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Periods of Pain

It’s been a bit of time since I’ve posted a story. Hope you are all doing well and you enjoy this one. ❤

Waking from cramps and pain, Scully discovers she does not have any tampons, prompting a need to go out in the middle of the night. Or does she…?

March 1998

Rolling over, waking from a restless sleep, Scully groaned as her stomach clenched and she drew in a sharp breath. Moaning, she placed a hand on her stomach and pushed the covers back with the other.

Turning on the light, she squeezed her eyes shut for a second, opening only one in the brightness. Letting out another breath, she opened her suitcase and began to rummage through it. Every pocket was searched, but she did not find what she needed.

“Shit,” she whispered and went into the bathroom to look in her toiletry bag, but fairly certain she would not find them in there either. A quick search showed her thoughts were correct… no tampons.

Another pang in her stomach and she gripped the counter top with a deep moan, breathing in slowly through her nose and letting it out through her mouth. There was ibuprofen in her bag, only four, and she took all of them, drinking them with a handful of water from the bathroom tap.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and used the toilet, knowing what she would find and sighing bitterly when she did- her period. Her body’s cruel reminder that she may menstruate, but it would forever be in vain.

Cursing as she wiped away angry tears, she finished, washed her hands and left the bathroom. She would need to run to a grocery store or a gas station, despite the late hour. As another cramp hit, she shook her head as she remembered that Mulder had the car keys and he was most likely asleep.

“Fuck,” she said through gritted teeth and opened her side of the connecting door, finding his slightly ajar, the room dark aside from the glow of the television playing softly.

Pushing the door open further, she stepped quietly into the room and walked over to the table, sure that was where he would have left the keys, but did not find them.

“Scully?”

“Jesus, Mulder!” she said, whipping around, a hand on her chest as she let out a ragged breath. He was staring at her, his eyebrows raised and hair tousled, as he scratched at his upper arm. “You scared me.”

“I could say the same,” he said with a tired chuckle, continuing to stare at her. “Did you need something?”

“Uhhh… yeah I uh… I need the car keys.”

“Did…” He yawned and stretched, shaking his head. “Did you forget something?”

“No. I just… need them. Where are they?” He yawned again and walked closer to her.

“Not on the table?”

“No, I don’t see them. Do you know where else they would be?”

“You need them now? It’s… Scully, it’s two in the morning.” He stared at her questioningly and she drew in a breath as her stomach pained.

“I am aware that it’s late. I just need them… please.”

“You got a clandestine meeting I don’t know about,” he teased with a small smile and she scoffed softly.

“No. I just… Mulder, please,” she sighed and he nodded, beginning to look around, but she knew he was still concerned.

“Tampons,” she said softly. “I need to go get some tampons.” He froze in his search and looked at her, holding her gaze until she had to look away.

“Oh… right. Um… I think… umm… I think they might be in my coat pocket.” He picked it up and she sighed as she closed her eyes, feeling embarrassed though she knew she should not.

“Here,” he said softly and she opened her eyes, looking up to see him handing the keys to her, his own eyes unreadable, as though worried to express how he was truly feeling.

“Thank you,” she whispered, taking them from him, and looking down. “I usually have some, but I guess I forgot to replenish them before we left.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. She looked up and she saw sadness in his eyes before he looked away. She felt tears prick hers and she cleared her throat.

“Well, I’ll let you go back to sleep. Sorry for disturbing you.”

“You didn’t. My bladder did,” he said with a forced smile.

“Right,” she said, forcing a small chuckle, both of them ignoring the gigantic elephant in the room. “Okay, see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he said with a nod and she stepped past him. “Oh… Scully, wait a second.”

Turning around, she stared at him with a furrowed brow. He was opening his suitcase and feeling around the inside pocket, a look of concentration on his face. He took out a pair of socks and some underwear, dropping them into his case, and then turning to look at her with a smile.

“Yup, I thought they might be still in there,” he said, walking closer and extending his hand to her, presenting her with two tampons. She took them with confusion and looked up at him. “Now you won’t have to go out. That’s enough until tomorrow, right?”

“Ye… yeah. But… Mulder, why do you have tampons in your bag? The brand I use, no less?”

