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Hi! I have a request but its totally fine if you dont have the time to do it :]] im going to be requesting a Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!reader wherein Sakusa and reader have this complicated no label thing going on. Reader really likes them but Sakusa's still very much in love with his ex. Reader's aware of this but still wants to be with him 🥲🥲🥲(like maybe he's avoiding doinh certain things because it reminds him of his ex or he mistakens reader for his ex and what his ex likes) After some time, maybe reader gets tired of this but its only when Sakusa realizes that he's in love with reader and wants them to stay :((( Fluffy ending pls 🥺🥲 + I love all of ur works and how u turn requests into amazing stories

you never called it what it was

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW; slightly suggestive

a/n: hiiiii anon!!!! I loved this request. I don't know why I love writing Sakusa angst so much, honestly 🤣 our poor boy. I will have to apologize tho, I PROMISE YOU'LL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING FOR THIS ONE 🥺 It's just that for the sake of the story, I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to reconciliation, and so I decided to make this into two parts. I really really really hope you dont mind 🥺✨ and I hope you enjoy this. Always let me know! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORDS THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME ❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Part I - Part II

You wake up on Kiyoomi's bed after a long night of sex, and you can't remember where your bra is, but the imprints on your hips are enough reminder of what truly happened during the night.

And you really don't need your bra anyway.

"I hope you understand that this doesn't means anything" he tells you, when you're about to leave his flat. He called you a taxi, made you breakfast, and even engaged in small talk with you, while you munched on your toasts and drunk your coffee. But that's as far as his niceness goes, and you're actually thankful for the warning.

"I get that" you say with a smile, and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "It was fun, that's all"

Kiyoomi nods, and watches as you climb into the car and disappear down the road, before going back to his apartment.

Jokes on you, because you didn't get shit.

You always had a penchant for running late. You were never on time for school, or dates, or anything before, really. In a more poetical way, you feel that that also applies for your relationship with Kiyoomi Sakusa. You had a crush on him for your three high school years, and only got the courage to confess when he got himself a girlfriend, starting college.

Late, always late.

You knew about the breakup, from a mutual friend. Nasty thing, with nasty accusations and petty fights that left Kiyoomi broken and lonely. More than before. Meeting him in the club was a coincidence, at least you could say that in your favor. Calling him a couple of days later to hang out, wasn't.

"This is your phone number, right?" he asks you one night, after another round of sex. You're sitting against the headboard, scrolling through Pinterest, when he sudenly shows you the screen of his phone. You're face to face with all the times you've called him.

"Ahm... yeah? You don't have me on your phone?"

"I'm going to put you on my contact list now" he explains, as if it's only normal that he does it now, after you've been having sex for a few weeks.

You watch him type your name above your number. Nothing more, nothing less. And then you get to see his favorite contacts, right before he can turn off the screen. A pet name that can only belong to his ex is at the top.

You try not to think too much about it.

But you do anyway.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" you friend asks you, worry evident on her face "A halfassed relationship with a man that still loves someone else?"

"I don't want anything" you roll your eyes, and take another sip of your coffee. Weekly reunions to catch up with your best friend are great, until she starts to actually try to give you advice. You're bad with advice "Didn't you heard me? We're keeping it casual"

"Casual" your friend repeats, unimpressed.

You nod "Yeah. Having fun. No strings attached"

"No strings attached with your high school crush? I don't know, it sounds like you've been attached from way before he even knew your name"

"That was before" you whine "I'm a grown up now. I know what I'm doing"

"I'm just warning you" you friend shrugs "Komori told me that they had a nasty breakup, and that Sakusa's still not over her. Just... watch out"

"I will, seriously. Don't worry"

You don't.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" you say, just because Kiyoomi looks as if he's been struck by lighting. You swallow around nothing and take another bite of your food, chewing thoughtfully and trying to make the tension go away "I was just curious, that's all"

"We had a... bad breakup" Kiyoomi finally answers, still looking down at his food.

It's the first time you two are having the most similar thing to a date, and you chose to ask him about his ex.

Of course.

"Yeah, I've heard. I'm sorry"

"It's in the past"

"Is it?"

When he looks up at you, his eyes seem like they're glowing. "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"It's nothing"

It's everything.

You remember why you used to like him so much one fateful winter day, when he falls asleep in your lap. You're both watching some silly Christmas movie that neither of you particularly likes, and he's so tired from practice that he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he's out like a light.

It's the softness in his expression, the way his eyelids flutter close, with his long lashes almost touching his cheeks. The curly hair, falling messily on his forehead. The soft Sakusa Kiyoomi, that you saw sitting down alone on a bench, the first day of school, waiting patiently for the gym to open. You took a liking to his most vulnerable side, and then the rest came easily.

You've been seeing each other for a while now, and you know you're not his girlfriend. You don't even have to ask. You go on dates, have sex, hang out on his appartment— but he still has his ex under that silly nickname on his phone, and there's a picture of her on the counter. A selfie she took, with Kiyoomi smiling softly on the background.

He calls her name softly, after you stand up and lay his head on the couch, just to get a much closer look of the photo you've never actually cared for before.

"It's just me" you say out loud, because deep down you want him to feel ashamed for calling you another's woman name.

If he regrets it, he doesn't shows it. He looks at you with sleepy eyes and becomes you to join him on the couch again. You purposely place the frame upside down.

"Oh, you're not coming" you say to Kiyoomi, while fixing your hair and checking to see if your makeup it's still in place. His apartment is closer to the party your friend's are throwing, and so you decided to change and get ready there.

It's been six months of this. You think it's fine.

Kiyoomi looks up with a start, and frowns when you turn around to ask him what's wrong.

"I thought you would want me to come with you"

"I know you don't like parties. So no"

He still looks incredibly surprised, and folds his arms over his chest when you sit beside him to put your shoes on "Are you sure?"

"Do you want to come?"

He doesn't hesitates "No"

"Then that's it. I wouldn't want to force you to do something you don't like"

You finish up with your heels to find him staring at you odly. There's something swimming in the dark of his eyes, that makes you simultaneously want to kiss him and step away from him. You do neither, staying frozen in place under his gaze.

"I'm not very... used to that" he finally whispers.

You purse your lips and stand up with a huff.

Of course he's not.

"I'm not your ex, Kiyoomi"

"I know that" he says, and you don't find any bite in his voice. It's still soft, and almost unsure, and you can't resist looking back. He's watching his hands intently. "I know that"

You really wish he did

"She called me" he tells you during dinner. You're both at your appartment, because apparently that's something you do now.

You know who 'she' is without having to ask.

"Oh?"

"Said she's in town, and wants to stop by to get some things she left behind at my place"

"I see"

"So I don't think we can see each other this Saturday"

You drink your wine in one go. Kiyoomi watches you nod out of the corner of his eye, before you go back to the meal you prepared specifically for him. He thought you didn't knew how to cook. He was wrong, of course. She was the one that didn't knew how to.

Just a simple confusion, really.

"It's alright" you lie.

"I think I'm in love with him" you say to your friend on the phone, and then pause, waiting for her to talk. When she doesn't, you press on, fed up with yourself, with her, with Kiyoomi and with the world "Aren't you going to say I told you so?"

"I know" it's what she says "I'm sorry"

You nod, even tho she can't see you, and cry yourself to sleep.

You call him on Friday, to tell him that you want to show him a special place. He's slightly reluctant, but agrees to go with you anyway. It's been getting easier, to go out and go to different places together. You think about that during the ride, while Kiyoomi silently looks out the window. It's been a year since you started whatever you have. From only hanging out in his appartament to slowly starting going places, you've come a long way. If only...

"Why are we here?" Kiyoomi asks, closing the car door behind him.

You breathe in, smile, and take off your shoes. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I used to come here a lot. When we lived nearby"

"You used to live around here?"

You nod, and make your way to the ocean. You're not sure if Kiyoomi will follow, but you flop down on the sand either way, bringing your knees to your chest. The sun is slowly setting down, and while the sky turns every shade of red, you can only think about how you really, really wish this could have worked.

You're a bit surprised when he comes to stand beside you— still wearing his shoes, of course.

"When I was feeling down, or too stressed out, my mom drove me here to watch the sunset. She wanted me to know that as sure as the sun would always come out the next day, things would also get better" you can't see what expresion Kiyomi is making, since half of his face is covered by a mask, but at least his eyes are trained on you. "Since we won't be seeing each other tomorrow" you add, trying hard not to sound too bitter about it "And you'll be leaving early on Sunday morning to your game, I wanted to bring you here today. I know your Sunday match against the Addlers is an important one and... well, I know you're stressed" you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, half expecting for him to scoff and tell you he's fine. He doesn't. He's still looking at you with that same intensity that makes you look back at the sea, embarrased "And I thought maybe here, you could find a bit of peace. As I used to, when I was younger" you laugh, gently rubbing your arms against the chilly air "Of course, I was only a dumb kid back when my mother used to bring me here, and you have real adult life problems. But still. This is like my place and... yeah"

You feel his jacket over your shoulders before you have a chance to look up and find him leaning over you. He's not wearing his mask anymore.

"I don't think I have a place" he tells you softly.

You wish he just sat down beside you, but you know that's just too much to ask. "No?"

"I just never thought about it"

"I get that, yeah"

When the last ray of sun dies in the horizon, you stand up and dust your pants. Kiyoomi grabs your hand as you're walking back to the car.

