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"It was all his fault!" You think as you fume at the paperwork on your desk. Burning holes as if they'd magically ignite in front of you, but what you're really angry at is Sylus. Not exactly him, but the way he actually left when you told him to leave made you even angrier…

You didn't mean it. You wished he'd turn around and kiss you and slip his hand under your skirt and make love to you—but no, he's off subjugating enemies as a form of releasing frustration. 

It's that time of the month when Sylus oh-so-kindly lets you use his body like a toy. Yet you're in the middle of a fight, and both monarchs are too prideful to give in quickly. So you have no choice but to lie down after work to touch yourself on your shared bed. All you can do is imagine his thick fingers rubbing your clit, and closing your eyes to picture his annoying smirk. 

"I want to wipe that off his face by riding it like a horse." You thought to yourself as your back arches and your mouth opens sensually. Your fingertip touches your swollen folds, and you try to insert one finger, trying to remember how Sylus did it. But your attempts are met with disappointment because his skills are just that special. You can't quite replicate the feeling of him, so you just rub and stimulate your cunt in the best way you can. 

Frustrated whimpers bounce off the walls as your high begins to accumulate. Your vivid imagination pulls you in so much that you can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. It's like Sylus is really here; his large hand engulfs your body in a way that it's natural to unravel in front of him. "Hnnngh!" You let out a high-pitched whine, drool coming out of your lips as you repeatedly thrust upwards to get more stimulation out of your fingers. Repeated intrusions of your fingertips build one by one until you feel that tightness release from within. 

Relief washes over as you take a breath and lay your tired arm limp. How does Sylus not get tired doing all the work? Suddenly, you sense a presence in your room and your eyes immediately fly open, ready to fight. Then your eyes travel to the intruder's long legs, up to the bulge in his pants, and up to his red eyes that are filled with mirth. 

Sylus has very much enjoyed your little show and made no noise to not interrupt your self-session. 

"Missed me, sweetie? Is this your way of apologizing?" His tone was haughty, as if he had hit a jackpot coming home at the right time to see you in such a state. Your pussy facing him the moment he entered the door was a welcome sight. You were even kind enough to wet it for him to slide right in. 

You were frozen until he spoke, immediately registering what had just happened and refusing to show embarrassment on your face. "You can dream. I'm not apologizing because I'm not wrong." You cover yourself with your sheer nightgown, and you realize it's not doing much, so you resort to blanketing yourself. 

Sylus walks agonizingly slowly towards you, making you feel like a cornered prey that has no choice but to be eaten by the predator. The look in his eyes was giving off desire and a warning: You can run now. You can choose to leave and end this eye-fucking, but before you know it, Sylus is close to your face, and his arms are caging you between the bedframe.

"I don't even remember what we fought about." He whispers and kisses your lips, not out of lust but out of love, a certain tenderness reserved for you. "I'm sorry anyway because I made you upset. And I walked out on you when you clearly wanted to make up yesterday." 

You sigh, caressing his face, to which he rubs on your hand like a cat. "Don't worry about it. It's just my mood swings, and I'm pretty emotional these days." 

"Oh? Are you ovulating right now?" Sylus smirks as if he knows what it means, and you chuckle bashfully. 

"Are you gonna help me?" 

"Of course, I'm your husband" He groans near your ears and slides down the sleeves off your shoulder, exposing your naked top half to the air. A dry chuckle comes out of his throat as he sees your bare chest and wastes no time fondling them. You moan as he plays around, massaging and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. "You should do this more often. Not wearing anything underneath." He pinches your nipple as he says it, making sure his suggestion sticks. "Or you could wear nothing at all, much preferred." 

You grind against his hard cock, straining against its confines. Rubbing yourself, which Sylus responds to by rutting against your core. The dry humping goes on for a few minutes before you got impatient, and threw the useless nightgown you have on. Sylus follows suit, looking down at you as he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock free. His abs flex as he takes off his shirt and positions on top, naked bodies sending warmth to each other. His fingers slide down to your core, entering with one finger and then another to thrust upwards. You scream in pleasure, legs thrashing around as Sylus feeds on the expressions on your face.

"No one's ever as good at pleasuring you except me. Not even yourself. Remember that."

His thick fingers, rubbing against your walls and hitting the spot every time, bring tears to your eyes. You feel how unfair it is that he knows your body so well. "Sylus..." You call out for him, and he obliges, immediately pressing your lips together in a sloppy tongue clash as he speeds up his fingers to bring you to your orgasm. Your legs start to shake, and with one last thrust to your g-spot, your eyes go to the back of your head as you orgasm around his thick digits. 