“Well…” He shrugged and she raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “It never hurts to be prepared, Boy Scout motto and all that.

“You weren’t a Boy Scout, Mulder.”

“Indian Guide… Boy Scout…” He shrugged again, weighing his hands back and forth. He smiled and she tilted her head, silently asking him to answer her question. With a sigh, he nodded, looking down as he cleared his throat. “I’ve had them for a while, I forgot they were there.”

“Yes, but why?”

“I could come away from this appearing like a real sensitive and caring soul, looking out for my female partner, being “man enough” to carry tampons, but…” He laughed bitterly and shook his head. “It’s only a small fraction of why I have them.” Inhaling sharply, her cramps still a nuisance, she breathed through it and kept her eyes on him.

“You had that really bad nosebleed,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “It wouldn’t stop, do you remember?” He raised his head and looked at her.

“Yes,” she breathed with a nod. Of course she remembered. She had nearly passed out because of it.

Nearly nine months ago while in his motel room, eerily similar to the one they were currently standing in, her nose had begun to bleed, dripping onto the case file in front of her, before quickly running copiously from her nose and onto her clothes. He had caught her as she stumbled to the bathroom, helping her get to the sink, the bright red drops of blood then splattering audibly against the white porcelain.

It felt as though it would never end and if he had not been there, she believed she may have died on the floor. He had caught her a second time, holding her upright, pinching her nose and murmuring to her, her eyes closed and body weak.

By the time the bleeding had stopped, both of them bore signs of it on their clothes and their person. He had washed her face, and helped to change her clothes, putting one of his shirts on her, not wanting her pajamas to become stained if it happened again.

He had wanted to go immediately to the hospital, but she had argued him down, claiming she was fine and only needed to sleep. He had relented, but barely, helping her to bed and staying beside her all night. She had woken a couple of times to find him sitting in a chair and watching her, before falling asleep once again.

In the morning she had been fine, a little tired at first, but well enough, though he had continued to keep an eye on her. It had bothered her at first, but when she remembered the sound of the blood hitting the sink, she understood and squeezed his hand briefly as they had gotten into the car.

Never again had her nose bled that badly and they had never discussed it.

“I uh… when we came home, I thought if I’d had the presence of mind, a tampon would have been the ideal thing to help staunch the bleeding. I mean, that’s its main purpose, right?” He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. “I stopped and bought a box, putting some in my bag once I was home, just in case it happened again.”

“And you’ve had them all this time?” she whispered and he nodded. She shook her head, tears pricking at her eyes again.

“I figured it was best to be ready. The rest of the box is under my bathroom sink.” She scrunched her chin as she let out a breath. “Well… aside from a couple in a desk drawer at the office. And also the glovebox of my car.”

“Mulder…” she breathed, licking her lips and wiping her eyes quickly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so scared, Scully,” he whispered, shaking his head, staring into her eyes. “I thought I was going to lose you. That…” Breaking eye contact, he looked down with a deep sigh and shook his head again. “That it would be there in some shitty motel room… where you… I…”

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist, her tears falling as she let out a deep breath. She felt his arms holding her as she sniffled and closed her eyes.

God, he never failed to surprise her, leave her completely shocked by his care and thoughtfulness. Not that she did not know he cared, but the lengths to which he went, silently and unknowingly, made her ache. She held him tighter, his warmth and scent calming her.

He stroked her hair, his fingers rubbing gently at her scalp and she sighed, sniffling again as her breathing synced with his and his heart beat beneath her ear. His other hand running softly up and down her back was both relaxing and arousing, and she suppressed a moan before releasing her tight grip on him and pulling back slightly.

He held her upper arms and pressed his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly, twice. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and pulled back further, needing to put some space between them.

“Thank you,” she whispered and he nodded as his hands moved down her arms, not breaking contact until he reached her fingers, squeezed gently, and let go.

“You’re welcome. We’ll stop and get more on our way to breakfast,” he said with a nod and she shook her head. “You’re not still going out?”

“No, but after breakfast is fine. After coffee especially,” she said, attempting to lighten the mood. He gave her a small smile and nodded.

