Izukus Pube

“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.

you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work. 

calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.

“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”

you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.

“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.

he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.

it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.

he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.

for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.

“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.

you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.

“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.

he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.

“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.

you don’t give in just yet.

“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.

he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”

you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.

“you need to put your shoes on—,”

“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.

you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.

he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.

your soft pastel pink  boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.

he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.

“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”

bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.

“i wanna stay here with you.”

even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.

you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.

“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.

“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”

“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.

“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.

“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.

he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.

“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”

you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”

“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.

you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.

“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.

“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.

“another.” he whispers.

with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.

you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.

it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.

“baby, no.” he complains.

since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.

“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”

that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.

“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.

you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”

“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”

the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.

as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.

despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.

“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.

you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.

“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”

your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.

“you’re so annoying.”

he shrugs.

with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.

“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”

“you’re not waking me up at three.”

he turns to you with a frown.

“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.

that you can do.

a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.

“another. for good luck.”

you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.

it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.

“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.

“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”

“i always do!”

he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor. 

bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”

you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”

bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”

“okay, i’ll see you later.”

he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.

“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.

you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”

“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.

it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.

you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.

it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.

your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.

the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.

you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.

“goodbye now. for real, kats.”

he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”

“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.

he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”

“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”

“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”

What he wasn't ready for was for you to come home early and see you in that state, still picturing in his mind your messed-up lipstick. He could've told her to go home when she showed up, but Katsuki was not one to bruise his ego by embarrassing himself when he was the one to invite her.

And that was exactly what got you, maintaining his ego or finally admitting that you had feelings for each other, and he chose his ego over you.

There you were, nibbling at the skin around your thumb, desperately searching for the answer to your problem. Katsuki Bakugo was your problem. That problem was in the kitchen, grabbing a snack, whilst you couldn't imagine being in the same room as him.

The impulsive thoughts took over when you swiped on another guy earlier that day, wanting to do something to keep your mind off the blond whom you lived with. However, standing outside the door, you realised how awkward it would be to walk back into the house.

Bakugo, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to corner you and carry on where you finished off last week, but you were giving him no chance to do that. He decided to take matters into his own hands.

Once he heard the heels fall onto the floor and the keys hit the table, he knew it was his last chance before you fully rejected the thought of being near him. You took slow steps to the sink, sluggishly, pouring yourself a glass of water, unaware of the figure behind you.

It was like the last time, caged in between him and the kitchen counter, except this time your heart was pounding, and the noise rang in your ears.

“You're not going anywhere. Not tonight.” His intense gaze, locked onto yours, made all the hairs on your body stand up. It wasn't like you to be so ruffled by Bakugo, but here you were, you'd been avoiding him since you saw his antics and wanted nothing more with him in the romantic sense.

“Maybe I am, maybe I should call up the guy who I saw tonight.” You rolled your eyes at him, arms crossed over your chest. Obviously, you weren't going anywhere. Still, you couldn't stand his cockiness, especially him instantly expecting you to listen to his every word when he embarrassed you like that.

His expression morphed into the scowl you knew all too well, deep wrinkles on his forehead as he now glared at you. “What type of bullshit is that?” He spat, annoyed that you would even say something like that, ironic, really.

Letting out a scoff, “You wanna know something that's bullshit? Whatever the fuck you pulled last week.” You felt your eye twitch as you unknowingly spoke louder after each word. “Yeah. That. That was bullshit.”

Bakugo couldn't handle it, not the way you glared at him or the fact that it was with glassy eyes and a look of pure betrayal. He also couldn't let himself admit that what he did was an asshole move, he would do that to anyone else, but he didn't want it to be like that with you.

“I know.” He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration before looking back at you. “I'm sorry.” The words came out like it was hurting him to even say them.

This was one of the very few times you heard those words leave his mouth, so when he apologised, you knew he felt like he fucked up, which he had.

“I don't know what you want me to say, Bakugo.” You wandered to the other side of the room, ready to finish the conversation. He had to do a lot more than just say he's sorry, no matter how uncommon it was for him to say it.

“Night.” Opening the door, and just as you were going to get in, Bakugo grabbed the handle, pressing you up against the closed door. His lips were a few centimetres away from yours.

“Don't… Fuck. I fucked up, okay?” He let out a sigh, a pained expression on his face. “I want you. There's nothing else for me to say.”

“You said that last time, how am I meant to believe you?” This time it felt too real, too good to be true. You didn't want to be made a fool again, especially not by him. It was awkward enough since you had to live with him, and now he was inches away from your face.

“I. Want. You.” He rasped, his eyes had a hint of hunger as they flicked to your lips. Bakugo managed to weave his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head.

His blinks slowed before he leaned in, mouth moving on top of yours. Your lips moved without a second thought, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

Bakugo wasted no time in gripping your waist and getting the door of your bedroom open, pushing you inside. Then closing the door once again.

Mina, the only one who was actually excited to go out on stage, it’s worth mentioning that anyone who has met her will attest to social anxiety being afraid of her. She watches as her friends shake from the nerves as if they haven’t prepared for months leading up to this, she knows that this performance is going to be awesome she just has to get it into the rest of their heads.

“Guys!! We’re gonna do soooo great like we practiced and everything and it’s just gonna be amazing so everyone take a breath! Including you Bakugo.” Mina was well aware that under the mask he tried to hold together he was just as scared as the rest of the crew, his stupid pride was just in the way.

“Eat a dick, pinky” Bakugo mutters out turning his back towards her, then walking to a vanity, checking his eyeliner for the eighth time tonight.

You, on the other hand are sitting haphazardly in a bean bag chair listening from afar to Mina’s pep talk. Despite knowing your part inside and out, currently your running circles through your mind thinking of every single way something could go wrong.

“Fix ur face…you’re staring like a freak, you’re fine.” Bakugo snaps you out of your thoughts, he must’ve walked over to you while your mind was somewhere else.

He always seemed to pick up on when you were drifting, either throwing something small at your face to bring you back to reality or nudging your foot with his. If in any case these strategies didn’t work, a gruff “Yo, wallflower eyes up.” was all it really took to get you out of introvert land.

“..I’m not staring.” You muttered out, mostly to yourself. You knew you’d be fine but it wasn’t terrible to hear some reassurance.

Pushing yourself out of the mushy pile you were buried in, standing up fixing the creases in your clothes and taking one last deep breath, before stepping out onto the stage.

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The nerves were high, you could barely hear the cheers of the crowd over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. The lights shined down onto you all as the five of you fell into the rhythm and lyrics pouring into each bang on the drums and every pluck of a string.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as the biggest solo you had was creeping up your spine. Not giving it much thought you let out a breath and let the music speak for you, the melody cascading over the crowd as you ripped through the air, each chord louder than the last as your hands flew across the instrument like second nature.

Katsuki watched with slitted eyes and piercing attention, watching as your whole body moved in sync with the music. You were in your own world playing as if it came as easy as breathing.

Getting to see you in your element ignited something in him, he could feel everything getting too him, and the sway of your hips against the beat wasn’t helping.

Eventually your solo came to a end, sending him reeling back, focusing on the rest of the song like tunnel vision, pounding on the drums as if that would release the pent up feeling that was growing in his lower stomach.

Fuck.

He can’t be thinking this way right now but the way your clothes clung to your frame as the sweat started to bead down your sides from the heat of the stage made him want to snap his drumsticks in half. His grip tightened on his sticks slamming down to the beat, shoving down everything else to handle later.

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The aftershock showered over each of you as your set came to a end. The claps and cheers from your classmates and families out in the crowd made every second worth it. Waving to them, you all walked off the stage. Once you were behind that curtain Mina broke out into screeches of glee, exclaiming how proud she was of the band.

You, nodded along and agreed with a simple hum as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, but you couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. You studied the ground with a grin, reminiscing on the feeling of pride you had during that performance, like you finally had a voice.

As he drifted, Katsuki dabbed up a pumped Sero not even paying attention to the subtle friction sparks it created from the mesh of their clammy palms together. His eyes were glued to you, your subtle smile then made you seem so fulfilled with something as small as a high school show performance. He picked up on the slight dimple on your cheek and the crease at the corner of your eyes. He wanted nothing more then to just kiss you right there, to make that smile bigger. Just for him.

And well.

Katsuki isn’t exactly known for not getting what he wants.

“Oi wallflower, cmere” calling out to you while the group continued to walk back to the dorms, leaving you and him alone backstage.

“..yeah?” you tilted your head slightly, wondering what he wanted.

“..you uh did uhm- fuck. You did great out there you know that right.” He choked up on his sentence, trying to figure out his wording to keep you for a little longer.

“Oh, thanks Kats- Bakugo, sorry” your eyes drifted back to the ground, thinking about how awkward you just made the conversation because even though he made a nickname for you that doesn’t mean he wants you to give him one right? Or maybe not a nickname maybe first name basis is allowed? What if it it’s not and now it’s going to be permanently awkward and, oh my god he’s probably thinking about how weird I’m being right now-

“Katsuki’s fine.” He muttered out gruffly watching you run circles in your head as your eyes avoided him as a whole.

“Oh! Alright gotcha sounds good i just didn’t know if we were at that point like i know you have a name for me and-” seeing you ramble about a stupid nickname as you wrung your hands and grabbed at the back of your neck nervously had to be one of the cutest sights Katsuki had witnessed from you but he couldn’t take it anymore.

Reaching out he grabbed the side of your neck and your cheek, pressing his lips firmly to yours. Your eyes widened slightly until they relaxed and closed while you wrapped your arms around his neck one of your hands finding the his nape and twirling the soft ash blonde tufts of hair.

Breaking apart quickly he whispered to you “you think too much” going back in to kiss you again like a magnet was pulling you together and he could only pull away for so long.

Your tongues entangled in a fit of passion and want, the two of you realizing how long you have both wanted this, to be pressed up against each other showing all the words that weren’t spoken.

His hands start to slide from the sides of your face, mapping out your body like it was the stars, dancing his fingers firmly across your collarbone eventually finding his resting spot on your waist squeezing and smoothing over the soft skin feeling velvety under his fingertips.

