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you were sleeping, or at least trying to, considering your bed always felt empty when he was away on long missions. not to mention the fact that you were worried because you hadn’t heard from him in, like, five days, but who’s counting?

you were. you were counting. five days 18 hours 31 minutes and 17 seconds without hearing back from one mister katsuki bakugou, the love of your life, one of the biggest pro-heroes in japan.

it hadn’t been uncommon, not by a long shot, but you hated it nonetheless.

however, in the present, it was as if he had heard your stuffy dreams and worries and came back to your aid, pushing up the window from outside (you didn’t have a balcony, by the way) and landing on your bedroom floor with a low thump.

you sat up straight in bed, now on high alert, ready to activate your own quirk at the intruder, but instead you were met with the darkened figure of your beloved. you sucked in a small breath as his eyes caught the streetlights just right.

he looked… he looked completely lost. a shell of himself.

he came back like this sometimes. not always, because he was older and more resilient now, but… sometimes he came back empty. and him climbing through the window and staring at you in the dark just goes to show that this was one of those times.

“katsuki…” you sighed softly, trying to make light of the situation, “you’re back. you scared the shit out of me, you know.”

he just stood there for another moment before wordlessly dropping his gauntlets to your bedroom floor, one at a time, making you flinch at the weight of them hitting the ground. “kats, what did i say about dropping your stuff like that? you’re gonna put holes in our floors.” 

he grunted in response, sucking his teeth as he kicked one boot off, then the next, and you watched as something dark smeared across the floor. dirt? blood? you weren’t sure. you didn’t want to know. 

bakugou moved then, finally closer to you, his large, lumbering form suddenly dropping to his knees at your bedside and making you take in a breath of worry. “katsuki? what’s going on? what happened?”

you shifted closer to the edge of the bed, and that simply allowed him to scooch closer to you and drop his cheek to your lap over the covers, reaching for your hands.

you blinked at him. he must have seen things you’ll never know of. he’ll keep it to himself, most likely, no matter how hard you try to get him to open up.

your one hand found its way to his hair, your other entwining fingers with his. you scratched his scalp, felt the sweat and the grime of fighting. his hand was wet and you hoped it was sweat. you couldn’t tell in the dark.

“you’re an angel.”

“what?” you carded your fingers through his hair and squeezed his hand. 

“you’re a fuckin’ angel, that’s what i said.” he snapped right back at you, but there was no edge to it. “you’re always waitin’ for me to come back ‘n shit. even when i probably smell disgusting.”

he did, but that was besides the point. “honey, it’s okay. i understand. just because i wait for you doesn’t make me an angel. makes me a damn good partner, though.”

“i’m going to marry you,” he mumbled into the blankets over your lap, burying his face more into your clothed thighs, and you squeaked softly.

“katsuki, are you- i think you’re still running on fumes. adrenaline. don’t make promises you don’t want to keep.”

"this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you." he shifted his head in your lap to look up at you with those carmine eyes you had known for years by now. “i will. i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you. soon, too. i’ll do it right. shit like this makes me know i will.’

you felt your cheeks warm as you petted his hair in the dark, smiling softly at him. “i know you will. i’ll let you marry me… if you shower before getting into bed tonight.” “let me stay here for a little longer.”

“i am.”

the sun was cracking through the slit in the curtains, gliding over his face and making him stir. dazai shifted onto his back in bed, his one arm trapped underneath your head and the other arm being tossed over his eyes to hide them from the orange-red sunrise. he groaned inwardly; another night of restless sleep, disturbed by the sun.

you, however, were still sleeping peacefully, despite the light starting to creep over your face. you nuzzled further into his side, seeking out a warmth he could provide. he dropped his arm from his face to look down at you, staring at your parted lips, at how your chest rose and fell in a steady pace that made him want to attempt to fall asleep again despite the light.

it wasn’t often dazai got a good look at you sleeping. he wasn’t necessarily an early riser, but you managed to sleep in until the last possible second before you both needed to be at the agency, so he almost always got up before you. this was a treat of sorts, considering how he had gotten home late from a mission you hadn’t been suitable for. he had dropped into bed next to you and promptly passed out cold. his limbs were even still sore.

he sighed softly and moved his hand to brush your hair away from your face, and that’s what got you to stir. you made a slight face in your sleep and your breath hitched, a sign of waking up, before your eyes slowly cracked open like the morning sun and caught dazai’s gaze.

you blinked slowly, like some sort of cat, coming to terms with the world around you before whining and shutting them again. “‘samu, what time is it?”

