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featuring... villain attacks and hospital visits. (+ realizations)
★ series summary: your landlord kind of fucked you over, so you end up stuck with two rising pro heroes as your roommates for the rest of the year.
(OR — chronicles of living together!)
content: roommate!au. smau. kiribaku x reader (developing!). fluff, crack. some suggestiveness. college student!reader. UA grad!krbk. warning: bit of a long post! - click keep reading.
note: using this space for extra warnings — beware of: blood, injuries, hospitalization. angsty im ngl but everyone's okay dw
★ IMPORTANT — this chapter includes written sections.
word count: 3.2k (holy. that’s my bad)
<- PREV. PART | SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
You couldn't remember how you got here.
Cheek pressed into the scratchy library carpet, smoke and debris scraping down your lungs with each heaving breath.
A small groan slipped out of you, the sound muffled against the floor as you tried to move your shaky arms to support yourself.
You couldn’t make out where the dull throbbing ended, where you began.
Your eyes blinked in and out of focus as you took in the area around you; the once pristine, well-kept library was an absolute disaster. Shelves broken or toppled over, books scattered all across the floor, personal belongings abandoned or knocked over.
Your heart picked up.
Get up. You had to get up.
There was a fucking villain on campus— the one with that stupid costume. You really shouldn’t have insulted him earlier, you thought bitterly, fighting a dry scoff. Maybe this was your karma.
Eijirou, Bakugou— they’d be here soon, they promised you, right?
You winced, head ringing as you tried to recall exactly what had happened. Every part of you ached, memory came to you all muddled and blurred.
They told you to hide. Put your airpods in. Eijirou said he’d call. And then…
The villain?
No… no, it wasn’t the villain.
It was everyone trying to escape.
The second the villain had started his ascent up the library stairs, the booming thud of those ugly neon green boots of his echoing off the stairwell walls, the entire floor had broken out into a panic.
Everyone had trampled over one another to try and get away, desperately clawing over to the emergency exit, uncaring about each other when their survival was all that mattered.
You got unlucky, it seemed. Really fucking unlucky.
Amidst the chaos, you had gotten left behind.
Then, it was the villain.
Whatever his stupid quirk was, it was enough to rampage through the entire building, knock out anyone who got in his way.
You were in his way, you supposed.
With a sigh, you looked down, nails digging into the carpet to keep yourself upright. Your eyes widened at the small pool of deep red right where you had been laying.
You brought a shaky hand up to touch your forehead, feeling the heat of your own blood greet your fingertips.
Fuck.
That couldn't be good.
If you had the energy, you would've dragged a hand down your face. What did that idiot even want?
All you wanted was to pass some time before your next class. Look over the slides you'd be going over today, maybe send Eijirou a few TikToks you knew he'd find funny, bother Bakugou with random, stupid texts just because you knew it made his face twist and scrunch up in annoyance.
It wasn't supposed to go like this, this wasn't supposed to happen.
You felt tired. Really, really tired.
It was getting harder to keep your eyes open.
You wanted to lean into it, let the soft promise of sleep hold you gently. Take away the nagging pain pulsing throughout your body.
The edges of your vision were growing fuzzy.
Where’s your phone?
The thought snapped you back into the present, tethered you to reality.
Eijirou's call— You couldn't remember if you ever picked up.
He'd be worried, wouldn't he? Probably. He had a tendency to blame himself for things sometimes, you wanted to make sure he didn't.
You glanced around looking for it, vision swimming, the colors around you all bleeding into each other. Your body was moving on its own accord, it felt like you were watching found footage from a horror film through your very own eyes; so unfocused, out of your control.
When you finally caught sight of your phone a little to your left, your heavy eyes tracing over it, chest squeezing when you realized— the screen, it broke.
You must have dropped it, more than a few people had probably stepped over it. You wanted to be angry, annoyed, even. But all you felt overwhelmingly upset.