Combined with the movements around your midsection and his swift movements with his mouth he catches your lower lip in his teeth biting down just hard enough to get a reaction out of you, and the sound you made was like liquid gold to his ears, you let out a soft moan at the sensation of his canines and it was then he realized he wanted to hear that noise again and again and again, louder, just for him. Katsuki decided he wanted to hear you scream for him tonight, see how much of your voice you he could make you use as someone who barely speaks, it ignited his pride a bit, riling him up even more.

“Ahem.. class wants to congratulate us chop chop lovebirds you can eat each other’s faces later.” Mina states rather cheerily with a sly smirk on her face almost as if she wanted this to happen, knowing her she probably already made over six thousand plans for something like this to occur. She saunters off with a follow me hand motion.

As soon as she cleared her throat you and Katsuki separate blush immediately blooming all over your already red face, Katsuki on the other hand tried to play it off cool as if your lip gloss wasn’t shining on his lips, and despite his best nonchalant demeanor he could muster the tips of his ears were cherry red, showing his true colors.

He turned to you as she left, chuckled at your flustered appearance drinking in the way your hair was slightly out of place and how your clothes rode up from his hands.

“Tch cmon.” Reaching for your hand intertwining your fingers together leading to you out the stage doors, walking down the hallway hand in hand to 1A, letting go to slide the door open for you stepping inside after you.

The only thing he wanted to do was take you up to his dorm and finish what he started he couldn’t give a fuck less about the ooo’s and awe’s of his classmates, his eyes watching you like a hawk as you got surrounded by all the girls asking you if you would teach them how to play the guitar and other shit he doesn’t care about.

You on the other hand were everywhere but the conversation you were having, you were to busy replaying what just happened in your head, you felt a knot in your lower stomach start to tighten as you felt the blush spread further across your cheeks. Then the other part of you began to wonder if that was a one time thing, if he even wanted to go further after what happened.

As the girls started to disperse and walk away from you, you lifted your eyes from the ground causing them to meet with Katsukis who was already watching you, breaking the eye contact first you pulled out your phone to check notifications and then scroll on TikTok like everyone else avoiding something.

Right as you got to the second video on your feed a message notification pinged at the top of your screen and it read…

My dorm now, room number ##. I’ll be there soon princess.

If your face wasn’t already red it definitely was now, you didn’t even bother to meet his gaze knowing that if you did your knees would crumble beneath you. So you made your signature Irish goodbye and stepped out the classroom into the cool air of the hallway, starting to make your way to his dorm.

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Clean yet lived in, that’s what you could make of his room when you got there. The bed was made his shelf’s dusted recently and the dark grey walls added a layer of depth to the room. His desk though, scattered with what looked to be homework and fighting technique books and a pair of his drumsticks resting on top of one of them. A couple of band posters were plastered up in a corner and his drum set sat near the closet. There was some light filtering in from his window, showing off the sunset glow and how it reflected off of all his objects. You decided to walk towards the bed and sit on the edge, enough to say you were technically sitting but not enough to say comfortably, teetering on the tight line of falling off if you breathe too hard.

In the silence by yourself your mind starts to drift, trying to count the about of minutes that have passed since you’ve been in his room, wondering how long it would take for him to get here and if he’s even coming at all. But before you could get too deep into your thoughts you heard the jangle of the doorknob and watched at the door opened and some of the light from hallway spilled into the room. Your eyes were glued to him as he slipped in through the doorframe closing it softly behind him. His gaze shifted to you sitting on his bed like if you didn’t know if you were allowed to be in here or not, you looked like if you moved to loudly it would shatter whatever this what.

He gave you a small smile that later devolved into a smirk as he got closer closing the gap between you too with two strides, stopping once he reached you and crouching down to his knees to meet your eye level.

“Do you want this?” He whispers to you while toying with the hem of your skirt careful not to pull it up, yet.

As his sultry voice hits your ears you can’t think, you know you want all of him and more, anything that he’ll give you, too flustered to say that you manage to nod your head frantically hoping that’ll get your point across, except knowing Katsuki that doesn’t suffice.

Leaning forward to your ear he says “Use your words…” lowering his face to your collarbone pressing soft kisses to anything exposed to him.

You short circuit at that, the only thing keeping you grounded is his attack on your neck, you try to form a answer but nothing comes out and almost on queue Katsuki stops what he’s doing and he’s pulls back causing a little whine to leave your mouth. He chuckles at that and grabs your chin forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

“Say it. Say you want me inside you tonight.” His piercing ruby eyes stare into yours only causing more tension between you. Swallowing dryly you muster all the bravery you have left and answer with a soft “..please Katsuki.”

Almost like a light switched flipped inside of him he grabbed you by your waist and threw you onto the middle of the bed quickly following suit as he took off his shirt and threw it somewhere he can find later.

Just as fast as you lost the feeling of his touch he was right back over you, strong veined arms at either sides of your head, you took this second to breathe him in. The flush across his cheek and the dilation in his eyes as they scanned across you face realizing that you weren’t the only one observing you broke eye contact immediately deciding to rake them down his now, shirtless chest, and holy shit was he built. You hit the gym when you found the motivation but he had his routine and it shows through every ridge of his abs and the way he looked like he was carved out of marble.

“You like what you see?” He muttered smugly as he watched you blatantly checked him out, he followed your gaze drinking in every second he got to see your face, not somewhere he couldn’t find you or had to bring you out of, you were there with him in the moment feeling the buzz in the air and the heat radiating off of each others bodies. He would never say it out loud but if he could stay here all day as an art piece for you? He would in a heartbeat if it meant you would be with him.

Snapping you out of your daze once again, you were confident in the fact that if anymore blood rushed to your face you might pass out. Katsuki lifted one of his hands too move some of your hair out of your face as it got tussled in the movement, leaning down to kiss you again this time more passionate and fast, a clash of teeth and tongue as he took control once again eliciting a soft mewl from your lips only pushing him harder to keep going.

Determined to hear you tonight he started to move down from your mouth, across the side of your neck finding that sweet spot where your skin was softest taking purchase there quickly leaving a small trail of hickies for you to see in the mirror tomorrow, he reached the top of your shirt tugging on it lightly almost as a request for you to take it off so he could keep exploring. You reach down and pull the fabric up and over your head, leaving him to watch as your back arched off the bed to do so making him acknowledge how badly he wanted to make that happen by doing other things.

He knew you were never much of a showy girl, nothing too tight not many cutouts just you at your most comfortable as it should be. But when Katsuki shifted his eyes down and was met with a black lace and to him for a lack of better words slutty, bra he wanted to rip it right off of you. Maybe he misjudged you but god was he happy with this surprise, the way it hugged your tits perfectly, fuck he was throbbing just at the sight of you.

Lowering back onto you he peppered kisses across the swells of your breasts continuing his trail down your stomach stopping at your waistband of the skirt that adorned your waist. He looked up to get the nod of approval he wanted before hooking two fingers under the elastic and swiftly removing it, sliding it down your legs and again throwing it somewhere in the room.

His eyes were met with the matching set that was hugging your hips a lace, somewhat see through, number tied all together with a skinny black ribbon at the top.

“Who knew the quiet girl wore such slutty clothes huh?” Whispering to you from between your thighs, littering kisses across them. You looked down to meet his ruby eyes staring up at you, waiting for a reaction out of you. He wanted to know if the quiet girl was really that innocent, what you were really zoned out about whenever you were in your head.

“..mmph only for you Katsuki..” that did something to him, almost like a switch was flipped he ripped your underwear off of you, shoving them into his pocket to use later. He dove into your folds and as soon as his tongue landed on your clit you reached for the covers on his bed balling your hands into fist in the cotton. You turned your head so you could try to hide the moans that poured out of your mouth so easily.

He pulled off of you instantly, before you could even whine about why he stopped, bucking your hips towards his face, he grabbed both of your thighs pinning them down to the sheets.

“I wanna hear you. Get your face out of the fucking pillow sweetheart.” Too far into the clouds to care you just nodded at him and moved your arms to your sides so you were perched up on your elbows staring back down at him.

Unable to hold back much longer he dove into your pussy, licking languid strips from your clit to your opening just to drive you crazy. He wanted you to beg for him, he wanted you to crave him. So he kept his slower pace drawing figure eights with his tongue dancing across your clit. He was toying with you and you knew it. 

“Katsuki, please.” you reached down to pull on his blonde hair, you needed more from him and you wanted it now. You looked down to meet his eyes and he could see the desperation in your face, and shit did it turn him on even further. He loved the way your  eyebrows furrowed and the slight bratty frown on your lips. God he just wanted to fuck that expression right off your face. 

“Aww you want more? Beg for it.” smirking back up at you as you felt the vibrations from his voice against you and it wasn’t helping. If he didn't start eating you out properly you just might die so begging it is. 

“Fucking hell, fine just please Katsuki, please. I need more I-” he cut you off with shoving two fingers into your pussy and sucking hard on your clit, he would have you for every meal if you let him, he just wanted to hear how badly you needed his dick. The sounds coming out of your pretty mouth was payment enough for him. 

“There you go scream my name let everyone know who owns this pussy.” He said in between breaths, he could feel the way you clenched around his fingers, he could only dream about how you were going to feel on his cock. Moving his fingers faster inside you, curling them slightly until he found that spot that got you to scream louder. 

“Oh right there is that what you fucking want? Fuck princess your gripping me so hard, thats it atta girl.” He got a rush from seeing you so hungry for him, the way you were grinding back onto his hand meeting with each thrust he was gonna make you cum on his hand and lick it right off of you. 

He could feel you getting close so he separated his mouth from you again, leaving a string of saliva still connected to you, “Cum for me, I wanna taste you, baby.” you nodded quickly at his pussydrunk words, your eyes rolled back along with your head as his name breathily escaped your lips as he pulled the orgasm out of you. Never once stopping his movements, he licked up every drop he could get his tongue on. Slowly removing his finger from you as you whined at the emptiness you felt. 

