your thigh.

The warmth of her palm seeps through your clothes, and your breath hitches.

The touch is higher up than a normal friend would ever place it. It isn't a reassuring pat, and it definitely isn't making you feel at ease. Her fingers rest a mere inch away from slipping right under the hem of your shorts and you are close to losing yourself.

Yep, not reassuring at all. And maybe, that is not her intention.

“I just— sorry, I haven’t paid attention to what you just said,” you say, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Oh, it’s alright, silly,” Ochako says with a sweet smile, but there's something carrying through her voice that sounds almost ironic. Something mocking.

Did you just imagine that?

“Actually… I was wondering how you could even hear me if you’re only staring at my tits,” she chuckles. When you look up, her eyes have a mean, playful glint in them.

“No— I didn’t—“

“Oh, I saw it too,” Katsuki’s voice chimes in right beside your ear, and you don’t even need to turn around to know he’s smirking. “And I also saw how you were staring at my lap,” he adds, making Ochako let out a faked, surprised gasp.

“Is it true?” she asks, looking entirely too curious as she suddenly shifts closer on the cushion. Her hand starts to slowly creep under the hem of your shorts.

What the hell is happening right now?

“I’m sorry, I am really… My head is just a mess right now,” you try to explain yourself, leaning back to put some distance between you and Ochako. You really don't like how fast your heart is beating, or how your pussy literally throbbed the second her fingers brushed your skin.

But as luck would have it, your back hits right against Katsuki’s chest, trapping you completely between the two of them with nowhere to escape.

His hands move up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place while his lips slowly drag against your earlobe, making your breath instantly catch in your throat.

“We can help you clear your head right now… also, we can see how well we work when it comes to intimacy,” she offers gently.

“It’s tiring to just sit here and deal with those feelings, right?” Ochako suggests, her hands moving to your hips, massaging the tight muscle to offer a bit of comfort.

“Wha— what?” you ask, completely caught off guard as your heart rate picks up even more. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea…”

Your mind instantly races to one thing: friends didn’t fuck each other.

This could easily ruin everything between the three of you, and you care about them way too deeply to risk that. You’d suffer so much if things went south. You need them in your life. Yeah, it is beyond tempting to have them this close to you, but should you really throw away years of solid friendship just for a selfish thought?

“It’s a very good idea, actually,” Ochako interrupts your spiraling train of thought.

“Me and Kats know you very well… on all levels. We know what you like.” She leans in a bit closer, her hand raising up until her fingers dip slowly under your shorts again, making you jolt slightly on the spot.

Your face must be completely red by now.

Your chest heaves as you look back and forth between them, still trying to think straight… yeah… let’s actually weigh the options here. The good part? You are one hundred percent sure you’d receive the absolute best sex of your entire life. The bad part? Your friendship could get totally ruined.

It is so hard to make a rational decision when you’ve always found both of them ridiculously hot, and them together as a couple is even hotter. You’ve heard their drunk stories about the crazy sex they have and how creative they get in bed. Should you really throw away a friendship just to see what being loved like that actually feels like?

“You’re worrying way too much about it,” Ochako says softly, your flushed face giving her every single answer she needs.

“You really think we didn’t consider the bad outcomes before bringing this up?” Katsuki asks, sounding amused. “Nothing is going to change between us. If anythin’? It’s just gonna get better.”

Yeah.

How silly of you to panic.

Of course they thought this through. It’s a huge decision for them too. They wouldn’t have just proposed the idea if they hadn’t already weighed the risks.

You pause for a moment, letting the silence stretch.

Then—

“…okay. Let’s do that…” you finally reply.

Ochako’s smile instantly grows bigger, and Katsuki’s grip on your waist tightens, pulling you back tighter against him.

“I knew you’d see it my way…” she winks at you playfully. “If you want to stop at any time, you just let us know.”

“I will,” you nod, almost impatient now.

“That’s a good girl,” Ochako whispers against your lips before dragging you into a kiss by your hips.

Despite how friendly and kind she always acts in daily life, her way of kissing completely takes your breath away. She doesn't start slow or gentle at all, she immediately bites down on your lower lip and shoves her tongue straight into your mouth, making you moan right against her lips.

You get way too lost in her kiss to notice Bakugou’s calloused hand creeping up your cheek until he gently forces your head to turn towards him, pulling you into a deep kiss of his own. You breathe hard through your nose, whimpering and moaning against his mouth while Ochako drags her mouth down to your neck, immediately starting to suck and leave marks on your skin.

Her sharp little bites make you jump and instinctively rub your hips back against Katsuki’s crotch, earning a low grunt from him. He pushes his hips back against your ass in response, making you gasp and pull away from his lips.

“F-fuck,” Katsuki gasps out, still grinding his dick right against your ass through his pants while you rest your head back on his shoulder to give Ochako better access to your neck.

“Can we keep going?” Ochako asks carefully as she tilts her head up, her lips red, swollen, and plump from kissing you so hard.

“Please,” you nod weakly, completely at their mercy.

“Good,” she smiles, looking deeply satisfied, though her eyes carry an unreadable, dark edge.

“Let’s get these off,” she says in a cool, commanding tone you never thought she possessed, her hands moving directly to your shirt.

She grabs the hem and effortlessly pulls it right over your head, while Katsuki’s hands move down to the waist of your shorts, quickly unbuttoning them. You eagerly slide your legs out of them, and he lets out a low chuckle against your neck.

“Excited, huh?” he teases, his voice gruff and deep as his lips brush your ear again.

“Shut up,” you whine, making Ochako chuckle softly.

She starts kneading your bare breasts in her palms, pushing her own chest flush against yours and making you let out a deep sigh.

