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looking at bakugou now, it always stings. it’s so vivid, the memory of how he’d look at you when you dated, that now it just feels like a hallucination that never happened. he looks disgusted, lip curled, eyebrows scrunched down and his eyes hooded as if he hates the fact you’re here. you think he just might. it doesn’t help when he pushes out of his seat with a loud scrape that makes your skin flare up with goosebumps. he storms out of the living room with his jaw clenched, off down midoriya's hallway. 

your shoulders drop, exhausted. you just wanted an evening with your friends. 

before you can apologise and sneak out, uraraka pipes up, donning a sweet pink sweater, hands intertwined under the table with midoriya's. her hazel eyes are so big and sympathetic that you’re embarrassed you caused this much commotion, “so sorry yn! we were texting you but i think because you were driving all the messages were going to silent.”

you pull out your phone. multiple texts from uraraka that bakugou’s flight was pushed back and he’s coming tonight. midoriya tried to call and then texted, Just a heads up, Kacchan will be here tonight. even todoroki, who only ever replies to you with one word, gave you two, Bakugou’s coming.

irritation blooms inside of you, prickling all over and you feel as if you’re about to bite. ochako is mumbling something to midoriya, who gives you another painfully sympathetic look and todoroki who is used to awkward dinners, focuses down on his phone, pretending he’s not there.

“sorry but it’s enough. i cant be doing this with him anymore, it’s unfair on you guys.”

you pull your shoes off, leaving them by the matching bigger ones at midoriya’s front door and plopping your bag down on his sofa.

“i’m going to talk to him and we’ll sort this out.”

todoroki looks up at you, a small smile on his face, “good luck.”

you already know where bakugou would be. everything you know about the man within three years of dating didn’t go down the drain. you pass the gym, midoriya’s bedroom, his bathroom, to his guest bedroom. yours and bakugou’s unofficial bedroom that you’d use every time you stayed over. 

you only knock once before pushing the door open, finding the pro hero laying back on the bed, on top of the covers, facing the ceiling. 

he’s always been the most beautiful man to you. you don’t think anyone else will ever be able to top him for the rest of your life. everybody always sees him mid fight, mid arguing, mid shouting. but bakugou katsuki, completely calm, is stunning.

gorgeous fluttering eyelashes that are long and straight. a jaw so sharp and a neck so thick, you remember kissing there first whenever you sat on his lap. his eyes… they span all shades of red depending on his emotions. your favourite was when they were a glowing ruby, full of love and appreciation for you.

but now he sits up, facing away and caught off guard by your presence. he was definitely expecting deku to walk in here, begging him to act right and to be nice to you. though once bakugou lays his eyes on you, a quick glance, his eyes become stone cold. washed over like a ship on stormy seas. he’s in a cream woollen zip up and you feel a burn right where your heart sits when you don’t recognise it.

bakugou leans forward, dropping his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. his sigh is dramatic and obnoxious and as much as you hate to see the disgust in his eyes when he looks at you now, you need to talk to him for the sake of your friends.

“we’ve got to talk.” you whisper. it’s like you’ve been demoted to a stranger, unsure how he’ll react.

“i don’t think we do, yn. i don’t have anythin’ to say to you.”

you’ve not spoken to him in weeks, perhaps when you asked him to pass the potatoes at kaminari’s dinner and before that was when you officially broke up. you’ve seen him a few times in agency offices, when you’ve had to drop things off. those times always ended with a melancholy look from him, before he stalks off out of your sight. since then you’ve successfully avoided each other.

bakugou still faces away from you. you can only see his side profile, his back. it reminds you of when you’d lie in this very bed, lightly scratching his back to tempt him to lay with you again. he’d always end up giving in.

“for our friends. we’ve made it so… awkward for them.” you’re looking at your hands because everything in this room is a memory.

“they’re my friends. they were my fuckin’ friends first.” he spits and that causes you to snap, rolling your eyes and turning your fingers into fists.

“how old are you?”

that causes bakugou to look at you. your body heats under his gaze. his eyes start at your socked feet, not bothering to put on slippers in your rush to talk to the man. your sheer black tights and mini skirt. then your winter jumper on top, red with a large white star in the centre. he’s silent as he stares at your face, your pouted lips, pretty eyes. your cheeks and forehead that he’d always kiss first.

“the fuck?”

“you’re acting like a child. you met them first at school and i met them when i started the programmes with ochako! they’re our friends. i didn’t even meet them through you!” you blurt, throwing your hands up in the air.

bakugou bolts up and the motion surprises you but you stand your ground refusing to move. 

“i’m acting like a child? it’s you and them with all these fuckin’ texts. nobody tells me when you’re going to be here, nobody texts me in advance that yn is on her way. you’re always just here and everyone’s always so fuckin’ happy to see you.”

he’s massive, he’s always been large, able to loom over you and intimidate. at least he’s trying to intimidate you, make you leave and back down. you see his gold canine when he grinds down on his jaw, the scars on his hands tightening as he crosses his arms across his chest. it doesn’t work on you. you’re seen this man in every position possible. crying in your arms when he couldn’t save a little girl in a fire and begging you not to leave him. in hospital, weak with fresh stitches across his chest and in your bedroom, overstimulated for a release. 

so you step in closer to him, head up so he can’t break eye contact with you, “because you act like this. running off to have a tantrum whenever i appear. we can be civil, i always wanted us to be civil, katsuki.”

he laughs, lacking all humour with a grin that looks villainous. “you think we can be civil? to go from loving you, to fuckin’ civil?”

you sharply inhale. there should have been a contract he signed that you can’t talk about how much he loved you and you to him.