“After breakfast then,” he agreed and she nodded, stepped back and cleared her throat.

“Thank you again,” she said, indicating the tampons in her hand and he nodded. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Scully,” he said quietly. She turned around and walked to her room, glancing back at him as she walked through her door and closed it, though not completely.

As she went into the bathroom, she realized she still had the car keys. Setting them on the counter, she washed her hands and splashed some cold water on her face before using the toilet.

Opening the tampon, she shook her head at the injustice of it all, but mostly at the thought of him purchasing and then stashing tampons in places she would be, just in case of another emergency. His foresight had stopped her from a late night drive and the need for which he did purchase them was no longer a threat, but the need for them now was almost worse.

The cruel reminder that fruition could never happen.

Washing her hands again, she went back to bed, the light from the television in Mulder’s room faintly outlining her door. She stared at it, the sight of it comforting, until her eyes began to droop and she fell asleep.

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After breakfast, through which they were both rather quiet, the previous night not discussed as they ate their food, they stopped at a pharmacy as planned. She made to get out and he stopped her.

“I got it,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door.

“Mulder, don’t be-”

“Scully,” he insisted, his hand on her arm to stop her from getting out of the car. “Please. Let me.”

“You don’t need to do that, Mulder. I appreciate you doing it before, but-” she began, but he interrupted her again.

“Please. I need to.” She stared at him and saw the sadness and pain in his eyes. Saw the hurt she had seen in January every time he looked at her where Emily was concerned. The pain when he had testified on her behalf and spoke the truth she had not expected, the burden he had carried, not wanting to hurt further.

“Mulder,” she whispered, reaching for his hand. “You don’t need to… you don’t.”

“I do,” he replied quietly, squeezing her hand with a nod. “Please.”

She relented with a final squeeze of her hand. He smiled softly and got out of the car, walking briskly into the store. She closed her eyes and massaged her forehead, tears threatening to fall, but she pushed them down. They had suspects to speak to and now was no time to cry.

He was back quicker than she had anticipated, startling her as her eyes flew open when he opened the door and sat down, a bag held in his hand. He smiled as he began to show her what he had bought. A box of tampons, a bottle of ibuprofen and one of Midol, two bottles of water, and a bag of Hershey’s kisses. Her eyes widened at the sight of it all and he laughed.

“Best to be prepared, right?” he teased, hinting at last night’s discussion even as the previous heaviness dissipated. She nodded, swallowing down the large lump residing in her throat. “Do you want a kiss?” He held the bag in his hands and shook it with a grin.

Not answering him, not with words anyway, she leaned toward him, held his face in her hands, and gently kissed him on the lips. Pulling back, she chuckled softly at the look of surprise on his face.

“I’ll take a chocolate one too,” she whispered teasingly as he stared at her. Raising an eyebrow at him, he shook his head and looked down at the bag. Ripping it open, he took one from the bag and handed it to her.

She opened it and put it into her mouth, smiling at him. His eyes traveled her face, landing on her lips, and she watched his throat as he swallowed. Shaking his head again, he took a candy from the bag and opened it, shoving it into his mouth.

Starting the car, she smiled at him, the sweet taste of chocolate on her tongue, the feel of his kiss on her lips. Squeezing his knee gently, her expression changed, hoping to convey her thanks once again. He nodded and covered her hand, interlocking their fingers momentarily before letting go, and offering her another kiss, the foil already removed.

Taking it, she smiled as she placed it into her mouth and put the car in reverse, the chocolate satisfying a craving and the man beside her soothing her soul.

#The X-Files #XF Fanfic #Menstrual Cramps #Period #Tampons #Caring #Late Night Discussions #Realizations #Confessions #Hugging #Forehead Kisses #First Kiss #Friendship #Love and Caring

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colorseeingchick · 4 years

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Period Pains (Atsumu, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Periods. Suck. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. But maybe they can make it suck less.

A/N: Y’all can probably guess how my week has been :D. So this is mostly self indulgent and has definitely made me fall in love with all these boys much more. I may or may not stan Miya Atsumu now but we don’t talk about it (yet)

Warnings: None really! Fluffy and domestic wholesomeness. Post-timeskip.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu starts to stir from his sleep when he hears a loud prolonged groan next to him.