You watched with watery eyes as he stood at the edge of the bed licking the rest of your juices off his fingers while keeping eye contact with you as he didn’t let anything go to waste. He crawled back onto the bed and up to you and leaned towards your ear. 

“You taste so fucking good.” sliding one hand onto your waist as he kneaded at the skin there he drank in the star dazed expression on your face, successfully feeding his ego he hooked one of his arms under you and flipped you onto your stomach easily to give him better access for what he wanted to do next.

You felt his hands as they slid up your back stopping at your ass as he took one hand away to undo his belt and finally take care of the tent in his pants. He removed his jeans and his boxers to reveal his cock, the tip a reddish pink hue, already leaking precum as he pumped himself once or twice before lining it up with your entrance. You could feel as he slid it up and down collecting some of your slick on his tip to make this easier for you.

Being as curious as you are you decided to turn your head to see what he was carrying at least and you should've just stayed curious. Your eyes widened at the seemingly 8 inch dick behind you, the thick vein that lined his underside, you wouldnt be surprised if you were fucking drooling at the sight. Despite you wondering if you could even fit that inside you, you were so excited to feel him fuck up into your guts. You wanted to memorize his shape, feel every ridge slide in and out of your weeping cunt. 

He watched the way your face contorted as you looked at him, almost like he could read your mind he knew how badly you needed him to take you, so he just rocked his hips slowly up and down your slit.

“You like this big dick don't you? I can tell it's written all over your face. You're so needy for it-” you couldn’t take it anymore so in retaliation you slammed your hips back onto him feeling the way he stretched your hole out, it was a mix of painful pleasure and you needed more of it. You rocked yourself all the way back as you felt him keel over you moaning your name. 

“Oh fuck- you godamn brat, shit.” his pupils were blown out as he felt how warm your soft walls were as they hugged him so tightly if he wasn’t careful he might just blow his load into you right now. Fuck you felt so good around him taking him so nicely almost like you were made for his shaft. He started to pull out slowly and he could feel you sucking him back in almost like he wasn't allowed to leave. Once he got to where it was just his tip still inside you he slammed right back into your needy pussy.

He listened as you started to go dumb on his dick. He couldn't even understand the words you were trying to get out of your mouth, half of your words getting muffled with the pillows and the rest of it just slurring together. Taking one of his hands off your hips he reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling your head up from the scalp. 

You felt the burn of his grip but it was overpowered by the sickenly sweet feeling of him pounding in and out of you, abusing your little hole like he owned it. Shit after this he definitely does. All you could do is moan his name louder, rolling off the tongue like second nature. 

“Good girl, princess let me know how good I'm making you feel” he continued to slam into you, his stamina was that of a god not slowing down once. “Uh huh that's it, get drunk off this cock, slut.” He alternated between praising and degrading you and you loved it. 

“Fuckk, Katsuki I can’t its too much I’m gonna cum again” you managed to get out in between moans, the mix of his fast pace along with the obscene slapping and wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room it was pushing you over the edge, and fast. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me again?” He wanted to feel you clamp down on him, so to get you there faster he slithered his other free hand down between where you guys were connected and rubbed fast circles across your clit. As soon as you felt his fingers connect it was over for you, his name was ripped from your throat as you clenched on his length. He didn’t stop, he kept pounding into you through the waves of your second orgasm. Not far behind you felt his hips start to stutter as he just started rutting into you.

“Shit baby” slipped from his lips as you felt his seed pour into you. You felt a warm feeling in between your legs as he pumped you with his load leaving you feeling so full from it. 

After he recovered his breathing he leaned down and pressed a string of soft kisses across your shoulder whispering about what a good job you did, but honestly you were too overstimulated to hear what he said. He still didn’t pull out, cock warming you for a bit as he pulled out and fucked back into you a few more times to make sure all of his cum stayed inside you long enough for him to put his boxers on quickly. He laid you all the way down, alleviating the pressure from your knees reaching for his bedside drawer and grabbing the wet wipes that he kept. 

He crouched back down and wiped up the mess between your legs a little entranced as he watched his cum drip out of you. It almost made him want to go for another round but you had been through enough tonight. He finished cleaning you up and climbed back onto the bed with you. 

Sliding under the covers he wrapped you up in his arms and laid your head on his chest, resting his chin on your head. You had already closed your eyes and seemed ready to drift off to sleep so he quickly dipped his head down and kissed your forehead quickly. 

“Night wallflower” he muttered quickly as his heart rate started to slow as he drifted off to sleep. Happy to have you in his arms finally, just you, him, and the unspoken string that tied you together.  

Tonight you'd walked in on him by accident. You'd forgotten your phone in the bedroom and swung the door open without thinking, and there he was. Standing in front of the mirror. Shirtless. Staring at his own reflection like he was looking at a stranger.

He'd moved fast. Grabbed a pillow off the bed and held it against his chest, eyes wide and wild. "Get out," he'd snapped, but his voice cracked on the second word.

"I'm sorry," you'd said, backing away, heart pounding. "Katsuki, I didn't mean to—"

"Just get out!"

So you did. You stood on the other side of the closed door and listened to him moving around, frantic, pulling on clothes, and then silence. Heavy silence.

That was two hours ago.

Now you were sitting outside the bathroom again. He'd gone in twenty minutes ago to "brush his teeth" and hadn't come out. The light was still on. You could hear him breathing in there, slow and measured, like he was trying to calm himself down.

You knocked softly. "Hey."

No answer.

"Can I come in?"

"Go to bed," he called back, but he sounded tired. Not angry. Just tired.

"I'm not going to bed while you're in here hiding from me."

"I'm not hiding."

"You've been brushing your teeth for twenty minutes."

Silence.

You pressed your forehead against the door. "Please. Let me in. Or come out. Something."

A long pause. Then: "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because." His voice got small. "Because you'll look at me."

"Katsuki." Your throat felt tight. "I always look at you. I love looking at you."

"Not anymore," he said. "Not… not this."

You tried the handle. Locked. "Open the door."

"No."

"Katsuki, open the door or I'm sleeping out here."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

A minute passed. Two. You heard him moving, then the lock clicked.

You pushed the door open slowly.

He was standing by the sink in his sweatpants, no shirt, arms crossed tight over his chest. He wouldn't meet your eyes in the mirror. He looked younger somehow. Smaller.

"Hi," you said softly.

"Don't," he said. "Don't be nice to me. I can't… I can't do this if you're nice."

"Do what?"

He finally looked at you. His eyes were red. "Pretend like it's okay. Pretend like you don't see it. Like you're not disgusted."

Your breath caught. "I'm not disgusted. Why would you think—"

"Because I am!" He uncrossed his arms and gestured at his chest, at the scar that twisted pink and raised across his skin. "Look at it! It's fucking gross! It's all… it's wrong. It's not supposed to be there."

You looked. You let yourself look, really look, for the first time since the bandages came off. It was jagged, pulling the skin tight in places, disrupting the smooth muscle underneath. It was new. It was a mark of survival.

"It's not gross," you said quietly.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

He laughed, but it was bitter. Broken. "I used to be… I worked so hard. Every day, my whole life, making myself strong. Making myself perfect. And now…" He touched the scar with two fingers, tracing it like he was still trying to understand how it got there. "Now I look like this. And you have to pretend like you still want me. Like you don't mind having to look at it."

"Katsuki." You stepped into the bathroom, close enough to touch him. "I don't have to pretend anything."

"Bullshit."

"It's not bullshit." You reached out slowly, giving him time to pull away, and rested your hand on his waist. He didn't move. Just watched you with wary eyes. "I don't want you despite the scar. I just… want you. All of you. Even the parts you're angry about."

"I'm not angry," he said, and then his face crumpled. "I'm scared. I'm scared you're going to stop wanting me. I'm scared every time you look at me you're going to see this instead of… instead of me."

Your heart cracked right open. You stepped closer, sliding your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his shoulder. "Never," you whispered. "I'll never stop wanting you. You're still you. You're still the man I fell in love with. You're still strong and brave and annoying and perfect."

"I'm not perfect anymore," he said into your hair, his arms finally coming up to hold you back.

"You never were," you said, and felt him huff a wet laugh. "You were always a disaster. Now you're just a disaster with a cool scar."

"Cool?"

"Very cool. Very battle-worn. Very 'I saved the world and all I got was this lousy scar.'"

He pulled back to look at you, and there was the tiniest smile trying to form. "You're an idiot."

"Your idiot," you corrected. "Now come to bed. Let me show you how much I still want you. Let me prove it."

He hesitated, biting his lip, looking down at himself like he was trying to decide if he could bear it.

"Trust me," you whispered.

He nodded, small and uncertain. "Okay."

Here’s the extended scene you can drop right in where Part Two starts:

You led him to the bedroom with your hand in his, walking slow, giving him every chance to change his mind. He didn’t. He followed, breathing a little fast, his fingers tight around yours.

At the edge of the bed, you stopped and turned to face him. You kept the lights on. You wanted him to see that you weren't afraid of seeing him.

"Can I take these off?" you asked, tugging at his sweatpants.

He nodded, throat working.

You pushed them down and he stepped out of them, standing naked in front of you for the first time in months. His hands twitched at his sides like he wanted to cover himself but was stopping himself. You could see his chest rising and falling fast, the scar pulling slightly with each breath.

"You're beautiful," you said, meaning it.

"Stop," he said, but there was no heat in it.

"Make me." You stepped close and put your hands on his waist, then slid them up, slow, giving him time. You felt him tense when your palms got to his ribs, to the bottom edge of the scar. You didn't rush. Just kept moving upward until your hands were on his chest, right over the raised skin, your thumbs brushing over it.

He shuddered. Closed his eyes.

"Feel that?" you whispered. "That's your heart. Still beating. Still here. Still mine."

"Yours," he repeated, voice rough.

You leaned in and kissed his shoulder, then the top of the scar. He flinched, just barely, but didn't pull away. You kissed again, lower, following the jagged line down across his pec. You kissed every inch of it, soft presses of your lips, letting him feel that you weren't avoiding it. That you weren't disgusted.