"We'll see each other after the game"

You don't check your phone until late at night that Saturday. He had sent you a text around 5 p.m, asking how was your day.

You don't answer.

You recognize the scarf on the back of the couch. His ex was wearing it in that picture you turned upside down one day, when you still didn't knew how strong your feelings were. Your first thought it's that it makes sense she still has the same one, since it's so hard to buy winter clothes.

It's called intrusive thoughts. You fixate on small, insignificant details when you're nervous, to avoid thinking about the bigger picture.

The bigger picture being that the ex of your non-boyfriend/not just a friend Sakusa Kiyoomi is still there, and that she probably went to his game, after spending the weekend together.

It's what arriving unannounced gets you.

It's what entering a mockup of a relationship with a man that it's clearly not over his ex gets you.

Your mom used to tell you that contrary to popular belief, we take the biggest decisions in our life without much thinking, without much planning. Epiphanies just happen.

You turn around, leave the door open behind you, and calmly walk down the stairs.

You even put some music on your way home, rolling down the windows to feel the fresh air of night.

When you get to your place, you have one missed call from him.

You turn off the radio, stare at the screen for twenty seconds that feel like a last time, and text back.

You block his number, and then burst into tears.

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gethsemane | 3

twolovesswords, 2022 | bakugou x reader | wc: 1.8k

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tw: vague mentions of drug use, political discourse

You’re getting ready to head out for a typical night, pulling on some tennis shoes and shoving a black beanie over your head, when Katsuki makes an unexpected appearance.

You’re awake pretty early. The sun is just beginning to rise when you crack your eyelids open. You’re still wrapped up in Katsuki’s sweater and buried underneath his sheets.

You lazily stretch out your arm and run your fingers over the comforter laid neatly over the empty space in the bed beside you. If you close your eyes, you can nearly imagine what it would be like to have him there - quiet breaths in and out, hair a mess, expression soft for once in his life.

Daylight filters in through the windows and you can finally see your surroundings now. Characteristically neat and organized, his bedroom is dark and masculine. You climb out of the bed and enter the ensuite bathroom, making sure you don’t look disheveled before you see him again.

You quietly step into the hallway and close the door softly behind you. You can already hear Katsuki rummaging around in another area of the apartment, and you find him sitting on the ground in the living room, surrounded by tools and with one of his gauntlets in his lap.

“Morning,” you call out.

“So,” he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes, “You were saying something about independent work?”

–

The first few weeks of vigilante work are difficult and even a little awkward. Katsuki and you both used to thrive off of the organization that came with being employed at a well-established agency.

Of course, it comes with restrictions, too.

It doesn’t take long for the press to catch on to the fact that you’re working again, despite no official statements from any of the known hero agencies. News vans are even quicker to show up at crime scenes now, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and Katsuki. They never do - you have to be quickand stealthy so that you're gone by the time the police arrive. This, too, is an adjustment for him. Nothing about Katsuki or his quirk is inconspicuous.

Your patrols lead you further into the outskirts of the city, down dark alleyways and into large industrial zones that most heroes tend to avoid - lower visibility in front of civilians leads to decreased popularity scores, after all. It’s a good thing that you’re not wearing your hero costumes, opting instead for something black and athletic - civilians in the seedier areas aren’t used to seeing heroes, and you’re often mistaken for villains when you show up at a crime in progress.

Your partnership is relatively unaffected, but you do get into one argument.

"I'm not doing it, Katsuki."

His mouth is a thin line as he gives you a hard stare from where he's sitting. You're on a rooftop, several stories above the man in the alleyway below you who's currently fixing a tourniquet around his arm.

"He needs help," Katsuki replies.

"And you think he's going to get it in prison?"

"He's breaking the law!"

"And the law isn't always in the best interest of these people!"

Silence.

He looks away from you, annoyed.

"I just… there has to be a better solution," you add, quietly.

Katsuki stands up and walks off the edge of the building, using his quirk to slow down the speed of his fall until he's on the ground next to the man. You watch them interact for a minute or so, then you follow Katsuki, using your forcefield quirk to soften the blow when you hit the ground.

"C'mon," Katsuki says to the man, reaching out his hand to help him up.

After a few moments of uncertainty, he takes it and stands up next to both of you.

Katsuki turns to you. "There's a heroin clinic just a few streets over. We're taking him there."

You nod, relieved.

The man's name is Kenji. He has two kids, although he hasn't been able to see them in a while. His favorite food is anpan, and on your walk you happen to pass a convenience store selling some so you buy three to share.

You drop him off at the heroin clinic and Katsuki spends some time talking to the nurses at reception while you wait outside.

"He'll be transferred to a rehab facility tomorrow," Katsuki says when he returns to you. "I paid for his program, but I can't do that for every-"

You hug him so tightly he thinks he might suffocate.

Besides tending to wounds or playful punches to the arm, this is the closest you've been to him in the entire time you've known him.

Katsuki pulls you in, and he's gentle, resting one hand on the small of your back and the other on the back of your head.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"We can't save everyone this way," he says, turning his head slightly so you can feel his breath near your ear.

You finally release him. "But we helped Kenji."

He smiles softly, just one corner of his mouth turning up. "Yeah," he says, ruffling your hair, "we helped Kenji."

The next day, a bill is introduced to the House of Representatives that criminalizes vigilante hero work.

–

You’re getting ready to head out for a typical night, pulling on some tennis shoes and shoving a black beanie over your head, when Katsuki makes an unexpected appearance.

Unexpected in that you’d planned to meet him on a street corner, and in that he’s boosted himself up on the balcony of your apartment rather than coming through the front door. He’s panting, his heavy breaths fogging up the glass of your sliding door. You squint at him through the glass, and he gives you an exasperated gesture to let him inside.

“What are you doing?” you hiss at him as he steps into your living room.

“Shut up,” he grunts. He looks behind him, as if to ensure he wasn’t followed. When he’s satisfied, he grabs you around the shoulders and explains, “There’s a warrant out for us.” You notice a bruise forming on his right browbone.

Your brows knit together. “I don’t understand.”

“We have to go.” Katsuki stares at you, his expression hard, eyes boring into you as if to silently communicate the gravity of the situation.

“I need you to explain,” you reply. Katsuki’s never been in a state like this - he’s either always stoic or angry. Never worried. Never scared.

“Goddamnit, woman–” he pulls out his phone and shows you the latest headline.

The bill passed, with enthusiastic support from the Endeavor agency.

"This isn't about the safety of the people, it's about us," Katsuki says, "It's a campaign against us."

You swallow.

He says your name, voice dark and gruff.

"Okay," you finally respond.

He grabs your wrist and launches you both off of your balcony and into the night. A hand wrapped around your waist keeps you steady against him.

You end up at a bar on the other side of town, a place neither of you have ever been. It's a little crowded, just enough to disguise the both of you from plain view.

Katsuki sits at the bar and orders you both a beer, which you clink together in a bitter toast.

"There's something else I haven't told you yet." Katsuki pulls out his phone, which he's switched to airplane mode, and swipes through some saved texts until he finds what he's looking for: pictures of the report the Endeavor agency submitted on the Nakamura case.

You thumb through the pictures and scan over the report.

Endeavor left so much out. The severity of the injuries and disfigurement caused by Nakamura's quirk experiments was played down. No witness statements from the cleaning staff.

In fact, they were being implicated in the crime as well.

"He's not just trying to stop us from doing hero work," Katsuki says.

You nod, finally in understanding with him.

"He's trying to silence us.”

Suddenly the smell of cigarettes invades your space and an arm drapes over your shoulder. “What do we have here?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Katsuki sets his jaw. “What the fuck do you want?”

Dabi has his other arm around Katsuki’s shoulder, and he pulls him in, an annoyingly sly grin on his face. “Just wonderin’ what my two favorite Pro-Heroes are doin’ in my neck of the woods.”

You shrug his arm off.

“Oh, but you guys aren’t Pros anymore, are ya?” He jerks his head upward towards the TVs mounted on the wall behind the bar.

Your blood runs cold. It’s Katsuki’s face. And your face. Plastered across the 6 o’clock news.

“Rewards are available for information leading to their capture.”

As if it wasn’t bad enough that you both used to be public figures - now even those who don’t pay attention to hero-related news would know what you look like and that there’s a seemingly righteous bounty on your head, and it might as well have been placed there by the Number One himself.

You grab your purse, make a move to leave, but then Dabi’s hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, and your skin gets uncomfortably hot as he activates his quirk.

“Hurt her and you’re dead, asshole,” Katsuki growls, sparks emitting from his closed fists, “I’ll make sure there’s nothin’ left of you.”

“Relax,” Dabi drawls, “I just wanna talk. Thought we might be able to help each other out.”

“Save it,” you snarl, and his hand gets warmer on the back of your neck.

“We will give you a place to lay low,” he looks at you pointedly, ice-blue eyes considering you with lazy amusement, “and you will help us take down Endeavor.”

You lean forward to look past Dabi so that you can see Katsuki, who’s gripping the back of his barstool so tightly that the color has drained from his knuckles.

It’s tempting. You don’t know what kind of information the LOV has on Endeavor, and you also need a place to stay that won’t be traceable through things like credit cards or guest registries. But to enter into an agreement with an enemy you’ve been after for years…?

You could turn him in, once you figure out your situation. At the least, you’d have good intel on the LOV.