"Fucking tight," He whispers

Sylus takes out his fingers and dives straight between your legs. His hungry licks bring out screams from you as he devours like a starved beast. Your legs are on his shoulders, and he's practically gluing his lips to your center. He was having a heated make-out session with your cunt as if a long-lost lover, and you could do nothing but gasp and moan in the warmth of his tongue. So you bury him deeper with your hand keeping him from rising, and ride out your incoming high while your slit slides in his nose bridge perfectly. 

"Sy… I'm going to cum!" 

You scream as he does tricks with his tongue to pull you to the edge. Juices then splatter in his face as you release another time, but with more force. Sylus's mussed-up hair comes into view, one eye closed, before opening both. It was clear that you had squirted on him, and this bastard was treating it like an achievement.  

He lingers between your thighs to scoop up your essence and brings them to your mouth as you suck and look at him seductively. Sylus groans as his cock impossibly hardens, resisting the urge just to insert it right then and there.

"Don't say anything," You groan into the pillows, and Sylus chuckles, adoring your mannerisms and how cute you look after cumming on his face. 

"As much as I love to do that again, I have a different kind of need right now." He has a pained expression on his face as he lets you come down from your own high. Kissing and soothing your body before letting you know that he'll enter you. "You should prepare yourself because you know I missed you."

You smile and take his face in your hands. "I missed you, too." Sylus smiles and kisses you. The thick head breaches your entrance, pushing against the resistance as you shiver and whine at the penetration. You lock your legs behind his back to keep him there, leaving Sylus no choice but to push himself deeper.

His thrusts start slow, as if saying sorry to make up for the stupid walkout he did. For leaving you alone when you needed him. This sex was pure servitude to you as his wife. All his feelings conveyed through his body spill out to give pleasure to you. Sylus pulls out a little and thrusts back in, making you whine as skin slapping sounds echo. His pace quickens once he makes sure all the feelings are out of the way. Splitting you open on his dick as your walls repeatedly expand to accommodate his size.  

"Nghhh-ughhh" Your pornographic moans are music to his ears. The feeling of being stuffed dumb by a big cock sends your mind spiraling in pleasure. His rhythmic thrusts completely swallow you. His hips buck into your cunt to be skin-to-skin and to drive deeper. Sylus's hands grip your sides from the involuntary jolting of your body every time the cock head bruises your g-spot. 

"Good kitten, you can take it," He groans because you were tightening on him like crazy. Pussy walls clench to welcome the thick intrusion alongside his brutal thrusts. Sweat forms on Sylus' forehead as he pounds you into the mattress, soaking the surroundings in body fluids. It was like you never wanted him to let go, and all he had to do was stay inside forever. You could stay like this forever—fucked out and free from empress duties. 

Your legs were tired and sore from hanging behind his back. You were about to put them down, but Sylus then sends a deep thrust, balls swinging against your ass every other second as a warning. 

"A little more." He rasped amidst the wet sound of smacking flesh. You were too tired to think about replying, just wanting to feel his warm cum after his cock finishes wrecking your insides. And so you clench on him as hard as you can, making his hips jerk forward in surprise that sends him straight to your spot. You screech in surprise, not expecting that to backfire on you, but now you really feel your lower belly tightening, and your pussy starts to throb in anticipation of the joined climax. Sylus equally feels the pressure pressing down his shaft, his eyes intent on bringing your high. 

Your walls start to flutter around him, and you beg to keep him going inside you, your vision starting to spin from the immense pleasure. Sylus obliges and sets out a final reckless pace before you shiver and let out a choked sob of his name. It was like a dam had broken, and your juices coated his thickness in a sticky essence. It left you trying your best to catch your breath as the man on top of you prepares to flood you inside. 

Sylus chases his release and soaks up the feeling of your pussy and your lewd expressions before stuttering his hips and locking himself deep to empty his balls inside you. He paints your cunt with warm cum. Your pussy muscles milk every drop of his seed, taking it as they always do. His eyes were closed while dumping copious amounts into you. Sylus gives light thrusts before pulling and watching it all come out of your abused hole. 

He scoops up some of that cum and pushes it back in, pressing his lips against your belly before coming up to your lips. 

"That was insane." You managed to breathe out in the middle of kissing, and he chuckles, kissing your forehead for good measure. 