When you got to the end of it, near his ribs, you looked up. He was watching you with dark, wet eyes, his mouth slightly open.

"Still okay?" you asked.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, don't stop."

You kissed lower, down his stomach, feeling the muscle jump under your lips. You went to your knees in front of him and looked up, waiting for permission.

"Please," he whispered.

You started with your hands first, wrapping your fingers around him, feeling the heat and weight of him. He was already hard, flushed dark, and he groaned when you touched him, his hips jerking forward instinctively before he caught himself.

"Sorry," he panted. "Sorry, I just—"

"Don't apologize," you murmured, and leaned in to press a kiss to the tip.

He made a sound like he'd been punched, his hand flying down to grip your hair. Not pulling, just holding on. You licked a stripe up the underside, slow, tasting the salt of him, and he groaned again, louder this time.

You took him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, letting yourself adjust to the stretch. He was thick, heavy on your tongue, and you could feel his pulse beating against your lips. You pulled back, hollowing your cheeks, then sank down again, taking more of him.

"Fuck," he gasped, his thighs trembling. "Fuck, baby, your mouth—"

You moaned around him, the vibration making him curse, and started a rhythm. Hand working what you couldn't fit, mouth sliding wet and tight over the rest. You looked up at him, wanting him to see you, wanting him to watch you love him like this.

His eyes were blown wide, dark with want, his mouth hanging open as he panted. He looked wrecked already, and you'd barely started.

"So good," he breathed. "So fucking good, you're so—fuck—"

You swirled your tongue around the head, catching the bead of precum there, and he jerked, his grip in your hair tightening.

"Gonna come," he warned, his voice strained. "Baby, I'm gonna—"

You didn't pull off. You kept sucking, kept working him with your hand, and he came with a shout, his hips bucking up into your mouth, his whole body going rigid. You swallowed around him, taking it all, milking him through it until he was whimpering, oversensitive, tugging gently at your hair to get you to stop.

You pulled off with a wet sound, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and looked up at him. He was staring down at you like you'd hung the moon, his chest heaving, his skin flushed pink.

"Come here," he rasped, reaching down to pull you up.

You stood and he immediately started undressing you, his hands clumsy with urgency. He pushed your shirt up and you lifted your arms, letting him strip it off. Then your pants, your underwear, until you were naked too, pressed skin to skin against him.

He groaned at the contact, pulling you flush against him, his hands roaming everywhere. Down your back, over your hips, up to cup your breasts. He ducked his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and you gasped, your hands flying to his hair.

"Katsuki—"

He switched to the other side, laving attention on you until you were squirming against him, feeling how he was already getting hard again, pressed against your stomach.

"Bed," he mumbled against your skin. "Now. Need you."

You let him guide you back onto the mattress, let him settle between your thighs. He hovered over you, looking down at your body with reverence, his hands tracing patterns on your skin like he was memorizing you.

"You're perfect," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."

"So are you," you said, reaching up to touch his scar again, light, letting him see that you weren't avoiding it even now.

He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm. Then he was kissing down your body, your throat, your collarbones, your breasts. He took his time, worshipping you, making you feel every brush of his lips.

When he got to your hips, he paused, looking up at you with a question in his eyes.

"Yes," you breathed, knowing what he was asking.

He spread your thighs wider and settled between them, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, then higher. He licked a slow stripe up your center and you cried out, your back arching off the bed.

"Easy," he soothed, his breath hot against you. "I've got you."

He set in with his mouth, his tongue working you with skill that came from knowing your body, from years of learning exactly what you liked. He sucked on your clit, two fingers sliding into you, curling to hit that spot that made you see stars.

"Oh god," you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets. "Katsuki, please—"

He didn't let up. He kept the pressure steady, relentless, driving you higher and higher until you were trembling on the edge. He added a third finger, stretching you, his tongue flicking fast and tight over your clit, and you came with a scream, your whole body shaking, your vision going white at the edges.

He didn't stop until you were pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and whimpering, and then he crawled up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

"Want to be inside you," he panted against your lips. "Want to feel you around me. Can I?"

"Yes," you breathed. "Yes, please, I need you."

He lined himself up, the head of him pressing against your entrance, and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch, filling you up, stretching you perfectly. You both moaned, the sound tangling together, and when he was fully seated he stopped, resting his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"More than okay," you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Move, baby. Please."

He started slow, rolling his hips in deep, deliberate thrusts that hit you just right. You held onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and he groaned, picking up the pace.

"Fuck," he gritted out. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect for me."

"Harder," you begged, and he obliged, snapping his hips into yours, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

He shifted his angle slightly and you gasped, your head falling back. "There," you panted. "Right there, don't stop—"

"I've got you," he promised, keeping that angle, driving into you again and again. "I've got you, I'm right here."

You were climbing fast, the pressure building low in your belly, coiling tighter with every thrust. He was panting above you, his hair falling into his eyes, his chest slick with sweat. You reached up to touch his scar again, and this time he leaned into it, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Love you," he gasped. "Love you so fucking much. All of you. Every part."

"Love you too," you cried out, feeling the edge approaching. "Katsuki, I'm close—"

"Come for me," he urged, his hand sliding between you to press against your clit. "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel you."

His fingers worked you in tight circles, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, and you fell over the edge with his name tearing from your throat, your body clamping down around him, your vision going spotty. He followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a groan that sounded like your name, his whole body shuddering above you.

After, he collapsed next to you, pulling you against his chest immediately, tucking you under his chin. You could feel his heart hammering against your cheek, right there under the scar, and you pressed a kiss to it.

"Okay?" you asked softly.

"Yeah," he breathed, his voice wrecked. "Yeah, I'm okay. Better than okay."

You smiled against his skin, tracing lazy patterns on his chest, right over the raised line of the scar. He didn't flinch this time. Just held you tighter.

"Love you," he mumbled, already half asleep.

"Love you too," you whispered back. "Scar and all."

it'd been a stressful day. your body wound tight as you made your way home, wanting to just find izuku and cuddle all night, watching whatever show seemed the easiest to digest.

but he always knew what you needed more than you did, which is why his head was between your thighs not even five minutes into the episode.

he'd loosened you up with just his tongue first, eager and greedy as always to make you come on his mouth before giving you what you want. you don't remember how long ago that was.

the noise that was caught in your throat is punched out of you like a groan, broken and whiny, when he speeds up just a little, bullying his cock deeper into your pussy.

he knows he's got you when you squirm below him, nonsensical mutters pressed into your arm as you curl tighter around your body. pleased with himself, he laughs, feeling how the sound gets to you when your walls squeeze, possessive around his length. "right there, yeah?"

he doesn't wait for a response or confirmation as his hips snap, rough and hard, watching how your ass bounces against his pelvis. "so good," he mumbles, distracted. you can feel how drenched you are, a combination of your own arousal and his spit making it almost slippery as he slides into your walls.

if he weren't being so good to you, you'd think him mean when he lifts you higher, leaning away from your back and opening your legs a little further to keep his pace. his balls slap messily against your clit any time he bottoms out. he's relentless, hands finding their grip on the fat of your thighs to keep you in place.

"izuku," you drawl, his name a squeak when the sound of your voice, fucked out and whiny, has his pace stuttering. his own groan is muffled into your spine, lips searing against your skin. "i got you," he mutters, almost giddy, as his fingers move, quick and sloppy against your clit.

izuku has always been selfless when it comes to you. he's eager to do good for you, in a way, always without complain, without you having to ask for it. it's no different when it's about your pleasure, giving and giving until you can barely take it, circling back to being selfish. he can't help it.

he's there to hold you when you come, walls clamping around his length. your voice is a continuous whine as he drags it out, fucking you through the sputters of your pussy, finding delight in the wet smack of his hips against yours.

he only stops once you're reaching back to slap his thighs, having the audacity to giggle as he taps the head of your cock on your quivering clit. "so pretty, baby," he mumbles, delirious, using his hands to turn you around.

your back barely makes contact with the couch before he's stuffing you full again, holding the backs of your knees to keep you from closing. the noise he lets out is guttural, and you're reminded of your selfish lover when he kisses his way up your neck, pecking sweetly at your lips.

Inko was the sweetest woman you’d ever met. She and your father had only met a little under a year ago, but from what you could tell, they were head over heels for each other. It was really cute, actually, and it was nice to see him so happy. They’d had a bit of a whirlwind romance, having met while she was on an extended vacation to the US. By the time her trip was due to end, they couldn’t bear to be apart, so he’d ask her to move in with him.

It was a bit of a shock when he’d told you that she’d be living with him, but once you’d finally met her that weekend that you helped her get settled, you understood why he loved her so much. She was such a genuinely kind person. The kind that you weren’t sure truly existed, but you were glad that she did.

She’d stepped right into the role of a supportive partner for your father and she didn’t hesitate to take on a maternal role in your life, either. It was so sweet how she’d embraced you after they’d told you about their engagement, wrapping you up in her arms, tears pricking her eyes as she told you how excited she was to be able to call you her daughter.

You smiled at the pair of them, walking hand in hand as they took in the gorgeous scenery. It really was beautiful. Maybe the next week wouldn’t be so bad after all. You just had to get through the wedding festivities this weekend and then it would really be more of a family vacation.

Then again, there was also the task of meeting your soon-to-be stepbrother. You’d heard plenty about him, from multiple sources. His mother, most reliably, but also the news. He was inescapable, his fame preceded him, even in the states. From what you'd heard, he was wonderful. Considering Inko had raised him by herself, you didn't doubt that. From what you'd seen, he was also incredibly hot. That's what made you nervous.

A hot, internationally famous stepbrother with no flaws that you were aware of? Yeah, that was a little intimidating. And as fate would have it, the first item on the agenda was meeting him at the family dinner shortly after you arrived.

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You wanted to make a good first impression, considering Deku had already made one, without ever having to even meet you. Hopefully, your father had only ever said good things to him when they had taken that trip to Japan. Maybe tonight wouldn't have seemed like such a daunting task, if you had been able to go with them. Work had gotten in the way.