The bartender stops in front of the three of you. “You havin’ anything?” he asks Dabi. He orders a whiskey neat.

“You can follow me out that door or you can stay here like sitting ducks,” Dabi says under his breath once the bartender places his glass down and leaves. He throws back the drink and finally releases you so he can saunter out the thick wooden doors of the bar.

Katsuki groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You look at each other for a few seconds, coming to a silent agreement. You leave some cash on the bar counter (including enough to cover Dabi’s, since he left without paying) and hurry out of the bar behind one of the most wanted men in Japan.

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gethsemane | two

twolovesswords, 2022 | bakugou x reader | wc: 1.9k

tw: discourse, alcohol consumption

Then you see his face on the screen, microphones shoved in his face as he exits the police station. Katsuki grimaces, grabs the remote from you to change the channel. “Don’t wanna hear his fucking voice,” he growls.

Twitter explodes when the news leaks that you and Bakugou have tendered your resignations to the Endeavor Agency. You can't go anywhere without cameras being shoved in your face so eventually you stop going anywhere at all.

Recruiters from other agencies call every few days to follow up on their offers, which lay in a neat stack on your dining table.

It's the first time you've had a long break from hero work since you started working for Endeavor. You feel idle, and you can't watch the news in fear of seeing a headline pertaining to a mission you could have helped out with.

Bakugou's feeling antsy too; you can tell because he's been texting you more than usual.

Did you get an offer from Mirko?

Found a new pastry competition on TV.

Still can't sleep.

It’s nice, having someone to go through this with you. But a knot of anxiety forms in your chest every time he texts you. Your stomach flips when you get the text notifications from him. Feelings you’ve kept locked deep beneath the cage of your ribs are bubbling up to the surface now that you don’t have hero work to distract you. And even if there was actually a chance in hell he would feel the same way, you can’t bear to risk his friendship.

So you’re not sure how to respond when you get the text that says Come over.

He wants to compare offers and discuss next steps. Strictly professional. I’ll get a car for ya, he says.

So you go.

This is the first time you’ve ever been to his apartment, even after three years of working side by side. You don’t know much about him outside of his hero work and his affinity for the Food Network, honestly.

The driver walks with you into the building while the paps hound you for answers on your recent departure from the agency. You stare straight ahead, trying to keep your expression blank.

You thank the driver, tip him generously for making sure you made it all the way to the elevator without being followed. The bellhop takes your name, then presses the button for the 20th floor. You hold on tightly to the straps of your backpack as the elevator shoots up.

You find his apartment with ease, and as you knock on the door you swallow thickly, hoping to force your growing crush down so you can’t feel it anymore. When he answers the door he’s in a loose fitting shirt and joggers, and goddamnit, he still looks good. Reflexively, your gaze snaps to the floor, where you notice his footwear.

“Chargebolt slippers?” you tease.

He looks down at his feet. “Shut up,” he says, but he’s got a half-smile while he rolls his eyes. “C’mon.”

It’s nice to see him. He was your everyday at the Endeavor Agency; now he’s only a part of your life in the form of texts. You could almost hug him, but the thought leaves you flustered.

Bakugou waves you inside, and you follow behind him. His apartment is clean, minimalist. It smells musky. You can see past his living room out to a balcony, featuring a breathtaking view of the city.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks,” he laughs, “but it’s just a temporary situation. I rented this place because the paps wouldn’t stop bothering me at my real house. Looks like they followed you here, though.”

“Oh,” you say, deflated, “Sorry.”

His dining room table is scattered with papers. Offers from agencies, notes written in the margins in his own blocky handwriting, are sorted into little piles. A mug of tea is still steeping next to them. You sit down across from his chair and start unpacking your things while he pads into the kitchen.

“Coffee?”

You blink. “You don’t drink coffee, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, well…” he reappears with a mug in hand, “I ordered you some. It got a cold so I had to reheat it in this,” he gestures to the mug and sets it down in front of you, “but it’s your usual order from that place by the agency.”

“Wow… thank you," you smile as you wrap your fingers around the mug. You take a sip and suddenly things almost feel normal again; you're sitting across from your partner, favorite coffee in hand.

The day passes by quickly. Most of it is spent reviewing compensation packages and agency information. Lunch is from the noodle place down the street, and you feel bad when the delivery driver is heckled by the reporters and paparazzi outside.

"Is that a Mt. Agency offer?" he asks you while sipping on his broth.

"Yeah - didn't you get one?"

"Nah, I don't think I'm really their style," he smirks. "Are you gonna take it?"

"No - look at these costume redesigns they want me to do."

Bakugou takes the paper from your hands and his eyebrows shoot up at the lack of fabric in the mock up of the design. His eyes flick towards you and suddenly you feel like the drawing he has in his hand; exposed.

“Good,” he says while passing the paper back towards you, “can’t have some other shitty hero as my partner anyways.”

You smile and tuck the Mt. Agency offer in your No pile, which grows taller over the next few hours. Media appearance requirements, non-compete agreements, and other hero-ranking stipulations leave you disillusioned.

It’s hard to tell if it’s you or hero society that’s changed more since you started working professionally. Maybe you romanticized it too much as a student at UA and the reality of working as a Pro-Hero was much bleaker than you’d anticipated. Maybe it really is worse than it was before; the grip of money and politics slowly choking out pure-hearted drive and ambition. Now every dollar sign and morality clause in the offers on the table makes you wince.

“I just want to help people,” you mumble, leaning back in your chair.

Bakugou lays down the papers in his hand. “Let’s take a break,” he says.

You stand up and stretch, then walk towards the window by the balcony. The sun is inching below the horizon and a few stars poke through the dark sky. When you glance down you can still see a few dedicated photographers waiting by the entrance of the building. Now without the sun warming your back through the window, it’s cold in Bakugou’s apartment and goosebumps litter your exposed arms, which are now folded tightly across your chest.

“Here,” his gravelly voice appears behind you so suddenly that you flinch. He’s standing behind you, arm outstretched, holding a sweatshirt. You look at it dumbly. “You’ve been rubbing your arms for like the last hour, dumbass.”

“Oh… I have?” you take the sweatshirt and pull it on. It’s soft, warm. Smells like him.

He grabs his remote and throws on some baking competition. “You staying for dinner?” He says it so casually, like you do this all the time.

“Um, I mean I don’t want to impose, Bakugou.”

“You can call me Katsuki, y’know,” he says as he disappears into the kitchen, “and it’s fine. Unless you’d rather deal with those assholes downstairs.”

You would not rather deal with the paparazzi - especially the most dedicated of them - still loitering 20 stories below.

“What are we having?” you ask, settling down on the couch. You hear a faint pop and then he’s back, two wine glasses in hand.

“Gonna make some curry rice.” He gives both glasses a generous pour of some expensive looking red.

“Cheers,” you say..

He clinks his glass with yours. “Cheers.”

You take a long drink from the glass and keep it in your hand while you watch TV. Katsuki starts on the curry. When you’re done with your first glass, you pour yourself a second, becoming engrossed in the final round of the competition on the screen. Honestly, it’s the most peaceful you’ve felt in weeks.

He calls you by your given name when dinner is ready and you know you’re blushing. At least you can blame it on the wine. Katsuki - the name still feels strange, even in your own mind - takes a seat next to you on the couch and hands you a bowl. It’s delicious, because god forbid he’s ever bad at anything.

The silence that develops between the both of you is comfortable. You curl up on his couch when you’re done with dinner, knees tucked close to your chest, wine glass in hand. When the cooking show is over, you flick through the channels and happen to land on a news report covering the Nakamura case.

“...at the Endeavor Agency found the children locked in the basement. Mr. Nakamura is cooperating with investigators.” The newscaster says gravely.

As he’s mindlessly scrolling through the channels, your thoughts stay on Nakamura. Your fingers tighten around your glass and you take another gulp, certain your lips must be stained purple from the wine at this point. Nakamura… he’s able to avoid jail, avoid justice, because of his money - dirty, bloody money. It’s antithetical to hero society and yet… is it? You glance at the neglected pile of job offers on the table, and then a hazy thought enters your mind.

“Have you ever thought about… independent work?” you ask Katsuki, staring down into your glass.

“What?” He tears his attention away from the TV, the intensity of his gaze now fully on you.

“Like… what if we didn’t sign with an agency? And did our own thing?” You cut your eyes at him.

“Did our own thing?” he repeats, cocking his head to one side.

“Forget it,” you say quickly, “I think I’m just a little tipsy.” You laugh nervously and wiggle your wine glass a little. He raises an eyebrow, but turns his attention back to the TV.

You feel warm, and you’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol or embarrassment. Katsuki finally settles on an old nature documentary and you make yourself comfortable, sighing deeply.

—

You vaguely sense that you’re moving when you wake up. You notice the soft sounds of footsteps first, then feel the warmth of a body close to yours. A door opens. You open your eyes and you can barely make out the underside of Katsuki’s chin in the dark.

He’s carrying you.

“Katsuki?” you say, your voice thick with sleep.

He freezes, and you can feel his arms tense around you before quickly relaxing again. “You fell asleep, dumbass.”

“Oh… sorry.”

"Stop apologizin'," he grunts and takes a few more steps, then awkwardly dumps you on a bed. “No guest room here, so…” He shoves his hand in his pockets and walks around the bed and for one wild moment you think he may climb in beside you, but instead he makes his way through the door and you hear it click shut in the darkness.

