Stoned & Obsessed With Anime

bakugou had lived through explosions, villain attacks, collapsing buildings.

nothing had prepared him for a four year old.

you had your son with your previous pro hero boyfriend, that ended up breaking your heart slowly but surely over time. that man was an asshole, according to katsuki.

he didnt cheat, he didnt get violent with you, he made sure he didnt do anything major, just enough for it not to be call-out-worthy, but he always did something to disappoint you. whether it would be to check out other women, hide his phone from you, cancel plans, not talk to you, and the list continues.

unfortunately for you both, katsuki had been there for you throughout that whole relationship. he lent you a shoulder to cry on, but he wasn't hesitant with telling you the hard truth about that man. you've known bakugou since highschool, you have both practically fought against death together, you should have trusted his judgement, but you were naive enough to think he could've changed him.

the cherry on top was when you got pregnant and had to deal with the "me or the baby" dilemma.

you were only 20 at that time, you had and still have your whole life and career ahead of you. we were not going to let a man dictate your life. so you chose what felt right.

your highschool friends including bakugou and your family all were there and offered support.

and after you had given birth, you and bakugou moved in together in an apartment near the city. it was convenient for you both in many ways. you both worked in the same industry, under the same agency, worked similar shifts, and neither of you could justify paying for seperate apartments when rookie pro hero salaries would disappear into rent, and your child's expenses in your case.

it was practical, thats all. at least, thats what katsuki insisted it was.

the first week had been hell. not because of you or katsuki.

but because of him.

bakugou had opened the bathroom door one morning only to nearly step on a tiny plastic dinosaur.

"...the hell?"

he looked down.

a green T-Rex stared back at him.

he sighed.

stepped over it. like the psychopath he is.

took exactly two more steps before something painfully sharp dug into the arch of his foot.

he looked down once again.

"...WHO THE HELL LEAVES LEGO ON THE FLOOR?!"

a tiny gasp came from the hallway.

your son peeked around the corner, clutching another dinosaur to his chest.

"...i did."

bakugou looked at him.

The little boy looked back. of course, who else could it have been?

"...well don't."

"...okay."

"...okay what?"

"...okay... mr. bakugou."

then your son ran off from the crime scene searching for you.

katsuki tch'ed.

katsuki wasnt going to be mean to a kid, especially not yours. but he definitely wasnt warm.

he would ruffle his hair, call him a brat, ask about his day at school, and pack his lunches, thats about it.

he wasnt going to step up for his shitty dad, he was simply doing it to make your life a bit easier, when you were exhausted, showering or sleeping.

your four year old on the other hand, adored katsuki.

he followed bakugou everywhere, from the kitchen to the his bedroom, from then to the laundry room, from that to the living room. it was clear that the kid admired him so much. he thought he was the coolest man on earth.

shiny and sparkly quirk, makes tasty food, and really strong, which kid wouldnt admire him?

not to mention that your son loved to ask katsuki dumb questions.

if it was katsuki's turn to make dinner, he would be met with tiny footsteps approaching him.

katsuki would look down to see a pair of big, curious eyes looking back.

"what are you making?"

"food"

"oh"

"can i watch?"

"sure"

"what are you doing now?"

"washing the dishes"

"cool"

that dynamic mostly changed, when one day you and katsuki went to pick up your son from daycare only for him to come meet you crying.

you dropped to his level quickly and gave him a hug, your heart aching for him.

"what happened? why are you crying?"

the kid refused to say anything, he just continued to cry silently, you picked him up in your arms towards the car.

once the three of you arrived home, you placed him on the couch to watch his favorite cartoons, it was the only time during the weekdays that he could watch the tv, while you and katsuki need at least a good thrity minute to change from your hero gear, take a shower and get comfortable.

once that was done, you sat next to your son on the couch while katsuki was in the kitchen.

"tell me, why are you sad, baby? did something happen?" you asked gently, rubbing his cheek.

"my mate was making fun of my drawing today" hiccup, "during art today," your son gave up on the tough act and leaned in to hug you.

"what did he say, my love?"

"he said that it looked bad, then he took the drawing and threw it in the trash.."

"oh no..thats not good," you looked down at him, continuing to rub his little back, attempting to comfort him.

katsuki walked in the living room, giving the little boy his after-daycare, snack plate, of a cheese sandwich and a juice box.

"did you tell the teacher about this?" you asked as he sat down between you and katsuki and began eating.

he nodded, "they didnt do anything, she just said that he needs to be nice to me."

you sighed, unsure what to do, should you comfort your son till he forgets about this incident, hoping it doesnt repeat. should you yell at the employees to do a better job at preventing bullying amongst the kids, or should you request a meeting with the parent of that child.

then a voice broke you out from your thoughts.

"ill handle this, dont worry, we are going to fix this." katsuki said, looking down at your four year old, "ill make sure that he doesnt mess with you again."

your son looked up at bakugou and nodded before he continued indulging in his plate.

the next day, katsuki was dropping off your son at daycare, while you went to work before him.

later that day, katsuki also insisted on picking him up. and that day was completely different from the one before. your son was running up to you both hugging your legs smiling from ear to ear.

"mama!"

he exclaimed, happy to see you.

you picked him in your arms, "hey, my love, did you have a good day?"

he nodded happily, "yes! we went to the park with the teachers today and i made new friends"

katsuki ruffled his hair, "thats amazing, are you ready to go home now?"

your son nodded as he hugged you.

the way home felt lighter.

not because the grocery bags were any less heavy.

because the little hand swinging between yours was.

your son practically bounced along the sidewalk, excited, he pointed at everything that caught his attention.

