it shuts him up, makes his figure go rigid as he feels your skin press against his, and it’s warm—but it’s not the warmth that makes his body protest. it’s the kind that makes old wounds close and new aches numb, and for a moment, it’s enough. he’s enough when his arm hesitantly wraps around your waist, when your lips plant a tiny kiss to the decimated skin that you should find horrifying, when your ice cold fingertips smooth over the expanse of his overheated flesh—and he faintly registers that those are hearts you’re tracing, and it’s enough. 

for now, it’s enough to let himself feel this, feel you. 

“how’s this any better than turning the heat up?” he scowls, but the way his cheek lays against the crown of your head answers his own question. 

“because now i get cuddles,” you murmur happily. 

“and i get a dead arm when i wake up,” he grunts. 

you huff, and you’re just a tad bit spoiled, he thinks. a little too well versed in getting him to tell you more than he initially plans, or staying a few moments longer than he initially says, or getting a few extra smiles than he initially gives. and he lets you get away with it, lets your honeyed words and the cool breeze of your breath against his skin pick away at his resolve. 

“it’s fair compensation for my grocery bill,” you shoot back, and there’s nothing but achingly sweet fondness in your voice, “who knew you’d have so many demands for the shopping list?”

“your wallet won’t suffer if you just steal shit like i do. i don’t even have a wallet,” he grins, and there’s something about the way you giggle that makes him wonder if the birds ever stop singing their songs when they hear you. 

“that’s the difference between you and me. the great divide, if you will,” you poke his ribs teasingly, and he feels laughter knit into each bone, tucking itself seamlessly like it’s belonged there in the first place. it rumbles through his chest in a low chuckle, under your cheek and into your smile. 

“not everyone can be as cunning as me, doll.”

and then you do that thing that you always insist on doing—the one where you cup his face and turn his head and look into his eyes, every shade of your affection meeting the cerulean of his orbs. he should look away, but he can’t. doesn’t think he ever will. 

and maybe, he doesn’t want to. 

“cunning enough to make it cold so i’ll cuddle you? yeah, i’d say you’re real good.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” he rolls his eyes. and with a fleeting glance to your eyes again, he feels the fire that crackles painfully over his skin flicker out as you lean to press a kiss to his mouth. it’s short—too short, but relief spreads over every inch of him. 

“if you cuddle me tomorrow too, i’ll let you empty my wallet all you want,” you whisper—almost like it’s a secret.

“lame offer. i already empty it all i want anyway,” he says instantly, but if the way his arm tightens around you is any indication of his answer (and it is), you think for once, you have dabi right where you want him. 

you pout, making his smile reach his eyes as he smirks. “i’ll stop letting you then.”

“you won’t,” he murmurs, “yer too weak.” and for once, he leans in for the kiss first, thumb circling over your cheek and arm pulling you into his chest.

You sighed heavily as you watched the younger cadets delivering you yet another pile of paperwork. They placed it on your desk and they saluted you before they exited your office.

So much bureaucracy, and for what? The Military Police was shitty anyway. All those kids that joined were from the rich families of Wall Sina. None of them was skilled and the ones who were, they were going to drop their skills in the trash because Wall Sina promised them a good life.

Your Regiment was shit and you knew it. You have always known and that's why you joined. You joined to make it better than it was, and you were so close. You had just been appointed deputy commander.

But just one person couldn't do much.

You sighed tiredly and stood off your chair. You had been sitting on your ass all day. You grabbed your green Military Police coat and put it on.

You hadn't seen Erwin in months. You just always tried to make sure he was alive after every expedition you went off to.

The Commander of the Scout Regiment - you admired him. The man had nerves of steel. Nile had introduced you two at an evening in the Royal Palace for the Annual Celebration of the King's Reign.

You had caught his eye right away. Someone actually trying to fix the MPs? You were one of a kind. He had offered you to join the Scouts instead. You really didn't belong with the MPs. He had seen you fight. You had potential.

You kindly, and regretfully declined. You had a goal - no matter how impossible it was, you wouldn't stop trying. But his offer was still on the table.

And as for you two? There was this relationship between you two that you had no idea what it was, you just knew it was addicting. You were each other's comfort. You would listen to him for hours and hours (the rare days you had time) talk about how disrupted everything was and you'd add to the discussion.

It helped nothing talking about it, you were both trying hard, and it felt good to have an understanding. It felt good to have someone who could understand and agree.

So you put on your coat and you made your way to the stables. You rode out to the Trost District, to the headquartered of the Survey Corps.

Upon entering the building, it was a mess. People talking and walking around and doing their chores and delivering papers to the officials.

Erwin was in the chaos, talking with Hange and Miche and another couple of his Section Commanders. His eyes fell on your figure as you stood in the midst of it all and he stopped talking.

"Deputy Commander (F/n) (L/n)," He said and you tucked your hands in the pockets of your coat.

"Don't mind me. Just passing by," You shrugged. "Thought I should wish you good luck for your upcoming Expedition,"

He knew exactly why you were there. "My office," He nodded at you. "Hange, I do not wish to be disturbed,"

"Y- Yeah- Y- Yes, sir!" Hange tried their best not to start snickering. They definitely knew about you two, didn't they?

Erwin escorted you to his office and once you were inside, he wasted no second. He pushed you against the closed door, and he kissed you.

He kissed you hard, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you could taste tea on his tongue and himself. You buried your fingers in his hair and tugged him down to you.

He pulled back, panting against your wet lips as he gripped your coat and tugged it off your shoulders.

"Missed you," You mumbled as he buried his face in your neck and tugged on your shirt. He wanted you to take everything off. "Whoah, hang on a sec-" You clenched a hand in his hair but he cut you.

"I want you to ride my face," He pulled back to look at you with hunger in his eyes and your eyes widened at his sudden request.

"Uh... well w- we'll get to that, if you first promise not to die in the next Expedition,"

He almost frowned. "You know I can't promise anything like that,"

You groaned. "I know but please, I can't be surrounded by idiots for the rest of my life,"

He chuckled. He cupped your cheek. "That will be an unavoidable problem," He grinned. "Enough talking," He picked you up as if you weighed nothing and he settled you on his shoulder, face dangling from his back. You laughed.

He placed you down on his bed and climbed on top of you. He kissed your lips while your hands worked on his shirt and his hands worked on your own.

You were naked and beneath him before you knew it. He was still wearing his pants and you whined as he didn't let you unclothe him further. He brought you to straddle his chest. Your wet heat just inches from his face and your cheeks grew a bright red. It wasn't the first time you were doing this, but he always tended to make things quite messy when you did that.

"Just let me know if you can't breathe, okay?"

"You're breathtaking, darling, I can never breathe when I'm around you,"

You laughed lightly at his cheesy little comment. He was such a dork. Always making the dorkiest compliments that a few decades back would have definitely worked in making a woman fall, but now they were just funny and traditional, but they never failed to make you blush.

"Aw, so sweet," You commented before shifting on top of him. He grabbed your buttcheeks in his large palms and he brought you on top of him. His tongue lashed out, flicking against your clit and you gasped.

Your toes curled and your pretty lips parted as he sucked your clit between his plump lips and his tongue began to explore your sweet hole. You were so wet already and your hips were twitching against his face. His nose grazed gently against your clit and his tongue thrust inside your sweet hole, lapping up your juices and rubbing against all the right spots.