She catches your mouth again, pulling you into another messy kiss, spit dribbling down your chin as she bites and sucks on your tongue. Your hands immediately fly up to her hair, gripping the soft strands and pulling her closer as you let her scent completely invade you.

She parts her legs and sits herself right on your thigh, starting to grind her clothed pussy against your leg while she keeps kissing you senseless.

Katsuki moves behind you, one of his large hands slipping down into your underwear to start rubbing your clit, making you jump a little. The sudden movement causes Ochako to let out a loud moan as the new angle hits her sensitive spot just right against your thigh.

His fingers drag lower until he finally parts your wet folds, grazing his fingertips over your sensitive skin and making you squirm all over again.

You pull one of your hands away from Ochako’s hair and reach around towards Katsuki, grabbing a handful of his blonde spikes to make him look up at you.

You pull away from Ochako's mouth for a second to catch your breath.

“C-can you two kiss?” you stammer out, your cheeks turning bright red the moment the request leaves your mouth.

Katsuki smirks up at you.

“Would that turn you on?” he teases, whispering it right against your skin.

“Yes,” you admit, lazily resting your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder.

Ochako smirks knowingly but doesn’t say a word. Her hand reaches up to grab the front of Katsuki’s shirt, pulling him straight into her.

You watch, completely fascinated, as their lips collide right in front of you. You watch their tongues slide in and out of each other's mouths, taking in every single bite, every wet lick, and every low moan that escapes their throats while they make out right over you.

Your breath catches when you suddenly feel Ochako’s hand slide down your stomach and into your underwear. Her finger grazes Katsuki’s, guiding his hand to line up at your entrance —which is already leaking and completely slippery for them.

You feel two entirely different sets of fingers nudging against your tight opening: one rough, thick, and the other smaller and softer.

You let out a deep moan as you feel them push inside you at the exact same time.

The wet sounds of their kisses, their low moans, and the rhythm of them moving inside you leaves you totally breathless and shaking on the couch.

Then, as if it isn’t already overwhelming enough, you feel Katsuki start kissing down your neck again, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, while Ochako wraps her warm lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking aggressively.

Her mouth completely swallows your breast while Katsuki uses his free hand to squeeze and knead the other one, all while they keep pumping their fingers in and out of your wet cunt, loud squelching sounds filling the quiet room.

You feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm as they hit your sweet spot over and over. Katsuki’s thick fingers are reaching deep inside you while Ochako’s keep pressure on your clit.

The intense rhythm finally drives you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure straight up your spine, as your vision becomes a bit blurry.

Your back arches off Katsuki’s chest as a strangled cry tears from your throat. Your walls clamp down hard around their fingers, pulsing uncontrollably.

“That’s it,” Katsuki mutters against your neck, his fingers working through the contractions to pull everything you have to offer.

Once you start coming down from your high, Ochako slowly pulls her fingers free, followed closely by Katsuki. She gently places a stray hair behind your ear as she leans closer. Her warm breath fans across your lips while you try to catch your breath.

but you know what that means, and the pout finds your face like a magnet. "but i'm too full to finish it myself." you glance around and ask if anyone else wants dessert, hoping to find a solution to your limited greed.

kaminari speaks up eagerly, "oh i'm down!"

you twist your lips to one side, "that doesn't really help me actually. i wanted to share with someone," you think of denki's endless pit of a stomach. "you can finish something yourself."

he shrugs with a smile knowing you're right, "i don't mind sharing. i can get something and we can split something else also."

you perk up at the idea but your attention is turned elsewhere when you feel a nudge to your side. light chatter continues amongst everyone else as they try to find a dessert spot, everyone suddenly intrigued by the idea. you look up and to your left to find your boyfriend looking at you very seriously with a furrow between his brows.

"i'll share with you, babe."

you tilt your head, "but you didn't want-"

he practically grunts his response to you, "don't be silly." his nicer way of telling you not to be dumb, only reserved for you. "we can share."

the emphasis on 'we' is slight but you notice it and it makes your lips curve up into a knowing smile. "really?" you tease lightly, "because kaminari doesn't mind if you don't want-"

"tch," his arm flexes unconsciously in your hold, "we're sharing."

you smile and lean into him, "mkay."

it hasn’t just been tonight. recently, things just haven’t been the same. maybe your four year relationship has run its course… you’re even suspicious he’s cheating on you. your three times a week meet-ups and sleepovers have swindled down to one, with excuses of work or prior engagements. whenever he is with you, he’s always on his phone, typing away or stuffing it into his pocket when you walk into the room. in the car is usually when you’d chat and laugh, catching up on each other's days. that has become a one sided interview of you asking him questions while his mind is so clearly elsewhere. he replies with one liners or asking you to repeat yourself three times before you give up.

you saw your life with katsuki, forever and always. as someone who’s never cared for marriage growing up, katsuki has been the first person who’s made you imagine that day. handsome in his suit at the end of the aisle, most likely crying and swearing too many times in his speech.

but recently those thoughts of forever have come crashing down quicker than you can handle.

“or a break? just some time apart,” you take a deep breath, you’re trying your best to make eye contact in this busy restaurant. a date he’s finally put together after weeks. “i just need time apart.”

you’re at your limit! you want to scream. i’m sure you’re cheating on me! you’re always so secretive on your phone!

but you’ve already grieved so much privately that you’re exhausted at this point.

“baby, what?” you can tell he doesn’t know where to start, but it’s satisfying to see him looking anything but sly or holding something back. 

his eyes are wide, the red veins visible like he’s already cried his heart out. you notice his fingers, dying to grab you from across the table. he pushes his plate to the side.