“do you not think about how painful it is to be around you? listenin’ to how good your life is going without me in it? up on the charts, another sponsor. i get it if i have to see you in agencies, but at deku’s? in this f-fuckin’ room?” 

bakugou’s trying not to shout, he knows how you shut down when anyone raises their voice at you. but not shouting means now his voice is trembling, a scratched whisper like his voice box is infected with sickness.

you’re speechless for a moment and he takes a chance to stand up straighter, a deep breath to reorder his organs. “so fuckin’ forgive me if i have to take a moment before dealing with you, unexpectedly, for a whole evening.”

“i didn’t want us to be like this.” you shake your head, chewing down on your cheek. it’s you who looks away because bakugou looking like he’s about to cry will set you off. you can see his waterline brewing with tears, even when he turns to wipe them away.

“you did a fucked job at makin’ us any different.”

you’re like an untrained puppy, jumping from emotion to emotion with every word he says. you clutch the end of your skirt so you don’t press your fingernails into your palms.

“don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same in my position! our jobs always come first if we like it or not!” you blurt, “i couldn’t handle comparing myself to you all the time, about how the media would say i’m weak and an embarrassment for you. you would have done the exact same to me!”

he’s going to pull his hair out by the root, you never see his point of view. he wishes he could just insert his brain into yours for a moment, see yourself how he sees you and nothing else matters. “i never gave a fuck about the media. you shouldn’t have given a fuck either.”

you scoff, “it’s easy for you to say when you weren’t being bombarded with it.”

you walk over to look out the window, anything away from the man who makes you crumble. it’s feels as if all your senses are going off, serotonin being released in the air just from being in his presence. 

“and my life hasn’t been better without you. i’ve just been working so much and i wanted my one break with my friends. not to be arguing with you.” you watch the snow fall outside, a tree branch snapping from holding too much. 

“i can make a statement. tell them all to back off, that there’s no need to compare us. to even talk about us.”

you didn’t expect him to be so close to you, the heat of his breath trickling down your neck. his voice is deep and gravelly, every word scraping his throat.

you smile, defeated, “we both know they’d ignore it. i saw a comment that i was just a waiting room until you leave me and become number one. i was overthinking every time i’d see you talk to another woman.”

you yelp when his calloused fingers land on your bicep, spinning you around so your back is pressed against the window.

the need is tangible in his eyes, molten lava pupils forcing you into his atmosphere. his hand stays on your bicep and his other twitches to land on your cheek, your waist, though it lays limply by his side.

“was i not good to you? did you think i would have actually gone through with cheatin’ on you? did i not show you how much i love you?” 

you can’t handle all the emotion, the crack in his voice, how he gives in and tangles his fingers with yours. you turn away from him, clamping your eyes shut so you don’t cry.

“it wasn’t about that—,”

he doesn’t give you time, fingertips on your chin to face him again, “answer me. did i show you how much i love you? i treated you right, always looked after you. i took you on dates, bought you gifts. i always made you breakfast and picked you up when i was half asleep and i listened to everything you’d ever say.”

you’re nodding before he can finish his sentence, wiping away the tear trickling down your cheek. “you did. you were so good to me.”

bakugou feels desperate, shaking the bars to his enclosure to get you to understand. “so why the fuck would i cheat on you? you’ve all i’ve ever wanted, all i need—,”

“i know, katsuki, i know but i couldn’t control it! i was always reading that i’m incomparable to you, an article on how another hero would match you perfectly, seeing your new sidekicks and i couldn’t do it.” you sniff and both paw-like palms rest on your cheeks to wipe away your tears.

it’s a reflex, it’s the only way he can excuse why he kisses you. whenever you’d cry around him, be it over stress or a bad day at work, bakugou would always lay his lips over yours in a little peck. it was the only way to snap you out of your carousel of revolving thoughts.

his lips are sweet on your salty ones and he’s about to apologise for even touching you like that, how inappropriate but you sneak your arms around his neck and lock his head to yours. it’s a peck that becomes open mouthed, his head tilting as he pushes you up against the window. he swallows your gasp, his hand sneaking up your jumper to feel your warm waist at the same time you bite down on his lower lip. 

“i’ve missed you so much.” he mumbles against your lips and you’re yet to say the same, you’re yet to even say you still love him. bakugou doesn’t know how to get it out of you without begging.

you pull him back in, hands clutching at his hair. everything is grabby and needy, soft fabric of his jumper in your palms and your pulsing tongue swiping against his. it all makes you wetter, wetter than you’ve been in months. 

bakugou presses his crotch in your stomach and your shaky exhale becomes a whimper. “tell me you missed me, baby.”

you don’t even need to think, the words tumble past you, your inner dialogue escaping, “i’ve missed you so much, so much katsuki.”

that’s enough for bakugou to pick you up and throw you onto the bed. your bed. his bed. forearms by your head and he’s kissing trails across your jawline, down your neck. your legs magnetise around his waist, biting back groans every time he grinds between your open legs. 