"Rest for now, I'll clean you up." Sylus fixes your baby hairs that are stuck to your face, and you feel like giving in to the need to sleep. That exercise took quite a toll on your stamina. 

Before Bakugou came over, you immediately cleaned the house top to bottom, not sparing a single piece of dust. Afterwards, you showered, spending a lot longer than normal to clean yourself. Not for a particular reason, you convinced yourself, you just really cared about cleanliness, especially for that night. 

You had contemplated what to wear for way too long. There was no point in dressing up, it was still your home, but you couldn’t just lounge around in your pajamas. After some deliberating, you settled with a cardigan and jeans before you racked your brain too much about such a trivial thing. 

When the doorbell rang, you inhaled and exhaled before answering the door. When you opened the door, Bakugou stood on your porch, a lazy smile on his lips once he saw you. He was wearing his usual black T-shirt and black pants but he looked more put together in a way. And he got a haircut. 

In one hand he had a bag of groceries and his other hand was behind his back. He brought his arm out in front of him and revealed a bouquet of roses and handed them to you. You gasped. “Katsuki, you didn’t have to!”

He shrugged as he walked inside, closing the door behind him and slipping his shoes off. “You’ve always loved roses so I got 'em.” He paused. “You still like ‘em, right?”

You held back a laugh and nodded, going to the dining table to grab the empty vase that had sat in the middle of the table for so many years and put the roses inside. You couldn’t recall the last time someone had gotten you flowers. And the last person to get you flowers was most definitely Bakugou.

“Fuck, it’s freezing in here,” Bakugou commented as he followed you into the kitchen.

“I know. The thermostat’s stuck at the same temperature this morning and it won’t change,” you said with an annoyed sigh.

“I’ll call a guy tomorrow to come take a look at it.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s okay I can call someone. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” Bakugou insisted. “Let me do this for you, Y/N.”

You looked up at him and you knew regardless of what you said, a maintenance person would be at your doorstep bright and early tomorrow. “Okay.”

Bakugou smiled triumphantly and set the groceries on the counter. “Alright. Now get outta here so I can make dinner.”

“Wait, let me help–”

“No, Y/N. Just sit down for once,” Bakugou said, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you to sit at the dining table. 

You scoffed as he washed his hands at the sink. “You’re impossible.”

He smirked and turned his attention back to the groceries.

Watching Bakugou cook dinner was interesting to say the least. It was like you were promised a dinner and a show, and not just from the way his biceps bulged out of his shirt as he cooked. You were convinced he was playing up his cooking skills, with his dramatic flipping of the pan and the way he peered over to you every now and then, and you were also convinced he wore a tight shirt so you would keep staring at him. Not that you were complaining; at least you didn’t have to cook and you got to watch him.

He cooked your favorite dish and you didn’t even realize it until he set your plate in front of you. Even after all this time, he still remembered every little detail about you. You made sure to praise him for his cooking like you always did. Of course he had to be good at everything, refusing to be decent in anything he did. Especially not when he was cooking for you of all people.

By the time you both finished eating, Bakugou suggested watching a movie. He didn’t want the night to end and he sure as hell didn’t want to go back home all alone. He wasn’t sure how you felt but he wanted nothing more than to be in your company for as long as he could so he was relieved when you agreed. 

Bakugou didn’t care what you put on the TV, he just wanted, needed to be near you.

So as whatever movie you chose started playing, Bakugou leaned back on your couch, crossing his arms over his chest. Fuck it was so cold. How long were you freezing like this and when were you going to tell him?

He kept sneaking glances at you throughout the movie and he saw how you were fixated on the movie, enamored by whatever it was you had put on the screen. Or so he thought.

You were actually hyper aware about how close he was beside you. The broken thermostat made it freezing and you didn’t realize you were shaking until you subconsciously kept inching towards Bakugou, who’s warmth practically radiated off his body.

And Bakugou noticed it, too. He glanced down at you, noticing the way your body shook slightly and how you flinched occasionally as a shiver went down your spine. “Come ‘ere,” he said.

Your attention was snapped away from the TV as you looked up at him, convinced you had misheard him. “What?”

“You’re shaking, Y/N,” Bakugou commented, looking down your body. He outstretched an arm to you. “So come ‘ere.”

There was an internal dilemma going on in your head. Since he had come to your house, you wanted nothing more than to sink into those arms and have them wrapped around you. God, did you want that. But despite his apologies and your reconciliation, you couldn’t help but think about everything that had gone wrong between the two of you.