“what have i done? why d’you want one? speak to me here.”

his voice cracks on the last word but he catches himself by sitting up straight, giving up on his internal battle and grabbing your hand across the table. it all breaks your heart, causing you to look away from him.

you clench your eyes shut, “we’ve not been the same recently and i’m not accusing you of anything but i’m so sure you’re keeping a secret from me.”

you yank your hand away from him, looking him in the eye. “you’re always texting on your phone and i know when you’re lying, katsuki. i ask you who it is and you say deku or kiri, but i know it’s not.”

even now, you can tell you caught him out. you think he’s stopped breathing, no words coming out his mouth as his lips part. then his shoulders slump and his hand comes up to rub roughly at his face. he mutters into his palm but you can’t hear a thing.

“i can’t believe… fuck. i’m not fuckin’ cheatin’ on you. i’d never do that shit. you hear me? i’d never.” he grits his teeth.

you don’t reply, just continuing to blink at him.

“yn, baby. i love you. i wouldn’t do that to you.” he presses, desperate to hold you or bring you home to talk privately. or just for you to understand him.

“i do know katsuki. well, i think i do but recently everything has been so weird between us.” you sigh, looking down at your matching untouched soup, “we haven’t been together as much as usual. it feels like your mind is always elsewhere when we’re together. you’re always anxious and texting before we go out. i hate it. i want to go back to how we were.”

you’re about to start whining at him. “i’ve missed giggling, sex and flirting with you. everything feels so serious and i don’t know why.”

you don’t cry, you’ve cried about this for the past week before coming to this decision. “i think we should break up.”

bakugou grabs your hand from across the table, refusing to let go even when you lightly tug. 

“we’re not breakin’ up.” he says sternly, “i’m fuckin’ this all up, i know i am. i know i’ve been weird as hell recently. i can’t tell you why though.”

you scrunch your nose like a bad smell has wafted in. “why can’t you tell me?”

“i just can’t. it’s for a good reason though. promise.” he pleads, forcing a smile on his face but it only comes out awkward, bordering on scary. too much teeth, eyebrows raised.

you shake your head, “no, no. i’ve been crying over you, over our relationship for the past week now. you either tell me now or i’m gone, katsuki.” you frown harsher, breaths shaky. “you’re cheating, aren’t you?”

“i said i’m not! i’d never do that shit—,” he scoffs, disgusted at the idea. 

“show me your phone!” you demand, again yanking your hand away from him and instead, holding out your palm. 

bakugou pauses, swears under his breath. the pro hero is flustered, hair a mess from taking his hand through it repeatedly.  “i know how this looks. i can’t—.”

“then we’re over.”

bakugou practically growls across the table as you cross your arms. “no we’re not. i fuckin’ love you. i’ve been all over the place recently but just wait—“

you roll your eyes, “wait for what? i’m hearing words with no meaning, katsuki.” 

without releasing a single tear, you rise to your feet. “i’ll see you later to pick up my stuff. goodbye—,”

“for fucks sake. fine. sit your ass down. i’ll tell you. don’t say shit to me after.” bakugou crosses his muscled arms in his crisp white shirt across his chest.

“depends on what you show me,” you mutter but bakugou levels your stare.

“sit down, baby.”

there’s always that certain something in your boyfriend's tone that makes you listen. the same tone that makes his agency listen to him, civilians and villains alike. for you there’s a wisp of care behind it, that he’s aware of how sensitive he’s made you as of recent.

you plop back down in silence.

“remember you’re askin’ to see this. don’t get mad once you see it.”

“you’re gonna show me the woman you’re cheating on me with and expect me not to get mad?” you’re petty now, waving away the waiter that’s about to walk over. “c’mon get on with it.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, “i should spank you for this. like hell i’d ever cheat on you.”

your eyes widen. it’s not the time for sexual jokes. “fuck off, katsuki.” you’re about to kick him under the table.

though he pulls out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it with his face and slides it across the table to you.

his home screen is a photo of you sitting on a picnic blanket in the park from last year. you’re smiling at him, a punnet of strawberries on your lap in a long gingham maxi dress.

your heart rattles against your chest. he isn’t so evil to make you read through the text messages with his secret lover is he?

“can you just tell me? i don’t want to read them.”

he shakes his head, “no or you’re still gonna think i’m fuckin’ around. look yourself.”

bakugou looks slumped. jutting his jaw to his phone.

you take a deep breath and you tap open his text messages. the green app opens into a load of chats. first being your chat with him, saying what time you’re going to arrive at his apartment. 

your heart skips a beat at the next name. a woman’s name.

“who the hell is…,”

then you read the next woman’s name.

“wait… are these my—,”

it’s your best friend, your childhood best friend. second on the list is another childhood friend of yours, not your shared friends with katsuki, but your friends.

next is momo and mina on the list.

then deku, kirishima, kaminari and shouto.

you frown up at your boyfriend, “why are you talking to my friends?”

but you don’t give him time to answer, tapping open the text messages with your best friend.

immediately, your hand flies to your mouth and just as quickly as you skim read the texts, you lock the phone.

“don’t show me anymore!” you whisper. “what the fuck, katsuki!”

bakugou grunts, staring at his stretched fingers. “that explain it? i’ve just been scared shitless. a fuckin’ pussy.”

you’re reacting like… like you just saw that he’s going to…

“you’re going to propose to me?” you say breathlessly, through your fingers.

“that was gonna be the plan if i could ever get the stupid words out or if you don’t break up with my dumbass before i can.” 

you stare at your handsome, gorgeous, love of your life across the table from you at this fancy restaurant. you have to wave away the waiter again who wants to take your dirty plates and stare down this beautiful man. despite it all, now the truth is out, he looks less anxious, as if a literal shiny diamond stone has fallen off his back.