“needed to hear that. i’ve been dying, being apart from you,” and he wants to whip off your jumper to kiss down your shoulder and chest. everything feels insufficient, if he doesn’t touch you now, when will you ever let him again? his chest is heavy and heaving and it’s your hands grabbing at his jumper for him to take it off.

he does so without much thought and bakugou feels alight, a raging ball of fire as your eyes gaze down his body. your lips are bitten sore, eyes swollen red and he doesn’t think you could be any prettier than you are at this moment. your hands brush down his chest, thumbs over his nipples, each finger tip across his abdomen. bakugou’s breathing is unpredictable, shaky. his cock is sitting painfully in his jeans and all he’s done is kiss you.

“you’re so beautiful. i always told you that, didn’t i?” you mumble in a trance and bakugou slowly nods.

“yeah, you did. nothin’ compared to you though, prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. i will ever see.”

he shuffles your thick jumper off, leaving you in a delicate lilac lace bra and your mini skirt. “fuck,” it feels like forever since he’s last had you like this, needy and panting in his arms, “and you took all this away from me?” then he laughs, “i didn’t even do shit.”

his gaze is so soft, so loving, it makes you weightless. you hold his cheek, unable to contain it all without feeling like you made a grave mistake.

“katsuki,” you whisper, dragging him down by his nape for another kiss. you’re biting away your moans, tugging tufts of his hair without realising. he starts to grind down on you again and your tights are so thin against his jeans that everything feels delectable. “we can’t have sex.”

“why?” bakugou pulls off you, eyes wide and alert. he’s preparing for his heart to break again, you’ve been with someone else since you’ve been apart, you’re dating someone new, you’re—

instead, you give him a smile that renders his brain useless, pure mush and fog. “because all our friends are a few rooms over wondering why we aren’t screaming our heads off at each other.”

bakugou blinks, then blinks some more to clear his vision from his one track mind to make you come or to kill a man that doesn’t exist. 

there’s still so much to say between you both, he needs you to be his again, he needs to fix this problem in with your relationship, he needs you back in his fucking arms.

“i swear i don’t fuckin’ care.” and you can tell from the way he holds you closer against his chest, rocking his hips into yours, “there’s not one part of me that cares right now.”

you take it upon yourself to tighten your legs around bakugou’s hips and roll him onto his back so you’re on top, sitting on his chest.

it’s arousing how he grins, slow and seductive like this sneaking around is just foreplay, a little bit of fun.

“and i’m sorry baby, but we still need to talk about everything,” you breathe.

“baby? i still gotta chance?”

“i didn’t—,” you sigh, palms pressed flat against his chest. you adore bakugou with his cheeks flushed, eyes hooded sleepily and his hands locked on your hips, “i need to work through things.”

he intertwines his fingers with yours, “together, we can work through them together.” he doesn’t let you look away from him, “can’t let you get away again. i can’t.”

“don’t make me cry again,” you lightly scratch his chest and bakugou thinks he’s discreet when he shifts you onto his cock.

but you inhale immediately, gnawing down on your bottom lip to fight a moan, “katsuki,” you warn.

“not gonna make you cry. fuckin’ hate when you do.” he thrusts his hips upwards, grinding your hips over him like you’re clay to be moulded.

“no, i mean it about us not having sex,” you whine, flicking your hips in rhythm with him. bakugou’s dying to kick his jeans off, feel you wet and warm around him. “we need to go back in there and act like we hate each other.”

“don’t hate you. it’s the fuckin’ opposite.” all the blood in bakugou’s races to his crotch, head light with nothing inside. moans are tumbling from him, eyes on your breasts spilling out of your pretty bra.

he nods his head to it, “when’d you buy that? when we broke up?”

his hand sneaks under your skirt, the pads of his pointer and middle finger rubbing circles into your clit. 

you’re overwhelmed, hard to focus on what you shouldn’t do, what you want to do and what you shouldn't say. you don’t stop roaming his chest, rutting your hips against his hand.

you shake your head, breathless, “no. when we were together.”

“hah?” he grunts, studying you like you’re an equation to work out. he keeps rubbing you over your thin layers, electric that you want him just as much, “why’d i never get to see it?”

you’re pressing your hips down, pleasure spreading through you like melting butter. you’re all hot, flushed, hair a mess. “i don’t want to tell you.”

that makes bakugou perk up, resting up on a forearm, “nah, tell me. tell me or you’re not comin’.”

“no, it’s so embarrassing,” you slur, kissing the corner of his lips then his bottom one. it’s like you’ve never been apart, everything about him is so familiar.

sitting up fully now with you straddling his lap, bakugou sneaks his hand past your tights and underwear. his rough fingers swipe down to your centre, collecting your wetness to rub over your sensitive bud. you can barely keep your head up.

“oh fuck,” you mewl, lips against his ear, “it always feels so much better when you do it.”

“i know, baby,” he coos, other hand on your ass, “tell me why i’ve never seen this bra.”

you’re close to tears for a whole other reason now, clutching onto him like a lifeline.

“i-i was so insecure by the end. thinking about you and other women. thought you wouldn’t like me like this,” you whimper.

it’s anger that strikes bakugou first, anger at himself, for you feeling like this and him not having a clue until you couldn’t handle it all. no matter what he thinks, he wasn’t a good boyfriend, he should have known this, noticed the changes.

“so stupid. have never looked at anyone else since i met you. whenever i touch myself i think of you. it’s a fuckin’ privilege seein’ you like this, yn,” no pet name because he needs you to know he means you. “you’re the first thing i’ve ever wanted and couldn’t have. ripped from my fuckin’ hands.”