"mama! mr, bakugou! look"

you looked towards what he was pointing at.

a tiny sparrow had landed on the nearby fence.

"its a bird!"

"it is, lovely, isnt it so cute?" you said, giggling back.

"i think he is looking at us."

"i think so too,"

"he probably likes mr. bakugou."

bakugou snorted from your other side. carrying most of the grocery bags.

"...the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"katsuki! language!"

"'cause mr. bakugou is cool."

"tch."

the corners of katsuki's mouth twitched upward for barely a second.

by the time you reached the apartment, your son had already forgotten all about the day before.

children were funny like that.

they could carry heartbreak that felt impossibly heavy one afternoon...

only to wake up smiling the next morning.

you envied that.

once you all had settled home and changed, it was time to cook dinner, and today it was your turn.

you were in the kitchen, apron on, looking at your recipe. you and katsuki had made a rule for cooking. whoever is in charge gets to decide what to make.

chicken pasta with veggies, you decided on, something simple and tasty.

you measured the amount of pasta and dunked in the boiling pot, beginning to chop up your chicken into pieces.

"mama, can I help make dinner?"

a voice suddenly spoke from below.

you looked over your shoulder from where you were cutting.

"you can get a chair and help me stir the pasta."

before your son could even climb onto the chair..

"nah."

bakugou reached over.

"you ain't tall enough." he said, and without another word, he lifted him beneath the arms and sat him carefully on the kitchen stool beside the counter.

"there."

your son beamed.

"thank you!"

"yeah..yeah," bakugou said with ruffling his hair.

and from there it continued to grow.

bakugou would go on grocery runs with your son to buy him his favorite snacks, he would pick him up from daycare more often, make his lunches instead of just packing them, teach him cool superhero moves, he would even read him bed time stories and promise to protect him from the monsters. katsuki became his superhero.

fast forward a couple months later, it was safe to say that after 2 years of living together, katsuki was warming up to the kid, especially after his fourth birthday rolled around.

when you had thrown him a big birthday party, inviting all his mates from daycare at a play ground. your son had the time of his life, playing and laughing with his friends, eating sweets enough for a year and receiving gifts.

the presents were opened one by one.

coloring books, building blocks, hero costumes, dinosaurs, toy cars, plushies, every gift was met with the same wide-eyed excitement only a four year old could have.

it wasn't wrapped particularly well. the corners of the paper were uneven. the tape had clearly been applied with absolutely zero patience.

you smiled to yourself.

"...katsuki." you whispered to him.

"what."

"...you wrapped this, didn't you?"

"maybe...stop laughing idiot!" he whisper yelled at you,

"...im sorry." you said trying your best not to get louder from laughter.

the other parents laughed quietly.

your son climbed into bakugou's lap without asking, holding the box between them.

"can you help me?"

"i ain't opening your presents for you, brat."

"pleeease?"

bakugou sighed dramatically.

"...fine."

with surprisingly gentle fingers, he peeled away the tape while your son enthusiastically ripped the paper apart.

inside...

was a small pair of black training gauntlets.

not real ones, obviously. safe foam replicas that had been clearly custom-made.

alongside them... a tiny hero notebook.

the cover read in messy handwriting.

future hero training log.

your son stared, his tiny mouth slowly fell open.

"no way..."

bakugou scratched the back of his neck.

"oh my god! this is so cool!"

"you definitely- this is the best gift ever!"

sour son launched himself forward.

wrapping both tiny arms around Bakugou's neck.

"i love it, than you!"

bakugou froze.

"...oi, careful."

"thank you!"

"...yeah, youre welcome, happy birthday."

your son didn't let go.

not for another full minute.

his favorite one was most definitely the gift from katsuki.

at this point, the party had ended hours ago.

the sugar crash hit your son, and he had barley made it five minutes into the drive home.

"mama..."

"hm?"

"im sleepy.."

"i know, lovely"

"mama..can i sleep?"

you laughed, "you dont need permission"

no response, and thirty seconds later you heard soft hums from the back seat, you smiled to yourself.

you looked over to katsuki and thanked him.

"what are you thanking me for, hm?"

"thanks for making time for him, i really do appreciate it, i was worried that he would be missing a father figure in his life, but clearly he has the best uncle ever." you smiled at him.

he gave you a soft smile in return which was rare for him.

"dont mention it, y/n. its your son after all, besides hes not so bad after all for a little brat, im just glad we can both do this before getting even busier with our hero careers."

you hummed in agreement, "you are right".

when you got home, bakugou quietly opened the passenger door before you even unbuckled yourself.

"i got him."

"you've carried enough today."

"its okay, i said I got him."

"...okay."

so you decided to carry in his new gifts while katsuki lifted your sleeping son in his arms.

He carefully lifted your sleeping son into his arms.

one tiny fist grabbing onto the front of Bakugou's hoodie.

bakugou looked down at him for a second and chuckled.

"...heavy little brat."

you smiled softly.

"you say that every time."

"'cause he is."

"you've been saying that since he was two."

"he is heavy than too."

you let out a soft laugh as you entered the apartment, and bakugou carried him down the hallway, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.

he knelt beside the small bed.

carefully placing him on his bed, quickly changing his clothes to his pyjamas and eased him beneath the blankets.

removed the tiny foam gauntlets from his hands.

Set them neatly on the bedside table.

pulled the blanket up over his shoulders.

then...

almost as an afterthought, he brushed one stubborn lock of hair away from the little boy's forehead.

"...night."

you'd been standing in the doorway the entire time.

watching.

he turned around.

"...what?"

"...nothing."

"...right, of course."

You smiled.

"i was just thinking."

"thats dangerous."