You sit up on your arms and try to let your eyes adjust to the darkness. Then you hear the door click open again.

“Uh… ‘night.” Katsuki mumbles. Then his face quickly disappears from the doorway and the door is shut again.

“‘Night,” you call back, but Katsuki’s already too far away to hear.

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lovingandenjoying · 2 days

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gethsemane | one

twolovesswords, 2022 | bakugou x reader | wc: 2k

tw: vague mentions of violence against children, suggestive content

“I’ll take over,” Bakugou offers, and you gladly slide the laptop over to him. Over the next hour or so, you take turns summarizing one of the most atrocious cases you’ve worked on as a team.

You bite the inside of your cheek in contemplation. Your fingers hover over the keyboard of your laptop, which you have balanced on one leg while the other supports the case file you’ve put together on the criminal you and your partner just put in jail.

“This one is going to be difficult,” you sigh, and Bakugou hums in agreement. You hear the sound of his mini-fridge opening, and then he’s grabbing two beers, popping the caps off on his desk. He offers you one, then sits next to you on the couch in the corner of his office.

This is generally the easy part - writing up your case report after you and Dynamight have bagged another villain. But this case is different. There aren’t words you could use to appropriately describe what you’d found in the basement you’d raided just the day before.

11:00am arrived at the home of Mr. Nakamura, given access to the property by cleaning staff.. Upon entering the premises, crying was heard on the lower level. Sidekick as well as officers from local PD stayed with suspect while we investigated the noise. After the descending the stairs, we found Child A |

You pause, close your eyes, but memories of the kid’s face flash behind your eyelids. His tears cut through the dirt and blood on his face like little rivers on a map. He couldn’t have been more than 8 years old. You’d glanced over at Dynamight then, whose stoic expression was betrayed by the sparks of rage flittering through his fingers.

“I’ll take over,” Bakugou offers, and you gladly slide the laptop over to him. Over the next hour or so, you take turns summarizing one of the most atrocious cases you’ve worked on as a team. You have to describe in detail the condition you found the children in and label them all with letters instead of their actual names to keep them private during court proceedings. In order to identify them all you have to go up to the letter Q. You have to describe what the cages looked like, how some of the kids had burns, bruises, welts, even unnatural growths. You have to itemize the evidence of quirk experimentation you collected during the course of your investigation.

When it’s done, you save it and email a copy to your boss so you can debrief him in the morning. Bakugou waits for you while you grab your stuff from your own office. It’s silent while you walk towards the elevator.

You’re glad to finally leave the agency, although it’s already past 9pm. Discussing the report with Bakugou had made the air in his office feel heavy, and taking in a crisp breath of autumn outside helped shed some of the sadness and grief you’d been feeling for days.

You’re parked next to each other in the lot - you always are. The routine goes like this: you both pop open your trunks and throw your things inside, then you sit on the edge of yours while Bakugou helps you out of your boots. You have matching pairs - made to withstand the heat and fire power of his quirk. They’re comfortable but difficult to shimmy your feet out of on your own. He grabs the heel and toe of your boot while you jerk your leg backward, and once yours are off and you’re in your slides, you do the same for him.

“Yours fuckin’ stink today,” he grunts.

“People still offer a pretty penny for them on the internet,” you quip back. The joke garners a small smile from Bakugou, the first one you’ve seen in nearly a week.

“Get some rest tonight, yeah?” you say before opening your car door.

“You too,” he replies before getting in his car and driving away.

—

You rummage through your bathroom drawers for every bath oil and relaxing lotion you can find. Despite your mental and physical exhaustion, you find yourself unable to relax. You sit on the edge of the tub and spread the lavender bubble bath through the water before lighting some candles and gingerly lowering yourself in.

You sigh, sink lower into the water, let it cover your mouth and nose until just your eyes are left above the surface.Through the calming drone of water filling your ears, you hear a text notification.

You blindly reach over the rim of the tub until your fingers find your phone. The light from the screen shining brightly through the darkness of your bathroom tells you it’s already close to midnight.

The text is from Bakugou.

Can’t sleep. You?

You sit up, dry your hands off on the towel next to the tub and respond.

Nah. Taking a bath.

Watching cooking shows. It’s accompanied with a picture of his TV screen, the chefs blurry as they run around the kitchen. You can see his legs resting on a coffee table, feet covered by Red Riot socks. He’s wearing pajama pants, and as your gaze travels upward you can see the slightest hint of his stomach at the edge of the photo - he’s not wearing a shirt.

You feel your cheeks get hot. You can’t deny he’s an attractive man - body lean yet corded with muscle, an angular face, soft hair, and his eyes…

You think back to a time when he’d asked you to meet him in his office only to open the door to him being in the middle of a costume fitting. He was shirtless then, too, and his sweatpants were sitting deliciously low on his hips, the deep V of his pelvis drawing your gaze downwards.

You blink and your focus returns back to your phone. You open your camera app and sit back in your tub, focusing the camera on your legs sticking out of the bubbles, lit only by the soft glow of the candles you have sitting on the edge of the tub. Before your brain can tell you stop, you take the picture and send it to him.

A new text comes in. Looks nice.

Then: Gonna sell this to your internet feet freaks - sucker.

–

When you pull up to the agency the next morning, Bakugou’s car is already in its familiar spot in the parking lot. You hurry in to start your day, waving and making mild conversation with other Pro-Heroes and sidekicks on the way to your office.

You unlock the door and your scheduled pot of coffee is already brewing. Before you can even put your purse and duffle bag down, Bakugou’s standing in your doorway.

“I just got here,” you groan.

“Endeavor wants to debrief now,” he responds, folding his arms over his chest.

“Fine,” you huff, “but I’m making my coffee first.” Debriefing meetings with Endeavor typically took anywhere from an hour to half of your work day.

A few minutes later you’re standing outside the oak double doors that lead to your superior’s office, coffee in hand. Bakugou knocks, and even through the thick wooden panels you can hear Endeavor’s voice.

“Come in.”

You push through the doors at the same time. “Good morning, sir,” you say.

Endeavor is sitting at his desk, face covered in flames. You can feel the heat of him even from ten feet away.

“Good work on this case,” he mumbles as he flicks through a physical copy, no doubt printed off by an assistant so he wouldn’t have to use his computer. God forbid.

“Thank you, sir,” Bakugou says as he shifts on his feet.

“I’ll submit your report to the local PD and the district attorney. Everything seems in order. That’ll be all.”

You cut your eyes at Bakugou, who’s already looking at you with the same confused expression.

“Sir,” you say cautiously, “I think the gravity of this case merits a deeper discussion.”

Endeavor looks up from his papers at you, then turns to Bakugou. “I know you’re used to a thorough debriefing but the DA wants to expedite this guy’s trial and some other things have come up. You and your sidekick -”

“Partner,” you both correct him at the same time, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“- are being assigned to a new case and I want to get you up to speed on it today.”

Neither you or Bakugou say anything. Something isn’t right, you can feel it in your gut.

“That’ll be all,” Endeavor repeats himself, voice lower and words charged with authority now. You nod, and turn on your heels to leave, but Bakugou doesn’t move.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” he assures you, and you give him a hard stare before slipping out of the office.

You walk down the hallway, thoughts racing as unease brews in your stomach. When you reach your office, you shut the door behind you quietly and continue your usual morning routine that had been interrupted by the strange meeting with your boss.

You reheat your coffee and set it on your desk, then grab your laptop and cables out of your bag to plug in and set up. You have a few new emails and you scroll through them, making mental notes to get back to your costume designer and to let UA know that yes, you are available for a speaking engagement the following month.

Wondering if there was something about the case that made Endeavor act the way he did, you open the folder that contains all of your case reports. Your heart rate increases when you can’t find the one you’d written last night.

Back to your email, you search through your sent messages but your email to Endeavor with the report attached is also gone. You feel hot now, searching frantically through your deleted items, through your other folders, but you can’t find it anywhere. Maybe Bakugou miraculously has a copy.

You get up swiftly, chair hitting the wall as you speed walk to your door. When you open it, you hear raised voices. A few curious heads peek over cubicle walls, and you follow their gaze down the hallway to see Bakugou stomping in your direction. Endeavor glares at him from the doorway of his office, then disappears inside.

“Bakugou,” you call his name, reaching out to hold his forearm. He’s warm, almost shaking with rage.

“Six years,” he says through gritted teeth. Smoke rises from his clenched fists, and you quickly pull him into your office and shut the door.

“What?” you whisper.

“Six fucking years, that’s all the guy is gonna get. Endeavor and the DA are gonna offer him a plea bargain.”

“What the fuck?” you mutter, more to yourself than as a response.

Bakugou sits down in one of the chairs facing your desk, cradling his head in his hands. “Those kids…” he says, muffled by his palms. “Fuck. Fuck!” He slams his fists down on the wooden arms of the chair, punctuating his frustration. .

The boy with the tear-stained cheeks flashes through your mind again. You slump down in the other chair. Six years? Some of those kids were still recovering in the hospital.

“Our report was solid,” you say quietly.

Bakugou sighs and rests his elbows on his knees. “Nakamura’s got good lawyers - rich fucking bastard. And he’s got information, or something. Fucking - I don’t know.”

“What’s the point of being a hero if…” you trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, staring at his hands. He rests his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.

“Do you have a copy of the report we wrote?”

“What?”

“The report,” you say carefully, “it’s not saved in my files anymore. And the email I sent last night is gone.”