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, so close to falling apart over his fingers. you just need one thing to set you off. your body moves hypnotically over him and bakugou’s in a trance. your breasts heave in his face and he litters kisses over them.

“don’t apologise to me. i’m gonna fix this all,” he breathes, lips wet with his own spit, “gonna come for me, sweetness? wanna see you.”

you take his jaw in your palm, bringing him to your face in an open mouthed kiss. as soon as his tongue touches yours, you’re falling apart, hips jutting faster, face going limp. there’s white behind your eyelids, squeezing them shut because the pleasure is more than you can handle.

“all for me. let me have it. my pretty girl, aren’t you?” he grunts, laying kiss upon kiss on your lips. “you’re not leavin’ me after this are you?”

“fuck,” you try to whisper so your friends don’t hear, but it’s spilling out of you, “no, never. i love you so much, katsuki. so much.”

finally, finally he gets to hear it from you. “i love you too. you drive me insane.”

once you’re wiped out, bakugou pulls his fingers from your quivering hole and quickly inserts them into his mouth. 

you laugh sleepily, hitting his shoulder, “you’re so crazy.” 

he shrugs, locking you in his arm against his chest. once he's sure he's sucked every bit of your essence, he smirks, “i would eat you out but they’re gonna hear you screamin’. you wouldn’t want that.”

he’s missed you desperately. especially like this, tender in his arms looking at him like he’s your world. he’s sure he’s got the same look in his eyes.

another giggle flows from you.

“can i be yours again? you takin’ me back?” he asks softly, preparing to flinch from your rejection. he could barely take it the first time, but now?

“i’m not saying no—,”

bakugou rests his head on your shoulder in failure, hands gripping your waist. “fuck.”

“no, listen to me,” he lifts his head slowly, the pout unmissable, “i love you, i want to be with you forever. i just need to work on ignoring the comments and getting so jealous. or else this will just happen again.”

“can’t have this happenin’ again,” he mumbles, completely lovedrunk, trying to read everything unsaid in your eyes. 

you shake your head, holding him in your hands, “just give me some time, please. i know i sorta sprung it on you before.”

he understands what you’re saying, he gets it. doesn’t mean it still doesn’t sting. he kisses both your palms, holding your wrists. you feel soppy like a ball of emotions and bakugou doesn’t look any different.

“okay. tell me what i needa do too. you and i against the world, baby.”

that makes you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you and i, baby.”

after spending another fifteen minutes looking like you didn’t just come on his fingers, you and bakugou walk back into midoriya’s living room a metre apart. 

uraraka has a shaky smile on, looking like prey in an ocean of sharks. izuku has a single eyebrow raised in suspicion and todoroki, well he’s completely neutral.

“you guys back together now?” the bi-haired pro hero asks.

“you were gone for a while,” your best friend offers, tilting her head for an answer.

a slow smile creeps on midoriya’s face, particularly focusing on his best friend beside you. how bakugou twitches, the permanent blush on his face and how his cream woollen jumper is zipped not quite all the way up, showing a little too much chest. 

though he doesn’t say a word, he knows exactly what’s gone down.

you're first to shake your head, sitting next to midoriya whilst bakugou sits across from you on the sofa next to todoroki. you stare at your ex-boyfriend when you reply to your friends, pulling the sleeve of your jumper. 

“no, we were just talking. had lots to say.” 

bakugou bites his smirk, pulling on his best poker face as he spreads his legs apart and slouches on the sofa. 

“mind your business,” is all he says, looking at your thighs so you cross them over in a panic.

todoroki laughs, “sure, like the tension in this room hasn’t changed.”

bakugou shoves his friend, “shut the fuck up.”

uraraka locks eyes with you on her arm chair, mouthing, “you okay?”

you nod, eyes practically twinkling. mouthing back, “i’m good.”

after the snappy back and forth between bakugou and todoroki, ruby eyes are back on yours with sappy adoration, knee bouncing and scratching the back of his head.

“see, you could barely talk about yn before and now you can’t take your eyes off her.”

“leave him, shouto!” midoriya blurts at the same time bakugou grunts, “get off my fuckin’ ass.”

todoroki deems his suspicions confirmed when bakugou climbs into your car at the end of the night.

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bakugou feels his heart drop to his ass at the sight of you. you’re in your usual mix match pyjamas whenever he drops kenji off in the evenings. these thin grey leggings that are tight at the ass but flare straight past your knee. paired with a light pink sweatshirt thin enough that he knows you’re not wearing a bra but not enough where nipple is showing.

he won’t explain how he knows those details. he watches you, a lot. enough to notice your red rimmed tired eyes and the way you keep pulling your sweatshirt to cover your hands. he’s an idiot to not think something’s up. 

“i don’t wanna talk about it. can you drop him in his bed? he’s up early tomorrow.” you mumble, stepping aside to let the pro hero into your apartment.

bakugou takes one step and the room feels smaller, completely dwarfed by him. he could probably touch both walls in your bathroom with his wingspan. his caramel woody scent has already snuck it’s way up your nose and you’re fighting the urge to roll your eyes from how delicious he always smells.