You saw stars. You threw your head back and your body shook in his grasp. You almost shifted away from the excess pleasure he was putting on your body but his fingers tightened in the plush of your hips, your buttcheeks, your skin, locking you in place. Your pretty sounds were getting louder and louder. You riding his tongue, his nose rubbed against your clit and it made you see stars.

Your fingers clenched in his hair forcing his face deeper in your throbbing heat and the coil in your stomach threatened to snap.

"Fuck! E- D- Daddy, I'm... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum, fuck..." You breathed out shakily and he landed a smack on your buttcheek that stung oh-so-deliciously, pushing you over the edge. "Fuck!"

You mewled and whimpered and his tongue lapped up your juices, before sucking your clit in his mouth, overstimulating you through your tense orgasm till you were shaking and you were shying away from him. His arms tightened around you and he kept you in place. His tongue thrust back in and you almost screamed.

"N- No! Fuck! Too much, daddy! Too much... please, please... I'm gonna... Ah-!"

He flipped you on your back and he was on top of you before you knew it. You watched him unbuckling his belt and finally releasing his hard cock from the confines of his pants. He grunted when he pressed the leaky tip to your wet warm hole and he slipped in.

You tensed at the sheer size that always split your body in two. This man was perfect in any way. Huge and sexy and always towering over you. He held so much power over everyone and everything.

He caught your lips in his own and he kissed you hard and sweet. You could taste yourself on his tongue as his cock all the way in, kissing your cervix with such ease. You gasped in his mouth and pulled from the kiss to let both of you pant.

"My good girl," He caught your hips, hooking them around his waist as he started to thrust slowly in and out. "Taking me so well," He groaned against your lips as he thrust back in.

"S' big daddy," You whined as he pulled out and pushed all the way back in. His balls pressing against your ass.

He chuckled. "Only the best for my spoiled girl," He brought his fingers past your lips and you started sucking on them obediently. "Now be a good girl and keep those sounds down for me. You don't want the entire HQ knowing how much of a pretty slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head dumbly. His fingers still in your mouth and his cock deep inside you. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and petted your hair.

"Good girl,"

He pulled back to sit on his knees, grabbing a hold of your hips and starting to thrust in and out hard and fast. You wailed and you threw your head back. Your body arched and your fingers fisted on the sheets. You were so pretty right there, getting wrecked, screaming over his fat cock that split you over and over. Beautiful breasts bouncing with every thrust and his hand settled between your legs, rubbing your aching clit.

You came almost instantly and he groaned at your walls fluttering around him, squeezing him tight. His cock coated in your clear wetness and he didn't stop. He fucked you through your orgasm and he kept on rubbing on your abused clit till you were shaking and trying to close your legs around him.

Your hand reached for his own, trying to stop him from rubbing on your raw nub "Please, daddy! S' too much... too much..."

He yanked your hand away. His hips, relentless. "Take it... take it,"

He grunted when he felt you cum around him again and he finally let up. He pulled out of you cumming all over your stomach. White-hot cum looked so beautiful on your heaving belly. He looked down at you. Always so pretty when absolutely wrecked.

Between spending some time cleaning and burping a baby, you most definitely could use a shower. So you nod, peeling off your clothes as Eren steps into the bathroom. You follow behind, in only your panties, your eyes trailing down the broad and muscular back of your husband. He can feel the way your eyes look at him like a meal to be had, despite the waves of drowsiness and exhaustion that undulate through your body with each movement.

When you're both finally in the bathroom together, he pulls you in closer to him by the hips, his two hands both warm and gentle as they just barely graze over the edges of your panties.

"Don't think you'll be needing these," he says before he dips down to kiss you, right when your jaw meets your throat. As his lips trace further down your skin, his fingers drag your panties down your legs. Your hands come to his shoulders, steadying yourself as he brings the fabric down to your knees. Then he simply lets go, the fabric falling to the floor.

"What about you?" You ask, your palms flat against his chest. They slowly palm down his broad chest, over every ridge and dip in his muscles, until your fingers hit the waistband of his boxers.

"Take 'em off for me?" He murmurs against your shoulder.

You hook your fingers under the elastic, peeling down his boxers from his hips. He watches your expression as it's overcome with surprise, pupils dilating and your bottom lip just slightly parted from the top. Even after all this time, when his cock springs out from his boxers and slaps against his navel, its size still shocks you. He chuckles just a little as you bend down to push his underwear down to his knees. Then, you go down on yours.

You make a point of looking up at Eren as you pull his boxers the final rest of the way down, your eyes blinking up so pretty at him. From his angle, you are right below his cock and it's only making the ache worse, memories of all the times you'd been in such a prone position before filling his mind.

"Let's get in the shower before—“

"Before what?" You ask, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. He inhales a sharp breath as your fist runs up to the tip and back down.

"Before I make a mess," Eren replies as your tongue pokes out and swirls around his head, lapping up the bead of precum that leaks from his slit.

"Isn't that the point of a shower—to clean up the mess?" You tease, flattening your tongue against his sensitive skin. His hands come down to your head, gathering your hair and holding it away from your face.

"Maybe you're right," he grins just for a moment, before he sighs when your mouth takes his tip in past your lips. You suck on it—just the tip, just a tease as your fist drags up and down the rest of his dick. His hand that’s holding your hair finds purchase at your nape, just gently pushing on your neck. A sign that he wants more.

A low hum ripples past his lips and into the chilly bathroom air as you bob down, taking more and more with each movement.

“Fuck, God, baby—feels good,” he groans. When your eyes tilt up towards him again, he sighs. “Looks so pretty like this, sweetheart.”

That’s about the last thing he’s able to say, choking on his words as you slack your jaw and take the full length of him. You’re shooting him eyes that are just daring him to cum. You aren’t just asking, but demanding it, with the way you take him in until you gag, constricting around his sensitive cock.

You can feel the grip on your hair tighten with each dip to his base, like he’s holding back from doing the inevitable. So you do it for him—your two hands hold onto his thighs as you go faster, deeper, your spit making a mess of your chin as you bite back tears.

“Oh—fuck, fuck—“ he grunts, his capacity for anything more complicated than a couple curse words lost. As he gets closer to the snap of the coil buried in his core, he pushes you away. As you cough and swallow at the harshness left if your throat, he strokes himself, just above your face.

“Gonna make you look real pretty,” he winks between his deep breaths, his abdominals twitching as he pulls himself closer to the edge. You stuck out your tongue, but when he cums he misses completely—whether on purpose or not, you wouldn’t know but you could take a guess. He taints everywhere but your tongue, painting your skin white with his hot, thick cum.

Just as the last of him spurts out, there’s a thick drop of cum trickling right from the head of his cock, one that you go to taste without hesitation. He shudders as your mouth laps up that last bit of cum, his dick still sensitive and twitching.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” is what he says after you shoot him a smile, despite your face utterly ruined with his seed.

When you do step into the shower and turn on the water, Eren stands behind you, wiping at your face gently with his thumbs to wash off the evidence of what just transpired. You can feel his chest pressed against your back as his hands glide over your throat and shoulders, before settling onto your tits.

“They’ve gotten so big,” he remarks, surprised at just how inflated and heavy they feel. He gives one a squeeze, and just a bit of milk trickles out before it’s washed away by the water pouring onto your body from the showerhead.