"it is," you said, continuing your way to the kitchen. katsuki quickly following you.

a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. as you both relaxed on the couch, it wasn't awkward. it never really was anymore. the television was off. the living room was clean and tidy, and there were no dishes in the sink. the city lights filtered through the apartment windows.

you looked over at katsuki who was currently on his phone.

"he'd changed." you thought to yourself, not in personality. he still complained. still grumbled. still looked permanently annoyed at the world.

but,

he'd become softer.

the kind of softness that only appeared when nobody was looking. except that you'd started looking.

and once you noticed it, you couldn't stop.

"what?"

his voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"...hm?" you quickly snapped back to reality.

"you've been staring."

"...have i?" you answer, trying to look oblivious.

"yeah."

"...sorry."

he snorted.

"there you go again." he smiled, while looking down at his phone once again.

"...right." you smiled sheepishly. "i am working on it."

"slowly." he added.

"very."

another silence.

this one lingered longer.

you found yourself tracing circles against the mug in your hands.

"...can i ask you something?"

"depends."

"on?"

"whether it's stupid."

you laughed.

he turned off his phone once he was done reading whatever email he had received and placed it down.

"go on."

you hesitated.

"...why?"

"...what?"

"why did you stay?"

he frowned.

"...the hell kinda question is that?"

"i'm serious."

you looked down at your hands.

"you didn't have to, you didnt have to do any of this yknow?, like help him, make him happy, help raise the kid." you paused for a second to collect your thoughts.

"nobody forced you to wake up early for daycare, take him there when i get called in for work early, or fold his laundry."

he huffed a laugh.

your smile faded into something smaller.

"...you didn't have to become such a big part of our lives. his life"

you swallowed.

"..we simply live here."

katsuki leaned back against the couch.

his arms folded across his chest.

he didn't answer immediately.

he rarely did when the conversation mattered.

instead...he thought.

"at first..." he started quietly.

"...it was because i couldn't stand watchin' you do everythin' alone, i care for you, even though youre an idiot. you are still one of my closest friends, and i wanted to give you a hand after the shit you dealt with."

you looked up.

"you were exhausted, you'd come home barely able to stand, then you'd still cook, clean and play with him." katsuki paused, he then looked at you and continued.

"...then wake up and do it all over again."

he shook his head.

"...pissed me off."

"...why?" you asked, placing your mug on the coffee table, genuinely confused.

"'cause nobody should have to do that."

he looked toward the hallway.

"then, somehow, sometime along the way, the span of these two years, he stopped feeling like your kid."

your eyebrows knitted together.

"...what?"

he sighed.

"...not like that." he laughed.

"the brat became a part of my routine if you know what i mean."

he searched for the words, visibly irritated that they weren't coming easily.

his jaw tightened.

"i'd hear some kid laughin' outside and think it sounded like him. it wasnt something i decided, y/n, and im sorry if this is considered stepping over your boundaries."

he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

your chest tightened.

"katsuki, i-"

"and more importantly.."

he continued, quieter this time.

"...you."

"huh, what about me?"

he let out a slow breath.

"that happened too."

you blinked. "what?"

"...this."

he gestured vaguely between the two of you.

"trust me, i don't know when, or why, i just..fuck"

he dragged a hand over his face.

"my dumbass started lookin' forward to comin' home, noticing your laughs, helping you out when you were tired, and it just kept getting worse from there."

he gave a small, humorless laugh.

your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

"...worse?"

he looked directly at you.

"yeah.." he exhaled deeply, "cause, once again, somewhere along the path, you stopped being my roommate that i share an apartment with to save money, or my best friend that i wanted to help out.

his voice was steady.

honest.

"...i don't know exactly when. i can't point to one moment, it wasnt any dramatic bullshit, im not gonna sit here and pretend this is a perfect love story or anything.."

"it just..." he exhaled once again. "kept buildin'."

now he was looking directly at you, "little thing, that kept building ,till one day i realised, that i really dont know anymore."

the kitchen felt impossibly still. the living room fell quiet.

you stared at him. not finding the correct words or the appropriate thoughts.

he had taken every word you'd been carrying for months, and spoken them first.

you laughed softly.

almost in disbelief.

"you know what's funny, katsuki?"

"what."

"i was scared."

"of?"

"that if i ever felt something again, like romantic feelings specfically, id be betraying myself, falling for the same shit"

he frowned.

"after..him."

"i promised myself i'd never need anyone again, never depend on anyone and never let anyone become that important, and then i just kept seeing you, you would visit me often at my old house, show up at my office, id see you during patrols, everyday."

"you kept on showing up, everyday, for me, buying me coffees, dropping me home, and for my son, without asking for anything in return from me."

you smiled through the tears gathering in your eyes.

"it wasn't one moment for me either. it was during the stupidest shit ever, while packing lunch for him, it looked terrible."

he snickered.

"they did."

you moved closer. not all the way. just enough to close that awkwardly big gap between you guys.

"i don't think i woke up one morning in love with you, its true, youve been a great friend for a while, i just think.."

you looked into his crimson eyes.

"i just never noticed the feeling growing, until it was too big to ignore."

he draped his arm around on you, on the couch, and for a long moment, none of you moved, just staring into oblivion, katsuki then slowly reached out first, hesitant, as if he was giving you the chance to step away.

his rough hand found yours. fingers slowly threading together.

"i guess this was kinda idiotic from the both of us.." he muttered.

you laughed through the tears threatening to spill.

"hey!" you said, playfully slapping his chest.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered.

your smile widened.

"there is no way you just asked permission."

he clicked his tongue. "answer the damn question."