But none of that mattered right now. You were going to be in this man’s arms.

You slid closer to him and Bakugou bit back a grin as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him and Bakugou had to hold back the urge to nuzzle his head into your neck to inhale the citrus and jasmine scent you always had on your skin. Fuck, you were ice cold under his touch.

“Reminds me of that time my heater was busted in my first apartment and you were shakin’ like a leaf and clingin’ to me the whole time,” Bakugou said, smiling at the memory. 

You snorted. “Yeah, only because you kept insisting on having me over and then forgot to tell me that your heater was broken. You didn’t realize because you’re like a walking sauna.” You'd never forget that day, not just because of how comical the situation was but because that night was the first time you and Bakugou had sex.

A few beats passed and you looked up at him. “Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

He looked down at you, his heart skipping a beat once he registered just how close you were to him. His palms felt sweaty and he had to resist the urge to wipe them down on his pants. Because there was no way in hell he was removing his arm from around you. 

Bakugou just nodded. “Anytime.”

At that point you had no idea what was happening in the movie but you refused to admit that. Who knew what was going on in Bakugou’s head but you knew one thing for sure: you wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and kiss him until your lips went numb.

And of course Bakugou was thinking the same thing. You smelled so fucking good and your skin was so soft under his touch, his fingers brushing the exposed skin on your hips as your cardigan rode up. He had to remind himself to calm down and breathe slowly, because if he focused on how much your body was pressed against his, his dick would be rigid more than he could handle. 

And he was convinced he wanted you more than you could ever want him. Why would you want him after what he did to you? No amount of apologizing would ever make that up.

But you didn’t care about that at that time. You knew at that moment you just wanted him.

The movie slowed down to a cliche with the two main characters standing in the rain. The male lead went on a monologue, expressing how much he loved the female lead and how he knew he had fucked up. And as he continued to spew how much he loved the female lead and how he couldn't live without her, your heart began to hammer rapidly against your chest. He begged and begged for a second chance.

Upon hearing his words, your body froze. You slowly turned your head up to sneak a look at Bakugou, who’s eyes had widened slightly after he paid attention to the movie for the first time. 

He met your gaze and you watched as his eyes flicked from your own and down to your lips. You watched him swallow before whispering, “Sorry. Can’t hold back anymore.”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips met yours and you gasped into his mouth. His arm had tightened around you, turning you to him, and his other hand cupped your cheek. 

Bakugou pulled away for a moment, his heart beating out of his chest. You were stunned, your lips parted and your eyes dilated. Fuck, he fucked this all up.

“Y/N, I know you don’t want me anymore but–”

“Who the hell said I didn’t want you?” You uttered so fast and breathless and you grabbed Bakugou’s face pulling him back to you.

Bakugou felt the heaviest weight off his shoulders and his body melted into yours. Your lips moved against his so fast like you were both starving for each other. To be fair, you both were starving for each other.

Bakugou imagined what his first kiss with you would’ve been like following the divorce. He always dreamed about being in your arms again and he vowed to kiss you gingerly and gently, like you deserved.

But in that moment, all of those sentiments burned from his mind. He’s wanted this for so many years and his desire translated in the way he was holding you. 

You inserted your tongue into his mouth and he tasted like the peppermint he had eaten after dinner and the cherry chapstick you had put on before the movie. As your tongues brushed against each other, Bakugou let out a guttural moan in your mouth.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist and hoisted you up onto his lap. You slid your legs on either side of him and he had to pull himself back from pinning you down onto the couch when you ground your hips into his. You smiled against his lips when you felt his dick harden beneath you and you were throbbing so much you needed friction against your clit to relieve yourself, your hips rocking back forth against him. 

You almost groaned in irritation when Bakugou pulled away from you. His skin was flushed and he was panting heavily, his lips swollen. You were sure you looked the same. “Is this what you want, baby?” He looked concerned, his eyes searching your face for any sign of regret or hesitation.

In that moment you could’ve melted like putty in his hands just from him calling you ‘baby.’ But you rolled your eyes, feeling impatient as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you so your lips ghosted his. “Just shut up and fuck me, Katsuki.”

Bakugou almost choked on his breath. In the past, he was always the vulgar one, whispering the nastiest things to you while he pounded his dick into you who was a moaning mess under him. 

But you had suppressed these pent up emotions for so long and you didn’t want to keep suppressing them. So he didn’t hesitate for a second. “Yes, ma’am.”