You stare at each other in silence for a few moments.

“I don’t have a copy,” he replies.

But there’s another conversation happening in the silence between your words.

Something’s wrong, you say through a hard stare.

Yeah, he replies through a grimace, something’s definitely wrong.

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lovingandenjoying · 2 days

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spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’ve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But you’ve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, it’s easy for you to connect the dots from there.

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

author’s note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :)

part 1 of the spider boy series

“Spider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked hero—”

“You’re a spider-man fan?”

You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process.

“Midoriya! You scared me.”

He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did.

“Yeah, I guess I am a fan,” you said. “Campus PD sucks and I think it’s funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.”

You both shared a laugh.

“I have to get to class,” Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. “How’s Moony?”

“She’s great, thanks for asking,” you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you.

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said, really standing up this time. “Bye!”

You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video.

A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face.

A smaller feat of Spider-Man’s, but a good one nonetheless.

During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief.

The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Here’s my proof!!!!

Finding the professor’s lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too.

By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable arguments—Spider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the day—keeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime he’d solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus.

The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep.

You must’ve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am.

The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriya’s, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep.

This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused.

You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?

The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semester—everyone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings.

This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so you’d done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready.

The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed.

She never hissed.

You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, you’d been sipping on a lemonade earlier—one in a glass bottle.

As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.

It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out.

As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.

Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately.

“Moony,” you whispered. “Get away from him.”

“It’s okay!” Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why did you break into my apartment?” You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep.

It was 4am.

You could not help the gasp that escaped you.

“Midoriya?”

The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Man’s entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense.

“What?” he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him.

“Did you think this was your apartment?” You were connecting the dots now. “This is why you always come back so late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, inching towards the window. “I just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.”

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. “Why’re you bleeding?”

Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again.

This seemed to break him—his shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again.

The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony.

“Smart cat. She recognized me.” You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action.

“Sit down, please,” you said, remembering to speak quietly. “You can’t die in my apartment. You can’t.”

“I won’t,” he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. “Promise.”

“If you thought this was your apartment you’re definitely concussed,” you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. “What happened to you?”

You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was.

“I got thrown into a wall,” he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. “I’m really sorry.”

“You’re sorry for being thrown into a wall?” You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. He’d leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at.

“I only have bandaids,” you said, still laughing a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs.

“It’s okay,” he said, catching his breath again. “Can you help me get to my place? I’m used to patching myself up.”

It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse.

His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did.

“Thank you,” he said once he had settled down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“I know,” you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. “I’m sorry for figuring out who you are.”

Another small laugh from him. “S’okay.” he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. “You won’t tell anyone?”

You smiled back at him. “Promise.”

You didn’t remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriya’s part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriya’s until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door.

Two spiders drawn holding hands, with “friends?” written underneath.

You slid it back under his door with your own addition — a drawing of a cat and “friends” written underneath his question.

——— * * * ———

“Trauma bond?”

“Yeah,” you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong.

It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each other’s company. It had started off small—seeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you.

After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each other’s apartments.

“Is my pasta not good?” you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap.

“It could use some pepper,” he said, smiling teasingly at you. “No, it’s good. Just a rough night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” you said.

“S’okay,” he said. “We’re trauma bonded enough.” You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone.

“Midoriya—”

“Thank you for the pasta,” he said. “I can help with the dishes.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know we’re friends friends, right?”

He nodded. “I’m messing with you.”

“You little shit!” he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door.

“I haven’t heard you come back late in a while,” you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised.

“You wait up for me?”

“No!” you said indiginantly. “It just used to wake us up.”

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said. “But you have to wake me up if you’re hurt really bad, okay? Even if it’s just to sit with you.”

A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya.

“What was that?”

“Promise.”

Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. “Are you going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.”

He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update.

Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room.

“All done!” he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moony’s fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest.

“Take a nap,” you blurted. “If you’re going to be out tonight. You need to rest.”

“I will,” he said, smiling up at you. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not!” you said, huffing. “You better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.”

“‘Kay,” he said. “See you tomorrow?” You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door.

The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around.

You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back.

The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.

“Midoriya?” you said quietly, sitting up. “You okay?”

He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in.

“No,” he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear.

You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers

“Are you hurt?” you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head.

You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. “Want to talk about it?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands back. “Later.”

“Okay,” you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. “I’m here, okay? It’s okay.”

You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

The bruises were on his side this time—no cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadn’t stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.

“Can I stay?” he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it.

“Yeah, course you can,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring.

Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, “Don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.

“I’m not leaving,” you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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bakugou loves to make you beg for him to kiss you when it’s always him who’s feening, lingering around you when you’re doing something.

his lips will always be dangerously close to your face while he invades your personal space to the point where you subconsciously want his lips on yours and then he’s smirking, grabbing your cheeks with his big ass hand and teasing you as if he wasn’t almost head butting you over the stove.

“you wanna kiss me so bad,” he grins, mouth over yours while you think back to almost ten minutes ago, where he was practically having a sulky tantrum over the fact that you had only kissed him twice that day.

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THE DRIEST SPELL OF THEM ALL (7.1k) — bakugou katsuki x f!reader

✎ᝰ you've only been in a relationship with bakugou for a short while, but you can't help but think it's strange that you haven't had sex. guess it's time to change that.

࿄ ! warnings — nsfw, straight up penetrative sex, established relationship, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, lots of praise and feelings, bakugou is a sweetie pie, not a safe space for minors, reader is a college student and bkg is a pro hero.

/ note. this is my first, long fic and i'm so excited to share it with you guys. honestly was so fun to write and it has a lot of plot but who is uma if she doesn't have loads of self-indulgent dialogue?? anyways minors please do not interact with this and to the rest of you, please enjoy my very smutty fanfic.

to bakugou, the first time you and him have sex happens out of the blue. the relationship is relatively new and fresh - only around three-four months in. you do think it is kind of weird that you guys haven’t crossed the line of actually doing the deed.

you both have tiptoed the threshold of making out and soft touches. like when he came over to your place and you both made out after dinner together. you offered to put on a movie - just a random romance flick that you don’t seem to remember now; considering the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a meat cleaver.

just three months ago, it had been your third date and you’d only passed a few light touches and long hugs at this juncture so when he put his hand on your bare knee, it was game over. you pounced on the blond and kissed him for as long as your breath willed you to. it just probably was not the best idea for you to try to undress on your couch.

“is it alright if i take this off?” you say, going to grab the hems of your light pink shirt that wasn’t doing enough to cover the hardness of your nipples. bakugou nosed at your jaw and kissed at your neck before he bit back a groan at this and rested his hands at hem of your skirt before nodding.

“fuck, you don’t gotta ask me, princess. just do it.” your hands slipped under your shirt and revealed underside of your boobs - which bakugou was ready to smooth his hands over until the footsteps of someone approached your living room.

“hey y/n- oh my GOD. i am so sorry oh-” and the footsteps are heard running to another room before a SLAM! echoes in the distance. you had not anticipated that your roommate would be arriving home so early but then again, common sense would have told you to go to your bedroom.

alas, it was too late. the mood had dampened significantly and bakugou awkwardly made his way out of your apartment - failing to look at you or your red faced roommate. he did, however, send a text apologising to the both of you and by the next day, everything had seemingly been forgotten.

the sexual tension had not been forgotten.

there would be many more days where you and bakugou would get hot and steamy before being interrupted by his friends, or a phone call coaxing him back to work, or the fact that the both you were super busy. he was an up and coming hero and while your career wasn’t as demanding as your better half, you were a busy college student: with assignments piling by the day, leaving you with little time to do anything with your boyfriend… which left you both sexually frustrated and unsatisfied… until now.

“there’s so many hot guys here. i should really pick you up more often,” sighs mina happily as she waves at a guy on your campus.

“mina, you are literally a pro hero. you could find a guy way hotter than… the guy who literally sits behind me in my pharmacy class. and he’s a stupid fuckboy, by the way.”

“good thing is i have a thing for stupid fuckboys,” she smiles and you roll your eyes. “but enough about meeee,” she drawls and you groan out loud, “what’s up with you and mr dynamight?” you both reach a red light and she turns to wiggle her eyebrows at you.

“nothing. well, not nothing - we’re fine. just fine.”

“you guys haven’t had sex yet?”

you splutter indignantly and mina taps onto the steering wheel and nods empathetically.

“what- when did i even imply that-”

“a girl always knows when her friend hasn’t done the do with her boyfriend yet. always. you’d be glowing and bubbly and happy but here you are… low-key awkward, not glowing. you don’t have that post-sex first time glow-”

you yell over her ramblings, “okay, OKAY, i get it. fine, we haven’t had sex. but it’s not like we - i don’t want to. it’s just time and finding the privacy to… fuck. and you literally work with katsuki. you know how pedantic he is about his work and his free time.”

“so you’re saying he doesn’t want to fuck? or that he’s avoiding you?” quizzes mina and it’s your turn to sigh, albeit a little sadly.

“i don’t think he’s avoiding me but whenever we get to the point of just doing… it, something happens and now he just doesn’t really initiate it? i don’t know if it’s because he just knows we’ll be interrupted or he just doesn’t want to anymore… am i overthinking it?”

mina parks her car and stares straight on to fully digest what you say before nodding.