"yes."

he closed the small distance between you. there was nothing rushed about it. nothing desperate. just a slow, careful kiss. unspoken feelings settled between the two of you. there was no desperation. no rush. just relief.

when you pulled away, neither of you spoke.

then a moment later, katsuki whispered.

"...about damn time."

you laughed quietly, your fingers finding his.

"yeah."

another kiss. deeper this time, then another, your lips kept on chasing his, him chasing you, then suddenly it grew more aggressive, hungry.

katsuki picked you up swiftly, your legs wrapping around his waist, and somehow the distance between the livingroom and your bedroom disappeared one careful step at a time, interrupted only by quiet laughter and the occasional sarcastic remark from katsuki.

for the first time in years, you let yourself lean on someone without feeling guilty for it.

the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. and for the first time since you'd become a mother, you weren't carrying everything by yourself anymore.

katsuki placed you gently on your bed.

"try to not be so loud, yeah? we dont wanna your brat up." he said, fingers rubbing your cheek, you nodded. before tugging him by his collar and crashing your lips together again.

it was clear that you both wanted each other, you could see him growing harder in his jeans.

"fuck" he muttered, "lemme take this off you, yeah?" he said, playing with the hem of your shirt, "katsuki, please." you whispered in his ear, as he was gently sucking on the skin of your neck and jaw.

"please what, baby" he hummed, continuing to work his way from your jaw down to your collarbone. peppering your skin with small kisses and bites.

"take it off, please"

he smiled, satisfied, "arms up"

it was embarrassing how fast you obeyed, lifting your arms up for him to take your shirt off, exposing your black lacy bra.

he tossed your shirt somewhere on the floor, before muttering under his breath. "so beautiful," he said, rubbing his hands over your upper chest, waiting for your approval, before you guided his hands down to your tits, he kneaded you for a bit through your bra before he shortly after unclasped it and tossed it with the forgotten shirt.

"shit, youre unreal," he said, leaning down, taking one nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it while rubbing the other one with his fingers. the sensation was driving you crazy.

you began grinding into his clothed cock, while pushing his head down on you, whispering his name.

he released your nipple, before rubbing down your tummy, kissing down your happy trail till he found your pants.

"katsuki take off your shirt, not fair." you said, as you tugged down your own pants.

he chucked before he threw the shirt over his head, "there there, stop whining."

fuck, this isnt the first time youve seen him shirtless, matter fact, you have countless times, during training, med checkups, etc, but not like this, not when its dark and he is about to be as possibly close to you.

he leaned down to kiss you once again, and your hands were now finding their way on his pecs and biceps.

his fingeres once again were tugging and playing with your pants before he yanked them down as well, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

katsuki groans at the sight before he also takes his jeans off, he presses one quick kiss to your lips before laying down between your legs, "katsuki.." you groaned, rolling your hips, "i need you, please".

"god i need you too," he whispers against your skin, he takes your panties off and pushes your legs apart, and buries his face between them, eating you out as you arch your back. "fuck, so beautiful, baby." he mutters against your skin.

"fuck.. katsuki-" you say, gripping his hair tightly, "yeah, right there, shit, fuck you know-" you release a high-pitched moan as his tongue flicks over your clit, legs shaking, "you taste so good.." he mumbles against you.

he can feel your orgasm building quick, he sucks hard, slowly inching in his middle and ring finger, curling them, his eyes lifting to see your face melt, "mmmph.. fuck, this feels so good.." you moan loudly, he slaps your inner thigh at that.

"shh, baby, we dont wanna wake anyone up, now, do we?" you nod, head dropping back. he begins to pump his fingers and suck on you at the same time, "p-please katsuki..."

your orgasm now is approaching, you try to squirm away from katsuki due to the overwhelming sensation, but he is quick to keep your down, "dont move too much now," he tells you, holding you in place by your hips.

"oh my god-" you cry out, nails clenching the sheets below you, "shit, katsuki..im gonna- shit, gonna cum.." you whimper, your body shaking, "cmon, all for me, let me see how good i make you feel"

your entire body locks up before you get hit with your climax, moaning his name loudly as you cum, grinding your face slowly against his face through the orgasm.

he slowly gets up from between your legs, yanks his jeans off, and leans down to kiss you. you accept his lips with no question, "nasty girl," he says, kissing you once on the cheek. "you did so good, angel."

he went down, to give your breast a rough squeeze once again, "i need you," he whispered before lining himself, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, "ill get a condom first, hol on."

you kept him in place with your thighs, "im on the pill, its fine."

pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering slow kisses from your breasts down to your stomach. when he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.

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 again.

you drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.

you weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. your were sure you looked like a mess.

hair tangled, eyes red and wet, probably bloated from the day.

"i-im not" you protested as he kept sinking inch by inch. "don't say that." his lips turned upside down back like you had just offended him personally, "stop undermining yourself, give your self some love, okay?"

when he finally bottomed out, you both let out a sigh, you felt so full. but you were also growing impatient, you needed him badly, and he needed you too.

you grind slowly, feeling him, every inch of his dick between your folds,

"youre so big, katsuki" he groans at your statement, "fuck" as he begins to push in and out of you, his hands gripping your hips. "god, baby you're so damn tight-" as he continues to thrusts up into you.

you’d never felt so filled in your life. you could practically see him in your cervix. katsuki was also absolutely losing it with each thrust, both of you completely overwhelmed with one and another.

katsuki continues to thrust into you till a beyond pornographic moan left your mouth when he found your g-spot, "katsuki! oh my god...please" you moaned loudly once again. "right there, fuck me harder!" you practically screamed, clenching and biting his shoulder.