“For the baby,” you tell him, watching as he kneads your breasts. They feel engorged, sore even, and he hears it when you wince just a little at his touch.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, wondering if he should stop.

“They’re just… full.”

He turns you around in the shower, the water now pouring against your back. Your eyes trail up his toned chest and broad shoulders, up to his face—damp, long hair dripping against his shoulders. He’s eager to please, eyes focused on your tits.

“You wanna… help me?” You ask him and he nods. It isn’t the first time he’s tried it, but he’s still surprised that every time his lips clamp around your nipple and suck, instead of nothing happening like before you’d had the baby, now he’s greeted with that sweet taste of milk. You both groan at the sensation, Eren once the taste hits his tongue, and you when you feel him drinking you down, his tongue swirling and flicking over the pert bud. His hand kneads at your other breast, at least until he switches sides. He treats your other tit the same, suckling on it until your fingers dig into his biceps and you’re pressing your legs together to create a friction for your pleading cunt.

“Eren—“

He lets go, tucking his white-coated tongue behind his teeth and swallowing. “Yeah, baby?”

When you reach down for his cock you feel it: it’s hard again, Eren silently admitting how turned on he gets by sucking on your engorged tits. But you’re the same—and you silently admit this by whispering, just barely above the sounds of the cascading water, “Want you so bad, ‘Ren.”

“Turn around,” he tells you, and you oblige, putting your hands against the wall. As his hands come to your hips you arch your back, and the water from the shower now hits Eren squarely on his chest. He doesn’t care for it, ignoring the steady downpour as he inserts a finger past your entrance. He feels your walls tighten around his finger immediately.

“It’s real tight, baby—gotta prep you for me,” he says, pushing and pulling his digit inside until he feels you relax around him. Your hands grip tight onto the tiled wall, whimpers leaving your lips as he works a second finger in, curling and scissoring them in your dripping cunt. It feels good but not as good as he will feel, you know this. So you whine for him, a wordless plea.

“Want my cock, don’t cha pretty?” He teases, pulling his fingers out and suckling them clean. You’re left empty, quivering around nothing.

You nod furiously. “Yeah—please, daddy”

Without fail it always hits that switch for him when you call him daddy—something about it feels so naughty, the sultry sound of it rolling off your tongue always close to making him cum untouched.

“God—fuck—“ he curses as his hands guide his cock to your entrance. You can’t see it, but you feel him when he starts to push into you. He’s quick about it, desperate to fill you just as desperately as you want to be filled. In one swift thrust he’s in all the way, punctuated by a groan from him and a low “oh my god” from you.

“So fucking tight." he bites back a moan as your walls squeeze him, hard. He starts to move, just a slow push and pull into you as you adjust to his size. Each time his wet thighs make contact with the back of yours, it makes a smacking sound, that only grows louder as he gradually picks up the pace.

Then suddenly he's hitting a spot deep inside you, and you're begging: 'Eren, more—please' which of course he responds to with harsher thrusts and faster snaps of his hips.

"Wanna feel you cum, angel—cum on my cock, yeah?" He asks, pushing you over and over again against the tiled wall. He can feel you, tighter and tighter as he hits your sweet spot over and over. Eren can barely hear it over the sound of the water when you sob his name, but he can certainly feel it when you do cum, squeezing him impossibly tight as your legs tremble with your orgasm. He holds you still with his hands on your hips, as he himself gets close with you squeezing him like that.

"Fuck, baby—hold on," he grunts. He pulls out suddenly, and instead of finishing off inside you, he fists himself to his peak right over your back. With a groan he's spilling his seed onto your skin, and it's quickly washed away by the water that still pours over you both.

While he catches his breath, he leans down, ignoring the water that pours over his body to kiss your shoulder. He pulls you in closer against his chest, his hands settling into the dip of your waist.

"Love you, 'Ren," you said, to which he replied “Love you too, sweetheart.”

Just as you reached over for the soap, to actually shower, you could just faintly hear the noise that you’d been dreading.

Crying.

“Guess play time’s over,” Eren chuckles, placing a kiss to your temple. He lets go of you and rings out the water from his hair, preparing to step out of the shower. “I’ll handle it, mama.”

“Yeah?” You asked, beginning to lather your body with soap.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back—don’t miss me too much.”

“I always do,” you replied, fondness dripping from your voice as Eren steps out of the shower. Even if your time with Eren’s always cut short nowadays, there’s always something about him taking care of you and your baby that plays at your heartstrings—even now, as you wait for him to come back, you feel a smile tugging at your lips and your heart racing in your chest.

You worked quickly at finishing up your shower, curious why the entire time Eren hadn’t returned. But when you stepped back into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, the sight before you explained it all.

There was Eren, standing in his towel, rather soaked but it didn’t matter—he cradled the baby in his arms, soothing them back to sleep. You stood by the door frame, just watching as he hushed and cooed, a palm rubbing up and down your baby’s back and their head rested in the crook of his neck. He looked over to you with a smile and for a moment, everything faded away, happiness overtaking any disappointment at losing time with your husband.

The music floats out of the tent behind you. It's something vaguely punk, obviously chosen by Jirou, but the series of whoops that follow the first few notes tell you it's a crowd favourite. You settle in, basking in the soft breeze and Bakugo's warmth slowly radiating through your side. Then, the small slice of peace you've stolen is shattered.

'Bakugo!' The voice is strained, struggling over the music and distinctly feminine.

'Shit.' Bakugo grimaces. He nudges your arm with an elbow when another shout closes in and swallows. 'Want to get out of here?'

You snicker. 'What about your date?'

Tongue flicking over his lips, he stands and pauses in front of you, tapping his knee on your thigh. 'Maybe I'd rather spend the rest of the night with you?'

'Bakugo!' The woman sounds closer now. She drops her voice a little as she nears the lake to the left of the pergola and let's something smoky crawl into it. 'Thought you wanted to take me home... Show me what you keep hidden in that Hero suit...'

You stifle a laugh, hiding your mouth behind your hand.

'Shut the fuck up.' He kicks the heel of your shoe. 'You wanna get out of here, or what?'

'You sure you don't want to show her what you've got in your hero suit?' You tease.

Bakugo snarls, then softens. 'Come on... Ramen, at mine. On me?'

'Is The Ground Zero asking me out?' You chuckle.

He cuts you off with a gentle grip at your chin. His thumb hovers over your bottom lip, tempted to touch it, but weary of the implications. Still, he doesn't drop your eye as a smile blooms on his mouth. He almost sounds desperate. 'Please.'

You pretend to think for a second, pretend not be flustered with his hand on your face and hum out a response. 'Consider it a date.' Laying the bouquet down, you push up from the bench to slip your palms under the lapel of his blazer and gently prise it away from his shoulders.

His grin only gets wider. 'You thinking of staking a claim while she watches or what?'

'I haven't seen her without a drink in her hand all night, but if you want to try and figure out how to get champagne out of cashmere.' You yank the blazer back onto his shoulders and pat his chest. 'Be my guest.'

'Actually.' He grimaces. Shrugging out of the blazer, he swings it around you draping it onto your shoulders. 'She's been drinking red wine.'

'I'll call a taxi while you...' You trail off, peeping around the edge of the pergola. The woman is strolling along the edge of the lake still shouting and if you squint, you can just make out the glint of the moon on a large glass in her hand.