“fuck, okay,” he replies, looking you up and down, twice over before kicking off his shoes as quietly and quickly as possible. “took him out to eat and he hung out with me and the guys at the office. he got overexcited and had to nap on my sofa. i think he had fun.”

you snort, crossing your arms as you lean against your fridge.. you have no clue why bakugou says things like this to you. it’s never often but you could count all the times on one hand. “he loves hanging out in your office. he tells me how your secretary gives him doughnuts and tells him not to tell you. then apparently kaminari, i think? shows him electrical tricks and you’re going to build him an indoor slide. he loves it.”

bakugou freezes, looking over at you once his shoes are off. then down at his son with these wide eyes like he’s just got a peep into his brain. “ah sometimes i just… adult environment, you know? not a place for a kid.”

you follow the blonde into your son’s bedroom, watching katsuki take off his jumper and trousers to tuck into bed. kenji makes a little sleepy mumble as he snuggles into his red riot duvet cover, “dada….”

“huh-uh. i’ll see you later, little man.” a kiss to his forehead and tucking his duvet in from all sides.

you watch as bakugou rises to his feet, watches his son with a look you can only describe as smitten and then turns to face you. his hands land on your shoulders, slowly pushing you out and shutting kenji’s bedroom door behind him.

you’re both too close. it’s a feat that happens a few times when you're both alone. either you’ve taken more steps than needed and you’re right up in katsuki’s personal space or him to you, badly measuring how big he is compared to you in your much smaller apartment.

he drops his hands from your shoulders, but stays close to you, half an inch from chest to chest. bakugou refuses to drop eye contact, straight white top teeth biting down into his bottom lip with a slight frown. it makes you think about kissing him, stopping that frown, stopping the questions you know he wants to ask you but he’s focused on how the skin around your eyes is dry from tears and there’s a slight rasp to your voice.

“you’re going to spoil him if you build that slide.”

“i’ll say it’s for my employees too. everyone can use it.”

“but really it’s for him, isn’t it?”

bakugou smiles slightly, just the left corner of his lips quirking up, eyes shining, “‘course it is. he’d fuckin’ love it.”

now you laugh because even though you’re not with your son’s father, you’re so grateful he’s got a father who’s so willing and proactive and loves him. almost as much as you do, okay, the same amount equally… 

“you gonna tell me why you’ve been cryin’?” 

that stupid frown is back, said in a whisper because you both are still outside your sleeping son's door. he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets and the action almost annoys you like they shouldn’t be there. back on your shoulders or your waist or—

you roll your eyes walking back into your living room away from the man with ruby red eyes that will make you confess anything without trying. bakugou’s following behind, not leaving much space behind you.

“it… wasn’t some guy was it? the one from that date you went on?” 

you spin around in shock and bakugou’s raking his hand through his hair on edge.

“if it’s him i’ll kill him.”

now, he looks like the dynamight you see on your television when they’re showing his best bits from the decade. eyes alight, mind racing with possibilities. his fist clenching like he’s already trying to store his sweat for a blast.

“what? no? i didn’t even go on a date then. i told you that?”

bakugou tries to recall that conversation… your green panties… jazz bar… you did say you were going out with a….

“you were actually with a friend?”

“yeah. why would i lie?”

you know why you’d exaggerate and hold back details. but you didn’t think you’d get to see the result of your words in person. your baby father with his hand on the nape of his neck with parted lips like he’s finally got answers after days of ruminating. 

“oh, fuck. okay, then,” he breathes and it’s like a weight has fallen off his chest, “another guy?”

“no guy, katsuki.”

you could just tell him to leave and you know he’d listen, if anything he’d actually understand. you’re about two metres apart now but there’s a string that keeps dragging him closer to you. one metre apart.

“what happened at work today? stupid patient?”

his deducing skills aren’t bad, though slightly off. it’s like he’s flicking through the book of yn, everything he’s gathered about you from his few years of knowing you. still half empty with so much more to learn. 

you tilt your head at him, leaning on the back of your sofa as he leans on your kitchen counter top. you wonder if he’s got somewhere to be in the morning. he did that day you slept together a few years ago, leaving you an apologetic note about work and his phone number.

“how do you handle people dying all the time?”

bakugou’s eyes widen in realisation. you don’t look as if you want comfort yet, your walls are still up, arms crossed against your chest.

“therapy. blockin’ shit out. rememberin’ i can only do what i can do.” he finds a sweet wrapper on your countertop. he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the soft crinkling sound. then he looks over at your shiny pretty eyes, desperate for reassurance. “i can’t save everyone. neither can you, sweetheart.”

you’ve been a doctor as long as he’s been a pro hero. you haven’t saved quite as many people he has but any civilian who gets hurt gets sent to your hospital.

you sniff, wiping under your nose with your sleeve. “but he was just a baby… a teenager and he got in with the wrong group of boys and his mother looked like her whole world ended. that’s like if kenji and—”

bakugou moves without hesitation, stepping up to wrap you in his arms. he holds you tightly, your arms trapped on either side of your body. a low hush comes from his lips to soothe you, his head resting on top of yours.

“and i tried katsuki, i tried but i didn't have enough time.” you muffle against his chest, tears falling freely and catching in your throat. “i saw the panic and light leave his eyes all at once.”

“there’s never enough fuckin’ time. but you tried, all we can do is try, baby. you’re insane at your job, i know you did what you could. gotta find peace with that, hm?”

you know. you know this. they tell you in sensitivity training and you’ve been doing this job long enough to wrap these events up and store them in the back of your head.

so you slowly nod against bakugou’s chest, feeling his arms unwrap from you so two paws can hold your cheeks to face him.

his thumbs wipe under your eyes softly and a loud hideous sniff comes from you.