"shit baby, can feel you clenching up on me.. fuck"

"katsuki! ch-ch choke me, baby please!" katsuki looked up, eyes wide, "huh, alright, yes angel" he watched you as your hand covered his, eyes rolling back, he was fucking you dumb as he went deeper and gripped your neck harder.

both of you were getting louder, it was clear that you were gonna cum. you thought of you using your free hand to reach down between your bodies and rub circles on your clit to help take you over the edge, that feeling was heavenly but only lasted a couple seconds, before you were gone.

as you came, your body went completely still under his, legs shaking on the mattress as your hands and legs relaxed, "fuck, you feel so good, cumming around me like this, shit" katsuki moaned, clearly approaching his orgasm.

your hands now taking his face and smashing your lips to his, his thrusts became insanely harsh and sloppy, next thing you knew, he was moaning in your mouth deeply.

you moaned into his lips as you felt his warm cum feeling you up completely.

he pulled out and you both winced at that feeling before you dropped on the bed next to you. none of you had the energy to get up so you both just cuddled up to one another in your bed, covered in your sheets.

"you okay?" he asked kissing your forehead, and removing hair strands from your face. you nodded in return, "thank you katsuki"

he laughed, "no need to thank me angel, i wanted to make you feel special, im glad i got to fullfil my wish" he kissed your lips before pulling the sheets to your shoulders.

"goodnight, baby" he said hugging you tighter to his body.

"night, katsuki"

.

he stumbles out of the locker room, a towel slung low on his hips, his skin still flushed and steaming. he pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats in a daze.

you’re the only thing his lust-filled brain can think of. he’s certain he’ll die if he doesn’t get to you, now. he needs you like he needs air to breathe. like he needs nitroglycerin in his palms. the thought of your face, your voice, your body on his is the sole thing keeping black spots from swarming his vision.

everyone who works at his agency knows that katsuki never leaves work early. he’s always the first to arrive and the very last to leave. he’s the one who stays late to pore over incident reports until his eyes burn. he’s the one who turns the lights off and locks all the doors behind him. but tonight he’s out of the building before the sun has even fully set.

not trusting himself to drive in this state, he hails a cab. the decision to not get behind the wheel is one of the few clear-headed ones he’s made since this whole ordeal started. his hands are shaking too much, and he knows that he’d wrap his porsche around a lamppost before he could even make it past three blocks.

he slumps into the back seat, the cheap leather sticking to his sweat-damp skin, and groans out your address. the driver glances at him in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening at the sight of great explosion murder god: dynamight ™ looking like he’s about to spontaneously combust in the backseat of his car.

on a regular day, katsuki would tell him to mind his damn business and fucking drive. but he currently doesn’t even have the energy to scowl at the old man.

after what feels like eternity, the cab screeches to a halt in front of your building. he doesn’t even wait for the car to stop completely before he tosses a handful of yen bills at the driver and stumbles out onto the sidewalk.

he practically sprints into your building. he’s too impatient to wait for the elevator. he takes the stairs instead, taking them two, sometimes three at a time, he nearly collapses once, catching himself at the very last second.

he can barely stand by the time he finally reaches your door. he’s so close to exploding right here in the hallway and you haven’t even touched him yet. he somehow musters up the energy to fish the spare key you’d forced on him months ago out of his pocket. his hands are shaking so badly, it takes him three tries before the tumblers click.

he limps into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him. every single one of his nerve endings is on fire as he leans against the door for a second. his head thudding against the cool wood. he can feel a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, follow the line of his jaw, and drip onto his t-shirt. this is pathetic. he’s pathetic. he just wants to crawl into a hole and die. or fuck you until he can’t remember his own name. he’d prefer the latter. he’s so hard it hurts.

“kats ?” he forces his eyes open, vision swimming before it focuses on you. you’re standing in the entranceway to the living room, wearing one of his old t-shirts and little else. he wants to rip that shirt off and see what’s underneath, to map every inch of your skin with his hands, his mouth, until you’re gasping his name.

you take in the sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, the deep, feverish flush on his cheeks, and instinctively step closer. you reach up, your cool palm pressing against his burning cheek, and he almost sobs with relief. he leans into your touch like a starved man, a low moan rumbling in his chest. he could stand here all day and just let you touch him.

( he could probably cum in his pants, just from this, like a fucking loser. god, he wants you so bad. he wants your hands all over him. he wants his hands all over you. he needs to feel you. )

you lean in and press a soft kiss to his trembling lips. it’s supposed to be a sweet, simple greeting, but for him it’s feels like a match to gasoline. he fists his hands in the material of your shirt and pulls you closer. he can feel your body tense ever so slightly against his

“how was work ?” you ask, a little breathless when you finally manage to pull back just enough to look at him. 

“fuckin’ terrible,” he manages to grind out. his voice is so tight and strained. he barely recognizes himself. he’s embarrassed. so fucking embarrassed. part of him doesn’t want to tell you. he could just make something up. say he’s tired. say anything but the truth. but the thought of deceiving you, even to save his pride, is unbearable. he rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut as he mumbles, “got hit,” the words practically scrape his throat raw. “with a quirk.”

“what kind of quirk ?” you ask softly. your hand coming up to rest gently on his bicep. he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing violently. he feels the heat in his cheeks deepen, a fresh wave of shame washing over him. he has to say it. he has to force the pathetic words out.

“some . . . aphrodisiac bullshit.” he looks away, unable to meet your gaze, “i blasted the punk the hell up right after but it was already too late. it’s. . . fuck, it’s bad.” he swallows hard, “it’s . . really fucking bad.”

a smile slowly spreads across your face. you can’t help but laugh. never in a million years did you think you’d live to see the day katsuki bakugou needed your help.