Upset that this was yet another thing piled onto the list of shitty things that had happened today.
But… you knew objectively that it wasn't horrible. Phones could be fixed, and you could still vaguely make out the characters from Eijirou’s contact name through the cracked glass. That was good, at least.
It looked like he was on the line, seemed like he had been for a while. You couldn’t focus enough to make out the call time.
You reached out for it, held your phone up to your ear as you laid back down, too tired to move anymore.
His voice was familiar, grounding, safe.
You let the warmth of it settle inside your chest, ease you out of that sad feeling twisting up inside you. It brought about this sweet buzz behind your ribs, even though he sounded so frantic.
You felt bad.
He was saying your name over and over, telling you in that same reassuring tone that he always used when you got to stressed or too worried that it’s gonna be okay.
That he’s there.
He's coming.
Panic was bleeding into his voice.
You wanted to tell him not to worry.
You didn't know how much you believed him, but you wanted to tell him that you did anyway to put his heart at ease.
The corners of your eyes pricked. He was always so cheery, so upbeat and contagiously hearty in a way that it felt like a stab in the chest when he was anything but.
You wanted to reassure him, because you never wanted him to be sad, especially not because of you.
You couldn't remember if you ever got around to even saying his name before your vision tunneled into black.
⋆ ⭒˚.⋆
The only thing on Eijirou's mind as he burst onto the scene was the sound of your scream on the other end of the line.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
One second, he had been making the call, bouncing his leg anxiously as he waited for you to pick up. The next, you had answered, he let himself dip a toe into relief, but instead of silence or your quiet whispered words, all he heard was chaos.
Screams overlapping screams, crashes and shouting, desperate curses. But amidst it all, you. He knew your voice, knew it was you making that heart-wrenching sound the second he heard that shrill cry crackle through his phone speaker.
It was you— terrified, hurting.
He never thought he'd hear you sound so scared.
He couldn't help the stream of reassurances that left his mouth the entire ride there. He didn't even know if you were there to hear him, all he knew was his own desperation masked with those frantic, comforting words. Some part of him wishing his voice could be enough keep you alive and safe.
The thought had crossed his mind sometimes.
It was his job to deal with the worst of the world on the daily, stand on the front lines against senseless crime and violence, swearing to protect others with your life; he knew better than anyone how quickly someone caught up in danger.
Still, no one ever expected it to be someone they cared about— not even heroes.
When he finally got up to the second floor, the background noise faded out. The shuffle of his team, the orders being rattled off to everyone through his earpiece.
All he could hear was the slowed thrum of his own heart beating in his ears as his eyes locked on your familiar outline crumpled on the floor by a bookshelf.
He ran over, not caring if it went against his orders for the mission. He crouched over your body, mouth running dry at the sight of blood trickling down your temple, your phone tucked by your ear.
Reaching out, he held your face in his palms, the stillness of your expression frightened him. It didn't feel real.
Why you?
(He should've been faster, he would’ve been able to save you.)
He brushed back some of your hair, checked to see if you were still breathing. His heart calmed just a fraction when he found that you were. It was shallow, barely perceptible, but you were breathing. You were alive. That was enough for now, it meant there was a chance.
He picked you up without another thought, determined to get you out of the battle zone, strong arms curling around your shoulders and the backs of your thighs, holding your limp body like it was made of glass.
"Katsuki," He started, voice shaky but loud enough for his ear piece to detect his voice and turn on. "I found her."
His friend's voice came in with a grunt.
"She good?"
Eijirou's throat tightened. He wasn't sure if he could even get the word out without sounding pathetic.
"No."
Katsuki stayed quiet for a few beats.
Then the sound of a gruff, angry sort of sigh filled his ears.
Eijirou could hear the scowl on his face. Katsuki never messed around when it came to the people he cared about, no matter how much he acted like a hard ass to their face.