His lips latched back onto yours and you moaned into his mouth as he slipped your cardigan off, leaving you in your black tank top you had on underneath. You clutched his shirt up from the hem, the fabric balled in your fists as you slipped it off his body as well. 

His body was so warm under your touch and your tits were pressed against his chest. He flipped you over to the side, your back laying against the couch and just as his hands went down to fumble with the button of your jeans, you let out a, “Wait!”

Bakugou froze, pulling away from your lips. He was scared out of his mind that he had done something wrong. 

You shook your head urgently. “Not here. Kids sit on the couch. In my room,” you said in between breaths.

Bakugou let out a sigh of relief and he scooped you up into his arms and you hooked your legs around his waist as he carried you over to your room using one arm to hold you against him. Bakugou kneed the coffee table out of the way and he nearly kicked your door down, not bothering to close it. It didn’t matter; you were home alone after all.

He nearly threw you down onto the bed impatiently, your old bed frame creaking from the sudden movement. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him so you were lying on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side. Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans and you cursed at yourself for not wearing something easier to rip off.

Bakugou grew impatient with you and he nearly popped the button off, sliding your jeans off your legs. His body hovered over yours as he held himself up with his elbows. His lips caressed your neck and you bit your lip to hold back a moan that you failed to hold back. 

His lips peppered kisses and licked and sucked on your skin and you felt like you were going to implode. “Shit, Katsuki.”

You hooked your legs around his waist, and ground your hips into his, your panties soaked and leaving wet patches on his pants.

“God, fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna make me come in my fuckin’ pants,” Bakugou grunted, his lips hovering yours again.

“Then hurry up and fuck me,” you whined.

Bakugou let out a breathless laugh. “Not yet, baby. Need to taste you first.”

Your mouth went dry and you gasped as his fingers went down and rubbed circles against your clit, over your panties. Bakugou was eating up your reaction, the way your brows scrunched together, your eyes closing, and your lips parting and letting out the sweetest sounds that could make Bakugou come in an instant. 

“Do something, please, Kats. I-I can’t take it anymore,” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

Bakugou tore at your panties when you called him his old nickname you gave him since the moment you met him. It pissed him off when he finally met Mina’s new friend she kept gushing to him about. He was irritated at how bubbly and sweet you were and how close you got to him. But back then he kept telling himself you annoyed him and he couldn’t stand you so he didn’t have to address his blatant attraction to you. But in that moment he missed hearing that name more than anything.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, sinking two fingers into your pussy. He didn’t have the patience to stretch you out slowly, finger by finger. He needed you now.

“Oh my god,” you said in a gasp as his fingers undulated in a speed that made your toes curl. 

Bakugou watched as you melted in his arms, gripping his biceps as you became a whimpering mess that made him want to go feral. He had to hold it together but goddammit you made it so hard.

The sound of your pussy squelching against his fingers and your moans flooded his ears and he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I need to taste you. ‘M gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you want to complain but any complaints you were about to let out got caught in your throat as his lips sucked on your clit. 

“Oh my– shit!” you moaned, fisting your bedsheets in your hands. His hands went up and grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him as he knelt in front of the bed, his head buried in between your thighs. He laid your legs over his shoulders and he slid his tongue in your entrance and you bit your tongue. 

Bakugou remembered every way your body reacted to his touch, knew exactly where to touch you to leave you as a whining, wet mess. 

“Taste so good, baby,” Bakugou praised against your pussy. “Even better than I remember.”

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and he moaned as you tugged on his hair, sending vibrations all over your body as he continued to suck your clit. 

“Kats, I-I can’t– I need to–” You stuttered, your eyes squeezing shut as you saw stars. Your hips ground into his mouth and you nearly screamed when he inserted his fingers back into your pussy, hitting that sweet spot that he always knew exactly how to find. 

“Let go, baby, come on my mouth.” And that was all you needed as your orgasm reached its peak and you did as you were told came on his tongue. And Bakugou lapped it up like he had been needing this for years… which he did. 

Your hands went limp and your toes uncurled, your chest rising and falling as you attempted to catch your breath. He was still just as good at giving head as you remembered. Maybe even better. 

“You okay?” Bakugou asked, rising from between your legs and you weakly nodded. You couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm that rough and intense and your legs and pussy felt like jelly. 

You tilted your head, looking up at him. His lips, nose, and chin were glistening with your come and when your gaze traveled down, his dick was straining against his pants.