He nods, blows air out of his nose and flicks up his eyebrows one final time before turning on his heel and heading off towards his date. Part of you feels sorry for her as you reach into your pocket for your phone, but then again, she should have known better. Bakugo's reputation proceeds him and it's hardly a sparkling one. The call connects after a few seconds and ends, taxi booked, just before you spot Bakugo stalking back towards you. His hands are dug into his pockets, his shirt buttons open just enough to distort the large stain blooming across his chest.

'Taxi's booked.' Your chuckle, poking at the soiled material of his shirt. 'Take it you're not seeing her again...'

He chuffs. 'Don't see the point when I'm going home with you.'

Turning away, you laugh before heading towards the car park, flipping him off over your shoulder as you go. 'I'm not fucking you, Bakugo.'

'We'll see.' Gravel grates under his dress shoes as he jogs to catch up to you. He taps your shoulder, then shoves the bouquet you'd left on the bench under your nose. 'Still, looks like you did end up meeting the man of your dreams after all, huh?'

'Some fucking shit dream.' The sound of your palm connecting with his shoulder rings clear, but it doesn't stop him laughing.

He presses his hand to the small of your back and pulls you in, squeezing at your flesh. 'Cheeky bitch.'

The ride to Bakugo's apartment is dull. The taxi driver gave up on his small talk shortly after receiving a glare from Bakugo in his rear-view mirror and after that, everything dissolves into the soft jazz that trickles from the radio and the brief flashes of light that cut through the windows from the passing street lamps outside.

A rough palm wrapping the top of your knee jolts you out of your daze.

'I'm ordering food.' Bakugo's face is bathed in the soft glow from his phone as he scrolls. He doesn't look up, just squeezes your leg again when you don't answer

'I trust you.'

He grins, sharp incisors chewing at the soft flesh of his lip. 'Well that's a fucking mistake...'

You chuckle and pinch at the skin covering his knuckle hard enough to make him hiss. 'You order that extra spicy ramen for me again – I'll throw it at you.'

A laugh slips from his throat as he tips his phone, showing you the screen and the recently accepted order. The extra spicy ramen is there, five chilli peppers burning bright beside it, but just below is an order of your favourite dish and a large order of katsudon – presumably for a drunken Kirishima when he finally stumbles home. 'Good enough for you?'

'Told you I could trust you.' Grinning, you bite your tongue when he huffs and rolls his eyes. 'How much do I owe -.'

'Shut up.' He barks before leaning forward, forcing the seatbelt to strain across his chest. Grabbing the back of the passengers headrest, he ignores your further protests in order to point off to the left, mumbling out a low: 'Anywhere along there'll do, mate.'

The taxi yields, mounting the curb outside a tall apartment complex, allowing you to scramble out while Bakugo presents the driver with a crisp note held out between two fingers. He joins you after slamming the door and nods at the driver as the taxi tears away into the night.

'Food'll be about twenty.' Slipping his hand into the pocket of his suit pants, he waits, elbow turned out for you to wrap your hand around his bicep.

You do, but stop short after a single step. There's a shooting pain that zips through the arch of your foot causing your muscles to seize. 'Oh, fuck this.' Dropping his arm, you dip to fight with the ankle strap of your left heel. It takes a second, a good deal of fighting with tired fingers, but then, you're free. You're about to put your foot on the ground, about to splay your toes on the concrete and feel that burning cold stretch as your foot returns to its natural shape when a shoe slides directly under your step.

'Don't put your feet on the floor.' The leather squeaks slightly under you and he growls, eyes burning as he watches you step on him.

'They hurt.'

'There's fucking glass, idiot.' A quiet groan leaves his chest when he snatches his shoe out from under you and turns around. Squatting slightly, he presents his back with his arms stretched out behind him. 'Get on.'

You snort and jab him with a finger right between his shoulder blades. 'Not going to happen.'

'Why?'

'Have you seen the dress I'm wearing...' You widen your eyes when he finally stands back up and turns around. It's hard not to squirm under his gaze, but you pretend not to notice how he drags his eyes up and down your body as if he needs to commit the dress to memory.

He licks his lips.

Flushing, you don't give him time to try whatever line is evidently swimming around inside of his head. 'If you're going to carry me you're gonna have to do it properly.'

'Properly?' He snorts. 'You wanna be carried like a God-damn bride?'

You flick up your eyebrows. 'Well I ain't wrapping my legs around you, that's for sure.'

He shakes his head, eyes rolling, but he still drops at your side and slinks his arms around the back of your waist and thighs. Hoisting you into the air with little ceremony, he begins the short trek to the building. Its a clumsy march, with you opening doors for him as he shimmies through, trying not to take your legs off on narrow frames, but you make it to his apartment in just under five minutes.

'You can put me down now.' You wriggle, arms still looped loose around his neck.

He grips you tighter. There's something blooming in his chest and he isn't sure he's ready to let it go just yet. 'And what if I don't want to?'

'Then I'll kick and scream until you do.' Grinning, you bite at your tongue, eyes widening in challenge. For a second you think he might take you up on it. There's a glint in his eyes that promises mischief and your breath jams in your throat at the prospect of another of his thinly veiled attempts at getting you into bed.

'You gonna scream for me?'

Your fists ball in his shirt, letting you push away from him while holding him still. 'If you don't put me down right now, I'm going to -.'

'What are you doing to do, huh?' He leans in, pushes past the weak force holding him back to almost bump his nose against yours.

Voice weak in your throat, you grit your teeth as you half choke on a whine. 'Katsuki...'

His eyes flicker between yours, the grin slipping from his lips as he searches for something he's not sure he finds, then he puts you down. 'You want something to change into?'

You nod, shaking out the anticipation that had crawled it's way up through your stomach. 'Y – yeah.'

'Will a T-shirt do?' He's already gone, half striding down the corridor towards his bedroom.

'Yeah!' You call after him, but he's already gone hidden behind a closed door. Groaning, you spin on the balls of your feet and throw yourself to the couch. Of course, you'd gone and made things awkward. Walking the thin line of your relationship had never been this difficult, never strayed too far away from friendship or too close to romance... You had balance. Sure, you flirted sometimes, but who didn't flirt with their friends now and then? That was totally and completely normal, even if neither of you seemed to do with any of the others. Another groan has you curling in on yourself and burying your head in your hands.

Bakugo returns a moment later and snorts. 'How much did you drink?'

'Not enough, obviously.' You pout, lifting your head to blink at him in the light.

He holds a T-shirt out for you, already having changed out of his suit. 'Here.'

You bite the inside of your lip and snatch it out of his hand. He even looks awkward. Fuck. There's a blush coating his cheekbones that you've never seen before and he's toying with the ring on his thumb something fierce. You've overstepped, you know you have – crossed that invisible line in the sand and now you can't take it back. Standing, you smooth down your dress. 'I'm gonna go change then -.'

'Too bad.' Taking your place on the sofa, he laces his hands behind his head and flashes you a smirk. 'Thought I was gonna get a show.'

Something in your chest stutters. 'Pervert.' You flick the shirt at him, but there's no hiding the smile that tugs at your lip. A blip then. You've not made things awkward after all.

'Only for you...' He sings as you vanish back down the corridor, padding towards the salvation of the bathroom.