He remembered your first month together, how convinced you were that Katsuki had genuinely hated your guts. Maybe he had found you annoying at first, Katsuki was never really a 'people person'. But you grew to matter to him more than you thought, that much was always apparent to him.
Eijirou was his best friend, after all. He knew the guy like the back of his hand.
"Get her to support, Ei." Katsuki bit out roughly; voice backed by a low, simmering anger. "We'll beat this guy's ass into the fucking ground."
His jaw tensed, something inexplicable and red-hot coursed through his veins at just the thought of that shitty excuse of a man. He had done this, hurt you and left you bloody, unconscious.
He could hear him clamoring upstairs, along the screams of more innocent civilians falling victim to that careless piece of shit. The rumble of an explosion rattled off the walls, drowning out the sounds of everyone else; Katsuki was definitely on scene now.
Eijirou moved quickly down the flight of stairs with no more time to waste, hurrying to get you over to help.
"I'm sorry," was all he could manage, sparing a glance down at your face. You looked peaceful, pretty— even with the blood on your face and the small cut over your cheekbone. The thought crossed his mind against his will, he shook himself out of it.
Focus.
"I've got you now." He said out loud, unsure if you could even make out any sounds. "I gotta leave to take care of the villain, We'll make sure he regrets what he did today." He spat out that last part, the bitterness evident in his voice.
"I'll be back, alright? I promise you, I'll be back."
A silent part of him ached for you to promise him back, promise him that you'd be okay. He didn't let himself dwell on it, even as his chest squeezed. No time to let his regret to consume him. He would get you to safety, make sure you got into the right hands. Then…
He had a villain to deal with.
⋆ ⭒˚.⋆
It had been a day since you were hospitalized.
Eijirou had been silent. Oddly so. He cracked a few half-hearted jokes every now and then, but he moved like something heavy was sitting on his shoulders.
It was strange to Katsuki, to not have the space between them filled with his nonsense.
The two of them had fought side by side for so long, since the very first of their days back at U.A., but something about that fight at the library was different.
He had seen Eijirou get worked up before, he was driven by justice and an unwavering drive to protect others, Katsuki knew that. But that day… it was something else. The way he fought, the hard set of his eyes, the quiet, disgusted look he gave the villain as soon as he was apprehended.
Katsuki pretended that he didn't hear it, but he had listened to sound of his poorly muffled, bitten back sobs when they got home that night, let it bleed through the wall between their rooms as he laid down back in his bed to try and catch some sleep before morning came.
(He would've been annoyed, but it wasn't like he could sleep, anyway. He spent the night staring up at his ceiling, nails digging into his palms as he quietly clenched his fist by his side, hating the uncertainty that stormed inside him.)
When they got up the next day, ready to head over to the hospital to visit you, it became more apparent. There was something tense hanging over him, something sharp and weighted, just waiting to blow over. The idiot wore his heart on his sleeve, his feelings all over his face. Katsuki could never really take seeing Eijirou like that, expression all sunken and clouded over, and he could never exactly name why.
Probably because it was a shitty look on him.
He glanced at Eijirou through the corner of his eye, heavy arms folded over his chest as they both sat on the hospital bench just outside of your room. They could go in, the doctors had given them the clear the second they got here, told them you had been asking about them non-stop since waking up. But Eijirou had hesitated, stared at the handle of the door with wet eyes like it might kill him if he touched it.
So, they sat down because he needed a second— that was his half-hearted excuse. Katsuki wanted to scoff, but he bit it back, chose to just sit down next to him with a small grunt.
He didn't even get around to doing his hair this morning, even though his little routine barely took a minute. The mess of red fell over his downcast eyes as he crouched over, elbows propped on his knees, each hand busy toying with the other as he stared down at the floor.
His gaze was faraway, swimming with too much for Katsuki to even begin to make out. His lower lip twitched every few seconds, like he was actively fighting the urge to cry.
Yeah. Definitely a shitty look.