You bit your lip at the sight, reaching up to unbutton his pants. He grabbed your hand, hovering over you. “I-I don’t have any condoms. Don’t wanna fuck without ‘em.”

You groaned, pointing to your nightstand. “In the drawer. Grab some.”

Bakugou’s heart nearly stopped. You hadn’t had sex with him in eight years so either those were very old condoms or…

You rolled your eyes when you saw he was in his head. “Mina got them for me to convince me to get laid last year. I never used any of them so stop overthinking and fuck me before I kick you out.”

Bakugou couldn’t hold back the smirk that crept up his face. You’d never been this needy and insatiable, usually he was the one all over you so he was enjoying this way more than he should have. There was also a sense of relief that washed over his body. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with you, he just didn’t want to imagine any other person enjoying you in the way he was in that moment. And selfishly he wanted you all to himself. 

Little did he know, even if you wanted to have sex with anybody else, you’d just imagine they were him. ‘Cause no one fucks like Bakugou.

Bakugou grabbed a condom, his eyes nearly bulging out at the sheer amount of condoms in your drawer. He reminded himself to yell at Mina the next time he saw her. 

Bakugou bit back a laugh, knowing better than to laugh in your face, when he heard you whine as he deliberately took his time taking his pants and boxers off and sliding the condom on. He enjoyed watching you squirm, showing him exactly how much you needed him.

He maneuvered your body up the bed so you were in the middle of the mattress against your pillows. You both tossed the decorative pillows you had lying around to the floor and he hovered over you, his dick pressed against your pussy. He felt his knees shake as he hovered over you. God, he’d dreamed about this moment and he dreamed about fucking you until he came over and over again. That’s why he knew to make you orgasm first; ‘cause he had a feeling this was going to be over quick. There was no way he was going to last long after eight years of not fucking. 

You pulled your tank top off, grumbling when you struggled to unclasp your bra. Bakugou dipped his arm behind you and took it off with ease, tossing it to the side without a second glance. You narrowed your eyes at him. “You were a little too good at that.”

Bakugou smirked, his face hovering a few inches from yours. “You jealous, baby?”

You rolled your eyes as he adjusted himself. “You wish, you asshole.” 

He knelt down and kissed down your neck, then his lips latched onto your left nipple while his hands cupped your breast and twisted your other nipple. You gasped, “G-Give me a warning next time!”

He hummed. “Nah, I like you like this.”

Bakugou pulled away from your tits, his cock subconsciously rubbing in between your folds. He froze when he looked down at your side.

For a man whose body was littered with scars he looked at the scar on your side in anguish. It was the same scar you got when that villain attacked your home. The villain attack that sent Bakugou on a self-deprecating, self-sabotaging spiral all those years ago that led to your divorce.

You recognized the minute he looked at your scar what thoughts were spiraling in his mind and you reached up and pushed his chin up so he was looking at you. 

“It’s not your fault, Kats,” you whispered and Bakugou smiled softly at you.

He hovered back over you, his cock lining up with your entrance. His hand went down and caressed your face. “I love you, Y/N.” You bit your lip to hold back a sob. “Always have. Can’t live without you.”

You grabbed his face and kissed him, hooking your legs around his waist. He grabbed the base of his cock and slowly sunk inside of you.

You both let out a moan, your legs tightening around him and Bakugou gripped your headboard for stability. 

“God fucking dammit,” Bakugou groaned as he felt you clench around his cock and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked down at you. You were so beautiful even as your hair stuck to your forehead from sweating and as you panted to catch your breath. He didn’t know what he deserved to have you back in his life like this. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, your lips quivering and tears stinging your eyes. You forgot how good it felt to have his cock in you. “M-Move, Kats, please.”

Bakugou wanted to go slow, for both yours and his sake. He was holding on by a thread and the minute he started fucking you he knew he’d come in minutes. But with the way you were begging for him to move… well of course he had to oblige.

The first snap of Bakugou’s hips jolted you, so much so that your toes curled. You needed stability as he rammed his cock in and out and you gripped onto his back, your nails raking down his skin.

He nuzzled his head into your neck and your bodies were so close together as if you’d always been one person. 

“Fuck, c-can’t hold back anymore,” Bakugou grunted, and he gripped the headboard even tighter, his nails digging into the wood and his other hand fisted your pillow.

He was pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout your room. Even when you were dating and married you couldn’t remember the last time Bakugou fucked you so intensely. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned as his cock relentlessly fucked your pussy, his mushroom tip hitting your sweet spot with every motion. 