“you were asking them if i’d want to get my nails done.”

he nods, arm resting on the length of the table as he slouches in his seat. bakugou struggles to make eye contact with you. instead he’s filled with embarrassment and rosy red cheeks. “yeah. i know you don’t get them done usually but i was thinkin’ of all the possibilities.”

“and you were double checking if i’d like the ring.”

his eyes dim, flickering over at you, “i know you’ll love it. just overthinkin’ everythin’.”

“you were asking if you should do it tonight.”

he sighs loud and dramatic, “every time i see you i ask them beforehand. one time you were wearing comfy clothes on a date so i thought you wouldn’t want it then ‘cause of photos, another time you were upset about work so that wasn’t the day. i was thinkin’ of takin’ you abroad somewhere but all our ‘places’ are in this city. then whether i should get professional photographers? i wanted to do it today, it’s the reason i’m sweatin’ through this goddamn shirt.”

you gasp, “i thought that was the guilt from cheating on me. i honestly thought you were going to break up with me. taking me out on one good last date before putting me down like a dog.”

“baby,” he lightly chuckles, then throws his head back, “guess it’s not a secret anymore. i fucked that up.”

you pout, “i still haven’t seen the ring, honey.”

bakugou lifts his head up and you rub your foot against his under the table, “i’m honey now?”

“you’re my sweet bumblebee.”

bakugou’s flushed cheeks don’t let up so he rolls his eyes in defence.

“what did mina and momo say?”

“askin’ them for advice. how they’d like to be proposed to. didn’t really matter ‘cause you’re not them. mina wants to it to happen on a yacht. she needs to get a man first.”

you kick his shin lightly, a small smile on your cheeks. “well i feel better now i know we’re not breaking up.”

“i felt like throwin’ up every time you’ve told me you’re on your way or i’ve been on my way to you. that’s why i’ve been so quiet. tryin’ not to blow up over my dashboard.” he curses, clicking his tongue and looking anywhere but your face.

finally, you let the waiter take your plates and you and katsuki really look at each other. it’s as if you both release a deep sigh from the pit of your stomach.

“sorry for thinking you were cheating on me.” you say, rubbing your foot along his shin.

“nah, i’d think i was too with the way i was actin’. i just want it to be fuckin’ right. everything you’ve dreamed of,” he rubs under his nose, a light pout on his lips as he talks.

“i never really dreamed of marriage so anything with you would be perfect, honey.” you soothe, then you frown, “does that mean you were trying for propose on the boat ride we went on last month? wait… do you have the ring on you now?”

bakugou subconsciously taps his slacks pocket. the velvet box right in there.

he’s got no time to reply because you’re already jumping halfway across the table, “let me see it, kats. let me see!”

“i’m not showin’ you now! you see it when i propose properly. i’m not proposin’ today. the moment’s gone.”

he’s acting like a grump, it makes you want to coo, grab his cheeks and kiss him all over. usually it’s him calming you down, telling you everything will be alright but what’s a relationship without shifting responsibilities?

“did you think i was going to say no?” you smile, your head resting in your palm.

bakugou still can barely look at you, especially with you beautifully smiling at him without a care in the world. he’s missed this with you, desperately. everything has been so painfully stressful regarding you because he needs to have it perfect. he couldn’t not have the proposal be perfect.

bakugou shrugs, an awkward laugh as he scratches his head, “well yeah, baby. there’s a possibility you don’t want my ass forever.”

“hm. okay.” you grin.

that gets him frowning, leaning over the table to get closer, “wait, you’d say yes. wouldn’t you?”

“i’ll let that be the surprise whenever you propose!”

“baby.”

“bakugou katsuki.”

“you’re gonna be a bakugou whether you like it or not.” he grunts and your giggles flow out uncontrollably.

“that’s the confidence we need, honey.” you hum and bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his jaw side to side as he stares you down. “but in all honestly, wait a little. you’re going to be nervous either way but just wait till you’re calmer. we’re in no rush.”

bakugou sighs. “can i ask you questions? so it’s perfect whenever i get the balls to do it.”

“ask away.”

“do you want your nails done?”

you shrug, “they hardly ever are so it’s okay if they’re not.”

bakugou jots that down mentally. “you’d want photographers, right? for your insta?”

that gets you laughing, “i would. do you have any right now waiting on your command?”

bakugou’s blush deepens, “sorta. i have one that’s about fifteen minutes away if i were to do it.”

your lips go into an o shape. “that’s cute, katsuki. wow.”

“i’ve prepared some stuff,” he says shyly, “i was gonna do it here. this is the first restaurant i took you to four years ago.”

you blink, taking in the space once again. this was the exact same booth also! he was stuttering away that day, swearing too much while you giggled at every other word he said. you were already obsessed with him. he was planning on already asking you to be his girlfriend.

“fuck. you didn’t even notice, did you?” he rubs his palm over his face.

“i was too focused on the fact that you were cheating on me!”

“i wasn’t!”

“i know that now!”

the waiter swiftly walks over sliding your mains over the table. the smile on your face stays, in fact you feel elated right now. the best you’ve ever been with katsuki. and katsuki, well. he feels like he failed a mission but gained you again along the way.

“no more proposal talk. i’ll sort it later. how’ve you been? really? i hate that this has made you cry. i’ll make it up to you.” he rambles, pulling your chair closer to the table by his foot. “gonna spend these next few days with you. apologise for everythin’.”

“i do miss kissing you.”

“i’ll kiss you all over. ‘m sorry.”