Katsuki let out a disgruntled huff.
"You gonna sit around moping all day or you gonna spit it out?"
"Huh?"
Eijirou sat up just enough, tired eyes meeting his. Katsuki searched them for a beat before finally snapping his gaze to the wall up ahead; fixated on the texture, the color — whatever — because meeting those sad eyes felt unbearable for some reason.
"Just talk, you idiot." he grumbled, as if he was annoyed at the notion of asking. Eijirou knew better, though, and Katsuki trusted that he'd pick it up: this was him being worried.
With a shaky breath in and a heavy exhale, he finally started talking.
"Somethin' about yesterday felt different." He began, a hand coming to scratch the back of his head, "We've fought villains for so long, seen so many people get hurt. Saved plenty more, too. It's just the job, right?" He tried to chuckle, just to lighten the mood. Nothing about pro-hero work was really funny.
When he paused for a little too long, Katsuki egged him to continue with one clipped word. "Right."
Eijirou managed a sigh.
"Right, yeah… but… but this? Seein' her like…" his voice got all caught up in his throat, like he was choking on his words before they could even make it out. "like that?"
He shook his head, hand coming over his chest, fingers ghosting over his sternum. Katsuki knew the feeling, knew exactly what he was talking about. Like something inside him might implode. It was jarring, even to him, to face the what ifs in that kind of situation.
(The what if of you being ripped from their lives just like that, gone in an instant before they could even process what had happened.)
"Don't think I've felt that way since Kamino…" Katsuki's jaw clenched. Eijirou continued, sniffling slightly. "…or the war. I was so scared, man. I… I really care 'bout her. I think… more than I let myself realize, y'know?"
He leaned his back against the wall, craning his neck up to stare at the ceiling mindlessly.
"I think I like her, Kats.” He mumbled.
Katsuki's eyes flickered over to him at that.
He wasn't stupid. He had seen the way you leaned into each other, the way the two of you laughed, flirted fucking horribly and obliviously with each other.
Still, he could never be sure. He couldn't care to know more, that was what he told himself.
Eijirou was always better versed in this mushy shit than he was anyway.
He didn't know why he scoffed. "You think?"
"What?" Eijirou's eyes blinked over to his, brows furrowed softly with genuine confusion. Katsuki only rolled his eyes, lip curling back into a small sneer.
"Either y'like her or you don't, that's how that bullshit works, right? Hell do you mean you think?"
"No! I don't think, I know it man! I do!"
Katsuki blinked back at him. That sudden earnestness was so typical, so Eijirou.
His heart pinched.
He looked away, fixing his gaze on the wall again, as if that disgusting, clinical shade of white was worth staring at. "Go see her." He said it was quiet, low and under his breath. This was his kind of soft. Intentional, a little hesitant. "Talk, or whatever. It'll fix your fucking face."
It wasn't the nice, sweet sort of encouragement it probably should've been. But Katsuki had never been good at that. He knew what Eijirou needed to hear most, anyway: "Tell her."
It was all he said before standing up, the action urging Eijirou to do the same. His mouth opened as if to refute what Katsuki had just said, but one narrowed look from him had it snapping back shut. He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Yeah… yeah, you're right. I'll go in."
He turned on his heel, took careful steps until he was in front of your door. He spared Katsuki one last glance before he turned the handle, that determined glint finally back in his eyes. His thank you was wordless as he stepped into your hospital room, shutting the door softly behind him.
It was his doing, his back-handed encouragement that had pushed Eijirou to walk in there. He told him to tell you— tell you what? Would he confess? Sit there and just talk?
Something like a heavy pit formed in his chest at the thought.
(Why did it feel like part of him was sinking, being dragged down to depths he didn't dare venture into?)
With a scoff, he forced his mind away from that nonsense.
He shoved a hand into his pocket. Pulled out his phone to look up mobile stores nearby— your dumbass phone was broken.
He had the time, he'd get you a new one.