'Liar!' You shout, then slam the door closed. Once locked away, you take your time getting changed. There's a stashed packet of baby wipes under the sink, already half-used when you yank out two to clean your face and you help yourself to the moisturiser jammed into Kirishima's side of the wall cabinet. Your dress comes off like a second skin, only to be discarded easily in the empty clothes hamper and then, you're slipping into the t-shirt and smoothing it down on your thighs. It's massive, one of the shirts he wears during his bulks, but all that ensures is that all of your secrets are kept that way. Weighing up the social politics of taking off your bra, you slip your fingers under the elastic of the strap and pull. It is digging into you. You've only worn the thing twice, never having a good enough excuse to get properly dressed up in something composed of more lace than material. With a sigh, you unhook it and bury it under your dress in the hamper. Giving yourself one last look over in the mirror, you shrug, take a deep breath and then make your way back into the living room.

Bakugo is spread out on the 'L' part of the sofa when you return. He looks up, eyes flickering quickly over your body before he's pointedly looking right back down at the floor. There's a click in his throat when you fold yourself onto the opposite side of the sofa, crossing your legs neatly under you. Leaning forward, he plucks the remote from the coffee table before swivelling to face you and handing it out. 'Here.' He knows he could stretch further, knows he could easily close the gap between you and pop the thing straight into your hand, but he doesn't. Instead, he waves it and refuses to move any further.

You roll your eyes, but bend to reach. Snatching the remote form his hand, you shimmy back and settle back against the cushions, but you don't miss the smirk stretching across Bakugo's face from the corner of your eye. 'What?'

'Nothing.' He shrugs, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he tries to school the blush from his cheeks. Fuck. Sure, he'd been trying to look down your shirt as you leaned over, the low scooped neck falling helpfully open as if even fate had wanted him to get an eyeful, but he hadn't expected to see bare tit. Shifting his hips, he tries to discretely pull on his sweats readjusting his cock that has already swelled, pressing against the soft cotton in an attempt to get noticed.

Narrowing your eyes, you hit out at his arm. 'You're bright fucking red, just tell me.'

Clearing his throat, he makes sure you're looking right at him as he licks his lips. 'Your shirt...' He hums. 'Could see right down it when you grabbed the remote.'

Squeaking, you reel back clutching at the neck of the shirt as if your new found modesty would steal the memory right from out of his head. 'I -.'

'No bra, huh?'

You cling tighter to the shirt. 'It was pinching.'

Sinking back, he holds up his hands. 'No complaints from me.'

There's an argument on the tip of your tongue, something scathing that's sure to make him think twice next time, but it dies there when you notice that the blush hasn't receded off of his cheeks. 'Pervert...' You start. 'You're blushing.'

'You're pretty.'

'You mean my tits are pretty.' You flick up your eyebrows.

'Yeah, but everything else too.'

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, weighed down by the implications festering in the air. Pulling your knees towards you, you tilt your head. Something bubbles in your stomach. 'You think I'm pretty?'

A chuckle leaks from his mouth, but the only response he offers you is a sharp click of his tongue. He looks at you like his answer is obvious, like it's always been obvious.

Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you let your eyes linger on the side of his face. He's turned back to the TV, but his cheekbones are still flaming, dusted in a red that only deepens as he shifts, wriggling his ass into the cushions. Chewing at your lip, you refocus on the TV and flick through a few channels mindlessly before landing on some heist movie you're pretty sure you've seen before. Still, even the faint buzz of burnt tires from the screen can't stop the whirring of your mind. 'I bet you think every girl is pretty.'

He hums, but doesn't look over. 'Nah.'

You shift. 'Bet you tell them all you do, though.'

A grunt this time. 'No.'

The thing in your stomach squirms. 'Well -.'

Now, he turns. Propping one elbow on the arm, he swivels on you like he's about to snap, but when he speaks his voice is soft. 'Why is it so hard for you to believe that I think you're pretty?'

'It's not – I just -' Stuttering to a stop, you try and put the wriggling in your stomach into words. 'I'm used to hearing you say it to your girlfriends.'

'Never had a girlfriend.' He counters.

'But -.'

He shakes his head. 'Dates aren't girlfriends.'

You huff out an 'Oh.' before a much quieter 'Why?' follows.

'Full of questions tonight, aren't you?'

'You don't have to tell me if you -.'

'So there's this girl, right?'

You let your knees hit the cushion again as the tension seeps from your body. Fixing him with a stare, you roll your eyes pointedly. 'Ugh, really?'

He glares right back. 'Do you want your answer or not?'

'Sorry. Go ahead.'

He pauses for long enough to make sure you won't interrupt again, then sighs. 'She's the prettiest.' Locking eyes with you, a small smile ticks up at the side of his lip when you snarl at him. 'But, she's – she's not interested and no matter what I do...'

You make a dismissive noise and smirk. 'How do you know she's not interested?'

'That's...' He gapes, eyebrows arching forcing the skin on his forehead to wrinkle. 'That's what you took from what I just said?'

Shrugging, you bark out a laugh. 'Just saying. I don't know a single person who wouldn't fall over themselves to get bent over the nearest available surface by you.'

Somehow Bakugo's eyebrows get higher. 'That right?'

'You think I'm wrong?' Meeting his expression with one of your own, you fold your arms.

Licking at his lower lip, it takes exactly seven seconds for him to decide that his bad idea is a good one and act on it. 'Nah.' He drawls. 'Reckon you should prove it though.'

A yelp leaks from your throat. 'What?'

He leans forward, closing a little of the distance between you before meeting your eye and whispering: 'Prove it.'

Air jams in your throat. You can feel the violent rise of heat that threatens to burn through your chest, but you're powerless, stuck, frozen as you look into his eyes. There's no evidence of humour there, no cheeky glimmering – instead, you're confronted with nothing, but seriousness and lust. 'You want to – you want... Are you asking me to fuck you?'

'Was rather hoping I'd be the one doing the fucking, but I'm open to it.' He smirks, leaning a little closer. It's taking everything inside of him not to devolve into a mess of nerves. The bones in his fingers vibrate with anxious tension as he tosses caution to the wind and prays to anyone who'll listen that his risk pays off.

'I...' It's hard to think. Already, you've started to unconsciously lean towards him, aching to touch, to taste. 'Are you sure?'

'More than fucking anything.' A grin splits his mouth when he watches your resolve crumble. He closes the gap, leering over and forcing your back to bend, but before you can feel more than the heat of his breath on your lips, there's a buzz from the intercom by the door.

'Motherfucker.'

Righting yourself, you giggle and pat him gently on the chest. 'I'll let you go get that.'

With his tongue pressing to a back molar, he nods and sulks towards the door, muttering curses under his breath as he goes.

The door slams, leaving you alone in the apartment. If you where going to have a chance to panic, now would ideal, but even left in the silence of the empty room no anxiety rises through your body. You glance about, looking down the long hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Bakugo's apartment has three. One for him, one for Kirishima and a spare that has been outfitted into a small, home gym. You've been in Bakugo's room before, slept there even, but the thought of him joining you, of him fucking you in that bed brings a wave of butterflies to your stomach.

'Right.' The door bangs open, almost denting the dry wall as Bakugo comes barging back in. He drops the plastic take-out bag onto the counter, ignoring it in favour of striding back across the room to you. With a hand slinking around the back of your neck, there's no more time wasted before he's coming down on the sofa next to you and pressing a needy kiss to your mouth.