“no you’re not - but this is BAKUGOU we’re talking about. he’s not your average guy. have you seen the way he looks at you? it’s like he wants to eat you every time you enter a room. like genuinely i have never seen a more feral man so this is very surprising news to me,” ponders mina and you laugh a little at her admission, kind of grateful for it. before you can say anything, she turns to you and grabs your shoulders.

“i have the perfect idea! we’re having a party at the agency tomorrow night and you should “go.”,” she gestures with finger quotes. you look at her strangely and raise a brow.

“I should “go?”” you copy her gestures and she nods vehemently.

“are you catching my drift?…” you shake your head in confusion and she rolls her eyes, “jeez, okay, look, i’ll remind bakugou about the get together and i’ll tell him that i told you about it. he’ll invite you and when the day comes, you guys just don’t go.”

“we don’t show up? but why-” the cogs in your mind turn inquisitively before you put two and two together at mina’s wiggling brows and you “ohhhhh” in mutual understanding.

“you know, that’s not a half bad idea. as long as you can everyone to not question our absence…”

mina laughs, offended a little at your quip, “y/n, baby, lovely. when i make a proposition, i tie up all the loose ends. it’s just up to you to find the right time and place. you get one evening to sort your sexual tension out. after that, it’s smooth sailing. and i prayyy that you do. have you noticed that he’s been really pent up? bakugou’s angry but he’s like, exceptionally angry, these days-”

“if you’re trying to insinuate he’s mad because he’s sexually frustrated, i have no answer to that. and we’ve been sitting in your car for almost 20 minutes now. we probably look crazy,” you note and mina sighs and nods before grabbing her things.

“you can avoid this conversation but when he taps that, you will tell me all about it and i will not accept no for an answer.” you hum indifferently and make a mental reminder to make up a story if the night that entails will be as raunchy as you hope it will be.

when mina drops you home, bakugou sends a text.

katsuki: y/n, did mina tell you about some dumb thing we’re doing at the agency?”

you smile at that.

you: yeah, she mentioned it. why, are you thinking of going?”

hook…

you tap your toes expectantly as you see the bubbles disappear and reappear.

katsuki: don’t really want to but they’re gonna force me to, so fuck it. you doing anything tomorrow night?”

line…

you: nope, don’t have any plans. why?”

katsuki: you wanna come with as a date? you’ll brighten up the shitty place.”

sinker.

you squeal at your phone and collect yourself to reply.

“sure, kats, I’d love to go with you. you can come over to my parents place so we can get ready together if you’d like.”

“you busy right now? wanna call you.”

he doesn’t wait for you to answer and it rings. you often think you got lucky for having such an easygoing and pliant man and today cements your beliefs as you go to pick up his call.

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the day of the party seems like a long one. you made sure that your parents would not be home for the weekend - while it’s terribly unsexy to fuck in your parents home, the chance of your roommate bombarding your sexy time with your boyfriend is too high of a chance to risk and you’ve spent more time than necessary thinking about what the day would entail.

now that you’ve shed your pyjamas, you look at yourself in your bathroom mirror. your orange panties are doing nothing to hide the outline of your kitty and you’re definitely certain that the bra’s purpose was purely just encase your boobs in a rune of bright orange and white.

“i’m never letting mina pick out lingerie for me again,” you sigh as you poke and prod at the pieces. of course mina had to pick out the most raunchy, provocative and immodest pieces known to man. you’re pretty sure you could see the colour of your nipples sticking out of the material. you were somewhat questioning whether this was a good idea. what if bakugou thought this was too much? would he even like this? you definitely should’ve asked him first-

katsuki: on my way. will be there in five.

of course he texts you right at this moment, breaking you out of your horny driven and frantic stupor.

now that you really think about it, when you recall all the time you’ve almost been with bakugou, it makes you close your legs together to calm down any heartbeats ruminating between your legs. it makes the situation of not actually having sex with him yet even more heartbreaking - you want the feeling of his hands running down your body, his lips nipping at your lower belly, down to where you really want him. it makes you wonder what position he’d fold you into, if he’d press you into the mattress and make you cum till you were shaking and crying…

you inhale deeply and run around your home to do a few, final touches. you felt like you were a teenage girl all over again - faffing all about the house and praying that your parents wouldn’t come home and notice that your boyfriend fucked you into your flowery sheets. and you hoped bakugou wouldn’t just yet notice the strong smell of his your favourite perfume and the orange lace clinging onto your ass and boobs underneath meticulous layers of less attractive pyjamas. is this what they call reverse psychology? it’s no time to ponder when your boyfriend knocks on the door and you practically launch yourself downstairs to greet him.

you have to bite back a moan when you see him. seeing as this was a relatively fresh relationship, you both agreed that you wouldn’t always obsess over seeing each other. the last time you saw bakugou was two or so days ago and you make a mental note to throw away that line of thinking when you see your boyfriend in all his glory.

he’s wearing his typical grey joggers and hoodie combo (the one who looks the most biteable in) and he pushes down his hood to reveal his wheat-haired mullet and downright gorgeous face. he enters your home and you stand by patiently waiting for him to drop his bag and take off his shoes before touching all on him.

“you not gonna say hello?” bakugou says gruffly and you roll your eyes (in your head, of course) before walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

“hey, baby. missed you,” you kiss into his face and bakugou wraps an arm round your waist and raises his arms to grabs at your cheeks to properly look at your face before kissing you once. and twice. thrice. even four times before you’re laughing and begging him to stop. with a stretched hand, you lead your boyfriend upstairs to your childhood bedroom.

“any reason ya wanted to stop off at your parents instead of my place?” bakugou asked, raising a brow in suspicion. you fight back the urge to overtly shudder at the thought of his friends ruining what will be a long night - especially if you had anything to do with it.

“i was just thinking that we don’t really get much time to ourselves. just us two. i think we’ve only had a proper date to ourselves maybe three times. and i am saying that loosely,” you admit. bakugou scoffs and sits on the edge of your bed.

“‘s not my fault people are always botherin’ us,” he mumbles and then he looks up at you and gestures for you to stand between his legs. you do so quite obediently.

“never said it was, baby,” you say, just above a whisper, as you brush the back of his hair and into his scalp. his hands rest at your knees and rub softly against your thighs and you really have to fight back the urge to jump his bones. but, alas, you had to make him want this just as much as you.

your boyfriend hums and leans into your touch and bakugou looks up at you and smiles, a little mischievous, “so we have your ‘rents house all to ourselves and ya wanna waste it on going to a lame ass company party?”

your eyes widen at that, not really expecting him to almost put two and two together so early on. you grossly underestimated the intelligence of your boyfriend so you had to dispel any ideas of sexual activity before he spearheaded into your plan.

“first of all, you invited me. and second of all, it’d be nice to go and come back to a place all to ourselves for once. we don’t really get to go to parties with your friends often,” you muse and bakugou groans and wraps his arms around your thighs.

“they wouldn’t even know we were missing…” he grumbles and you smile down at him and give him a kiss to his forehead, your thumb passing his brow piercing and booping his nose and lips.

“we don’t even have to go for that long if you don’t want to-”

“i don’t wanna go at all.” bakugou states adamantly and you tap his face and bask in his hold and affection.

“we only have to just show up, so you’re not gonna get out of this one easily. then you have me all to yourself. sounds good, kats?”

bakugou throws his arms off you and himself into your pillows and pulls his phone out - akin to a petulant child and you have to laugh. if only he knew what was actually going to happen.

“yeah, yeah, just - let’s just chill for a bit.. we can at least cuddle before we have to fucking spend time with those idiots,” katsuki grunts and you hum at his reply before clambering on top of your hulk of a boyfriend. you stare down at him in all his glory. now that you were right above him, you notice he looked more tan than usual. and did his lips always look so kissable?

“y/n? you all good up there?” kstsuki asks as he taps softly onto the planes of your temple. you look down at his nose and then his lips and it’s settled.

fuck it. there was no going back now. this was happening today.

“yeah, kats, ‘m good. just missed you, is all,” you breathe out and your boyfriend hums in reply and you thank your lucky stars that he’s sometimes a little naive when it came to you- lest he speedrun his own surprise.

bakugou looks at you, all soft and loving even though all you can see and feel are his red eyes piercing into you. he stuffs his phone into his pocket and pulls you into his wide chest, arms imprisoning you.

“shitty hair just texted me asking where we are. ‘m gonna tell him to fuck off.”

“don’t be mean to your friends,” you scold and bakugou rolls his eyes but he’s barely paying attention to what you’re saying. you try to ignore the fact he’s looking at you properly - drinking you in all angles.

“you gonna let me kiss you or just keep staring?” katsuki asks, eyes all half lidded and brooding. you shy away a little at his upfront neediness for you but you entertain him regardless. you bend down to plant a soft kiss on his mouth but that does little to satiate him.

“the fuck was that? you love torturing me, huh, princess,” katsuki groans and you smile at his expression: all frowny and so, so pretty.

“sorry, sorry, you’re right. just love teasing you,” you say, barely above a whisper and you give katsuki his first proper kiss since seeing him today. the kiss is heavy: all tongue and wet and warm and you grab onto his arms to ground yourself. meanwhile bakugou pulls you down so you’re right on top of him, so he can get a better grip on your ass and easier access to your mouth. you’ve got a leg over his hips and an arm hanging off his shoulder, completely attached. he’s got a large palm on your lower back, slowly drifting further and further to squish your ass.

it’s like this for a couple of minutes; your arms wrapped around his head and neck, his large palms groping at your ass and hips and bakugou’s mouth kissing on your tongue and lips. your leg rests on his waist and you swear you can feel the heat of his dick right then and there. it’s not like you can miss it, all heavy and imposing.