<- PREV. PART | NEXT PART ->
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summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.
( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )
content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some built up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.
note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^
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The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.
Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin.
You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.
You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you.
But it never did.
So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.
It was all you could do, really.
Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.
You should stop.
You should’ve stopped hours ago.
But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.
You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.
With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.
Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.
He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.
You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.
A beat passed, then another.
Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.
With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, decidedly going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he decided to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.
You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—
"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."
You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.
"What the fu—"
You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.
Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.
"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."
It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.
He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.
"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.
The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.
Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.
When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.
You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.
You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.
"Not sleepy."
It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.
You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.
With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.
You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.
Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you.
The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.
He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.
Guilt twisted inside your chest.
He was awake because of you. On a work night.
You looked away when he finally spoke up again.
"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me."
"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."
You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.
His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.
You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.
"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."
"I'm not doing anyth—"
"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."
"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"
You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.
Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.
"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."
You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over.
Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.
"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."
Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.
You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.
"Kats—?!"
He cut you off.
"You tried everything, huh?"
Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.
"…Yes?"
"Right."
With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.
Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.
You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.
"W-What're you doing?"
"Helping."
When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.
"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"
"… Yeah?"
"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.
Your brows twisted.
"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.
It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"
You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."
He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.
A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.
You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.
You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.
He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.
Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.
"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.
Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.
A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.
"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."
He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.
Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.
"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"
It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.
But, it was a work night, and despite your desperation and weariness, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance.
He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.
Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 pm without fail.
From all the years you had known him, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits.
But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.
You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with the worry and weariness eating away inside you.
Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.
"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"
He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.
"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer with a scoff, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."
His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.
"Always fuckin' 'want to'."
You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.
There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.
"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."
A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss.
You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.
He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.
You made a muffled sound against his lips when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.
Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.
"Arms up."
You complied, raising your arms over your head.
Those blazing eyes narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.
With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.
His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.
Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.
An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other one, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.
He drew back at last to take in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.
You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea.
Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.
You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"Katsuki…"
"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."
You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.
But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.
You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.
"Don't just say that."
The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.
"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.
Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.
You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question.
You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.
He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.
He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.
You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.
He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"
His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.
Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.
He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.
Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly, just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.
Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.
But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.
You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.
He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in.
You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.
Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.
You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.
You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…
But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.
You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?
Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.
Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum, but something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.
Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.
You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.
"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"
Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.
His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.
Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.
He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.
You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.
You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.
"I can't."
He raised a brow. "Can't what?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—"
"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."
His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build back that tightening warmth inside you was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter.
That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.
Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.
With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.
You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.
He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.
With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.
Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.
A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.
"Still with me?"
His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.
You attempted an response, still panting heavily.
"Mhm…"
"Not an answer, baby."
"..Yes. Thank you."
He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.
Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being as he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?"
You hummed. "Yeah. A little."
He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."
"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"
"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"
With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.
Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.
"Yeah…"
"Gonna let me, right?"
You whined. "But I just—"
"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."
"Mh.."
Your lips pursed, brows pinched.
It could feel nice. It would feel nice.
You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.
He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.
"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."
You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.
It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.
"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."
He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.
He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.
His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.
He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in.
You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button.
"You ready?"
Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.
"Uh huh. Please, please."
Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.
He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.
When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.
He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.
"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."
"Sorry…"
"Told you not to do that either."
With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.
You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.
His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.
When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.
"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.
He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"
He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.
You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.
"Open."
That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.
"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.
The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.
"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.
He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.
He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know you do."
When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.
He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.
You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.
"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"
Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.
But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.
The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.
You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.
“Fuck, I love you.”
You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
“Y’know that, right?”
You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.
Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.
Hand finding one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips. "I love you," you pulled back just to murmur the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."
He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.
"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.
The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.
"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.
"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"
He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.
You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.
With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.
He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.
You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.
You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.
It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.
When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.
He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.
With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.
"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.