“you’re laughing ?!” he chokes out. he’s just confessed to being hit by a lust quirk. this is the most humble he’s ever been. stripped of all his pride, reduced to a nothing but a desperate, needy mess in front of the one person he wants to see him as strong.

he’s never been this vulnerable, this submissive, in his damn life. and you’re fucking laughing ? he wants to be angry. he wants to push you away and reclaim some semblance of his dignity. but he can’t. all he can do is stand there and tremble as your thumb brushes over his bottom lip.

“sorry, sorry, it’s not funny,” you murmur, though the smile playing on your lips says you believe otherwise. “how are we supposed to deal with it ?” you’ve got to be messing with him. he’s in utter disbelief. does he really have to spell it out ? after he’s already humiliated himself this much ?

“obviously i need to. . .” he trails off, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. he can’t bring himself to say the words. they’re too crude, too pathetic.

“you need to what, kats ?” you’re determined to make the most of the rare, once-in-a-lifetime chance to see your explosive, always-in-control pro hero boyfriend completely at your mercy. 

“you know what. . ” he grits out, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“i don’t” you frown, your eyes wide with mock innocence. “you’re gonna have to use your words, kats. tell me exactly what you need from me.”

he lets out a frustrated growl, his head falling back against the door with a soft thud. “why are you doing this to me . . ?” 

“because you’re adorable like this,” you coo, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling the tremor that racks his entire body. “it’s a side of you i don’t get to see nearly enough.”

you pull back just enough to look him in the eye, your expression softening slightly, though the teasing glint remains. “and because i need to make sure you’re not just asking because of the quirk. i need to know that you actually want me.”

( you might as well have asked him if grass is green )

“of course i do,”  he chokes out, “how could you even. . . it’s always you. it’s only ever been you. even when my brain is fucking scrambled, it’s still just you.”

“okay,” you whisper, your hand sliding from his jaw down to his chest, right over his racing heart. you take his hand, fingers lacing through his, and lead him towards your bedroom. he follows you like a lost puppy, eyes fixed on the sway of your hips as you walk.

he’s on you before you can even shut the door. his hands grabbing your hips, pulling you into a hungry kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration.

your legs wrap around his waist as he lifts you effortlessly. he stumbles the few steps to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a soft thud so you’re straddling his lap.

he can feel how warm you are through his pants. this is hell. this is heaven. he’s gonna die. he’s positive he’s actually going to die if you don’t move. the pressure of your weight against his aching cock draws a sharp inhale from between his teeth. you lean down, your lips finding his again in a kiss that’s anything but chaste. 

you start to move, rolling your hips slowly, grinding your core against the hard, thick length straining in his sweats. a high-pitched whimper falls from his lips. a sound so foreign to his ears it takes him a second to realize it came from him.

( what. the. fuck. he doesn’t whimper. he doesn’t fall apart like this. he’s the one who makes you fall apart. )

he hates this. he hates the sound of his own voice. but he can’t help it. he needs more. he needs to feel you. his hands fly to your hips, thick fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force. 

“katsuki,” you whisper against his lips. your tongue darts out to taste the salty sweat on his skin. he groans, his head falling back against your ruffled sheets as his hips buck up to meet yours.

he’s burning up, his skin radiating a concerning amount of heat. you can feel it through your clothes, through his. you trail your lips down the length of his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his pulse. 

“are you sure you’re okay ?” you look down at him,face contorted with concern “maybe we should go to the hospital, get you checked out. . .” 

he stares at you, his crimson eyes wide with disbelief. you’ve got to be fucking kidding him. here you are, asking him about his health while your chest is in his face and you’re straddling his lap. you’re gonna be the death of him. he swears to god. but what a way to go.

“the hospital ? i’d rather die than let another soul see me like this.” he snarls, though it lacks its usual bite, sounding more like a plea. “and i’ll blow you up if you even think about telling anyone this happened to me.”

“don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me ,” you murmur, leaning down to press a soft, teasing kiss to his jaw.

your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, the fabric damp with his sweat. you peel it up slowly, revealing the hard, defined lines of his abs. his stomach clenches under your touch, the muscles jumping as your fingertips graze his skin.

he lets you undress him like a doll. you drag the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly aside. his chest heaves as your hands return to his body, tracing faint scars, the ridges of his abs, the sharp v-line that dips down into his sweats.

katsuki’s trembling as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, breath hitching as his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach with a wet smack. it’s flushed a deep, agitated red. his tip already beading with an obscene amount of precum that drips down onto his skin.

katsuki’s not one to feel self conscious, his confidence is as much a part of him as his quirk, but right now, under your gaze, he feels too exposed. he can’t meet your eyes. his gaze is fixed somewhere over your shoulder, his jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. he’s completely at your mercy, and you haven’t even touched him properly yet.

you reach out, your fingers tracing the v-line of his hips, your touch light and teasing. he shudders violently, his hips bucking up, seeking more of your touch.

“please,” he whimpers “quit teasin’ me” please. please please please. he’ll beg. he’ll get on his knees and beg. he’ll say please. he’ll say anything you want. he needs to cum. it hurts so bad. he’s gonna die. he’s gonna die if you don’t let him cum.

“but it’s so much fun,” you murmur as your fingers trail lower, brushing against the base of his cock. he lets out a strangled moan as you wrap your hand around him, your palm cool against his burning flesh.

you start to stroke him, slow and teasing, your thumb swirling around his head and spreading the slick fluid down his length. he can already feel his orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in his stomach, but you won’t let him have it. you keep him teetering over the edge until tears are brimming his waterline.

“please,” he begs, throwing an arm over his face, hiding his shame as he pleads with you. “please, baby, let me cum. i’ll do – fuuuck – anything, please.”