“and i miss going on casual dates and hearing about work and laying on the sofa doing nothing with you.”

bakugou nods, taking it all in. “we’ll go back to how we were. i missed you too.”

katsuki ends up proposing to you, completely unexpected, two months later. he told you it’s easier if you guys walk to the brunch spot he wants to take you to. so through the park, holding hands, bakugou rambles on, somewhat nervously about how much he loves you. you don’t think anything of it, already wanting to bring him in for a cuddle and a kiss. but everything switches when he drops onto one knee.

one by one your friends and family appear. getting up from benches and his friends, from behind trees.

there are two photographers that are present. just like you wanted. you’re going to have so many options for your instagram dump.

and when bakugou asks you the question, you give him the same answer you would have said months ago.

katsuki is way too big for your bed, the width of his shoulder covers half of your side and it’s something you should complain about… though you can’t when all that toned raw muscle cuddles you to his chest.

it’s quiet in your room, aside from the smacking of your lips, katsuki’s low grumbles that rumble from the pit of his stomach. then when he bites on your bottom lip, it’s a little whine that accidentally flutters out.

it’s a few seconds of staring at your sleepy lover in the dark while your lips are apart, breathless. your hand cups his cheeks and bakugou tugs you closer to him by your hip. you know he’s aroused, he struggles to hide it on a good day but in your bed with his guard down, he finds no reason to.

he squeezes your waist harshly, pushing out a shaky exhale from you like a squeaky toy.

“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, guttural like the truth is pulled out from him without his permission. being alone with you does this to him. has him struggling to lie and not say what’s on his mind. katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.

his skin is shiny from the expensive moisturiser you recommended, making him appear like a baby that just got doused in vaseline. luscious. healthy and stunning with his plucked eyebrows and scar right under his cheekbone.

“no, you are,” you reply, shutting him up by giving him another kiss.

it’s a leisurely kiss. you feel his jaw widen as he tilts his head over yours. your tongues tangle for fun, as if you’re playing a pointless game where you’re both going to win. bakugou manages to suck on yours and without meaning to another whine slips from you.

the only thing on your mind is bakugou katsuki.

you pull away from him, a quick peck on his lip before blinking at him.

“what?” katsuki breathes, tapping your ass cheek twice before resting back on your waist. then he decides to sneak his hand under your cami, his hand cosy under the fabric.

“what language do you think in?” you ask, running the pad of your thumb over his cheek scar. 

“why’re you thinkin’ about that?” he rubs his top lip on his septum then he grabs your hand off his face to kiss your thumb. he’s always transferring your love back to you.

you hum inconspicuously, “i’m thinking about you.”

“japanese, baby. then i translate in my head to talk to you.”

katsuki wants to go back to feeling his lips over yours, tasting every inch of you. but now he’s studying the sleepy sadness in your eyes, how you jut out your bottom lip like you’ve just been wronged.

you’re not wearing anything under your camisole so he’s able to run his thumb on the underside of your breasts. 

“what’s wrong with that?” he asks, trying to figure you out.

bakugou katsuki finds that having a girlfriend often means having to learn another new language. that when you tuck yourself away from him after an argument in the car, it means you want him to talk and not that you need space. that when you want to get dessert, he has to also say yes. you can’t get dessert alone, even if he doesn’t want any. 

you huff softly, running your hand down his bare stone carved chest to the rim of his cotton shorts.

“it sounds like a lot of work you have to do mentally to be with me. i want it to be easy.”

bakugou frowns. you’re disappointed, fucking heartbroken by the looks of it. he wants to laugh, how silly you can get when your unfiltered thoughts come out. you wouldn’t admit something like this during the day, you’d probably make a joke that he should be working his brain to keep up with you.

but you’re softened and closer to the dreamworld than you are on the bed with him.

“it’s not like that, princess. i don’t gotta think twice,” he half shrugs, “it’s not a conscious thing anymore. i just think and out my mouth is english. nothin’ deep.” 

you’re not having it, sighing to yourself, “i’m gonna get really good at japanese for you. i’m not bad at it.”

“your pronunciation is amazin’,” he smiles at you, ducking forward to kiss your lips.

“thanks,” you mumble, opting to feel him up instead.

your hand smooths up his chunky bicep, then down the deep chisels of his back. bakugou thinks you’ve moved on, that he can go back to smushing his face against your pretty one when you speak again.

“there’s a whole world in your head i don’t know about.”

you look at his necklace when you speak, an old gold chain of yours that you gave to him. it was too thick on you and it suits him perfectly. you tug on it, feeling each ridge between your fingers.

“hm?” he pushes you to explain.

“words that can’t translate. the dreams you must have. you know how you can read translated poetry and the notes about the poem are longer than the poem itself? that’s your head and i’m outside of it.” you whisper, holding onto his chain while you kiss him like you feel lonely. though he’s right there.

but bakugou doesn’t pout back. you’ve got him thinking.

“you should be an outsider when i’m with you and your friends or you and your family. i think i know english and then you’re saying words and phrases that i can’t understand. all sounds like gibberish to me.”

“that’s like made up words and slang. you’re still fluent. it’s not the same,” you poke back.

bakugou chuckles, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes. he pulls your hand to rest on the centre of his chest and he places his hand over yours. you feel the gentle patter of his heartbeat, it soothes you.

“‘m not fuckin’ fluent.”

you nudge closer to him, unable to not be all over him for a second. you sling your leg over his waist, hugging him to you and running your nose along his ear.

“yes you are. you know everything.” 

“you don’t know what it’s like to argue with you.”

that makes you pause which makes bakugou turn back on his side to look at you.

you purse your lips then relax, “what do you mean?”