He presses his eyes closed when the lights suddenly turn on. Ugh.

He opens his eyes to see you waddling away to the bathroom with your hand pressed to your stomach. Hmm?

He looks down and sees a relatively large splotch of red staining the sheet. HAH!

Suddenly, Atsumu is very alert.

“Babe what happened! Did you get hurt?”

Mans throws (I mean THROWS) himself out of bed and pulls a pair of shorts on as he stumbles to the bathroom to check on you.

“Baby are you-”

He sees you by the sink, washing your shorts, the water discolored as it runs off.

Ohhhh yeah! You were on your period.

Headass’s mind blanked while in a sleepy haze.

You sigh. “Yeah I’m… fine-ish. I guess.”

He smirks and comes up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist, one hand gently rubbing over your long sleep shirt, right over your lower belly.

He presses a slow kiss into the side of your head and rocks you side to side while you continue to wash.

“Did ya wake up cuz of the pain, babe?”

“Mhm. And I saw the stain then too. Ain’t my luck just great?”

He groggily laughs and presses more kisses along the side of your face and holds you tighter.

“You got this, babe. I’ll bring the sheets here, yeah?”

“Kay.”

This, in its own way, is enough to make you feel… less bad.

You were far from feeling okay at this point, but Atsumu knowing the drill and nonchalantly helping out at 2 am made things feel less apocalyptic than they were in your head..

Atsumu strips the bed of all its sheets, rubbing his eyes as he tries to keep awake.

Handing the sheet to you, he leans against the wall as you washed out the immediate blood stains.

Once you wash it out, he takes it from you.

“Clean yerself up babe.”

He takes the sheets downstairs and throws them into the washing machine.

He goes to the kitchen and grabs a banana and some dark chocolate (because we healthy in this household).

And some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.

And runs back up to find you coming with new sheets in hand.

Putting your snacks down on your bedside table, he helps you pull the fresh sheets over your bed.

Sitting you on the bed, he hands you the food and sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder while you munch.

He gives you the medicine when you’re done.

“30 minutes- not bad. I think that’s our new record.”

He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed, opening his arms as you slide your legs under the comforter.

Snuggling into him, he nuzzles your forehead as he holds you close.

“Feelin better, babe?”

“Yeah… I’ll probably fall asleep in a bit or something.”

“Well, if ya wanna press up against me if that’ll make you feel better, ya can. And wake me up if ya need anything.”

“I will, Atsumu. Thanks.”

“G’nite, sweetheart.”

BONUS: you wake up late the next morning, Atsumu still holding you flush against his body.

Now that you slept well (thanks to the meds and Atsumu) and woke up without pain, you’re suddenly in a very affectionate mood.

Wiggling up, you find your way to Atsumu’s face, giving him a couple of soft pecks to his lips.

He stirs in his sleep, kissing you back.

But even after you had pulled away, he kept kissing at the air, trying to find your lips in his sleepy haze.

It was pretty funny.

He’s a headass, you’re not gonna lie.

But he’s your headass! And that’s all that matters.

Akaashi Keiji

Before even coming home, Akaashi knew you were going to be on your period today.

Your period tracking app was synced to his phone, so he knew when to prepare for your worst days with snacks, supplies, and lots of affection.

He hated how busy he was, that he couldn’t be home to take care of you. So making sure you had everything you needed was the best he could do.

But when Akaashi comes home and can’t find you anywhere, he starts to worry.

Where were you? You would usually always greet him when he came home, even when you were on your period.

He gets his answer when he hears sniffles and hiccups coming underneath the lump of blankets on the couch.

Akaashi knows that if you were ever fully underneath the blankets, there was something really wrong.

Taking his jacket off and throwing it over a chair in the kitchen, he rushes to your side and pulls the blankets delicately off your head.

“What’s wrong, darling.”

“H-hi Keiji. I’m s-sorry I didn’t m-mean to *hic* hide from you I j-just don’t feel too g-good.”

Your breath was so shaky and Akaashi’s heart shattered watching you.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, dear.” Akaashi asks you in a whisper.