The same had been true for Deku anytime he had planned on coming here; work got in the way. Granted, writing for a Pro Hero magazine and being the literal number Number One Hero in Japan, possibly the world, were two very different professions, so he even had you beat there.

Izuku had organized the logistics of damn near the entire weekend's arrangements and, surely, he had some connections to ensure everyone's privacy. The wedding was being held on a private beach, the four of you were all staying at an equally private beach house, and both the rehearsal dinner tomorrow, as well as the family dinner tonight were being held at an exclusive restaurant.

He'd certainly gone above and beyond for his mama; it really was sweet how much he was willing to do for her, and for you and your father. He'd paid for virtually everything, including top-notch security. Not that he would likely need it, considering who he was and the guests who would be attending, to include other top heroes from Japan, but it seemed like he didn't want to risk anything and no one could fault him for that.

You didn't know anything about villains and their schemes, and no one was really concerned about a threat anyway, but you did know firsthand the lengths that the media would go to get a look inside any aspect of the wedding. There was sure to be a least one candid photo of you all tonight, so the least that you could do was look good.

You had slipped in to your favorite ensemble, the one that bared just enough skin to be alluring, but still tasteful. It hit all your curves in just the right way, this outfit truly never let you down. You felt confident when you strolled in to the restaurant alone, regardless of the fact that you were running as few minutes late. You could chalk that up to being on island time, right?

But when you arrived and the waiter ushered you to the private patio, you only saw Deku seated at the table set for four.

"Here you are, miss," the waiter nodded politely before he returned indoors to the noticeably barren restaurant. Did he really rent out the whole place for tonight?

"Hi, you must be Y/n," he stood, extending a hand towards you as he smiled. "It's so good to finally meet you."

"Hi," you smiled back, shaking his hand. "It's good to meet you too. Sorry that it took so long," you laughed, moving to take a seat.

He was faster, stepping around the table to pull your chair out for you, "Oh, no, I'm sorry. I know it seems like we keep missing each other whenever we've had the chance to meet," he chuckled, helping you scoot your chair in before returning to his seat across from you.

"Eh, your job is pretty important from what I hear, so I'd say you get a pass," you nodded, taking a sip of the water in front of you.

"Still, I do wish I could have met you sooner," he sat back, getting comfortable in his seat. "I've heard a lot about you. All good things, I swear," he flashed his palms with a boyish grin on his face, "I know my mom is absolutely enamored with you."

"Awh, really?" Your lip jutted out in a subtle pout, "That's so sweet. I really do love your mom. Inko's been nothing but lovely to me and my dad. I'm so glad that they found each other."

"Me too," he nodded, "He treats her really well. Your dad's a really cool guy. I had a lot of fun with him in Japan. Hopefully, next time, you can come along and I can show you around."

"That'd be fun," you smiled, "I'd like that. Speaking of our parents though, do you know where they are?"

"Mom said they were running late, but they should be joining us soon," he explained. "Gives us a chance to get to know one another a little better, on the bright side."

His feet shuffled beneath the table, brushing against your legs, which you retracted on instinct, a little startled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He pulled his feet back, sitting up straighter in his chair as his apologized.

"It's okay, I promise," you laughed away the sudden start you'd had, "I get a little jumpy when I'm nervous."

"You're nervous?" He raised a curious brow, a smile curling on his lips. "What for?"

"Are you kidding?" You giggled, returning his expression right back to him. "You're Deku."

"Not here," he shook his head, his eyes gleaming with genuine intent. "Call me Izuku, please. I'm not as infallible as the media makes me out to be. I promise, I'm a human who's fully capable of making an ass of himself if given the slightest opportunity."

"I find that hard to believe," you laughed, "But maybe that's the media personality in me speaking. I am glad that I get the chance to know you beyond all the articles and photos, Izuku."

His given name felt a little foreign on your tongue, but the corners of his lips pushed up a bit higher when you used it.

It was a foreign feeling to him too. Not many people called him by his actual name any longer. It came with the territory of being the Symbol of Peace, he supposed. Still, it was nice to be humanized by his birth name. Nicer still that the one calling it was so beautiful.

Stop. He clenched his jaw tight as he smiled back at you, willing away the taboo thoughts that he'd already had a few too many times.

His mom had done nothing but sing your praises anytime that you came up in conversation. He felt like he knew you well enough already, but he was excited to get to know you himself. Especially once his mother had broken out the photos of you.

You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And you were destined to be his stepsister. Of all the ways that you could have come in to his life. You--smart, talented, accomplished, and beautiful you--were about to become his family.

The gnawing little voice in the back of his head whispered about how it wasn't that big a deal. It's not like you were being raised together. You'd never even met until now! As two, single, consenting adults. That counted for something, didn't it?

No. He had to stop. He knew that even if his mother didn't perish at the thought of something so controversial, the media would have an absolute field day if he so much as hugged you the wrong way.

"Is there anything in particular that you wanna know?" He cocked his head, smiling politely as he tried to settle his racing thoughts. "So long as you swear to keep it off the record," he pointed a playful finger at you.

"Oh, of course, I swear I will never leak a word of anything you say. I'm really not a huge fan of how far the media pries into your guys' personal lives," you offered a small, honest smile.

"What do you mean?" He furrowed his brow, resting elbows on the arm of the chair.

"I just don't think it's anyone's business to know all your business. I mean, that would drive me absolutely nuts," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you continued, "I know I work for a Hero mag, but I avoid writing gossip articles at all costs. I think being a Hero is something that takes a special kind of bravery, that I definitely do not possess, and it's shitty to reduce that down to a 300 word snippet on who they're hooking up with when you could be writing about their recent achievements."

"That is an interesting take, considering your profession," he shrugged almost apologetically, "I wouldn't have figured that that's how you viewed things. It's actually really nice to hear that; it does get a little exhausting having to deal with the image aspect of the job. I've never been much good at handling that, personally. I just," he shrugs again, interlocking his hands in front of him, "Wish sometimes that that's really all there was too it. I could do my job, save people, and then not have to worry about whether or not what I tweeted was politically correct enough."

"See, I'd be bad at your job for a few reasons then," you laughed quietly, "I can't imagine the stress of trying to maintain some stupid image on top of literally risking your life every day," you shook your head thoughtfully, shooting him a playful glance to lighten the heavy topic. "I swear, I'll throw hands with someone if they ever try to write anything negative about you, if that helps at all."

"Oh, will you?" He laughed, leaning forward and nodding pensively as he tried to picture you, who were dwarfed in comparison to his impressive stature, squaring up with anyone on his behalf. "Well, I'm glad to know I've got a slugger in my corner."

"Hey, you tease, but I'll have you know I've been in my fair share of fights," you tilted your chin up in faux indignance. "I mean, if you count wrestling with my cousins before any of us were old enough to know multiplication."

The both of you laughed, until you were interrupted by your father's voice.

"Hey! Well, it looks like you two are getting along well," He pulled Inko's chair out for her, "sorry that we were running so late."

"It's no problem, gave us a chance to finally speak," you smiled and Izuku nodded in agreement.

"Well I am glad that you two have finally met. I knew you guys would get along great," Inko smiled as your father tucked himself into the table beside you, across from her.

///

"Are your things at the beach house already, son?" Inko turned to Izuku as you all stood to leave the restaurant.

"No, but I have them in the car, mom. I had to come straight here from the flight. I'll follow you guys back there."

"Sounds good," your dad smiled over to you, "Say, why don't you two ride back together? You could keep him company. It is a bit of a drive back out to the house."

"Okay," you nodded, unable to tell for yourself if it was too eagerly or anxiously, "That's a great idea. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Izuku smiled back at you, "I'd be grateful for the company. We could continue our conversation."

"Okay, well we'll see you kids back at home then." Inko leaned in and kissed the both of you on the cheek as she and your father walked out ahead of you. "Drive safe!"

"I will," Izuku held up a hand as he waved them off, fishing his keys from his pocket.

The drive back was quiet at first, but you slowly got started back to talking and realized that you had more in common than you'd thought.

He knew you were into heroes, considering your job, but he didn't expect you to be nearly as invested as he was. It surprised him when you started bringing up some of All Might's old victories, even the lesser known ones, and asking questions about what it was like to be taught by someone like Eraser Head.

"Are you a fangirl?" He chuckled, raising a playful brow.

"Are you one to talk? I know you're still a fanboy," you laughed in response, feeling much more comfortable conversing after the 3 glasses of wine you'd enjoyed during dinner. "Besides, this is literally my profession. It's just in my best interest to stay well-versed."

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," he glanced over at you briefly as he leaned an elbow on the console between the front seats, keeping one steady hand on the wheel. "Well, now I gotta now. Do you also collect hero merch?"

"Of course I do," you rolled your eyes dramatically, "What kind of two-bit fangirl do you take me for? I've got plenty."

"Do you own any of mine?" A small smirk was evident on his innocent features as he tossed his gaze to you once again.

"Mm, are you gonna have an ego trip if I say yes?" You laughed, trying to hide your blush by looking out the passenger side window.

"Really? What all do you have?" He laughed along with you, looking between you and the road as you shrank into the passenger side door.

"Ah, not too much," you shook your head, trying to keep a straight face. "Really, it's just a couple little things."

"Like what?" He nudged you with a gentle elbow. "C'mon, think of it as you helping me figure out my demographic. What pieces were interesting enough that you picked some up?"

"Interesting enough?" you scoffed, shaking your head again as the liquid courage from dinner slipped a bold thought into your buzzed little brain. "I mean, the panties were a pretty interesting find."

He coughed from the other side of the car, for fear if he didn't he would swallow his own tongue. He knew exactly what you were talking about. They were in no means intricate or overtly sexy, but the thought of you owning a pair of panties with his brand all over them? His colors? His name?

"Are you serious? You own those?" He chuckled, trying to keep his voice light, hoping it wouldn't betray him and tip you off to the forbidden thoughts creeping into his mind.

"Own them?" You giggled, opening your mouth again in haste, against your better judgement. "I'm wearing them."

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he tried to stave off the thought of you half-naked, clad only in that garment.