He kisses exactly like you'd expected him too. His lips are soft as they knead against yours, equal parts commanding and leading as he twists your head to deepen his reach and slip his tongue into your mouth.

'Mmm.' You hum against him, pulling back only when you can't breathe. 'The food.'

A smile creeps across his lips as his eyes flicker down to the swell of your chest and beyond. 'I've got my meal right here.' He wastes no time before sinking to his knees on the floor and toying with the hem of your t-shirt.

You let him, tugging the thing from under your ass as soon as you realise what he's doing.

As he catches sight of your cunt, a groan is vibrating through his throat.

'Katsuki...' You sigh when his nose brushes against your lower stomach, making shivers break out across your skin. There's a heat in your cheeks when he looks up at you, tongue peaking out to wet his lips and you're tempted to cover your face to hide from the hunger you can see echoing in his eyes. Shifting, you squirm under his gaze, but before you can move away, one of this arms is slinking between your legs to wrap around your knee. 'Wha -.'

'Shh. Daddy's hungry...'

Your nails scrape across his scalp as he licks wet and broad up your clothed slit after encouraging your thigh onto his shoulder. It's sinful how your body betrays you at the first opportunity. A moan forces it's way up your throat and you melt into his touch as one of his hands takes up post on the back of your leg, pinching and kneading at the flesh where thigh becomes ass. He goes back in for seconds before you can fully recompose, causing another moan to trickle from your lips as your grip tightens on his hair. 'I am... I am not calling you that.'

Another broad lick meets your cunt. 'No?'

Shuddering, you yank him back by the hair earning a hiss. 'No.'

'Okay.' He says like he actually means 'we'll see'.

'I mean it.'

'And I said, okay... Plenty of time for us to explore your kinks, baby.'

You're about to argue, something about the easy back and forth between you calms the anxiety in your veins, but you're not given long to relax into the familiar dynamic before Bakugo is standing again and taking your hand. He doesn't lead you, instead he spins, gently deposits your hand onto his shoulder and lifts you. 'Kat, fuck -.'

'What? You want to be carried bridal again?' The heat of your cunt presses right above his crotch, burning through his navel as he holds you close. Your thighs squeeze at his sides and he snickers, kissing the edge of your mouth.

'No...' Shivering against him, you press your chest to his and drop your head to his shoulder. 'No this is... This is fine.' Your lips meet his neck when he starts moving, and you don't miss the slight stutter in his step when your tongue flicks against his skin. An unfamiliar swirl of excitement rushes through your chest as it dawns on you that you're about to learn a whole lot more about him in the next few hours. Bakugo Katsuki is a mystery to a lot of people, but here you are, about to put the last piece of him into a puzzle you'd been building for years... After this, you really would know everything about him. You'd know how he likes his ramen, what wakes him up in the middle of the night, the reasons he didn't really speak to his mother any more and, soon, soon you'd know what he fucked like too, what he loved like, all the ways he liked to touch and be touched.

The door to his bedroom is kicked open, exposing the soft black sheets and king-sized bed beyond. He takes you to it, dropping to his knees on the mattress as he lays you down, but he doesn't let your bodies part for a second. His hands press into the bed beside your head, his knee slipping easily between your thighs as they fall open, allowing him to press your bodies together.

Lowering himself to his elbows, he kisses the apple of your cheek before letting his lips trail to your jaw and throat.

'Bakugo.' His attention brings a whine to your lips. Your stomach stirs, arms wrapping his shoulders and digging into the muscle of his back as you carve at the skin, but then the heat from his chest is lifting and pulling back.

He's breathing heavy when he reels back to look at you. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he locks eyes with you, before spitting his truth into the air. Everything he has ever wanted is literally in his hands, but now the moments here, he stutters, loosing the carefully crafted charm he's usually so adept at wielding. 'This isn't just sex for me.'

Your eyebrows furrow, hands slinking up his back to latch onto his shoulders. There's a fluttering in your stomach. 'What do you mean?'

'This – if – if we do this... It's not just going to be sex. Not for me. Its -.' Choking on his own tongue, he bites his lip and takes a breath

Mind racing, you let your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. The warmth in your stomach is reaching a boil, simmering and spitting as you try and digest the look of pure adoration that reflects in Bakugo's eyes. 'You – you really think I'm pretty?'

He laughs, breath fanning your cheeks. 'The prettiest.'

The implications of the last few hours washes over you in one, huge, beautifully drowning wave, leaving you warm and squirming. You nod and wrap a hand around the base of his neck, pulling him down so you can breathe against his lips. 'Katuski...'

'Mmm.'

'Kiss me.'

He doesn't need telling twice. The kiss is slow, tender and completely overwhelming as he looses himself in your mouth. It's like coming home, the weight of his pull to you not longer tearing at his skin as he holds you tight and submits. Slipping onto his hip at your side, he cups your cheek.

'Touch me.'

Once again, he complies. His hands grope, touch at everything he can. Large palms skate down your throat, fingertips play at the swell of your breast and you with your nipple.

The touch makes you arc, moaning into his mouth only for him to swallow down your noise. You can feel the warmth spreading between your thighs, the thick thrumming of your heart beat as it slips further down your body and causes impatience to trickle into your veins. Laying your hand over his, you encourage him further down your body, brushing palm over stomach and hip until your reach the thin lace of your underwear.

'You sure?' His eyes are shining when he says it, but it's not with the lust-addles haze you'd thought you'd find there. There's something calmer, softer, with a hint of apprehension that echoes from his iris' as he draws his hand from under yours and gently dips his fingers under the hem of your underwear.

You nod, lifting your hips for good measure.

'You're soft.' He whispers it, lets the words soak into your skin as he draws gentle circles into the skin just above your cunt. The words catch behind his Adam's apple, making him sound breathless and unsure, but the circling doesn't stop.

'Yeah?' Twisting, you glance down to peak at his face. His chin is angled down, almost pressed into his chest with how he's angled down, staring headlong at your cunt. 'I'm even softer down here...' You reach out, gingerly covering his hand with your own before urging him downwards, deeper...

He swallows when his fingertips meet wet. 'You're wet.'

'For you.'

Air jams itself in his chest as his heart kicks out at his ribs. If he wasn't painfully hard before, he certainly is now. He has the urge to bite, to dig his canines into the plain of your shoulder to stifle the groan bouncing around in his throat, but he pauses, stalls for a second too long and settles on releasing the noise instead.

You giggle when you feel his cock pulse under the curve of your hip. It's almost as wet as you are and smears pre-cum over the crease of your thigh, making your skin feel slick and sticky. 'Touch me?'

He nods against you, before letting his hand sink down. Parting your folds, he draws achingly slow circles in the skin about your clit, brushing against the nerve, but never lingering too long.

Your stomach tenses. 'More.' You breathe. 'Touch me more.'

Using his elbow at your side, he pins you, forcing you to endure his idle exploration. He shushes, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as his thumb catches the height of your clit. 'You don't know how long I've waited for this...' Encased in a whisper, he mumbles against your shoulder, lips brushing the skin as he speaks. 'How many times I've fucked my fist thinking of you, thinking of this... Let me enjoy it, yeah?'