“My tummy just hurts so so much and it won’t go away I-” your sobs begin to rack through your whole body.

“Did you take medicine? Heating pad?” He asks gently as he runs his hands through your hair and wipes the tears off your face.

“N-no… I hate taking medicine Keiji you know that. But I took a hot shower and I hoped it would help and it didn’t.” You attempt to stifle your cries to talk coherently, misery wrapping around your soul.

“Alright then, give me a second, darling, and I’ll do whatever I can.”

After changing, Akaashi comes back downstairs to the couch and makes his way over to you.

He pats your head gently, “can you sit up for me?”

He swings his legs up onto the couch and opens his arms and legs so you could place yourself between all his limbs.

Crawling up to him, he turns you so that your back is pressed to his torso.

Immediately, Akaashi’s hands snake around your waist and find their way to two sides of your lower stomach.

His fingers gently message you, moving around to try and find which spots need his attention, all while he coaxes you into being relaxed.

“Shhh darling, you’re okay. I’m here and I’m going to shower you with my love. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay dearest?”

You nuzzle back against his chest, letting his words, touch, warmth, and smell fill all your senses.

“Keiji… how was your day?” You murmur, tilting your head back in an effort to look at him.

He smiles, warmth spreading through his body as he realizes even while in pain, you still want to carry on your daily check-in on him post work.

And so Akaashi tells you all the stories from the day- his new assignment, how panicked he got midday when the office went into crisis, a surprise visit from a certain owl during lunch time.

You listen attentively, but your hands subconsciously move his larger hands to the center of your lower abdomen, where he starts to gently rub, leaving your skin tingly and chest lighter.

“Do you feel better, Y/N?” after sitting in comfortable silence for a little, he decides to ask.

But when he got no response, he cranes his neck to check on you.

You had fallen asleep in his embrace, a sweet smile slowly creeping across your face.

He smiles too, overjoyed to know that he was able to relieve you of some of your pain.

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispers to you, his eyes slowly shutting, arms still on your stomach.

BONUS: at around 2 am, Akaashi wakes up, realizing he was still on the couch.

You, however, were nowhere to be seen.

Getting up, Akaashi heads to the kitchen to grab water, assuming you were already in bed.

Instead, he found you in the kitchen too, the smell of pancakes flooding the space.

“Keiji! We never ate dinner. I’m sorry I made you fall asleep without eating.”

A small smile appears on his face and he rubs his sleepy eyes.

“It’s okay, dear. I’m just glad you could sleep some.”

“Do you want pancakes?”

“I would love some.”

Sugawara Koushi

Like Akaashi, Suga knew what was about to happen when he got a phone call from you as soon as he was leaving school.

Regardless, hearing you sniffle over the phone activates every protective instinct in his body.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Koushi, do you love me?”

A dumb question, obviously. Suga showered you with affection and endless praise on a daily basis for you simply just breathing. The most supportive of boyfriends!

But alas, insecurity still creeps up at times. And Suga gets it.

“I love you more than anything else, Y/N.”

“Can you come home, Koushi? I miss you.”

“I’m on my way, love. Give me 10 extra minutes, okay?”

Suga hopped into his car to head home, stopping by the store to pick up a few things.

He grabbed a pint of your favorite ice cream, your favorite chips (because do you want sweet or savory today? Only time will tell), and some flowers before heading home.

The moment he steps through the door, you throw your hands around him and groan out of frustration, pain, and just general dejectedness (don’t @ me for projecting I swear).

Suga smiles down at you, knowing that he can bring you some peace, and pulls you against him, flowers and bag still in hand.

“Let me go change, my love. These are for you.”

Your generally miserable disposition shifts as your nose is filled with the aroma of fresh flowers. Sweet and gentle scents always managed to lift your spirits, and Suga knew that.

“Mkay.”

Once Suga came downstairs, he headed to the kitchen to warm up some water to pour into a water bottle.

“Sweet or salty?”

“Salty.”

He grabs the warm water bottle and the bag of chips and makes his way over the couch where your eyes were begging him to shower you in love (which he was more than happy to do).