“you’re good, yeah? all good.”

“you talk to kenji like this, don’t you?”

a breathless laugh falls from bakugou and you hate how utterly gorgeous he looks through your blurry eyes. “sometimes you gotta tell him he’s okay so he doesn’t burst into tears at nothin’.”

you nod with a small smile, “sorry for getting snot on you.”

“i only wear black now for you and him. never know when the waterworks will start.”

you both laugh now, lowly with bouncing shoulders. slowly his hand slip from your cheeks but he loosely hooks two fingers on your forearm, just to keep you close. when it gets quiet he pipes up again.

“but talk about this shit. with me or someone, storing it all up… it’s gonna burst.” and he levels you with a stare so serious you can only nod.

“you give really good hugs,” you mumble and bakugou grins.

“yeah? i don’t get that compliment a lot.”

“it’s because you don’t hug anyone but kenji.”

bakugou’s eyes narrow in defense, “how do you know?”

possibilities of women and girlfriends and one night stands flicker through your head. that article you saw about bakugou being pictured with two women on his trip in the states a few months ago. the thought makes you want to gag. you scoff despite, “‘cause i know.”

“that’s mum logic for you. ‘cause you know.” he rolls his eyes and you shrug with a smug look on your face. “do you want another or is my time up here?”

you stare at him for two seconds before stomping over into his chest and he reacts without much thought, opening his arms to swallow you up.

“fuck, i really needed this,” you mumble, snuggling into his large body and pressing your cheek into his pectoral.

he’s in off season currently, always training but eating whatever he wants is causing his body to be slightly softer where it counts. he’s like a perfect pillow, firm with a squish and with all the emotion finally draining out of you you’re getting sleepy on him.

“am i gonna have to put you to bed too?”

your eyes snap open and your arms tighten around his back. he didn’t mean it like that, he definitely didn’t mean it like that. but now you’re thinking of your baby daddy throwing you onto your mattress and dragging your legs to the end of the bed and yanking off your leggings and—

“hmm, no. i’ll be off you in just three seconds.”

three seconds ends up being five and that’s when you feel the hard press into your stomach. one that has your body react like it’s been dumped in hot water.

“katsuki, is that your—,”

bakugou grunts like a bear, untangling to push you out of his arms, holding you arms width away. there’s a light flush of pink on his cheeks and he looks shamelessly away from you. you can’t help but look down at his crotch and see the swell… even in his jeans.

“you really don’t hug women, do you?”

“woman, you… you drive me crazy.” he states letting go of you and rubbing his face with a single hand.

giggles begin to bubble up and before you know it they’re falling out of you. you cover your mouth to not wake up kenji, “i’m only joking.. kinda?”

bakugou shakes his head with a smirk, making his way over to your front door to pull his shoes on. he doesn’t mention how every part of you felt, practically trying to crawl into his skin. he could feel your jaw against his chest, your breasts squished and he could remember how it felt to have them in his hands. you even stood right between his legs, and he doesn’t have to strain to rest his chin on your head. he loves how your arms clutched onto him like a lifeline and it bloomed a new craving inside of him for you. not just his stupid crush but he wants you to need him, to rely on him. he doesn’t want to admit it but it feels like you’re made for him. you fit perfectly.

“happy i can make you laugh like that, sweetheart.”

when bakugou’s ready to leave, you feel a rock drop to the pit of your stomach. you’ve really enjoyed his presence, him. you notice him gazing at your bitten lips, then your puffy cheeks, then up to your less bloodshot eyes. 

“i’ll pick kenj up in two days. my ma wants to see him, take him to the aquarium i think.”

you nod, feeling warm despite the emptiness. “okay, just text me.”

bakugou nods back, and it’s another silent staring contest between you both. unsaid words floating around the room. maybe in another life when your kid isn’t sleeping and you weren’t done crying over a shift and bakugou katsuki was just bakugou katsuki, you’d ask if he wanted to stay the night.

but bakugou katsuki will never be just bakugou katsuki.

“okay… i’ll go,” he takes it upon himself to open your front door. he turns back at you with a grin that makes you already start to miss him, “see you, yn.”

“bye katsuki."

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“took them off by the door. you don’t like my jeans on your bed.” he breathes, closing his eyes, “you smell so fuckin’ good.”

you opt to creaming your arms instead.

“did you have fun tonight then?” you offer, dipping your fingers into the cold cream and slathering it over your arms. bakugou holds you despite your movement, pecking the bare skin of your thigh.

the man grunts, a slow lift and quick drop of his shoulders in a shrug.

“sparky is investin’ in a stupid cocktail company. he wanted us to try them all,” he sounds disgusted by it, “they were all disgustin’.”

you’ve got a tipsy katsuki tonight. you smile down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead to get a proper look at his face. bakugou looks up at you, innocent and pitiful but you know he’s anything but.

“how many did you have?”

“three?”

“you little lightweight.”

he opens his mouth to push his top row of teeth into your thigh. you splutter when it tickles, shoving his head off you. together you eye the imprint of his teeth as he sits back on his ass on the floor. just in his underwear and a tshirt.