A shaky gasp is forced from your lungs when he finally gives you what you want. His thumb presses to your clit as he slips a finger to your entrance and presses inside. You clench, hips rising as he slowly begins to fuck you. Grabbing at his wrist, you try and urge him deeper, quicker, but against, you're shushed, another kiss being pressed to your shoulder. 'You're killing me.'

He chuckles. 'Nah, Princess. Just want to make you feel good, yeah? Can you let me do that? Let me take my time...'

It takes everything inside of you to loosen your grip on his wrist. Instead, you reach up and behind, taking hold of his hair. Your cunt is already fluttering, clamping down around him as he slips in a second finger to increase the stretch. His breath fans your back, each breathy exhale encasing a moan as he rocks his hips against your ass. You can hear it, the tightness in his voice as arousal floods his stomach.

'Fuck.' He mumbles. 'Could get off just watching you, Princess...'

You mewl and tug harder at him, rolling your hips in time to his shallow thrusts. There's something fizzing in your stomach, something overwhelming and warm, safe and sure, but oh so violent as a storm is created in your chest. You curl, press against the thick steadiness of Bakugo's chest and cry out, moaning as he continues his uninterrupted attention.

'So pretty.' Chuckling, he slips his fingers from you only to press them to his own lips. His tongue flicks out, tasting and causing a shallow moan to leak from his throat.

The noise makes your whole body hollow. Your cunt pulses. Overcome with the urge to see him, you roll in his hold, press your hands to his chest and shift to your knees. His hands slip, catch against your clit, the height of your thigh and the dip of your waist as you lift yourself and come down over him.

Your thighs press at his sides, thick muscle digging into his rib cage almost enough to make him breathless, but the sight of you alone is enough to make him choke on his tongue. Sat on him like a throne, your hands braced on his broad chest, body covered only by one of his old t-shirts that pools around your hips were your body meets his, you look like a vision. He smooths a hand across your thigh, revelling in how soft your skin is under calloused palms. 'Fuck...'

You cock your head to one side and smile. The way he looks at you is new and sets a fire simmering in your stomach and you're almost tempted to pinch yourself to make sure you won't soon wake from a dream. His eyes have blown, pupils swallowed, but there's something dark lingering there now. It takes your breath, making your cunt leak and your body shiver.

'What?'

Reaching down, you smooth a hand over the sharp turn of his cheek. 'You look different.'

He huffs out a breath, stilling at the intimacy of the contact. 'Different how?'

You swallow. '… Hungry.'

Licking at his teeth, he laughs. 'Maybe I am.' Already the air smells like sex, the bitter-sweetness of your cunt tickles his nose, making him want to taste again. How could he not look hungry when presented with a thing like you? 'Look at you...' He mumbles, lifting a hand from your thigh to cup your chin. 'Just fucking look at you.'

You squirm under his gaze, and you're sure that the gentle warmth of your cunt has already begun to radiate through his pelvis. 'Stop it.'

'No.' He smooths a thumb across the bump of your lower lip and snickers. It's strange, having the object of his affection here, in his arms, after so long. It stirs up his chest and makes him want to slow down, to cherish the moment. 'Never.'

'Katsuki -.'

'Tell me what you need, Princess.' The dull thrumming of his pulse in his neck gets louder, almost eclipsing the sound of your voice as you wriggle and adjust yourself on top of him, clit catching on soft stomach muscle.

'You.' You whine and grind down again, rubbing against him.

It's funny how one word manages to make his heart stop. His cock twitches in his pants, standing up a little straighter to sit perfectly in the valley of your ass. Immediately, his hand drops from your face to your hips. He kneads for a second, squeezing the fat there before moving on, slipping up your sides and cupping your waist, then, sliding down your back and catching a hold of your ass. 'Me?' He smirks.

'You.' You nod, rocking steadily as you pick up a rhythm. Each catch of your clit has your mewling, clinging to him and digging in your nails as flame licks at your stomach.

Leaning up, he bends himself into a crescent just to kiss you. It's easy, slow and careful as he dips in with his tongue to get a taste of the sweetness kept inside.

You reciprocate, lips moving against his in a perfect dance before your hands find their way into his hair and pull. That earns you a moan. His lips slip from yours for a second, long enough to let the sound escape and then, he's wrapping his arms around you and throwing you down onto your back.

You bounce twice, giggling as you're caged in from above and assaulted by a barrage of kisses placed everywhere: your lips, your cheeks, your jaw, the column of your throat.

He shimmies down your body, hands and lips disconnecting from your skin for only seconds at a time as he lifts the shirt over your chest, bunching it at your neck. Soft lips capture your nipple, lapping at the bud until it hardens in his mouth and he can latch onto it. He sucks, nips at the soft flesh and feasts on the faint whispers that leak from your mouth. The way you writhe under him makes his cock pulse and he's forced to press his hips to the mattress in search of relief. He rolls his hips and moans, even the slightest friction against his cock making his whole body quake.

Chest heaving, you press up and into his mouth. Your arms wrap around him, one hand tugging at the thick roots of his hair while the other claws deep reddening marks into his shoulders. 'Katsuki.'

He grunts, but doesn't stop. The tight fist you have in his hair only spurs him on. Your grip almost brings tears to his eyes, makes his scalp ache, but he endures it knowing that the feel of your cunt, warm and wet around his cock will more than make up for the momentary discomfort.

Gasping, you wriggle. Between your legs your cunt drools, begs for even a tenth of the attention he's showering on your chest. 'Need – please, Katsuki -.'

With a pop, he releases your nipple to dig into your sternum. 'Use your words, Princess.' He watches you swallow, feels the stuttering of your heart in your chest as you haul in a breath and shift under him, trying to push him further down your body by the shoulders.

'Fuck me... Want – need you to fuck me. Please, Katsuk, I need it, need you.'

A very real whine leaves Bakugo's chest. It shocks him enough to launch himself back on his haunches and shoves his hand into his sweats to grab at the base of his cock. His chest his heaving as he squeezes at himself, spine almost curling in his effort to stop himself from coming undone. 'No, no, no, no, no.'

Sitting up on your elbows, your mouth drops open as you take in the sight before you. There's a quake in his stomach, tight muscle rippling under the effort to hold back, but all that does is make your chest hollow. 'Did -.'

'Fuck...' With his orgasm fading again, he strips his clothes quickly and comes back down over you.

You giggle, blinking slow. 'You always an early finish or am I special?'

He mutters, growling as he places a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. 'Too God damn fucking pretty. Begging like that – gonna be the fuckin' end of me, aren't ya?'

'I'll take that as I'm special.' Lifting your hips, you let him slip your underwear from your body and toss them over his shoulder.

'Sure fuckin' are, Princess. Gonna ruin me. Can tell.' Two fingers travel the length of your body, skimming down the centre of your chest, over the pouch of fat at your abdomen and towards the puffy lips of your cunt, eliciting a trail of shivers in their wake. He tests the stretch gently. He thumbs your clit, dipping the tips of his fingers inside of you just enough to know that you'll be able to take him without it hurting too much and then, he's taking hold of his cock and positioning himself.

'Was rather hoping you'd be the one ruining me...' You chuckle, but the noise is caught on a gasp when you feel his cock push at you. Immediately, you reach for him, tossing your head back as your entire body is flooded with pure pleasure.