“K-Kats, I’m gonna–” you cut yourself off as you held onto him as tight as you could.

“Come, baby. I got you,” he mumbled in your ear and you felt your legs shaking around him, another orgasm rippling through your body. Bakugou felt like he was losing control of his quirk, something that hadn’t happened since high school, and he made sure to keep his hands away from your body. Tiny sparks erupted from both hands, the wood searing beneath his grip and your pillow burning. 

But you didn’t care. It felt too good to care.

Your bed continued to creak with every movement. Right when Bakugou felt like he was about to climax, that was when you heard the first snap. The bed shook and collapsed onto the ground as all four legs snapped off of the frame and slammed into your floorboards.

You let out a yelp, holding onto Bakugou’s back as the impact of the bed falling hit you. Bakugou covered your body, not completely aware of what happened. He had stopped moving, his dick still in you. He looked to his left and saw that the base of your bed frame was in fact flat on the ground now.

“Did the bed just…” You started. Yup, Bakugou fucked you so hard your old, rickety bed frame finally snapped. 

You erupted into laughter and Bakugou had to stifle his own. “How fuckin’ old is this thing?”

You looked up at him shyly. “I got it really cheap online years ago, okay? I wasn’t… doing anything this wild so it never caused any problems.”

Bakugou sighed, kissing your cheek and resting his head in your neck. “Stupid fuckin’ thing ruined my momentum.” 

You giggled and Bakugou hummed at the sound of your laughter. He pulled away, his face hovering yours again. You moved your hand to caress his face and he kissed your palm. “Sorry, baby. I’ve gotta come. Dick’s so hard it fuckin’ hurts.”

You fought back a smile and nodded. “Give it to me, Katsuki.”

He closed his lips over yours, rocking his hips at a much slower pace. The wood of the snapped bed frame scraped the floor but you didn’t give a damn.

You moaned into his mouth. “F-Feels so good.”

“I love you, baby,” Bakugou said against your lips, sloppily kissing you again. “Missed you so fuckin’ much.”

You whimpered as he continued his slow pace which increasingly got faster. Bakugou had to finish this, he was convinced his dick would fall off if he didn’t come anytime soon. And you were convinced your pussy was broken as he went back to pounding himself into you. 

You continued to moan his name and Bakugou swore his cock hardened even more. “Motherfucker,” Bakugou grunted and with two more rocks of his hips, he sunk his cock deep in you and came the hardest he’d ever come in his life. 

“K-Katsuki,” you whimpered weakly as you felt him come and he kissed your cheek and your neck. Your clit was throbbing and Bakugou rested on top of you for a moment.

Bakugou pulled out of you with a groan, and your body shuddered. He collapsed on the bed beside you, his chest heaving up and down. Your body was numb; you couldn’t remember the last time you had multiple orgasms in a night. He looked over to you, his hand hovering your face as his fingers gently pushed away at the hairs stuck to your forehead and kissed your head.

Bakugou sat up, taking the used condom off his dick and tossing it in the trash beside your bed. When he went to get up, you panicked for a moment. Was he going to leave? Did he come here knowing you were going to have sex and now that he got what he wanted, was he going to leave you there?

As if he knew what you were thinking, Bakugou turned as he stood by your bathroom door. “Not leavin’, baby. ‘M grabbin’ a towel.”

You nodded weakly and closed your eyes. You could hear him moving around as he cleaned himself up and when you felt him wipe the towel against your pussy you hissed. “B-Be careful!” You were still sensitive. 

“Sorry,” Bakugou said lowly, holding back a laugh as he tossed the towel to the side and slid under the covers. He helped you get underneath them as well and you laid your head on top of his outstretched arm, clinging to his side. 

He kissed your head, rubbing your arm. He then tilted your chin so you were looking up at him. “I can’t do this co-parent shit anymore. I want you back in my life, Y/N.” His eyes seared into yours. “I need you as my wife again.”

You smiled shyly, giving him a small peck. “I’d like that.” Bakugou smiled and he looked relieved. But you had to set some things straight. “But I want to take things slow.”

“We just fucked and broke your bed and you wanna ‘take things slow?’” Bakugou asked in disbelief.

You swatted a hand to his chest. “Look, we both know there’s been a lot of sexual tension between us for weeks. And I haven’t been laid in eight years, okay? I needed this.”

Bakugou laughed. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

“But I’m serious about taking things slow,” you reiterated, giving him a stern look.