“too early, dove.” he chuckled softly, petting your hair oh so gently and pulling you closer with what little strength he had in his arm that was fast asleep under your weight.

you grunted as you turned over to pretty much be laying on top of him, pressing a sleepy kiss to his collarbone. “you woke me up last night when you got home, asshole.”

“i know, i’m sorry. it was exhausting.” “did you get hurt?”

“me? get hurt? never. chuuya could barely land a punch to me last night. must’ve been thrown off his game.” you snorted and curled an arm around him tighter in a half-hug, lifting your head to look at him with this gentle sort of gaze that made him want to shrink. “osamu.”

“hm?”

“i…” you furrowed your brows. you wanted to say something, express your emotions, make him understand that moments like this are a reason to live for you, just as much as they are reasons for him, but it was too early. you screwed your face up, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. you huffed and smacked his arm before laying back down on top of him. “promise me that next time, you’ll at least give me a kiss goodnight if you need to wake me up that late.”

dazai watched as much as he felt you melt into him completely, threading his fingers through your hair. many things between you would almost always be left more implied than said.

“you didn’t even button them up! they’re all wrinkled in the front, i’m going to have to steam them all again!” kaveh groaned as he went through your shared closet right in front of you.

you sat there on the bed, hands curled into fists. “i wanted to help you out, you know. i was being nice. stop being a drama queen.”

“but it’s wrong!” kaveh whined at you, holding out one of his shirts that you had hung up. you saw nothing wrong with it, obviously, seen in the way you just twitched your brow. he huffed and practically stomped his foot as he pointed to the button in the back. “look! see! it’s all wrinkled up!”

“your hair covers that button, honey. really, it’s okay-“

“no, it’s not! i have to do all the work again!” he clicked his tongue and moved back to the closet to start grabbing the shirts you had hung up, tossing them over his arm. “i know you wanted to be nice, i know, thank you, but i thought i had explained that to yo-“

he was cut off as he turned around and your hand softly connected with his throat, shoving him back against the wall with no real strength behind it. it shocked him more than anything, making him yelp and drop all of his shirts.

you clenched your teeth together as you pressed into his space, your breath fanning out from your nose over his face.

“you are so fucking lucky that i’ve grown to like hearing you whine. next time we get into an argument, i'm reminding you that i took your virginity.”

you watched the way his pupils dilated and his face turned red as your fingers curled lightly into his throat. he was affected almost immediately, bending to you, hands twitching towards your sides. you stepped away while he gaped like a fish.

“you d-didn’t-“

“you know i did.”

“did not!”

you squinted at him and gritted your teeth. “you’re such a brat.”

“no! i’m just particular!”

“say one more thing about those shirts to me and kaveh, i swear, i’ll make sure alhaitham knows who’s in control here.”

you had convinced your pouty, whining, darling boyfriend to put makeup on. just a little, not a lot. eyeliner in the lash lines, light blush and highlighter on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose, pretty lipstick staining plush lips.

his hands were curled into fists as you stared at him from the doorway of your bedroom. he scoffed at your face, turning away from you to look at himself in the vanity mirror again. “stop staring already, i know i look ridiculous!”

he was in his own head again. you needed to stop that.

you let out a breath as you approached him from behind, reaching over him to grab the little lipstick tube. you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as you focused on yourself in the mirror, uncapping the lipstick and swiping it over your lips.

kaveh grunted, and you heard his breath hitch as your muscles flexed around his neck. you popped your lips and capped the lipstick again, setting it down and looking at both you and him in the mirror, smiling.

he opened his mouth to say something, but you grabbed his chin instead, forcing him to tilt his head so you could press lipstick-stained kisses to his cheek and along his jaw.

that was all it took, really. kaveh’s breath caught in his throat, hands shaking as you purred against his skin.