“when you’re mad at me, you speak fast as hell, usually cussing me with words i’ve never thought to put together and you’re so quick with it. so fuckin’ quick.” 

you’re unsure how being quick is different to speaking fast.

bakugou can tell you’re still confused. “my brain just can’t keep up. like i’m still translatin’ the last sentence and now you’re tellin’ me to go fuck myself ‘cause i’m a shit piece.”

you giggle at that. piece of shit, he knows.

“i think you’re making excuses because i’m always right,” you play.

bakugou shrugs, “maybe baby. but it’s so fuckin’ hard. i know what i wanna say when we argue but then you’re already on to the next point and i haven’t answered the first and then ‘cause i’m not talkin’ ‘cause im tryin’ to think, you think i don’t care.”

it’s easier to talk about arguing when you’re not arguing. 

“oh kats. that makes me sad. i’ll be more patient—,”

“no, no. i wanna be able to handle it.” he squeezes your hand.

“it’s not something to handle. i see when you argue with kiri and deku. you’re quick then, even though i don’t know what you’re talking about,”

bakugou grins, “i do like when you call me a fuckin’ dickhead.” he mimics your accent, his own chesty chuckle falling out when you put your hand on his face and grimace loudly.

he kisses the centre of your palm and the tickle causes you to pull away.

“i’ll be better for you,” you whisper and bakugou shakes his head.

“no, i will.” you finalise. 

bakugou sighs softly, knowing your mind won’t change.

you chew the inside of your cheek, a sign you’re dying to speak.

“go on then, baby.” he smiles.

“english isn’t even a romantic language. nothing sounds pretty, if anything it’s a pretty evil language—,”

bakugou stuffs his head into your neck, pushing you back into the bed softly. he begins nibbling on a soft spot before resting his lips on top in a wet kiss. he rubs over your lower back in slow circles.

“too much thinkin’, baby,” he works on your neck, loving how you mould your body into his, “it’s romantic ‘cause i’m talkin’ to you. your birthday cards, even your texts to me sound like poetry.”

you grunt to yourself. you are a good writer.

“you speak english at work. it’s not always romantic for you.”

bakugou rests on his forearm, hovering over you. “i can speak any language i want at work and people will find a way to listen.” 

there’s the humility you love in your boyfriend. 

“but i love talkin’ and understandin’ you. your big ass world in there,” he taps your temple with the tip of your finger, “the only benefit to knowin’ this language is i get to know you.”

you awe before you can help it and bakugou hangs his head in a blush. he manhandles your body with a single hand, pulling you closer under his arm.

“maybe english is romantic.” you hum, “and don’t lie to me. you need english for me and to watch those american superhero movies without subtitles.”

bakugou looks up at you grinning, nudging his nose into your cheek, “not true. the japanese dub is sick. rather listen to it in japanese.”

you can’t push your smile off, “so just me?”

he nods like a lovesick fool, droopy sleepy eyes and a wandering hand. “just you, princess.”

with your mind settled and tonight’s questions answered, you and bakugou go back to learning each other's language.

this time bakugou lets you sink your tongue into his mouth. wet kiss after wet kiss, your nails satisfyingly scratching through his hair and scalp.

bakugou moans into your mouth, sending vibrations throughout your body. “i love you.”

“i love you and thank you for letting me win all the arguments. you need to level up before you can fight me,” you giggle against his lips.

bakugou rolls his eyes, he’s got you back, bubbly and tender in his arms.

“yeah, yeah, princess,” he grins at you, looking over your body. he brushes his hand over your clothed groin, your fluffy pubic hair all tucked under your high waisted panties. “d’you wanna take these off for me? wanna hear you moan for me.”

you look like he just offered to eat you out. shiny eyes, pawing down his chest, finger already hooking in your underwear. 

“head, please,” you say politely, the sweet back and forth that gets you internally giggling at yourself and bakugou always rolling his eyes.

“that’s a word i learnt from you. head. through context clues and all. didn’t learn that at school in japan.” he shakes his head, helping you yank off your underwear. he tucks the fabric under his pillow to find it easily later.

“what would you call it? cunnilingus?” you look at your boyfriend, shirtless and sexy, hike your legs over his shoulders as he ducks down to lay on his stomach between your legs.

“the fuck is that?” he blurts, forcing his eyes from your glistening pussy to your pretty face, hitched up from your pillow.

“the proper word for eating pussy.” you say.

bakugou blinks at you, “repeat it f’me.”

“cunnilingus.”

bakugou repeats it after you as if he’s tasting every syllable on his tongue. though since he’s so close to you, your hips inch up in his face without meaning to.

he ignores you for the time being, “i don’t like that word.”

“w-what would you say?” you ask, licking your bottom lip. despite the rising heat over your body, you’re still curious.

“eating pussy.” he smirks like an idiotic boy that just said a bad word. he spreads your thighs apart, rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh.

“oh. duh,” you laugh flustered, thoughts all on a one track road. he’s so gorgeous. sexy. you wanna drag him up to kiss him, you also wanna be touched. “can you? eat my pussy?”

bakugou says something to you, full japanese with beaming cheeks. his lips curl around every syllable, fluent and unfamiliar to you yet home on katsuki’s tongue. his smile doesn’t let up, he punctuates his comment by kissing your thigh.

“what?” you whimper, breathless just from his mouth close to your centre.

“said you’re a brat.” he translates, spreading you open with his thumbs. damn. he might have to fuck you after.