"I'm sorry," you spoke again, "That's a weird thing to say to your future stepbrother, yeah? Ahh, remind me not to speak after more than two glasses of wine, please. If it helps, I did buy them before I knew my dad was dating your mom."

That didn't help. Why had you bought them before then? Did you--did you maybe think he was attractive? Did you enjoy wearing his merch in such an intimate place? Did you own any more? Walk around your apartment in nothing but a Deku t-shirt and panties?

He shifted in his seat, looking over at you to reassure you that he really had no problem with it, but he was distracted by the way that you were sitting. Legs curled up beneath you, your elbow resting beside his on the console between you, your breasts pushing together, spilling just slightly out of your top.

"That--uhm, no. No, that's not weird, really." He tore his eyes from your breasts, focusing on the road and the road only, if he could help himself, until you got back.

"Eh, it's probably a little weird now," you half-shrugged. "Speaking of though, please tell me to shut the fuck up if this is too personal, but do you ever, like, hook up with fans? I mean, have you ever taken a girl home and then, like, boom, you find your name under her skirt?"

"Uh," he shook his head, "no, I don't really do too many hook-ups actually. Don't really have much time or even the energy for that. Besides, I've never really been much of a hit it and quit it type anyway. I'd rather have some kind of emotional connection to the person, ya know?"

"Yeah," you nodded, looking over at him in the driver's seat. "I'm the same way. I mean, I've made exceptions, but for the most part, I just think it's better to be with someone you connect with on a level other than just physical."

Which is why Izuku was looking better and better as the night went on. You bit down on the inside of your lip, stealing a look at his toned body. The way that the sleeves of his polo shirt stretched around his scarred biceps shouldn't be allowed. That body and that handsome face of his was a wicked combination for the world to throw at you in the form of a stepbrother.

Especially one who was also so kind? Thoughtful? Funny? You almost wished he was actually a jackass. It would have been easier for you to deny how attracted you were to him. It wasn't fair that this catch of a man was now off-limits. Granted, you'd never have actually met him if your parents weren’t getting married, but still. Unfair.

"Lemme help you with your things," you offered as you came around to the trunk where Izuku was slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Oh, that's all right," he smiled, picking up a backpack to sling over his other side. "Thank you, though,"

"Nonsense," you grabbed a strap of the backpack, pulling it off his shoulder, trying to ignore the feel of his biceps beneath your hand. "I mean I know I can't lift a building, but I can handle this."

He chuckled as he picked up his last bag out of the trunk before closing it, "I appreciate it."

You helped him carry his bags up into the very generously-sized beach house. There were two floors, the master on the ground floor, and the rest of the guest rooms upstairs. He followed you up and pointed you to his room, just down the hall from yours.

"Thanks for your help," he smiled as he took the backpack from you. "And thanks for riding back with me, I really enjoyed your company."

"Anytime," you smiled up at him, "Sorry again if I made anything weird. I had fun tonight though. Not gonna lie, I really was a little nervous to meet you."

"Why's that?"

“You have to ask?” You upturned your palms, gesturing to his form, “You’re literally an international super hero.”

“You interview heroes all the time, don’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head like he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

“Yes, but—ah, no. I need sleep,” you waved a hand to signify your exit as your started toward the door. “G’night.”

“But what?” He captured your fingertips as he insisted on an explanation, “C’mon, you can’t leave me hanging like that.”

“But you’re also,” you cringed at yourself before the words left your lips, “objectively hot? Ah, see, more weird shit. I’ll, uh, see you in the morning, maybe. If I haven’t embarrassed myself back to the continental US by then.”

“Stop,” he chuckled, tugging on your fingers gently to pull you closer to him. “You’re fine, I promise. Would it help if I embarrassed myself a little too?”

You rocked on your heels, mouth twitched into a thoughtful pout, “Mm, I mean I s’pose it couldn’t hurt.”

“Alright,” he took a quick, deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “I also think you’re hot.”

“Objectively,” you corrected, but he just stared at you, emerald eyes unwavering. “Objectively,” you tried again. “Right?”

“No. Just hot. I mean,” he shrugged, selfishly taking in every dip and every curve of your body as his eyes raked over them until they came to study your face. “I’d prefer to use the term beautiful, but I don’t know which word would embarrass you further and I’m trying to avoid that.”

“Dek—Izuku,” you closed your eyes, shaking your head in confusion.

Maybe you had misheard him. Maybe you had more to drink than you thought? No, you had a buzz, but if you were properly drunk, standing this still with your eyes closed would have been a much bigger challenge.

“Oh, no, I know. It's kinda weird, right?” He picked up your train of thought. “I mean, if we weren’t, if our parents weren’t getting married this weekend, I’d—I mean, I’d, uh,” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. “See? I can’t even say it."

"I'm gonna need you to," you bobbed your head, desperate for him to confirm that he'd been having the same forbidden thoughts that you'd had. "Just, so we're, uhm, on the same page. Please?"

He paused, scrunching his features together as he weighed the consequences of admitting his devious thoughts.

"I'd be trying to hook up with you, er, well. I'd be asking you out, more like it. And then hoping you'd hook up with me," he averted his eyes, looking like a lost puppy all of a sudden. "If I were to be perfectly honest."

The glimmer in his bright eyes tugged at something in your chest as you watched him search for an easy answer to the predicament you'd both fallen into.

"So, same page then," you sighed, an unsure smile plain on your face as he picked his eyes up off the floor, connecting them with your own upon hearing your subtle confession that you were in the same place.

The glint within his green orbs now sent butterflies rushing much lower than your chest. They flooded your belly as the air in the room seemed to thin, bidding you to draw in more air to stave off the light-headed sensation crawling up your spine as the two of you stepped closer to one another.

A knock at the open door made you both jump, instinctively putting distance between yourselves as you looked to find Inko in the entryway.

"Hey, we're going to try and get to bed early tonight. Just wanted to make sure you got back okay and to say goodnight." She smiled as your dad came up behind her in the hall, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"We got a big day tomorrow, so try to get some rest yourselves, okay?"

"Will do," you agreed with a smile, "Good night, you guys."

"Yeah, goodnight," Izuku nodded along as they both retreated, bidding you a good night's sleep.

"This, uh," you clapped a hand over your eyes once you heard their door close downstairs, "Fuck, this sucks," you squeezed, tightening the pressure around your temples, "Oh my God, I was talking to you about my underwear? I, uh, I'm gonna go to bed. Pretend that none of this happened and then maybe tomorrow, maybe. Hopefully. I won't wanna fuck you."

"I gotta be honest with you, I don't think that's gonna work the way you're hoping it will," he couldn't help but laugh, "It's okay, though. We just," he shrugged, "won't bring it up again."

You nodded, staring down at the plush carpet beneath your feet, looking back up when you felt his eyes burning into you.

"And I'll try my best not to picture you in those panties," he chuckled again, shaking his head as he raked his eyes over your lower half.

You felt your face heat up, scorching under the way he was eyeing you, feeling guilty for wishing that he would never stop looking at you in the exact way.

"So much for not bringing it up," you chortled.

"I'm sorry," he put his hands up in front of him, wearing a guilty grin. "I promise, not another word out of me."

He mimed a locking gesture over his lips, taking another step back from you as you grinned back at him, shaking your head.

"Good night, Izuku."

"Good night, Y/n." He called after you as you strode down the hall, into your own bedroom with one last glance over your shoulder as you pushed the door closed.

///

"Your dad and I are gonna go and pick up your grandparents from the airport and take them to their hotel. I was thinking you and Izuku could meet us there and maybe we could all grab lunch together before we have to start getting ready for the rehearsal dinner tonight?"

You looked up at Inko from your spot in the hot tub with a smile, "Yeah, that sounds like fun. What time should we be there?"

"Your dad is insisting we get to the airport early, in case their flight arrives sooner than expected," she rolled her eyes with a 'but I love him' grin, "so it will probably be awhile before we get them checked in. I can text you when we get to their hotel. Should give you guys plenty of time to meet us at whatever restaurant we end up at."

"Okay," you nodded, "I'll keep my phone on me. Drive safe."

"See you later, honey," she waved, taking her departure.

You let your head fall back with a sigh, mind still reeling from the conversation you'd had with Izuku the night before.

It's fine. It'll be fine. You're just in a tropical paradise, home alone with your stepbrother-to-be, who you definitely don't have a mutual crush on.

Totally fine.

You could just avoid him until you had to leave for lunch, that was doable. Climbing out of the hot tub, you grabbed a towel and draped it around yourself, patting yourself dry before you padded into the house. Izuku was just coming down the stairs, wearing only a short pair of swimming trunks that hung just right on his v-line and came up above his knees, giving you a generous glimpse of his muscular thighs.

"Hey, done soaking so soon? I was just about to join you out there."

"Uh," your brain almost short-circuited as your gaze roved over his impressive abs. It was all you could do to keep you tongue from lolling out of your mouth. "I, uh--gotta get dressed," you nodded, deciding that was something you could roll with. "I'm still not exactly sure what I'm wearing tonight and now that we're all meeting up for lunch, I gotta find something to wear to that, so you go ahead. Jacuzzi's all yours."

"You need two hours to pick out an outfit?" He furrowed a jesting brow, the most innocent looking smirk you've ever seen playing on his lips as he strolled toward you.

"Sometimes," you shrugged, trying to peel your eyes off of him, but finding yourself unable to do so as he grew nearer.

"You're not trying to avoid me, are you?"

He was standing right in front of you, towering over your frame, which felt insignificant in comparison to him. You crooked your head back, angling it to look up at him through your lashes as you instructed yourself on how to keep breathing normally. He looked even better this close up, so close that you could simply extend your fingers and graze his thigh, if you so chose to.

"No," you feigned a sarcastic veil of innocence, rolling your eyes playfully. "Why would I do that, onii-chan?"

You held your breath, stunning yourself into silence at the way you let the last word linger on your tongue, a quiet whisper for his ears only. It was half a reminder, half a challenge. A reassurance of exactly what you wanted him to do to you, but a allusion to precisely why he shouldn't dare.

But Izuku Midoriya wasn't one to walk away from something that he wanted. And, oh, if only you knew how badly he wanted you right now.