“look at me,” you say firmly. he’ll look. he’ll do whatever you want. just don’t leave him like this. this pathetic. this weak. he peeks at you from under his arm, crimson eyes sparkling with unshed tears. you’ve never seen him looks so fragile, so broken. the mere sight of him makes your heart ache, you can’t deny him any longer.

you shift, kneeling between his spread thighs. leaning down and wrapping your lips around the his tip. it’s a shock to his system. he cries out as you take him deeper, flushed tip hitting the roof of your mouth. 

“shit . . . baby, please,” he chokes out, his voice a ragged, breathless mess. “i can’t. . . i’m gonna. . .” the afflicting aphrodisiac quirk amplifies every sensation. fuck. fuck fuck fuck. he’s trying to stay quiet, he really is. he’s biting down on his knuckles so hard he can almost taste blood, trying to muffle the obscene sounds falling from his lips, but it’s no use. every drag of your lips, every swirl of your tongue, pulls desperate whimpers and choked groans out of him

your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off so hard it makes him see stars. you can feel him trembling, his thighs tensing under your hands as you take him even deeper and you know he’s not going to last much longer. you hum around him, the muscles in your throat constricting around his tip. and that’s all it takes to push him over the edge.

his body arches off the bed as he spills sticky ropes down your throat. you’re milking every last drop, until he’s a limp, trembling mess beneath you. you’re surprised by how sweet he tastes, like salted caramel, so much sweeter than usual.

“feeling better ?” you rasp as you pull back slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his flushed cock.

he’s completely wrecked, his chest heaving, his eyes squeezed shut, his face glistening cherry red. he’s never cum this hard in his life. he can barely breathe. his limbs feel like lead, his mind’s blissed-out and hazy. for a few precious seconds, he thinks it’s over. he thinks it’s worn off.

then he looks down and his heart sinks. his cock is still painfully hard. it hasn’t gone down at all. if anything, he’s somehow harder than he was before. he’s beyond horrified. he’s just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, and it did nothing. the shitty quirk is still burning him alive, and he’s starting to think he might be stuck like this forever. 

“feels worse” his crimson eyes are filled with a mix of fear and desperation. “it’s . . fuck. . it hurts more now”

he needs more. he’s too ashamed to ask, too proud to beg you again. his pride has already taken too many beatings it may never recover from tonight. but his eyes are pleading with you as you clamber to your feet. he don’t say another word. you don’t need him to. you already know what he wants. you know katsuki like the back of your hand.

without breaking eye contact, you slowly strip off the shirt of his you were wearing, then your underwear, letting them fall to the floor. his breath hitches as his eyes trail over your naked body. he reaches for you, large hands gripping your hips and pulling you between his spread legs.  

you rest your hands on his shoulders as you straddle him again, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his bare thighs. his hands slide from your hips to grip your ass, pulling you even closer, grinding you against him slowly.

it feels so good. too good. and then he realizes why it does. he’s completely bare. it’s so rare for him to fuck you raw, a line he almost never crosses, and the fact that he almost did, that he was so lost to the quirk he forgot, terrifies him.

“no, fuck, we can’t. not without a c-condom” his voice straining as he reaches for his sweats. his hands shake as he yanks his wallet from the cotton pocket, nearly dropping it in his haste. he flips it open, lithe fingers fumbling through the slots, but there’s nothing there. 

he’s always so responsible, so prepared. a wave of despair washes over him, so strong it’s ridiculous. he was too out of it to check before he came here, too desperate to even think about stopping at a convenience store, and now . . . he checks again, more slowly this time, as if a shiny foil wrapper might magically appear. nothing.

a few hot tears spill over, tracing paths down his flushed cheeks, and it infuriates him. why the hell is he so damn sensitive ? he knows it’s the quirk fucking with his brain, his emotions, but it doesn’t make it feel any less real.

he tosses his wallet and sweats back onto the floor and rakes a hand through his blond hair, “i don’t . . . i don’t have one.”

he’s out. he’s fucking out. he’s always so prepared. he’s always so fucking responsible. and now, when he needs it most. he’s failed you. he’s failed himself. 

you’re kissing his tears away, your lips soft against his damp skin. “it’s okay kats” you soothe, cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb over the jagged scar adorning it. “. . i’m on the pill, remember ?”

his crimson eyes, wide and vulnerable, search yours for any hint of hesitation, any sign that you’re just saying this to placate him. he finds none. he leans into your touch, his body trembling violently as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

“are you sure ?” he chokes out, his voice muffled by your skin. he’s not asking about the pill. he knows you’re just as responsible as he is. he’s asking if you’re sure you want this, sure you want him bare, with nothing between you when he’s this much of a mess.

“i’m positive,” you whisper, capturing his lips in a kiss that ebbs all his qualms away. his hands are everywhere, roaming your back, gripping your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer until there’s not a sliver of space between you.

you position yourself over him, crying out as the blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance. you sink down, taking him inch by inch. you’re so tight. so wet. and you’re taking him so well. all of him. bare. 

“baby,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut. “move. please. you gotta move.”

you shift your hips in a sensual rhythm that has him seeing stars. his hands are gripping your hips so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but you don’t care.

“don’t stop,” he chants the phrase like a mantra. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” like it’s the only thing he knows how to say. every drag of your walls against his cock is both a blessing and a curse.

for a few precious seconds, he just holds you, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder as you ride him, trying to anchor himself to this moment.

but the lust quirk doesn’t care about moments. it only cares about the ache, the burning, relentless need for more. his hips begin to move on their own accord, a slow, shallow roll that’s more instinct than conscious thought. another whimper tears from his throat as he feels your slick walls grip him like they never want to let him go, “can’t. . . i can’t stay still,” he gasps

he drives up into you frantically. the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mingling with his harsh pants and your breathy moans.

he’s completely consumed by the quirk and the mind-blowing pleasure of being inside you. his crimson eyes are half-lidded, tears of pure sensation and frustration leaking from the corners, but he doesn’t stop. he can’t.