“what a pretty boy i have in front of me. don’t you agree, baby?”

“n-no.” kaveh grunted, trying to jerk out of your grip, smudging more of your lipstick along his skin. you laughed at him and nipped at his neck, making him gasp.

“no? what a liar. you know you’re my pretty boy, my sweetness.” you cooed at him as he stared at you in the mirror, eyes locked on yours and your lips. his hands shook in his lap, one reaching up to hold meekly onto your wrist.

you cracked a grin when you saw his eyes start to grow glassy and wet as your other hand trailed down the opening in his shirt, fingertips grazing so softly over his chest. “getting ready to cry already? what a good boy. i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup.”

kaveh whimpered and reached for the hand on his chest, trying to push it down between his thighs. “please, i’ve been good. touch me now, please…”

“let me see that eyeliner run and maybe i will.” you let him pull your hand downward over the tent in his pants as he started to whine and babble. you sucked a dark mark into his neck between lipstick stains, and he hiccuped when his breath got caught in his throat and thin black tear tracks started to drip down his reddened cheeks, staining them and pooling in his lips.

you groaned and palmed him through his pants. “good fucking boy. cry for me.”

kaveh whimpered and bucked up into your hand as tears pooled on his long lashes. he was always so beautiful when he cried.

he was deep. that’s all your brain could register at the moment.

one of your legs was over his shoulder, the other hooked around his hip. you were partially on your side, hips tilted up as childe rocked himself into you at a deep, agonizing angle that had your brain swimming and drool coating your lips.

you weren’t sure how long he had had you there, on your side, grinding and fucking into you at his own leisure as if he wasn’t also on the brink of cumming. you had finished hard twice — maybe three times? — now, the base of the double-sided strap coated with a creamy ring of your slick, childe’s twitching t-cock soaked in it too.

he groaned into the sensitive skin of your knee as he shifted his weight on the bed and adjusted his hips; the warm, malleable silicon slipped deeper into your throbbing pussy. it felt as though childe was carving himself into you, the tip of the phallic-shaped toy feeling as though it was kissing your cervix, destroying your mental capacity for thought.

you were a mess as you babbled nothings to him, incomprehensible gurgling into the damp pillow as you felt his t-cock grind against your abused clit. it made you jolt and jerk your legs; he wrapped a bulky arm around your plush thigh and laughed. “careful, pretty girl. there’s no runnin’ from me yet, ‘m not done breeding you.”

you moaned into the pillow as he pulled his hips back, back, back, the tip of the cock-shaped toy slipping out of your hole as you clenched around nothing for the first time in what felt like hours.

in your haze, you had no grip on reality. you barely registered the words coming from your lips; all you knew was that you wanted him inside, you wanted to feel his t-dick bump and grind against your clit again, you needed him. so you didn’t hesitate in whining loudly and turning your head, rocking your hips up to try and coax him back inside. “no, no no no, please, i need, daddy please-“

you vaguely heard his breath catch in his throat as his fingers dug into the meat of your thighs. “what was that, baby?”

you whimpered as the tip of the toy caught on your hole and slipped in again. “daddy, daddy please, m’ so close…”

childe laughed breathlessly, eyes wide and blown with lust as he stared down at your writhing, pliant form in his hands, spread out just for him. “oh, fuck me baby. you need daddy’s cock? fine, lemme give it to you, shit. just keep sayin’ that.”

you knew it wasn’t wise to break into someone’s home, especially not chuuya’s, especially after he had already thrown you out and kicked you away like an unwanted puppy many times throughout your long history with him.

ever since you tried to get closer to him when you were both young and lost and part of the sheep, he had this hatred for you. something angry and jealous of your smiling face and your ability to care for him. he always shoved you away in favor of going through life on his own. he had stopped speaking to you altogether when you followed him to the port mafia, but eventually gave up on avoiding your kindness and allowed you small crumbs of hope.