Bakugou nodded, cupping your cheek and the pad of his thumb brushed against your cheek. “Whatever you want, baby. I’ll do anything to be with you.”

You smiled. “I don’t want to tell the kids about this either. Not yet at least.”

“Agreed.”

“Good, so we’re on the same page,” you said with a nod. 

Bakugou pulled you closer to him. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your neck. He raised his head, closing his lips over yours and for a moment you’re back to practically sucking his face off. 

Then you pulled away, remembering what you had just talked about. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou leaned back on the pillow, which had a palm shaped burn on it. “Sorry. I know you wanna go slow.”

Despite what he said, your leg brushed up and you felt his dick harden against your thigh. How the hell did he still have any energy to still be aroused?

You bit your lip and you got up, swinging your legs over his lap. He watched you with confused eyes as you stroked his cock twice. “We can go slow starting tomorrow.”

Bakugou smirked and he leaned over and grabbed another condom from your stockpile. You took it from him and slid the condom over him as he lifted your hips so you could sink back down onto his cock. 

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, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose 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, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, 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 sharp without fail.

From all the years of knowing, 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 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, 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 mouth 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 were 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 tighter around his waist 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, 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, taking 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. Whatever it was, 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 up that tightening warmth inside you again 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 a 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, but 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.

You pulled a hand back to find 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 murmured 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 tufts 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, eyelids peeling back just enough to peek at him.

 “Clean underwear. Water."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

You felt like you might pass out 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 shuffled 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 his jaw, 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, pull 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."

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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, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose 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, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, 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 sharp without fail.

From all the years of knowing, 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 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, 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 mouth 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 were 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 tighter around his waist 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, 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, taking 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. Whatever it was, 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 up that tightening warmth inside you again 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 a 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, but 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.

You pulled a hand back to find 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 murmured 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 tufts 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, eyelids peeling back just enough to peek at him.

 “Clean underwear. Water."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

You felt like you might pass out 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 shuffled 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 his jaw, 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, pull 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."

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second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … but it ok we made it 🥹

im not even a petname bkg truther really so idk why i wrote that in but i did. playing with him like he’s my doll lalala

love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki who’s soft in his own way ^_^ and i like emotions so this was quite fun to write! soft intimate smut… sighs dreamily

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with a heavy, shaky sigh, his forehead drops straight onto your shoulder. all his usual pride—that loud ego he carries everywhere, is completely gone.

"katsuki?" your voice softens, the strict walls you maintained all night was cracking under the weight of his vulnerability.

"just shut up." he mutters in a rough, thick voice that completely lacks his usual tone. "let me hold you.. please."

hearing him say please is the final straw. letting go of the railing before you can stop yourself, you reach back on instinct. the second your fingers brush his spiky hair, katsuki lets out a needy, broken sound—caught somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.

his hands immediately leave the railing to hook tightly around your waist, pulling you backwards until there isn't any space left between your bodies. his fingers dig desperately into your clothes, terrified of letting you go.

"you ignored me all night." he buries his face further into your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers. "i watched you for hours. you wouldn't even look at me. i was losing my mind, y/n."

"you're the one who said we needed space." you whisper back, but you're not pulling away. tilting your head back against his shoulder, you gently massage his scalp and feel the tension melt from his body. he goes entirely soft against you, surrendering all his control to your touch.

"i was stupid." he mumbles against your skin, his lips brushing your neck with every word. he sounds so completely needy, so entirely undone by just having you close again. "i hate the space. i hate everything about it. nothing feels right. i can't sleep, can't think. i just need you."

his hands finally move to your hips, turning you around in his embrace so he can look at you. his eyes are low and dark with a desperate kind of longing you've never seen in him before. there's no anger left in him, just a raw yearning to be yours again.

his thumb brushes over your cheekbone, his hand trembling slightly.

"i missed you so damn much." he whispers, his forehead leaning against yours now. "tell me you missed me too. don't freeze me out anymore. i can't take it."

looking into his eyes, you can't hold back anymore—not when you see him completely laid bare and begging for you on a dark balcony. the friction of the past few months dissolves into pure warmth.

"i missed you too, katsuki." you admit softly, your hand moving to cup his jaw. "i hate ignoring you."

a soft smile pulls at his lips as a relieved breath escapes him, and he doesn't waste another second. the little distance disappears as his lips meet yours in a deep, breathless kiss, tasting like everything you've both been craving.

his hands move from your waist up to your back, pulling you flush against him—completely needy for your touch, making sure you know he's never letting you go again.

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