“Clean underwear. Water."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You felt like you might pass out, but in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.
You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffles through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.
Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.
He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.
You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs.
"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"
He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.
"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."
Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.
Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.
Your hand found the side of his face, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.
A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.
"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.
"What?"
Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.
"Thank you."
He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Told you to stop doin' that."
You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pulling you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.
"Sleep."
You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.
"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."
Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.
"'M sure you will."
★ IMPORTANT — the amazing art in the header is not mine! unfortunately, i was not able to find the artist to give adequate credit, so this is my disclaimer !! all i did was edit the coloring.
may blabs: hellooo guys
im still learning how to write smut so this was kiiinda stressful, but also pretty fun !! love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki ❤️🩹❤️🩹 and i like emotions ^_^
he has been with reader for a While that is why he is comfortable w this lvl of touch & tenderness. (tried to imply this by showing they live tg + share bed lmao)
while i don’t think he’d start off being rough or anything, he’d probably be more tense and… hesitant if it were earlier in the rls yk ? he’s pretty touch averse in canon 🤔 hrm anyway
title is from the marías song !!! #peak
also wait bkg not getting to nut lowk a recurring pattern now im dead (will he ever get to bust? stay tuned)
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i was gonna put out chapter 3 today but i hung out with my huzz (my best friends) so expect the next one either tmr or tuesday!! I’m so excited to build this story 😽😽
The early morning winds rustled through the trees as you found your seat on the bench right outside the training grounds. You would never admit it, but you secretly enjoyed watching them spar.
It was never your intention to end up in the support course, but by the time you had applied, the hero course was full. You always told yourself you would go back later on, but you knew that the possibility was slim.
Usually, UA wouldn't place people into other programs, but when they'd seen all of your tech work at such a young age, they decided to invite you to study making suits. It's not like you weren't happy, but a small part of you still wished you had just applied earlier.
Not everyone fulfills their dreams, though.
You pull yourself from your thoughts when you see Kirishima walk into the battlefield, donning his brand new suit that had taken you about a week of steady work to get right. It may not look sleeker, but it'll be easier to fight in for now.
Walking right beside him was Bakugo, who looked less excited to be there than you did. You hoped more than anything that you would prove him wrong with the changes that you'd made to Kirishima's suit.
You sank back into your seat, ready to watch how your gear performed.
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Training had ended almost thirty minutes ago, and now the students were receiving instruction from Aizawa. You were about to stand up to leave when you heard a familiar voice call your name.
You turned, met with a smiling Kirishima as he jogged over to you. He looked tired, but was his happy self nonetheless. You smiled, waving back
"Hey! You did good out there,"
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Your smile faltered when you caught sight of Bakugo, walking a couple feet behind him.
"Thanks, but I should give most of the credit to you. Your tweaks made hand-to-hand so much easier."
You swatted at him, rolling your eyes.
"Please, my equipment wouldn't do anything if you couldn't fight. It's just an assist."
"Well, the assist helps a lot."
You can't even try to hide your smile at that.
"I'm glad to hear that it helps."
Kirishima's smile only seems to grow wider, and he nods. Realization flashes over his face when he sees Bakugo standing next to him.
"Oh! I never introduced you. This is Katsuki Bakugo, the friend I always talk about."
You should've seen that coming.
You muster a small smile, bowing as you mumble a greeting. All he gives in return is a "hmph," nodding his head.
You're about to speak up again when Mr. Aizawa yells something at the kids, and he turns to retreat. Kirishima smiles apologetically, yelling a goodbye as he chases after him.
You let out a sigh of relief, thanking your lucky stars that Aizawa got their attention before he could insult your work again.
As you turn to walk away, you can only think to yourself 'Thank god I don't have to work with him.'
super short part!! but it's okay I just needed to get this out there.
synopsis: you’re a support course student assigned with modifying Bakugou’s hero suit. Unfortunately for you, he seems more than fine with you getting a zero.
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