He narrowed his gaze, his eyes growing darker, but softening at the same time. A potent concoction that had your belly doing backflips as he leaned down.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I just--," the gentle lull of his whisper pulled you in closer as his words trailed off and, like magnets destined to collide, you both gave in.

A sudden meeting of two eager mouths, clashing in a battle for dominance as his large hands gripped your hips, pulling them flush against him. You could feel the tip of his growing erection press into your skin as you mewled against his lips, locking your hands behind his neck, wordlessly begging him to kiss you deeper.

He obliged, bending at the knee to catch the back of your thighs as your towel fell from around your body. With impeccable ease, he supported your weight within his massive palms, lifting you up and around his waist, so you could fully encircle your arms around his neck as you brought yourselves as close as you physically could to one another.

"We--," you groaned quietly as he pinned your back to the wall and ground against your core with his stiffened cock, straining against his thin trunks, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"But you want to, don't you?" He pulled back just enough to look at your face, breathless and beautiful as he anxiously searched for an answer.

"Yes," you combed your fingers into the soft tufts of his green hair, watching your digits fiddle with his curls to avoid his eyes. "But by this time tomorrow, we'll technically be related."

He moved a hand out from under you, keeping you flush and secure against the wall as he cupped your face in his hand, guiding your eyes back to his, "But we're not yet."

It was a dubious loophole, at best. One you were all too ready to slip through as your lips fell on his again. He grinned into the kiss, situating his hand beneath you once more before migrating both to your ass to squeeze as groaned against your lips.

"You wanna go upstairs, baby? Or do you want me to take you on the couch?" He snaked a hand up your side, his deft fingers already tugging at the tie of your bikini top as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Neither. Here," you nodded frantically, pressing your hands to his chest with a sense of urgency. "Take me right here, please."

His eyes blew wide, a carnal grunt leaving his chest as he tore your top away, exposing your breasts and then descending upon them as leaned you back, letting the top of your spine rest against the wall while his arms hooked under your knees. He took one breast in his mouth, his hot tongue laving against your nipple, while his hand clawed from beneath your ass at your bikini bottoms, pulling them aside to reveal access to your core.

"Fuck, Izuku," you whined as your exposed pussy rocked against his still clothed member, leaving a telltale spot of your slick behind on the fabric.

"Say it again," he mumbled between the valley of your breasts, moving his attention to your other nipple before he folded you tighter against the wall to tug at his own bottoms, coaxing them down far enough to drop down his legs as he stepped out of them.

"'Zuku," you mewled again, interlocking your fingers behind his neck as his mouth returned to explore yours.

"Mm-mm," he smirked, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Not that name. The other one. It sounded so good when you said it, doll."

You whimpered, closing your eyes as the head of his cock breached your folds and stilled.

A deep shade of crimson flushed your cheeks as you needily whispered, "Onii-chan, please."

The groan that rang in your ears was feral as he sank his cock inside of you, slowly, but all at once. He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size while he savored the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," he sighed, slowly beginning to move, falling in love with the way that your breasts bounced each time he thrust himself back inside of you.

Fuck the controversy, this was worth it. The feeling of your walls sucking his cock in, practically begging for him to kiss your cervix, which he did, expertly. Over and over as he picked up the pace, spurred on by the cries and the curses that you babbled while your eyes rolled back.

You clamped down around him, jolting in his hold as the coil in your belly snapped. He held you fast, praising you while you fell apart in his grasp.

"You look so fucking beautiful, baby. Such a good girl," he panted, relentlessly chasing his own release as he pulled you away from the wall, guiding your hips as he bounced you on his cock, which was fit to burst at any moment. "Gonna make me cum inside this tight little pussy, is that what you want? Want your onii-chan to stuff you full of cum?"

All you could manage was a pathetic nod and a soft whimper as you clung to his shoulders, the rest of your body feeling more akin to a ragdoll as he impaled you with such ease. It wasn’t long before his hot seed exploded inside you, coating your velvet walls in such excess that some of it dribbled back out, dripping between the two of you as he rode out his high.

"Holy shit," he carried you to the couch, sitting down as he chased his breath, his semi-hard cock still stuffed deep inside you.

You closed your eyes, falling against his chest with a satisfied groan as you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. The pair of you sat there in silence, coming down from the post-coital euphoria until you addressed the elephant in the room.

"Are we gonna regret this?"

He hesitated, very briefly, before resting his hand atop your head, stroking your hair soothingly as he tightened the arm that he had draped around your waist.

indulger!katsuki who cannot handle a single pout from you, especially when you’re staring at something that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.

you both stood in the center of a glittering ginza boutique, the air smelling of expensive lilies and cold air conditioning. you didn’t say a word; you simply stopped in front of a gold necklace with a pear-cut diamond that caught the light in a way that made your eyes widen.

you looked at the jewel, then slowly shifted your gaze to katsuki, tilting your head with a small, hopeful shimmer in your eyes.

katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tensing under his your gaze. “don't even start with that look,” he barked, though his eyes didn't leave your face.

“i didn't say anything, katsuki.” you chuckled.

“you're saying it with your damn eyes! you're practically screaming 'buy me this overpriced rock' without opening your mouth! it's a piece of carbon, you greedy brat! do you have any idea how many zeros are on that price tag?” katsuki had his hands in his hips, looking down at you like he was your mom scolding you.

“i didn’t even ask for it, baby. just looking… it’s pretty, that’s all,”you let out a tiny, theatrical sigh and began to turn away, your shoulders slumping just a fraction.

“tch! stop it! get back here!" he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but careful, and yanked you back toward the glass case. he slammed a hand onto the counter, making the sales clerk jump nearly a foot in the air. “wrap that one up! now! and put it in the fancy box so she doesn't complain that it looks cheap!”

“of course, sir! right away!” as the clerk hurried to package the necklace.

katsuki leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “you're a manipulative menace. a spoiled, pampered little menace. you think you can just look at me and i'll cave? you think i'm some kind of pushover?”

you beamed, leaning into his chest. “yes!”

“damn right i am! for you i am! now let's get out of here before you decide you want the matching earrings too!”

“ooh! now that you mention it…”

indulger!katsuki who believes that “out of stock” is merely a suggestion and that rules don't apply when you want something.

you were in a high-end streetwear boutique, your eyes locked on a limited-edition cropped leather jacket. it was the only one in your size, and it was perched precariously on a headless mannequin in the window. the store manager had already told you three times that display items were not for sale.

you looked at the jacket, then at your boyfriend, your lower lip trembling just a bit. “let’s just go. he said i can't have it,” you whispered, looking devastated.

katsuki’s eyes snapped to the mannequin. he looked at the manager, who was sweating profusely, and then back to you. a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “what do you mean it's not for sale?”

“sir, it's the display model! it's meant to stay on the mannequin for the aesthetic of the window—”

“i don't give really a damn about the bullshit of your window. isn’t a store like this supposed to be taking money?! tch,”katsuki stormed forward, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor. in one fluid, violent motion, he reached out and gripped the collar of the jacket. with a loud rip of plastic fasteners and a crash of the mannequin’s arm snapping off, he tore the garment right off the plastic form. he didn't even wait for the manager to react before he tossed the jacket over your shoulders. “there. now it's yours. stop looking like a kicked puppy.”

“katsuki! you can't just—”

“i just did! now, you,” he pointed a finger at the trembling manager, “ring this up. now. or i'll blow the front door off your hinges and pay for it in pieces.”

you giggled, hugging the leather to your chest. “you're so aggressive. aren’t you supposed to be a hero…? that wasn’t heroic at all.”

“did i steal it?! no, i didn’t. now shut up and pay for the damn thing with my card, you brat.”

indulger!katsuki who will cross entire prefectures just to satisfy a midnight craving because he can't stand the thought of you being unhappy.

it was 1:00 am on a tuesday. katsuki had just finished a grueling sixteen-hour shift dealing with a villain breakout in the city center. he was covered in soot, his muscles aching, and he had just collapsed onto the sofa. you crawled into his lap, rubbing your cheek against his chest. “kats baby... i really want that strawberry shortcake from that one bakery in chiba.”

he groaned, the sound vibrating through his ribs. “are you kidding me? chiba? that's an hour's drive! go to sleep!”

“but the cream is so light... and they use those organic strawberries... i can almost taste it.” you practically whined as you nuzzled closer to him like an annoying cat.

your boyfriend closed his eyes, praying for strength. he stayed silent for a full minute, his chest heaving. then, he let out a loud, frustrated scream and sat up abruptly, nearly dumping you off his lap. “god damn it! why are you like this? why can't you just want a normal snack from the convenience store?”

“because i'm your pretty baby?”

he glared at you, his vermillion eyes narrowing, but the heat in them wasn't anger. oh, no it wasn’t. it was absolute, unconditional devotion. no matter how hard he glared, you had him wrapped around your pretty manicured fingers that he also payed for.

katsuki stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. “get in the car. if we get there and they're sold out, i'm leaving you on the sidewalk.”

“you love me too much for that.”

“tch. keep talking and i'll buy you a whole damn bakery and make you work there just so i never have to drive to chiba at midnight again!”

indulger!katsuki who expresses his love through a constant stream of “shut up” and “you're annoying,” while simultaneously funding your entire lavish lifestyle.

you were sitting on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of shopping bags from your latest spree. you were trying on a pair of towering gold heels that were probably impractical for any one human being to walk in.

katsuki walked into the room, stopping to stare at the chaos. “what the hell is all this? did you rob a bank while i was at the agency?”

“they were on sale!” you beamed up at him giddily as if that answered his question.

“on sale? you bought six pairs of the same shoe in different colors! you're a damn shopaholic is what you are!” katsuki had his hands on his hips as if he was your mom scolding you.

you stood up, wobbling slightly in the gold heels, and walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but look how they make my legs look, kats.”

he looked down at your legs, then back up at your face. his expression shifted from irritation to a hunger that made your stomach flip. he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his palms warm through your clothes. “tch. your legs always look good. you don't need overly expensive gold shoes to make me want to rip your clothes off.”