“fucking needed this, baby,” your boyfriend practically moans and a hand sneaks in your pyjama top and shorts and you moan loudly as he squeezes and grabs at you, your leg around his waist pulling him even closer. katsuki pulls back at the feeling of soft lace running across his fingertips and only then does it resonate that he can feel what you’re wearing. he looks at your face with a quizzical look and you want to hide from the sharpness of his eyes.

“what’s this ‘m feeling?” katsuki asks and you stuff your face in his neck as he smoothed his hands on your lace clad hips.

“just a little something i was gonna surprise you with…” you trail off and he sits up at this declaration.

“yeah? something f’me? you not gonna lemme see it?” he muses and your eyes widen. your boyfriend has always been pretty bold so you don’t know why you’re being so shy right now but you comply with his demands and sit up on his lap to pull off your shirt to reveal the brightly coloured brassiere.

bakugou’s breath hitches and his chest rises a little slowly when he sees the bra in it’s entirety. you look gorgeous, he thinks. all innocent and sexy at the same time. he doesn’t know whether he wants your legs on his shoulders so he can taste you until you’re begging him to stop… or whether he should just fold you in half and fuck you until pearly tears are falling down your cheeks.

he decides on complimenting you for the time being:“you look gorgeous, princess. fucking sexy… all f’me, yeah?”

“who else would it be for, dummy?” you say in a low, humorous tone and your hand travels up his chest to rest at his jaw, so you can give him a kiss to his ‘o’ shaped mouth. you slot yourself entirely at the weight of his bottoms and only then do you really feel what you’ve done to him. it’s your turn to make an ‘o’ shaped expression.

you lean down to kiss his lips again, sucking on his bottom lip before letting go with a pop, before smiling at him. katsuki grins back at you, leaning up on his elbows and nudging his nose against yours and you can smell his minty breath. you rest your hand over his stubbled cheek, brushing a hand over it as he slots his lips with yours. he takes his time with you, so much tongue as drinks everything you give him. katsuki lays back down to watch you and runs his hands over your hips, squeezing at your ass and all the parts he can get his hands on.

he decides he’s had enough of the petting and the touches because he groans and grabs at your waist so he can you flip you over.

bakugou presses hot and wet kisses and nips at your jaw and your neck - till he’s laying on his stomach to kiss at the top of your breasts. he’s fiddling with the underwire of the bra before he looks up at you with blown out pupils and a smirk to match.

“we were never going to that party, we’re we, baby?” he hums as he noisily kisses and sucks your collarbones and the fat of your breasts. you know he’s caught you out and trying to elicit a reaction but with the way he’s biting and kissing on you, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“n-no…” you say, with a hint of a whine, “just wanted you to myself for once.” bakugou can feel himself throb at how much you want him and he climbs up to situate himself exactly above you, his arms caging around your head.

“such a fucking minx, you know that? who knew you had it in you, princess?” he says, looking directly into your eyes. you feel small under his gaze and try to cower away but his hand grabs at the chub of your cheeks.

“don’t get all shy on me now, baby. you knew exactly what you were doing,” katsuki trails off, now littering your neck with gentle bites and hot, wet breath that made your spine shudder and toes writhe.

“you’re not gonna embarrass me. it's gotten me this far, so not a bad deal,” you gasp, just shy of a whimper at your boyfriend’s ministrations. katsuki chuckles at this and sits on his haunches to have a good look at you.

“at least you did your research… y’know orange’s my favourite colour too. can i take this off, princess?” katsuki asks, his hands brushing over the thin straps of your bra. you sit up slightly and nod at him. however, he doesn’t seem content with that answer as he thumbs over your nipple through the bra and you gasp again.

“use your words, pretty girl. that don’t mean shit to me,” he breathes out and you want to fight him for forcing you to beg so explicitly.

“yes, yes please,” you practically cry out and bakugou fixes his hands to undo the clasp of your bra and your breasts spill out of the material. katsuki bites back a moan, his eyes half lidded at the sight of you. he feels like a teenage boy all over again - wanting to grope and bite and kiss at you. so he does exactly that.

discarding your bra, he leans down onto his stomach and goes to playfully bite down at your left nipple and you whine at him, placing a hand in his unruly hair. just as you’re about to scold him, he smoothes over his bites and sucks with wet and soft kisses over the skin. with his free hand, he travels down to your barely there shorts and slips into them, his fingers leaving a ghost of a touch against your pussy.

“can feel how wet you are and i’ve barely even touched you,” whispers bakugou and he kisses at your tits while watching your expression. to say you felt shy under his watchful eyes was understatement. but you still wanted so much more.

“katsuki… please,” you breathe out and he presses his fingers harder into your barely covered clit and you bite your lower lip to stop a squeak from leaving your throat.

“please, what, pretty? you look like you knew what you wanted when you dressed up all sexy f’me,” katsuki says mischievously and you want to slap and ride his face at the same time. you’ll save that for another day.

“please make me… cum,” you finally get out and bakugou kisses at your breasts one last time before descending into the lower half of your body.

“since you used your manners,” katsuki muses but you both knew he wouldn’t pass at the chance to get his mouth on you anyway, recalling back to your moments of interrupted intimacy (or cockblocking as katsuki would call it).

katsuki pulls down your fluffy pyjama shorts to reveal the orange panty ensemble and he bites his lip to hold back a whimper at the noticeable damp spot just at your cunt hole. he looks up at you, who’s clearly embarrassed by all the attention because you’re covering your face with your hands. he playfully bites down on your thigh and you yelp, looking right at his lust filled eyes.

“wan’ you looking at me when ‘m bout to eat you out,” murmurs your boyfriend and you force the heels of your feet dig into the plush of your bed so you don’t clench your thighs at his words.

bakugou continues with looking at your pussy and he can practically see your walls clenching from how turned you are and he feels impossibly harder at the thought of tasting you. he places a small, wet kiss on panty-covered clit and you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth.

katsuki continues to lave and give attention to your pussy by soft and wet kisses through the material and your whimpers were about to turn into complaints until he pulls the dampened material down your legs and stuffs it in his trouser pocket.

in any other given situation, you would have brought that up but katsuki launches himself between your legs and starts suckling at your clit and suddenly, whatever happened before has been forgotten. you cry out at the sudden attack on your pussy and the noises that come out of you are borderline pornographic.

“k-katsuki, fuck, that feels so g-good,” you stutter, whole body practically trembling.

“yeah?” your boyfriend chuckles, “you taste good, princess. can’t believe i went this long without having you on my face,” he grunts, alternating between kissing and sucking at your clit and your lips. when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he slowly presses two fingers into your hole and your head falls back into the pillows.

katsuki’s watching your reaction and he’s humping the bed for even a lick of friction; the way you taste and sound is too much for his senses. he can feel the tip of his dick leaking when you cry out his name and his eyes roll back when he feels you clench around him.

“o-oh, ‘m gonna come, kats, fuck, ‘s too much-”

“that’s it, baby. doing so well f’me, fuck. wan’ you to come all over my face. can you do that f’me?” asks bakugou while he alternates between stroking your inner walls and tongue-fucking you.

you nod, unable to answer and practically scream before your eyes begin to roll back, your toes begin to curl and the effects of your orgasm hit you like a truck. all you can see is white and you can’t even comprehend the noises coming out of you.

katsuki decides he is in love with the way you look when you come undone. he fucks you through your orgasm, lapping up everything that you give him and he only stops when your thighs begin to close up around his head and you make feeble attempts to push him away. not wanting to overwhelm you, he kisses your clit before sitting up and notes that he would stay between your legs some other day.

meanwhile, you’re catching your breath and your eyes are brim with a few unshed tears and katsuki chuckles breathily at you. you pout, “don’t laugh at me,” and he smiles in awe at your naked beauty. it’s only then when his eyes rake up and down your body that you realise he’s still completely clothed.

“starting to think you’re allergic to getting naked.. i’m feeling all exposed and left out,” your pout deepens and he stretches a hand to pinch at your nipple and you yelp and swat him away.

“relax, pretty girl, all you had to do was ask. ‘sides, not like i can fuck you in my clothes,” katsuki smirks and you roll your eyes and nibble your lips, impatiently awaiting to see your boyfriend in all his true glory.

bakugou pulls off his jumper and shirt in one go to reveal his tan chest and various miscellaneous tattoos, including one of your favourite flower right under his right pec. he then goes onto to pull down his joggers to reveal tight, grey briefs - and you hold your breath at the sight.

your mouth waters when you can see the length of his meat alongside his thigh and you can even see the damp patch on where the head of his mushroom-shaped tip is supposed to be. katsuki can see you checking him out and his chest puffs up a little at this.

“you look like you’re about to eat me, princess,” he jokes and you raise a brow.

when you’re about to bite back at him, you realise that you’re way too horny to waste anymore time and instead, you just nod seductively and open your arms so he can rest on top of you.

katsuki accepts and his arms rest by your head. he’s directly above you and only now does the sheer size of your boyfriend dawn on you. his whole body hulks over you and you’re unable to hold back a whimper that escapes when you realise just how hot this situation is.