Sitting down and opening his arms, you pull yourself against his side, hugging him tightly and nuzzling against his chest.

He rubs your head before sliding his hand down, soothingly rubbing circles onto your back.

His other hand goes to place the warm water bottle on your lower abdomen, which you hold in place by pulling your legs up to your torso.

“Koushi, why do you love me?” You murmur against him. “I’m so whiny and clingy and annoying and insecure and you’re perfect… you deserve the best. You shouldn’t have to put up with someone like me-”

“Hey.” Suga gently but sternly cuts you off.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, and I don’t appreciate you talking about her like that.” He looks down at you and melts as he sees your puppy dog eyes staring back up at him.

“Koushi, I’m not wrong though. I am all those things.”

“And? I love you for it. I love that you whine for me and cling to me- it makes me feel wanted. I wouldn’t call you annoying, that's not your call to make. And insecure? That’s natural, my love. Everyone's a little insecure. I’m a little insecure. You’re not perfect and neither am I. And that’s okay. I don’t wanna love perfect. I want to love you and only you, okay?”

Tears prick your eyes but you feel better with Suga’s words of reaffirmation. He’ll tell you no matter how many times you need to hear it. “Thank you Koushi, I love you so much.”

“Shh, my love. Don’t cry. I love you, too.”

His grasp on you tightens as you relax against him, your breathing synchronizing.

“You wanna watch some TV?”

“Yes please.”

“Chips?”

“Mhm.”

Single word exchanges and the warmth of Suga’s sweater keep you connected as you allow yourself to forget your physical and mental pains.

Suga always knew exactly what you needed to hear, and never hesitated to tell you. No matter how ‘out of the blue’ or random it may have felt, he was always there for when you needed him.

BONUS: you guys settle on watching a romance movie, Suga feeding you chips while popping some into his own mouth as well.

But once the movie got to the really sad part, you started crying (sometimes movies just made you cry, but hormones made it so much worse).

“Baby, don’t cry, it’s just a movie.”

“But Koushi, you’re crying too!”

In honesty, Suga’s face was very tear-streaked as well, his sniffles hushed.

“Okay fine, we can both cry together.”

And so you did! Both of you cried, emotions fully invested in the movie, chips still being munched on while sobs shook your bodies.

It would have been a goofy sight to any onlookers, but it was the pinnacle of your relationship- emotionally vulnerable, intimate, and domestic. True perfection, if you were to ask me.

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dakotafoster · 4 years

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ραιяιиg : katsuki bakugou x g/n reader

ɢɛռʀɛ: fluff ♡ crack humor

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: a bit steamy

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : When your boyfriend comes home intoxicated, he shows you a side of him that is reserved for only you. ✰

This will be my first one-shot on this blog, so please any constructive criticism will be really helpful! Hope you all enjoy. ッ

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It was a chilly starry night. Japan from the balcony window had never looked so serene until now. The bright stars that dotted the dark velvet sky, giving the gloomy canvas a little bit of life--of light. It was somber yet luminous, they drew the lights of heaven and gave the citizens of below a meager taste of something so divine and sublime, a measly fragment of the beauty we long to see in ourselves and the world around it. It was magnificent.

A heavy knock interrupted your attention on the black before you, muffled whispers and giggles could be heard from the opposite side of the chestnut door. As you lifted yourself from the glass railing you took a brief gander at the clock sitting on the desk beside your TV. It read 2:43 a.m.

Wrapping a small nearby cardigan around your frame and rubbed your eyes of sleep before making a beeline toward the door, the muffled voices becoming clearer as your got closer.

“Dammit Bakugou, quit messing around and give me your keys!”

“Gotta find it in my ass first shitty hair!”

Swinging the door open your (e/c) optics landed upon a frustrated Kirishima who was wrestling a very drunk Bakugou for a silvery white ring of keys right outside your flat doorstep. Bakugou seemed to be having an absolute blast, giggling like a little school girl as he evaded Kirishima’s attempts to swipe the item from his grip, and Kiri was having none of it. They both seemed rather oblivious to your presence and persisted to look like complete idiots in the halls of the complex.

“Both of you stop it before you wake up the neighbors!”