“yours, though.”

he agrees, looking straight at your wet folds just from a little kissing. he ensures that he says his next words directly to you so there’s no mistranslation, “mine. and i’m yours.”

slowly you slide down, pushing up his shirt a bit exposing his lower stomach, kissing down until your met with the waistband of his shorts, you watch him carefully as you pull them down.

you take him into your hand, he's half hard and you pump him gently until hes fully hard, even leaking a little bit.

you lick the pre dribbling out, watching how his eyes scrunch up a little bit, his tip brushes against you lips and you open, slowly slipping his cock into your mouth, you feel his thigh tense up briefly underneath your palm.

you set a gentle pace, light sucking, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, and your free hand pumping him softly.

Small groans fall from his lips, he stirs in his sleep, his head falls to face the wall and he lets out a sigh.

You repeat this process, watching and listening carefully until you feel his thigh tense under your hand and tired emeralds eyes open and flicker down to where you lay between his thighs.

In seconds his face is flushed a deep red and hes propping himself up on his elbows, taking in the sight before him.

Messy hair, an old t-shirt of his that falls off your shoulder, and most of all, his cock wedged safely in your mouth.

"Whats this?" He asks shakily, waking up like this was not something he thought would happen, let alone so close to cumming.

You hum happily around him, his face scrunches up in pleasure and a little whimper slips past his lips.

Now that hes awake, you speed up, sucking harder, bobbing your head faster, and taking him deeper.

He lays beneath you limp, one hand fisting the sheets while the other tangles into your hair, hes moaning and rutting his hip into your mouth shamelessly as he gets closer to the edge.

Tears well up in your eyes from how deep you've taken him and your fighting every bone in your body not to gag around the thick length violating your throat.

Suddenly, he stills with a broken cry of your name, his hand still tight in your hair, his cum fills your throat.

a tear falls down your cheek as you swallow his release, he moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb as you both recollect yourselves.

you let go of him, his heavy cock hits his stomach with a soft slap and you crawl up to him, he sits up more and pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue swipes your lips and you part your lips, his hand is back in your hair and his other hand slowly trails down to your damp panties, rubbing soft circles over the cotton.

you gasp and moan into the kiss and he swallows all your sounds, kissing you harder and deeper, until there was no space between you and he was on top of you, pinning him beneath him and pulling your panties to the side.

His finger slides through your slick folds, spreading your wetness before continuing circles on your clit, faster and rougher, he revels in every sound you make, the way your back arches up into him, the little pulse in your clit he can feel as you get closer.

you gasp when he slides two fingers inside of you, you can feel him smiling into the kiss as he rubs your soft spot while swiping your clit with his thumb, you feel the knot in your stomach get tighter fast.

You can hardly kiss him back, he's doing all the kissing, your moaning and whining into his lips, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as he mercilessly plays with you, before you know it the knot snaps, you cum with a cry of his name and your thighs clamp shut around his hand.

he presses his thumb into your clit while slowly massaging your soft spot, letting you ride out your high on his fingers, he kisses the corner of your mouth and all over your face.

He starts sliding down, going face to face with your pussy, dripping, sensitive, just how he likes it, he licks one stride up and moans at your taste, you yelp and grab his hair.

"You have to get ready for work soon, we'll continue this later..." You whine, tugging on his hair.

He chuckles and starts to give your clit kitten licks, making you twitch a little bit, you bite your lip.

"We better make the time count." He mumbles into your pussy.

latching onto your clit and sucking harshly,

“patience, baby,” he releases your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air on the damp skin, watching goosebumps rise on your skin. “got all night. wanna make you feel reaaal good.” 

he looks up at you, crimson eyes flooded with need that mirrors your own. then he’s kissing you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans as his fingers trace a path down your torso. his palm presses flat against your lower belly, right where you can feel the pressure of him inside you. he smirks as he dips into the hollow of your hips, then lower.

“mghh” you’re trembling as his fingers slide through your slick folds. gasping into his mouth, hips bucking involuntarily. he’s so close, but he’s not touching you where you need him most. “please ‘suki,” you whimper against his lips, the word torn from your throat. you need him just as much as he needs you.

“always so damn impatient” he pants but he finally rubs slow, sweet circles on your already swollen and sensitive clit. ministrations too much and not enough at the same time. you’re dripping all over him. filthy, lewd squelches filling the space between your gasps with every pass of his thumb over the bundle of nerves.

you clench down, a vice-like grip around his cock. his thumb presses harder, circles on your clit spinning a little faster. the lotus position leaves you no room to escape the overwhelming sensation. every desperate roll of your hips grinds your clit against his fingers, buries his cock even deeper, and forces you to feel the unyielding pressure of his tip brushing that sensitive spot inside you.

katsuki revels in it. in the mess you’re making just for him. in the way your slick coats his fingers, your inner thighs, the base of his cock still buried deep inside you. he loves the way your body reacts to him, the way your breath hitches, the way your walls clench down even harder around him every time he brushes against your sweet spot. he loves watching you fall apart, loves knowing he’s the one making you feel this way. 

his eyes are fixed on you, pupils blown wide, swallowing the crimson of his irises. he’s memorizing every every subtle shift in your expression. he’s watching the way your eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open. the way your lips part. the bead of sweat tracing a path down your temple, following the curve of your jaw. he doesn’t miss a thing. it’s like he’s trying to burn this image of you directly onto the back of his eyelids.

you feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with your nudity. heat crawls up your neck, burning your cheeks. you instinctively break eye contact and try to hide your face in the sweat-damp crook of his shoulder. and of course, he’s far from pleased

“nuh-uh,” he tuts, his free hand, the one not currently torturing your clit, comes up to tangle in your hair, gripping gently but firmly. he uses the leverage to pry you away from the curve of his neck, “don’t you dare hide from me.”