“are you saying you don't like them?” you pouted at him.

“i'm saying i find it stupid how much money you spend on things that just make me want to keep you in the bedroom all day. now get those damn things off and c’mere."

indulger!katsuki who views your shopping addiction as a challenge to his bank account, and he loves winning. you once mentioned, in passing, that you liked a certain vintage watch that was being auctioned off, a piece that was practically unobtainable.

you didn't expect him to get it; you just liked the idea of it.

two weeks later, katsuki tosses a small, velvet box onto your lap while you're eating breakfast. “here. stop thinking about it. it’s starting to annoying me.”

you open the box to find the watch, its gold face gleaming. you gasp, looking at the price estimate you'd seen online. “katsuki bakugo! this cost... this is insane! why would you do this?”

“hah! because i can!” he yells, though there's a smirk playing on his lips. “because i'm the best, and my woman should have the best. i don't want you looking at some auction site like some extra. i want you to look at your wrist and remember that i'm the one who got it for you.” he pulls you into his lap, his arms locking around you. “i'll buy the whole damn auction house if it means you'll stop daydreaming and focus on me. you get it? everything you want is yours, as long as you remember who the hell provides it.”

you weren’t entirely sure what his deal was… he either loved you so much that he was willing to throw money at everything, he actually finds it annoying when you talk about stuff you want, or he loves flexing his hard-earned money.

it was all the above.

indulger!katsuki who treats every anniversary, birthday, holiday, or “just because” day as a competition to see how much he can possibly spoil you.

for your anniversary, he didn't just get you a gift; he rented out an entire rooftop garden in tokyo, filled it with your favorite flowers, and had a five-course meal prepared by a michelin-star chef after he went on a full-scale rant on how stupid it is to pull cliché “bullshit” like they do in the movies.

as you looked around the breathtaking setup, your eyes glistening with tears, he stood beside you, looking uncomfortable in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. “stop crying, brat. it's just a dinner.”

“it's not just a dinner, kats! it's beautiful!”

“tch. it's whatever. i just didn't want you complaining that i didn't do enough this year." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. inside was a ring—not like the diamond one he'd bought you months ago, but a rare, deep red ruby that matched the color of his eyes.

“i saw this and thought it looked like something a greedy brat would want.” katsuki shrugged as if he was talking about the specials on the menu.

“katsuki...”

“don't get all mushy on me. just put the damn ring on so we can eat before the food gets cold. and don't think this means you can buy a new car next week.” he pointed a stern finger at you.

you laughed, sliding the ring onto your finger and throwing your arms around his neck. “i was thinking a yacht.”

your boyfriend froze, his eyes widening. “a yacht? who the hell wants a boat?!”

“a pretty one! with gold trim!”

katsuki sighed, but he was already pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of promise and absolute, unwavering devotion. “fine. but if we get a yacht, i'm the captain. and you're just the pampered passenger who looks pretty.”

“deal.” you nodded your head eagerly.

“good because your also a terrible driver and i have no plans being the jack to your rose when we die in sea.”

“asshole! fucking forget it then!”

indulger!katsuki who can't maintain a professional demeanor when you decide you miss him too much to let him work.

you were at home, lounging in one of his oversized shirts, feeling particularly needy. you knew he was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting with the top ten heroes. out of impulse, you sent him a message:

i'm so bored and the bed feels too big without you.

five minutes later, your phone buzzed.

stop sending me shit while i'm working, brat.

you replied: i might just go buy another little lingerie set to pass the time. i saw a gorgeous red set… oh, did i mention i’m wearing a black set rn

you quickly followed it up by sending him a single photo: a selfie of you biting your lip, nothing on but a black lace teddy set, sitting prettily in the bed.

his response was almost instantaneous it made you giggle.

stay. put.

another ten minutes passed before the front door slammed open with such force the windows rattled. katsuki stormed into the bedroom, still in his full hero gear, his arm bracers were removed and thrown on the couch in a blink of an eye. he looked absolutely livid, his chest heaving. “who the hell do you think you are, interrupting my meeting with a photo of you dressed like that?"

“i missed you,” you whispered, sliding off the bed and walking toward him.

“you're a menace. i had edgeshot staring at my phone screen for three seconds because i reacted too loud! i'm supposed to be a professional!”

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “are you going to go back, dynamight?”

katsuki looked down at you, his gaze darkening as he felt your warmth against him. he reached up, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. “not a chance in hell. now, since you wanted my attention so badly, you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon making up for the fact that i had to walk out of a very important meeting.”

“how?”

“shut up. i'll show you.”

indulger!katsuki who loves the way you beg, not just for things, but for him, and he takes his time making sure you earn every single touch.

he pulled back, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't move to take off the rest of your clothes; instead, he just watched you squirm beneath him, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. “what's the matter? you were so bold over text. where's all that energy now?”

“please... kats, please.” you squirmed.

“please what? be specific. i don't do vague requests.” your smug boyfriend tutted.

you arched your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “i want you... i want you inside me. please.”

katsuki chuckled, a dark, rough sound. he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to touch you, his fingers finding you already drenched and aching. he didn't push inside; he just teased the entrance, circling the sensitive peak of your center with agonizing movements. “tch, you're so impatient. you think because i get you whatever you want, you get the reward immediately? no. you're going to wait until i decide you've begged enough.”

“fuck—i'll do anything! just... please, baby!”

“anything? then tell me, brat. tell me how much you love being taken care off by me. tell me how much you love that i'm the only one who can handle you. the only one who is capable of giving you everything and anything you want.”

“i love it... i love you... i love that you're mine—hah… only mine,”

katsuki didn't wait another second. he ripped the loose shirt you were wearing upward, exposing you completely, and drove into you in one powerful thrust.

“oh! f-ffuuuck…” you screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth as he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cry. he moved with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his body a storm of heat and muscle, driving you deeper and deeper into the mattress.

indulger!katsuki who is surprisingly attentive during sex, ensuring that while he is dominant, your pleasure is the absolute priority. despite the aggression of his movements, his eyes never left yours. he watched every flicker of pleasure, every curl of your toes, every time your eyes rolled back in your head.

“look at me,” katsuki commanded, his voice strained.

“i'm... i'm looking!” you mewled as you fought your head from tilting backwards.

“tell me how it feels. tell me how i feel—ffuuuck, yeah, baby. take it just like that—inside you.” katsuki pounded you into the mattress, his knees bent as his hips moved relentlessly.

“it's perfect... you're... oh god, katsuki!” your nails digging into his back, marking him.

katsuki gritted his teeth, his pace increasing, his palms sparking slightly against the sheets, the scent of sweat and the burnt fabric filling the room. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit, the exact spot that sent you over the edge, adding a level of stimulation that made your entire body convulse.

“that's it... take it all, my greedy baby. take everything i give you.”

as you peaked, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering moan, he followed you, his body stiffening as he let out a low, primal roar, filling you completely. he collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy heaves, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird.

indulger!katsuki who becomes an insatiable force of nature when you are ovulating, turning your heightened desire into a marathon of pleasure that leaves both of you completely spent. and in his opinion, as much as he thinks you’re the best thing to ever exist, this version of you might take the cake.

you had told him you were in your peak window, and the moment the words left your lips, the air in the room had shifted. katsuki didn't just become more affectionate; he became obsessed.

“i can smell it on you,” he whispered, his voice a dark, predatory hum as he backed you against the bedroom wall. “you smell like you are wet f’me already.”

“i am,” you whimpered, your legs already shaking. “i can't stop thinking about you, baby. i want you inside me. now please.”

katsuki didn't need to be told twice. he ripped your clothes off, his movements frantic yet precise. he lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist. it didn’t take long before he drove himself into you with a force that made the wall rattle. “you are so wet,” he groaned, the sound of his cock sliding into your drenched pussy creating a loud, squelching noise that echoed in the room. “you are practically dripping for me.”

he fucked you for hours, moving you from the wall to the bed, then to the floor, and back again. every time you thought he was finished, every time he came in a loud, shaking burst of pleasure, he would look at you, at your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your pleading eyes, and he would harden again.

“more,” you sobbed, clutching his shoulders. “please, suki, more.”

“fucking hell. you are a bottomless pit, katsuki panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. “i can't believe how much you can take. it is unbelievable.”

he explored every inch of you, his tongue tracing the line of your thighs, his fingers stretching you open before plunging back inside. he was rough and demanding, his voice a constant stream of praise and possession. “yes, take it all,” he commanded, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic thud. “you want this, don't you? you want your man to fill you up until you can't take another drop.”

“yes, k-kats! ngghh… oh, fuck, baby. harder, harder—yeah…”

by the time you were finally satiated, katsuki collapsed beside you, the sun was beginning to peak through the curtains. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum, your bodies entwined in a tangle of exhaustion.

“you are a monster,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “my beautiful, greedy little monster.”

you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest, “you tired? what happened, dynamight? i thought you were the best of the best.”

“i am going to spend the rest of the day making sure you stay this exhausted if you keep talking like that.”

indulger!katsuki who is unexpectedly devoted to your physical comfort in the aftermath of your endless love making, turning into a protective heater that refuses to let you go.

after a particularly grueling session where he's left you spent and breathless, he doesn't just roll over and sleep. he carries you into the oversized marble shower, the water steaming and hot. “stop shivering, you idiot. i've got you.”

“it’s not like i’m doing it on purpose,” you retorted, splashing him on the face with water which earned you a glare.

katsuki washes you with a slow, methodical care, his large hands scrubbing your skin with a luxury soap he bought specifically because you liked the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. he doesn't yell now; his voice is a low, sleepy murmur. “you're so damn small compared to me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “how the hell do you fit all that greed into one person?”

“i'm not greedy,” you murmur, leaning back into his chest.

“you're the greediest person i've ever met. and the worst part is, i can't stop giving you everything. you've got me wrapped around your finger, and you know it.”

he wraps you in a towel that's far too big for you, effectively swallowing you in plush fabric, and carries you back to bed, tucking you in as if you were something fragile that might break if he didn't hold you just right.

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