leaving you in the dark about his position was customary. leaving you in the dark for a week without any news was a red flag.

you grunted as you knocked back the rest of the liquor in your glass and made a face at the taste. he always had a palate different than yours.

you shifted in your seat to get onto your feet, but instead lurched forward when you heard the front door click open. on instinct, you felt for the gun at your hip and aimed, breath hitching.

instead of some sort of danger or infiltration, it was just chuuya, battered and bruised, his own gun raised towards you, as if he had expected someone to break in.

you lowered your pistol first. “where have you been?”

“how did you get in here?!”

“bedroom window, far right side. you should get better locks.”

“you should stop breaking into people’s apartments!”

“i was worried about you!” he had a point, frankly. you shouldn’t be breaking into people’s apartments to conduct wellness checks. but as part of the port mafia, not only was that your job, it was chuuya’s too.

chuuya clicked his teeth and kicked the door shut, walking over to the island to drop his own gun down onto the granite and take his hat off.

“you’re bleeding, idiot.” you reached out a hand towards his face, only to have it be slapped away by chuuya’s gloves one.

“thank you, captain obvious. i’m fine. leave before i call the police on you for breaking and entering.”

“we both know you can’t do that, firstly,” you sighed watching the way his hands shook as he moved a bar stool closer to him, “and secondly, you had to have expected that i would come looking for you.”

“i did, and i’m mad i was right.” he snapped right back at you, glaring, taking one step and then collapsing heavily into the bar stool like his body was made of lead. you flinched.

“where were you?” 

“on a mission. out. busy.” he snarled, reaching across the island for your glass of melting ice and pressing it to his cheek. “will you leave now?”

“no.” you gritted your teeth, doubling down in that stubborn way that made chuuya’s heart squeeze. “you look about ready to pass out. i can’t leave you like this.”

“why are you always so annoying? this is ridiculous! you broke into my apartment, you’re always up my ass trying to coddle me and be something to me that you’re not.” he put the glass down so heavily on the island you thought it was going to shatter. “you’re always doing this — getting yourself so worked up over me and getting in my way. when will you take a hint and back off? i don’t need help, and i don’t need you.”

you take in a soft breath as he says the words to you, knowing that your hurt is written all over your face. he makes a choked sound before gritting his teeth and turning away. “just get out, will you? this is so annoying.”

you bite your lip to stop it from wobbling as you get to your feet and exit out into the hallway via the door this time, shutting it softly behind you. maybe you had always known that chuuya would continue to push you away when all you wanted, at the very least, was to be his friend.

chuuya just couldn’t accept a companionship. he looked at the glass on the table and picked it up, lining his lips with the smudges on the glass to drink the watered down mixture at the bottom, longing for a leftover taste of you he would never find.

your nails dug into the wood of the desk, your bottom lip threatening to burst from how hard you were biting down on it. you breathed out harshly through your nose as one of those familiar clawed hands grabbed your hip and shifted your posture, making you arch your back and present yourself further to him.

you heard general gorou bark a laugh into the otherwise empty room. “what a treat this turned out to be!”

you had been sent to the general maybe, oh, fifteen minutes ago, just to drop off some papers. that had been your primary objective, your only objective. and in your defense you had even asked to be sent to drop papers off to literally anyone else, but your commanding officer insisted that you needed to go.

so you had been sent across camp to your secret love affair in the most perfect scenario anyone could think of. how lucky for you.

except you had been due back ten minutes ago, and instead the general had sniffed out the wetness between your thighs and had you bent over within the first five.

it was late spring. sue the both of you for falling prey to instincts and hormones.

you whimpered into the wood of the desk when you felt his leaky cock tip smack against your sopping hole. whenever this time of the year rolled around, your otherwise calm and rational secret lover turned into a feral dog, drooling and getting mean for his own pleasure.

“did they know you needed me so bad that they sent you to me to take care of you? hm?” gorou snarled softly, rolling his hips and letting his length drag through your wet folds. you hissed, shaking your head and rocking your hips back against him.