'Fuck...' Sinking into your head feels like ascending. Already he can feel his balls drawing tight as he slowly feeds you more of his cock into your greedy hole. Your walls flutter around him, stretching wide to allow him to fit. The sensation couples with the breathy moans that leave your mouth, with the feel of your nails on his shoulders dragging him closer – it's all too much, you're too much. He bottoms out breathlessly and feels his thighs shake, his spine curve over forcing him to cage you in as he pulls back only a fraction before slamming back in. 'Gonna – fuck – I'm -.'

'Please.' You whisper it to him when he presses his forehead to yours. 'Want it, Katsuki – please...'

'Want my cum, ha?' His voice is breathy, fanning over your cheeks as he finds himself lost in your eyes. The sight of you almost makes him forget where he is. Your pupils are wide, glowing as he grinds down causing the wiry mess of his pubes to brush against your clit. He didn't think you could get any more beautiful, but he's only too happy to be proven wrong. 'Tell me, tell me again.'

You whine, the tension in your stomach soaring as your forced to keep his gaze. Letting your hands slip across his shoulders, you map out the bulge of his biceps until you can pinch at the skin of his elbows forcing him to reel back slightly. The new distance lets you shift, lifting your arms enough to press them beside your head where you flex your palms – a silent demand. 'Want you're cum Katsuki... Need it. Want to – want to feel you, want all of it.'

Slipping his hands into yours he squeezes tight before lowering his forehead back to yours. His eyes squeeze shut, flickering back open only long enough to watch as you come undone. He commits it to memory, holding out for as long as possible so he can continue to prolong your high. 'Holy, shit you're beautiful.'

You choke, chest heaving as your orgasm rolls over you. It makes your eyes close, lashes fluttering against your skin as your mouth drops open allowing a series of whines loose from your throat. It's too much and not enough, but the feel of Bakugo so close, so strong and heavy over you keeps you grounded.

As soon as your eyes flicker open, he loses it. You're gone. Fucked out and dazed, with spit glazed lips and a moan still floating on your tongue. It's too much. 'Gonna – I -.' His stomach tenses, muscles contracting violently as he's tossed easily over the edge. With stuttering hips, his balls empty, cock pulsing over and over as he empties himself inside of you.

He doesn't scramble for distance when he comes back down to Earth. Instead, he slips from you, but stays close, skin still pressing skin as you breath each others air and readjust to the new fizzing in both of your chests. 'That was...' You blink, a smile already tugging at your lip. 'Intense.'

Nodding, Bakugo licks at his lips. 'I -.'

'Did you mean it?' Cutting in, you swallow hard searching his eyes for something: a hint of panic, or back-tracking, but no matter how long you look, you don't find it. 'This isn't just sex?'

'Not to me.' He whispers. His heart hammers against his ribs, stuttering.

A smile breaks your features as you lean up, lips almost brushing his. 'Not to me, either.'

He kisses you then, soft, but deep, losing himself in your mouth. Pulling back, he doesn't even attempt to suppress the grin tugging at his lips. 'Holy shit.' He mutters.

'What?' Wrestling one of your hands from his, you trace the the contours of his face tickling his skin with a fingertip.

'S'cheesy.'

'Tell me anyway.'

Sighing, he presses a kiss to your temple. 'I just can't believe I finally got you...'

Kirishima wakes up to the smell of bacon. His head is pounding, his tongue still burning – compliments of the copious amounts of whiskey he'd poured down his throat freely last night. It had been almost four in the morning by the time he'd stumbled home, snatched the bag of take-out Bakugo (praise his soul) had left out for him and fell, face first into his bed and now he's paying the price.

'Bakugo, bro... Is that – Is that Bacon?' Lifting a hand to shield his eyes, he staggers into the kitchen and sniffs at the air. 'Because if that's bacon I might have to kiss you.' Squeezing his eyes shut, he stumbles to the figure at the hob and wraps his arms around them. He drops his head, letting his forehead rest against a nest of hair as he tires to shut out the hammering of the hangover trying to disintegrate his skull. 'Bro...' Pouting, he scrunches his brow while tightening his arms, hands cupping his own elbows. He squeezes his arms, pressing into soft stomach and hums. 'You're like... Extra cuddly this morning. You haven't even tried to shove me off, yet.'

'That'd be because that ain't me, big guy.'

Bakugo's voice floats into kitchen and tickles the insides of Kirishima's ears. He shakes his head, squinting against the light before glancing over his shoulder. 'Huh?' Blinking twice, his mouth drops open when his vision clears enough to see his best friend leaning on the breakfast bar, a smirk twisting his lips. 'But -.' He almost breaks his neck swivelling his head back to the person in his arms.

'Mornin', Kiri.' You chuckle and throw a smile over your shoulder as you flip another piece of bacon in the pan on the stove.

Kirishima chuckles before shrugging. 'Rather be hugging you anyway...' Folding in on himself, he snuggles into your warmth letting his chin rest against your shoulder before opening his jaw wide and making a low humming noise in the back of his throat.

Rolling your eyes, you stab a slice of bacon with a fork and lift it over your shoulder, popping it straight onto Kirishima's tongue. His lips close around it as he steps back, shoving what little hadn't made it into his mouth behind his teeth. Chewing quick, he presses his lips to your cheek. 'Thank you... I ever tell you that you're the love of my life? Light to guide me through the dark -'

'It was a piece of bacon.' Bakugo grunts, slamming his coffee mug on the breakfast bar. It's a sight he's seen before, Kirishma wrapped around you in the kitchen, a sight he usually swallows down and cracks his jaw at, but now... Something prickles under his skin.

Kirishima wraps his arms back around your waist and hums, opening his mouth again. 'Best piece of bacon I've ever eaten.'

'I'll have a whole sandwich for you in a second if -.'

'If you stop clingin' and sit the fuck down...' Prising Kirishima from your back, he wiggles his way between you only to wrap his own arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder where Kirishima's had been moments before. He noses at your cheek, whining soft in your ear until you turn only to have your lips captured by his. The kiss is slow, but just deep enough to effectively get his point across.

'Oh.' Kirishima squeaks.

You moan, unable to contain the sound as Bakugo slips a hand around the back of your neck and slips his tongue into your mouth.

Kirishima coughs, coking on his own spit. 'Oh.'

With a final peck, Bakugo pulls back, nipping at the lobe of your ear. 'Yeah.' He grins. 'Oh.' Spinning on his heel, he swipes a spatula from the kitchen counter and points it square at Kirishima's chest. 'So, hands off my girl, yeah?'

A grin breaks through Kirishima's features then. He flashes sharp teeth, eyes glowing as he lights up lifting his hands up in a mock surrender. 'Alright, alright.'

'What?'

'Nothin'.' Kirishima shakes his head, but even that doesn't force the smile from his mouth. 'Let me know when breakfast is done, yeah?' He doesn't wait for the grumble he knows lingers behind Bakugo's teeth, or the pretty, wide smile already painted on your lips. Instead, he turns, padding his way back into the living room and tosses himself to the couch where another smile fights its way onto his lips. He glances up, catching Bakugo's eye.

‘Guess I’m the man of her dreams or something...’ Bakugo shrugs and fights a grin before turning back to you to plant another soft kiss on your shoulder.

There's a vase on the coffee table holding a collection of pale blue blooms. The stems are thin and slightly battered, but they're still pretty non-the -less.