Your harsh tone is what finally received their attention, gazing timidly at you with wide eyes frozen. In one last attempt to get a rise out of Kirishima, Bakugou swiped his palm brutally on the back of his friends head, his head flung forward rough smack and a grunt, mumbling something about Katsuki being a dick. You heaved out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, his face sheen with a thick layer of sweat and a radiant red flush adorned his cheeks and across his nose. His eyes still the blazing crimson you had come to adore so much puffy and irritated.

“Sorry ‘bout this (y/n)... I didn’t mean to wake ya but Bakugou has had too much to be alone right now, and I still have to take care of Kaminari so...”

Kirishima timidly began to caress the back of his spiky locks, giving you a sheepish grin and gave a quick glance at the blonde next to him who was struggling to keep himself from tumbling forward. Too exhausted to even argue, you simply waved Kirishima off and moved to grab hold of your intoxicated boyfriend. The strong aroma of what was seemingly Fireball mixed with rum made your nostrils flare in distaste, far from his usual caramel scent.

“It’s fine Kiri. Just get home safe ‘kay?”

“Yeah, have a goodnight (y/n)”

You slammed the door behind with a swing of your foot, you then proceeded to lead Katsuki into your bedroom with an arm wrapped around his bulky torso to keep him straight. He stumbled over his feet a couple times along the way there, leaning on you for support so he didn’t face plant or dive to the floorboards in any way. He was mumbling incoherently to himself, slumping against your shoulder which led to his breath brushing up against the side of your face and into your ear, the hot sensation produced a shiver down your spine. Katsuki interpreted this rather well, because he immediately attached himself to your neck and pressed soft, open-mouthed kissed to your soft spot. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy even if he couldn’t even fucking walk straight.

“I need you babygirl.”

“Not tonight ‘Suki, maybe tomorrow.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his searing hot lips against your pulse, his wet tongue slipping out everyone and then teasingly. You hummed softly and weakly cupped his scalding cheek to pull him from your nape, cursing whatever deity that made him so goddamn tempting.

“C’mon lets get you ready for bed hun.”

“Mmm... Babe...”

He groaned lowly as you sat him down at the foot of your bed, his large frame slouching over his knees. Crouching down you gripped his ankle and raised his seemingly massive leg into your lap, silently untying his shoes whilst feeling his vivid gaze burning holes into your skull. Placing his shoes to the side you began to fumble with his belt to get rid of his ebony jeans. Amid doing so, Katsuki had graced with a lazy smirk and casually reached his generous hands to your head, running his fingers through your (h/c) strands.

“Hell yeah, this is what I like to see baby.”

Fuck. The way the words fell from those lips made you utterly weak. Your face felt like it was on fire with how carnal his gaze was, you were sure you looked like a fish out of water with the shock and overwhelming arousment you were feeling. Nevertheless, it was short lived when Bakugou dropped onto the bed and burst into a fit of laughter and giggles just by your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle with a twitch of your brow, you gave a quick smack to his thigh and tiredly tugged at his jeans once he had calmed down. His endless taunting was never so apparent until now and frankly, it was debilitating and instigating all at once.

“Stay here. Please don’t try and get up, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Yeah.. Sure.”

He released a small giggle and his head rolled to his left shoulder, laying tired on his back upon your white duvet. You rose from your spot on the floor and exited the bedroom to get him a glass of water and some ibuprofen to somewhat relieve his hang over. You didnt think you’d return to find a very naked and very erect Katsuki laying splayed out across the bed, the remainder of his clothes discarded on the side of the bed and his arms crossed behind the back of his head, his sculpted six-pack presented to you in such a way it made you drool like a fucking dog.. And the same arrogant smirk he’d been adorning for entirety of his stay among your apartment, the same enticing glimmer in his optics.

“Oh my god Katsu! What the fuck?!”

You shrieked, averting your eyes to your feet and stumbled around to find his boxers or at least something to conceal his manhood. Bakugou cackled our in delight before he was met with his boxers on his face, picking up on a faint grumble and your feet stomping toward the nightstand next to him.