“you still turned on? anythin’ i can do to help you?” katsuki snickers and you know he gets off on teasing you: he’s enjoying your helplessness and the fact that you’re so horny you’ve been rendered slightly brainless.

“stop teasing me,” you pout and katsuki leans down to kiss your pouty lips and he smiles, all warm at you even though he’s one clothing item away from rearranging your insides.

“sorry, princess. ‘s just fun to tease ya, is all. believe me when i say i wan’ this just as much as you do,” he grunts out and he sits up to finally rid of his briefs.

the wait is agonisingly long but when bakugou finally strips himself naked, your whole world stops.

your boyfriend is a hefty, adonis of a man so the size of his cock should’ve never surprised but no amount of mental physical preparation could have prepared you for the actual thing. it’s beautiful, veiny and thick - the length being tan with a vein that climbs all the way to the head of his cock: which sits at a dark pink, almost red colour, dribbling with precum. at the base of his cock sits a tuft of blond hair and your mouth basically waters.

katsuki’s dick twitches a little at your unwavering gaze and it’s his turn to feel a little embarrassed. you sit up and reach a hand out to thumb at his most prominent vein and a mixture of a groan and a whimper catches at the back of his throat. he feels like - he knows he could come just from looking at you as you brush against his cock.

it’s why he jumps to crowd over you on the bed and grabs your right thigh to sit at his waist.

“you think you’re ready? ‘m gonna ease into you slowly, ‘kay? promise you’ll tell me if it hurts,” he insists and you make sure to verbally reply, lest he waste time trying to get you to speak up.

“fuck, yes, ‘m ready, please put it in already,” you beg and katsuki wants to call you needy but the mushroom head of his cock brushes against your slick pussy lips and any smart reply he has locked and loaded in his head goes out his ear.

katsuki grabs his cock and brushes it on your clit, your lips and then circles your cunt hole and you’re clenching just at the feeling of him pressing down onto your most sensitive parts. you were half sure he was going to make you beg for it but before you could blink, he presses into you and your head would’ve hit the headboard had katsuki not place his hand behind you knowingly.

the feeling of him inside you is too much but not enough simultaneously and your hands grip at his forearms and you’re not sure on whether you want to push him away or bring him closer.

meanwhile, katsuki’s fighting his own mental battle: he curses himself for putting this off for too long and also prays that he doesn’t come before he at least gets yku off. you’re tighter, warmer, wetter than he anticipated and he can’t get enough of you. he’s not even watching himself feed his cock into your gooey hole, deathly afraid that if he looks down for at least one measly second, he would bust so deep into you, you’d be pregnant with triplets.

katsuki’s eyebrows are furrowed as he finally sheathes all the way into you and you rest a hand on his lower abdomen at a feeble attempt to push him away.

“i don’ think is’ gonna f-fit,” you slur, “‘m so full.” katsuki grabs your hand and lifts it above your head in a small, handholding embrace.

“don’t push me away,” he practically growls and he situates himself so he’s resting on top of you again, “you’re a big girl. if you wan’ me off of ya, you know to use ya words.”

you furrow your brows and look away from his dark eyed gaze and he chuckles, “that’s what i thought.”

katsuki pulls himself slightly out of your warmth, only to grind himself back in at an antagonising pace. he sets a speed and he lets go of your hand to properly rest on his forearms above you. you use this as an opportunity to wrap your arms around his back; your face scrunched and bottom lip tucked under your teeth.

you can feel katsuki’s pants above you and you finally open your eyes to see him and he’s probably never looked more sexy and eatable. his hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed so deeply that frown will probably be stuck for a while. katsuki angles himself just ever so slightly and you throw your head back in unabashed pleasure as he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“you like that, sweet girl? look at you.. fuck, all fucked out. wan’ you to tell me how good ‘m fucking you,” katsuki breathes out and you swear you’re not ignoring him on purpose because with the way his cock presses inside you and with the way his pubes brush against your clit, all you can muster is a broken moan (one that katsuki will definitely tease you about later).

“that’s how good ‘m fucking ya? can’t even - fuck, ha - can’t even speak, can ya?,” he says out loud and his words are coming in waves. katsuki reaches down to flick at your pearl and your legs seize up around him as you babble mindlessly to appease him.

“yess, feels so good, so deep, ‘can feel you so deep inside, kats - ohh, right there, pleaseee,” you warble and katsuki lifts your right leg to his shoulder to get impossibly deeper inside you.

“fuck, can’t believe i went so long without this sweet pussy,” he grunts out and the feeling of you cunt spasming around him hits at 100mph. you become sloppier, wetter and katsuki finds himself being able to fuck you right to the base of his cock. then it hits him: you just came.

“did y’ just fucking come already? jesus, fuck, haven’- haven’t even properly fucked you yet. so dirty, baby,” katsuki moans out and you can’t hear a word he’s saying. your nails dig in deeper to his shoulder blades and the soles of your feet press into his back as you’re still coming down from your high.

“d’ya think you can go again f’me, princess?” your boyfriend asks politely but the way he asks is anything but polite as he’s already folding both your legs to place them on his shoulder as you’re pushed and manhandled into a mating press.

katsuki still hasn’t pulled out and his cock is throbbing inside you and he wants to cum so fucking badly. but the unshed tears in your eyes made his heart beat a little faster than usual and he would never want to push you past your limits.

“you alright to continue, y/n?” he asks sternly, his expression slightly worried and you amass all the strength your body will allow to pull him down and you link your arms around his neck.

“so serious, katsuki,” you joke, still a little out of breath and he rolls his eyes and stares down at you lovingly while your thumb brushes against his cheek.

“make me cum so hard ‘m seeing stars,” you whisper and katsuki growls as he pulls out and sheathes himself deep into you while you cry out.

“you get what you wish for, princess.”

katsuki places his hands on the back of your thighs and goes crazy at you; desperate for both your releases. the sound of skin and the wetness of your pussy echos in your bedroom and accompanied with the your gasps and cries, the sounds of the room were past the point of being just pornographic.

you swore you’d have his hands imprinted on the back of your thighs with the way he was groping them and with this position, you could feel everything so much more. he was so deep inside you and you swore you could feel him in your stomach as you writhed under him as your third climax of the night crept on you. you were already so sensitive from the last two and you knew this was the one that was going to wreck you.

“‘m so-o close, fuck, it feels like ‘m gonna make a mess,” you gasp, moving to wrap your arms around katsuki’s neck. you could tell from his tightly wound facial expressions that he was not too far off.

“y-yeah? make a fucking mess on me princess, f-fuck, cum all over me an’ i’ll give you everything i’ve got, baby,” he grunts and he slides an arm down between you both to thumb at your swollen clit and you seize at the feeling.

“‘s too much, katsuki, too - oh-oh, ‘m gonna,” you cry o out and you grab your boyfriend’s face, “pl-please kiss me, please,” you beg, pearly tears streaming down your face and katsuki moans out.

“anything for you, pretty,” he rumbles and he slots his mouth over yours as your orgasm hits at you in waves. katsuki can feel sprays of your release hit on his pelvis and his eyes roll back.

“that’s it, pretty girl, make a fuckin’ - make a fuckin’ mess on me,” katsuki kisses into your tongue before coming deep inside you and moaning out loudly as you kiss him back to goad him through his orgasm.

you both ride out your climaxes and your boyfriend watches where you’re both connected and he pulls out, hissing while you whimper and he eventually collapses on top of you. you hold him close to your chest as you match his breathing pattern. the silence is comforting and you scratch at the nape of his head and he opens an eye while his face is pressed into your tummy.

“you okay?” you ask katsuki and he wraps his arms tighter around your body as response but you’re not satisfied with that.

“use your words, baby,” you tease and katsuki playfully digs his teeth into your belly and you make a feeble attempt to push him away.

“should be asking you that instead. fucking squirted all over me,” katsuki chuckles and you gasp, lifting up your hands to hide behind them in embarrassment.

“god, that’s so embarrassing, i can’t believe i did that,” you say, all muffled but katsuki pulls your hands from your face and kisses at your palm.

“was sexy, baby. want you to do that every time we fuck,” he mumbles, nosing little kisses onto your chest and tummy. your boyfriend looks adorable like this: all fucked out, exhausted and glowy and you’re holding back the urge to ‘awwh’ at him while you pet and rub his face with your thumb.

“and i want you to get off me so i can shower. ‘m all gross and sweaty and sticky,” you complain, albeit lightheartedly and when you make the attempt to get up, the blond jumps up like he was never tired.

“sit your ass down and let me run us a bath. and i’ll know if you moved,” katsuki warns, walking to your bathroom in his naked glory and you laugh and before he exits the room, he turns to pass you a quizzical glance.

“nothing, it’s just, your butt is so cute. i can’t believe i never noticed it before!”

“y/n, so help me god, i’ll throw your dumbass into the bathtub,” yells your hot headed man and you giggle at his ‘threat’, watching him try to hide his butt from you as you go to follow him to the bathroom, disobeying his every rule.

so when mina and the bakusquad anyone asks you about your first time, you tell them it was something you waited dearly for and you wouldn’t change for the world.

“uh, kats? why did kiri just text asking if we finally ‘fucked and got it over with?’”

so maybe it wasn’t spontaneous for your boyfriend either. but it’s like you said-

“i will kill that red headed bastard,” yells out katsuki, grabbing his phone and throwing you over his shoulder as you squeal.

you wouldn’t really change a thing.

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