“gorou, gorou, please, ‘m already late-”

“you know i can excuse you. tell them i sent you on another errand. they can’t deny you.” he leaned down against you, his clothed chest coming into contact with your bare back, and you whined from the weight of him, especially now that he was pressing the tip of his cock to your dripping hole and just barely fucking into you with the tip.

“do you think they figured it out yet?” he nibbled his way along your exposed shoulder the claws on your hip digging into your skin and threatening to draw blood, “do you think they know how much i’m devoted to you? how devoted you are to me when we’re alone?”

you gasped out when he finally, finally sunk his cock into your drenched pussy, clenching down around him and feeling every curve and vein. he let out a low growl as his sharp canines dragged along the crook of your neck.

“pretty pup, you had to have known i wasn’t gonna let you leave without cumming in this hole of yours.”

“yes, yes, gorou, please…” you whined, and gorou of course obliged you, biting your shoulder as he started a rough, brutal pace, his balls smacking against your achy clit. you moaned, and his hand left your hip to cover your mouth.

“what do you think they would say?” he started to murmur against your skin, his voice mixed with snarls bubbling from his chest as he fucked you, "what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?"

you whined behind his hand as you felt his drool drip from his lips onto your shoulder, and he bit down into your skin as his other hand slapped onto the wooden desk under you to brace himself.

you didn’t get back to your post until an hour later with a bandage on your neck and your cunt dripping his cum into your panties.

the sandy dunes of the expansive desert and the cool winds that started to whip past your ears deceived you into a false sense of security. maybe he wasn’t right on your heels. maybe he wasn’t so close behind you.

you turned your head briefly over your shoulder to see him nowhere in sight. he wasn’t nearby.

your knees almost buckled. you were safe. you swallowed dryly as you kept sprinting onward, finally approaching an oasis with a thicker treeline and rocky shores.

it was a reprieve. a moment of clarity. the desert sun was starting to set, the arid temperatures starting to drop. your face felt flushed and you were dripping with sweat as you curved around the trunk of a thick tree and leaned back against it, chest heaving harshly as you gathered your bearings.

your mouth felt full of cotton and your muscles felt like jelly. you needed water. you needed to shake him off.

you gulped as you slowly poked your head around the trunk of the tree, squinting in the reddish-orange light of the falling sun through the treeline back out into the desert. you couldn’t make out any sort of form running towards you, nor any signs of life at all.

you had lost him.

you shut your eyes as you finally went boneless against the tree, leaning back against it again and starting to slide.

you would have sat down, had it not suddenly been for the staff of a polearm knocking your legs apart and a hand grabbing your throat and pinning you back against the tree.

you screamed. it was a knee-jerk reaction to getting caught outright, grabbed with your guard down.

cyno’s fingers pressed inward around your airway, restricting the flow as he leaned his face close to yours, peering at you from under his wolfhead. “that was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard. do it again.”

you wheezed harshly and grabbed at his wrist, trying to shove him off as you scrambled. he was always stronger than you, though.

he didn’t budge as the end of his polearm forced your ankles apart further. he then dropped the weapon and used his thick claws to tear through the fabric of your linen pants, revealing your sticky cunt to the humid desert and to him.

cyno licked his lips as he pressed himself between your spread legs, making sure your breathing was still restricted. “you’re soaked, bunny. getting off on the thrill of the chase?”

“no-” you lied, shaking your head and thrashing around.

it was part of the fun. an agreement between lovers, a game of cat and mouse, wolf and rabbit. you would run and he would catch.

cyno laughed at your pathetic attempts at escape. “you know you want it. just take it. give in. i can smell you from miles away, even in the desert. you know that.”

you whined loudly when you felt the tip of his cock swipe through your folds, catching on your aching clit. he was right, of course; you had almost soaked through your linen pants during the run in anticipation for this moment.

you tried shaking your head, but his hand grabbed your face to make you stay still. “quit it, bunny. i’m taking my reward for the chase. now, make that pretty sound for me again, yeah?”