“Put on your damn boxers Bakugou! I’m too fuckin tired for this shit..” You hissed at your dopey, idiotic boyfriend as he just began to fumble with the garment and mishandle them up each leg, snickering throughout the whole process. “Okay okay... No need to yell. So much for trying to serve it to you like a Hot ‘n Ready Hotpocket.”

You’ve never laughed so hard in your damn laugh at that. He grinned at your shaking form, watching intently as you struggled to breath through each laugh and chuckle, snorts coming out every few seconds. God, you hated him and loved him simultaneously for doing this to you. You wanted to give in to his desire because Jesus the sex was with him was down right unbelievable. Man, did this hunk of a man know how to pleasure a woman and fuck was he exceptional at doing so. Although, at the same time you were tempted to knock his ass into sleep. Either way you couldn’t officially decide. After several moments you composed yourself, taking deep breaths as you made your way into your restroom. You managed to stifle a few chortles in the process of grabbing a rag and moistened it with lukewarm water from your sink, then returned thankful you hadn’t walked in on another naked Bakugou. Making your way around the king sized mattress you were pleased to find he had already taken the ibuprofen and the water both absent.

“Let me clean your face baby. It’s all sweaty and sticky.”

You mumbled out drowsily, sitting down beside Katsuki and tilting his chin up to face you and nimbly wipe his face clean. You looked up at him to make sure we wasn’t falling asleep and you froze, your heart erupted at the sight you were provided with. Katsuki’s face was free of his usual scowl, instead his eyebrows were relaxed, tilted upward and his lips in a small, soft smile. Those dazzling vermilion eyes staring into you, glistening with so much adoration and passion for you. You choked, mesmerized with how calm and serene he looked. The next words to tumble from his lips could’ve sent you melting onto the floor like wax.

“I am really really... Really in love with you (y/n).”

You believed every single word. You never even questioned it for a second in that moment. Really because you had no reason to discredit his love for you, he was a genuine man with a sharp and palpable tongue 24/7. You both were aware of that, and you didn’t complain. It was nice to have him so honest with you, and yes sometimes he wasn’t always nice with the way he expressed such honesty you had grown accustomed to it. Which is why you had been so shocked to see the brash and usually loud brute suddenly become so hushed and tender.

“I mean it princess. I love you so fuckin’ much. I know I don’t really show you how much I do like normal shitty couples, and i’m really fucking sorry for that but I love you with everything I got babe.. I know how much I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.. But.. I promise I’ll never stop lovin’ you, and I’ll show you every damn day just to fucking prove it. M’kay? Your fucking stuck with me until you’re too damn old to even try and fight me on it. I’m so happy I met you and I’m terrified at the same, ‘cause fuck babe I never knew I wanted love until now, until you. I never saw the fuckin’ point. So please jus.. Fuckin’ stay and be in love with me too.”

He refused to give you a chance to reply before he gingerly took your face into his hands and brought his lips to yours. The world fell away as you felt his soft, chapped lips against your own. The kiss with just as delicate as his words and touch, moving smoothly and overwhelming emotion. You immediately raised your hands to weave together behind his neck, pulling him in gently to deepen the kiss. In response to this, Katsuki rolled his tongue across your bottom lip in a silent request for an entrance. You whimpered, opening your mouth as his tongue began to explore your wet cavern, faintly tasting the alcoholic beverages from just hours before. His thumbs swiping tenderly across your cheekbones and your fingertips tangled themselves around his strong neck.

It wasn’t rushed or rough in any way, not like the many nights were he would intend on fucking you senseless, this is when he would truly let himself be vulnerable. Moments like these when he was so damn soft and loving toward you, and only you.

The kiss lasted for what felt like only a minute when in reality lasted 15 minutes. He left you seeking for more. Heaving for breath at the mere intensity of the make-out, resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing against each other gently. You both stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other’s loving glow with stupid grins across your lips. You took your time taking in this hidden side of your boyfriend, loving each second of it while you still could before he would return to his sullen self. You reveled in every moment you lost yourself in his soft caress, were it was nobody but the two of you acting almost as one. In which you could feel close to him away from intercourse and instead with sensual kisses and grazes. Nonetheless, he was certainly the half that made you whole.

“I’m in love with you too Katsu’.”

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