“they were high percentage cans. too goddamn high,” he huffs, eyes flickering over your body, “you just showered.”

you nod, resting back on your arms behind your body. you’ve finished moisturising, you’ve done your skincare and you’re practically ready to roll into bed.

but it’s not often you get a drunk or tipsy bakugou. he hates drinking, was one of the first things he mentioned when he met you because he heard it was a dealbreaker for some. it definitely wasn’t for you, especially when he said he just hates how slow and out of control it made him feel.

“you’re like an ‘88 first edition gold rimmed mint all might winter suit card,” he rambles, standing up to push you back into the bed with all your confusion.

“what?” it’s times like these when you remember you’re dating a nerd.

he grabs your hips to push you up the bed so he’s got enough space to seat his body between your legs and rest his forearms by your head. you open your legs wider, letting his head sink into the crook of your neck.

you feel him inhale again as if he’s a wolf scenting you.

“it’s the best card you can get, rare as hell. less than twenty were made and it’s out of the old card material before that company went out of production,” you circle your arms around his shoulders, listening. bakugou, speaks into your neck, kissing after every couple words. “i’ve got one of the cards. ‘ts in my office.”

you lock your legs behind his back.

“okay…” you drawl, brushing your fingers through his hair looking up at your ceiling with a frown, “now what’s that to do with me?”

bakugou freezes, resting on his forearms to look at you properly. you make his heart ache, a sharp pang in his chest and he grunts. your face has a glossy shine to it, the t-shirt you’re wearing (which is one of his) is fresh out the dryer with that cotton smell and you’re holding him just as tight as he’s holding you.

he doesn’t realise he’s looking at you like he’s confused that you’re confused.

“comin’ in here was like openin’ a rare pack,” he sniffs and when you’re still frowning he continues, “you ready for bed after a shower is my favourite you. seein’ you is the same feelin’ as when i got that card.”

it’s soppy and silly.

“and that card is so rare and so are you. i have you and i’ve got that card.”

you nod slowly in understanding and a small smile lands on bakugou’s cheeks.

“you’re saying you love me a lot,” you reply, pouting your lips out for a kiss which he quickly responds to.

“i’m sayin’ more than that baby,” he whines but it only makes you laugh, “im sayin’ you’re rare and only i get to see you like this and i’m the fuckin’ luckiest motherfucker in the world.”

“you’re a soppy nerd when you’re drunk, katsuki,” you slap your hand over his mouth before he can reply, “but that’s really cute. i love you too.”

“‘m bein’ romantic. that card sells for thousands,” he whispers when he presses his lips against yours again but this time he opens his mouth and tilts his head. you copy, letting his tongue swirl with yours. minty fresh toothpaste with maybe a pina colada from him at the back. your body heats when the kiss gets messier, a moan releasing from the back of bakugou’s throat. when your legs tighten around him, that’s when he gives in, letting the full weight of his hips rest between your legs.

you inhale when you feel him, hard and heavy, both covered by your underwear.

“why were you hiding from me?” you say as he runs his lips down your jaw. you’re reactive now, body jolting on its own, sighing softly from his thickness resting on your ass cheeks to your clit.

“‘t’s fine if you don’t wanna fuck. you’re goin’ to bed.”

“you can’t call me the best pokémon card ever and expect me to not want you,” you laugh to yourself and bakugou rolls his eyes.

“stop pissin’ me off. wasn’t talkin’ about fuckin’ pokémon,” he curses but he can’t help but kiss you again, right on your smile with your arms tangled around his neck.

though you’re clearly pressing him into you, lifting your hips to feel him.

bakugou’s completely aware of how much bigger he is than you. in size, in height, in power and yeah, even his cock. it’s because of all those factors, why he prefers for you to initiate, to stop him feeling like a raging beast pulling a princess from her tower.

he can’t get his hands off you, now sneaking up your t-shirt to feel your hips, then your waist and your soft breasts. you’re smooth, a layer of that cream you just put on. good enough to eat with that vanilla smell.

“‘ki,” you breathe and he jolts his head up, “what do you want from me?”

bakugou wouldn’t say he’s a horny drunk. well he’s hardly ever drunk for one so he wouldn’t say he’s an anything drunk since he doesn’t have enough data. but you came up in his mind more than usual while he was drinking with the boys and then his walk home. and he just said, this is his favourite you, after a shower and ready for bed. his rare all might card.

“don’t ask me that,” he grunts, but he starts grinding down into you without meaning to. you react like a flicker of a flame, soft moans from your throat. “what d’you want me to do?”

“why’re you so stubborn?” you arch your back and bakugou’s greedy hands pull your top up to under your neck. your whole body exposed to him, minus your tiny little underwear bottoms.

“‘cause i’m the one that came in here drunk and all over you.” but he’s speaking to your body like you’re a meal he needs to get his hands on yesterday. “fuck. fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“take your clothes off,” if you have to be in charge here, so be it.

your boyfriend listens, digging his knees into the mattress as he grabs the fabric at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head. you hum in appreciation, drifting your fingertips over his toned muscled chest. you point to his underwear.

“those too. off.”

bakugou inhales sharply but listens, pulling the tight fabric down his legs and your mouth practically waters when his appendage slaps against his chest. his cock is right in your face as you lay back.

“it’s up to you, baby. don’t wanna pressure you,” he warns, cupping his heavy balls for some release.

you know for a fact your underwear is stained through, especially when he throws his head back with a sweet curse.

“i know, i know. you’re so handsome, katsuki,” that gets him looking back at you. your face, then your tits, then back at you.

“what?”