“well stop staring at me.” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut.

“i’ll stare all i damn want to,” he scoffs. “now open your eyes so i can see how pretty they look when you cum” his grip on you loosens, his voice loses its edge, “please. . .”

it’s the closest he’ll ever get to begging. you can’t really deny him, not when he’s making you feel so good. so you let your eyes flutter open. you let him look. you let him see all of you, you let him see the way your pupils dilate, the way your lips falls apart. the way tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he rocks you into oblivion, coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you. and he watches it all, committing every gasp, every tear, every tremor to his long-term memory. 

he doesn’t let up. even when your legs tremble uncontrollably and his muscles scream in protest from being folded for so long. he just shifts his weight, pulling you impossibly closer. because this is what he craves. what he needs. what he lives for: being skin to skin, heart to heart, until your very souls merge into one.

You smiled, your fingers grazing through his hair. “I really did miss you… so much.”

“Me too,” Bakugou murmured, kissing your neck. “Thought about you the whole time.”

“So you said,” you mumbled. You took his face back in your hands and looked right at him. Then you lowered your head, closing your lips over his.

The minute your lips moved with his, Bakugou let out a moan, his arms tight around you as he pressed your body against his. “Fuck.”

He held you by the waist and stood up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. “Katsuki!” You shrieked. “You still haven’t recovered!”

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he huffed, turning around and laying you on the bed.

His lips started by your ankles, planting soft kisses all the way up your leg and sending tingling sensations throughout your body. The closer he got to between your thighs, you put a hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making.

And Bakugou noticed. “C’mon, baby. I like when you make noise,” he said and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“The kids,” you said with a gasp. 

Bakugou just smirked to himself, hooking his finger in the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your legs. He kissed your inner thigh, his tongue tracing the soft skin between your legs.

“Stop teasing,” you whined.

“Wanna take my time,” Bakugou said, kneeling on the ground and grabbing your thighs to pull you closer to him. “Been lookin’ forward to this for a while.”

He sprawled your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your ass. “Please, Kats,” you begged, feeling your core leaking.

“Alright. If my baby’s askin’ so nicely,” Bakugou said.

The exhale you released once Bakugou licked a stripe between your folds was so guttural you clamped your mouth with your hands from how loud you were. The more his lips sucked and his tongue slid in your folds, the louder you got and you had to bite your palm to quiet yourself.

“Fuuck, I’ve been thinkin’ about eatin’ this pussy for so long,” Bakugou groaned against you. “Had me fuckin’ tied up in that shit hole. Couldn’t even jack off if I wanted to even when I thought about you.”

He moved away from your pussy, hovering over you. “What ‘bout you, baby? You play with this pussy while I was gone?”

You were whimpering, barely able to utter another word and had to nod your head instead. You screwed your eyes shut and moaned into your hand when Bakugou slid two fingers into you, rocking his fingers back and forth.

He grabbed your hand covering your mouth and pinned it to the bed, refusing to let you muffle any sounds you were making.

“Katsuki–!” You gasped.

“Kids won’t hear shit,” Bakugou said, picking up his pace with his fingers. “I wanna hear you.”

You bit your lip, attempting to hold back your moans but ultimately failing. Bakugou leaned down, brushing his lips with yours. “What’d you think about while playin’ with yourself?”

You whimpered as he ground his palm into your clit. “Y-You and– god– your cock and h-how you’d stretch me out– a-and how good it was gonna feel when you’d fuck me again.”

“Fuck it. Can’t wait for you to come,” Bakugou hissed, pulling his fingers out of you. “Need you now.”

You grabbed his face and kissed him as he took his pants and boxers off, your lips sloppily inhaling his. Bakugou had his hands on either side of you, holding himself up as he parted your legs and slowly sunk his cock inside you.

You moaned together. “Holy shit,” Bakugou said breathlessly. 

“Move, Kats– Please–” You whined.

“Gimme a second, fuck,” Bakugou cursed, relishing in the moment he’d fantasized about for months on end.

Then he started to move his hips, his cock going in and out of you and stretching you out in the exact way you’d imagine it would when you’d touch yourself late at night, yearning to have your husband on top of you again like he was in that moment. 

Tears stung your eyes and Bakugou cupped your cheek with a hand. “Look at me,” he grunted.

You listened, looking right into his vermillion eyes that bored into your soul. So many words left unspoken as your vision blurred even more with your tears. 

“I love you, baby,” Bakugou croaked, his voice hoarse and you knew he was as emotional as you were.

Tears streaked your cheeks, your lip trembling as you said, “I-I love you, too.”

Bakugou pressed his forehead against you, his breath fanning your face as he grunted and groaned with every thrust, his cock pressing against your plush walls. 

“Don’t– leave me– again–” You whimpered, your thighs clenching around his waist and your walls squeezing his length. 

“I won’t,” Bakugou moaned. “Never leavin’ you again.”

He kissed you, his lips slow and sensual as you cried, legs shaking as you came. And Bakugou was right behind you, plunging his cock so deep inside you as ropes of come spurted out of him, painting your insides.

For a moment you were breathing heavily together, attempting to catch your breaths and you felt your chest tighten as you cried harder.

Bakugou pulled out of you, laying beside you and pulling you close to him so you cried against his chest. He rubbed your back and kissed your head. “You’re gonna get sick from all these tears. You’ve been cryin’ for days now, baby.”

“I-I can’t help it,” you said with a hiccup, wiping your cheeks. You looked up at him through your wet lashes, smiling at him. “I’m just so happy you’re here.”

Bakugou smiled back at you, kissing your nose. “Yeah… Me too.”