“shit, look at you,” he chokes out, his voice cracking as he forces his wide eyes open to watch you. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your head thrown back in pleasure, your skin rippling with each brutal snap of his hips, is almost enough to make him cum again. “so fuckin’ pretty. . . takin’ me so well.”

his calloused thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles over the sensitive nub. overcome by the need to make you cum. maybe, just maybe, your orgasm will trigger his own. maybe, just maybe, the feeling of you clenching around him will extinguish the fire burning him alive.

“c’mon,” he pants, his hips pistoning up into you, the wet, obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in reverberating in the room. he can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering and clenching as your own release builds. it spurs him on, his thrusts become even more erratic, more desperate. “that’s it,” he groans, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged. “gonna cum ? gonna make a mess all over me ?”

before either of you can fully process it, he rolls, taking you with him. the world flips, and suddenly your back is pressed against the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his body blanketing yours.

he settles heavily between your thighs, his weight pinning you down, his forearms bracketing your head as he looms over you. his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the crimson of his irises, just a thin ring of red surrounding pools of pitch black. all traces of his earlier submission are gone.

he doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, immediately picking up a brutal, punishing pace. his hips snap against yours, the sound of skin against skin louder and more intense than it was before. the thick head of his cock repeatedly kisses the spot inside you that makes your vision turn white. 

his scarred hand slides down your body until his thumb finds your clit again. his movements frantic as he rubs tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. the dual stimulation of his cock hammering into you and his thumb working your clit sends shockwaves through your entire nervous system.

“mghh katsuki,” you’re screaming and moaning his name so loud, you know your neighbors are going to complain again. but you’re well past the point of caring. and katsuki’s never given a single fuck about your neighbors; he’d burn the whole building down if it meant he could finally feel you cum around him. tears are falling from his eyes again, tracing paths down his face as he completely loses himself in you.

“yeahhh, that’s it,” he cries. his thumb on your clit presses down harder, hips slamming into yours with renewed vigor. your headboard smacks against the wall with the force of his thrusts. “c’mon, baby, please . . . cum for me. i know you’re close. . . i can feel it”

he can feel your whole body tensing, your back arching off the bed as you teeter right on the edge. your cunt is clamping down on him like a vice, rhythmic pulses that make his own vision swim.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans. he can’t . . . he can’t stop. he doesn’t want to stop. he could stay like this forever, buried inside you, feeling you cum on his cock over and over again.

“one more” he’s panting against your neck, his voice wrecked. “jus’ one more, baby, i swear i can feel it wearing off.” his hips have a mind of their own now, inching impossibly closer to yours.  you’re so overstimulated you can barely think, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your body convulses with yet another wave of pleasure. your cunt is spasming around him again, and again, and again.

“s’too much,” you whine, “kats, it’s too much.”

“i know, baby, i’m so sorry . . .” he murmurs against your skin, “swear i’m gonna pay that extra a visit and send him straight to hell for doing this to me.”

a breathy giggle escapes your lips despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. “that’s not – hah – very heroic of you,”

he lets out a shaky breath, his rhythm never faltering. “‘m not sure i can even consider myself a hero anymore after this,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.

his thumb finds your clit again, circling the swollen bundle of nerves, sending both of you spiraling toward another peak again. he’s well past the point of shooting blanks now, his body completely wrung out, nothing left to give. his hips are faltering, movements growing sloppier. he’s barely propped up on his elbows, arms shaking violently with the strain of keeping his weight off you.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve both cum. you’re so blissed out, your mind floating somewhere far above the soaked sheets, nails digging crescents into his shoulders, as he falls apart for the last time.

for a moment, you both just lay there, breathing in the thick, humid air. there’s so much of him leaking from your folds, coating your inner thighs and soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you.

he can no longer ignore the mess he’s made of you when he musters up the strength to pull out. he makes a muffled, embarrassed sound against your skin, his face burning hot. “m’sorry. . . fuck, it’s everywhere.”

“it’s fine, katsuki,” you murmur, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, the blond strands clinging to your fingers. 

he lifts his head just enough to look at you, crimson eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. he glances down, his gaze tracing the mess on the sheets before flicking back to your face. “we can’t fuckin’ sleep in this,” 

he pushes himself up with a groan, arms trembling so badly he almost collapses back onto you. he manages to roll to the side, landing with a thump on the mattress. the sudden loss of his body heat makes you shiver. he just lies there for a second, staring at the ceiling before forcing himself into a sitting position.

his vision swims as he inches towards the edge of your bed. he rises to his feet and his legs nearly gives out. but he’s still standing. you can see the fine tremors running through his thighs, the strain in his back as he straightens up with a pained grunt. 

he turns back to you, his face half-shadowed in the dim light. his hair is a sweaty, tangled mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes are barely open.

“c’mon,” he says, holding out a hand to you, “we’ve gotta shower. and then i’ll make you some dinner”

lust can weaken most men, can make them forget how to breathe, how to speak. but no shitty quirk can ever make katsuki forget his love for you. it’s in his bones, in his veins, in every fiber of his being. that’s why he’s pushing through the pain, why he’s offering you dinner and a warm shower – despite your feeble protests – instead of collapsing back into bed. even when his body is failing him, his heart is right there with you.

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