“you’re so gorgeous. i’m lucky to have you too.”

“fuck,” he can’t stop swearing, taking hold of the base of his cock and squeezing. “i don’t think i can fuck you, i’ll come as soon as i’m inside.”

it’s honest and a little cute, a smile blooming on your face. you take the pause to pull off your t-shirt, throwing it off the bed.

“that’s okay—,”

“‘t’s not. ‘m not usin’ you like that.” he shakes his head sharply, enough to know you can’t change his mind on it.

“what if i want your dick in my mouth?” and you show him how as you sit up on your bed and he still rests on his shins. you’re at the right height to slide it in your mouth.

you press a kiss to his cockhead, licking up all the pre and pressing your cheek his length. “‘ki?”

you give him these round, shiny innocent eyes that hold the stars. bakugou feels as if he can’t hold a single thought in his head.

“you just cleaned up, ‘m all dirty—,”

“katsuki, let me.” you push and he twitches against your cheek, “i really want to.”

it’s not often you give him head compared to how often he gives you head. bakugou is never one to ask for it and you rarely want to give it even though he always asks to be between your legs. you asking to suck him off is another rare card, a fucking ‘99 gold rimmed—

“okay, baby,” he murmurs, moving all your hair out of your face and behind your shoulders.

“don’t touch my head,” you warn and bakugou nods his head rapidly, adjusting his hand to your cheek.

he’s on edge, holding his breath as you, his perfect, beautiful fucking girlfriend holds his cock with a single fist. then you hold the rest with your other hand, pointing it to your lips.

“i’m gonna come quickly. i already fuckin’ know i am—,”

“that’s fine, ‘ki honey,” you soothe, “just tap me when you think you are.” you lick around his sensitive tip with your tongue then you swallow as if you’re giving him a taste test. “not bad,” you whisper to yourself.

then you get started. removing one hand to sink yourself onto his cock, just as far as you can go without choking. when his tip his hits the tightness at the back of your throat where saliva has gathered, bakugou groans, holds the underside of your jaw.

“sorry, fuck, sorry baby,” he grunts every few seconds, apologising for simply being a man aroused.

you bob your head, swirling your tongue around what you can and pressing your thighs tightly together.

you’ve never been a fan of giving head but once in a while the want bursts through you, the power of having him under your command. this big groaning man falling apart because of you.

and katsuki is always a good listener. careful with you. makes sure not to buck his hips and you can tell he wants to because he bites down on his bottom lip. he doesn’t stop with the noise and he never pushes your head down.

“so fuckin’ good,” he whines, throwing his head back. you sharply suck, your hand at the base of his cock squeezing tightly. his moan is crumbled, choked on every sound trying to escape, “tryna kill me? babygirl.”

you pull off him for a second, stroking him in the meantime as you wipe your nose. you’re just about to wipe your eyes when bakugou swipes his thumbs under them both.

“you’re my beautiful girl.”

your moment of control falters a little, as you become focused on one aim and one aim only. your boyfriend’s pleasure and that’s all.

“kiss?”

he ducks down, hand on your chin as he stuffs his tongue in your mouth. he takes control of the kiss, like he’s giving you mid sex aftercare, making sure you’re okay because you had his cock in your mouth for a few minutes.

“doin’ so well, baby.” he speaks into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip before letting it snap into place.

that’s enough, pushing him off you so you can take his cock back.

you’re faster now, less careful about being comfortable, especially when you’re able to sneak your fingers beneath your panties to press onto your clit.

your lips and cheeks suction around him, tongue flat on his underside. bakugou’s eyes widen, staring down at you. “holy fuckin—,”

his hand cups the nape of your neck though he doesn’t move you.

“shit, any more and i’m gonna come,” his deep grumbling voice gets pitchy, unable to keep levelled, “i really… oh shit baby.”

you place your hands on his hips to help guide your head. it’s loud, the sound of your spit and the friction of him. your small whines every time you rub sweetly on yourself and bakugou, his grunts take up the whole room.

he taps your shoulder lightly, “i’m gonna now. i’m fuckin—,”

you slow down as he does, ropes of the stuff pouring down your throat. you let it all happen, laying a palm flat on his chest as the man above you grunts your name like he’s cursing you to damnation. he definitely isn’t.

when he’s done he slides out of your mouth and you hop up to your bathroom to spit.

when you return only a few seconds later, bakugou is laying back on your bed with his arms open. two thick biceps wrap you up in a cuddle.

“i haven’t forgotten about you. lemme see your panties.”

with your cheek pressed against his pectorals, you playfully roll your eyes.

“how do you want me to show you?” you say, cheek smushed.

“sit on my face? or you lay back and i eat you?” he looks funny from this angle, lifting his head to look down at you. cheeks flushed and heartbeat still racing to come down.

“i’ll sit on you.” you begin to sit up but pause, hitting his shoulder, “don’t look so happy!”

bakugou adjusts his body, hands finding your waist as you shuffle up. his smile could light up a city, “i’m lookin’ like you just accepted my offer to sit on my face. what’s with you tonight?”

you pout, sitting on his upper chest, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you don’t usually ask to suck me off. you usually say no to sittin’ on my face. today’s my lucky fuckin’ day.”

it’s true, you always moan it’s too intimate but letting him eat you any other way.

you shrug softly, pulling off your underwear and throwing it in his face. bakugou’s a dog with a ball, grabbing the fabric and stuffing it under his nose.