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mariahschoices · 4 years

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Beloved

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader/OC

Word Count: 3902

Theme: Fluff/Smut

This is part 2 of this story: https://mariahschoices.tumblr.com/post/189983728802/unloveable

You couldn’t help the shock to your system, as Bakugo admitted that you had been right all of those years ago. Surely there was some misunderstanding.

“I may be a top hero, but being on top isn’t everything. It took me a long time to realize that, actually. I think...” he paused, seeming to realize how out of character he was acting by admitting his unhappiness to someone who he barely knew.

You gave him a soft smile. You didn’t really feel sorry for him, after all he had all of the ingredients he needed to make a great life. You figured he was just too much of a stubborn ass to seek out what he really needed to find true happiness in life.

“It’s actually my birthday today,” he continued, changing the subject to more optimistic topics.

“Oh, sh- shoot! I’m sorry. I’m sure you have better things to be doing today than sitting here with me. Thank you again for meeting up with me. I’m sorry for taking time away from your birthday plans-”

“Actually, meeting you for coffee today was my only birthday plan,” he interrupted with a grunt, peeling the drink label off from his coffee cup as a distraction.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but you supposed it made sense considering the somber mood than emanated from the man.

“Well, if you want, I mean I’m sure you’d rather do something with your friends, but...” you bit your lip slightly, feeling compelled to ask to hothead to hang out, even though you felt it was probably against your better judgement.

“We can do something together. Hang out. Whatever you want. I’m still on leave from work since I’m in recovery, and I haven’t done anything fun for a while,” you admitted, a slight blush smattering across your cheeks at your confession.

Bakugo seemed to mull over your words for too long. As you were about to take back your offer in an effort to save face, Bakugo mumbled his response.

“Okay.”

Okay? You could work with “okay.” Hell, it was more than you had expected from him.

“Okay,” you repeated at him, sealing your decision with a small smile.

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Bakugo was an avid rock climber, and even though you were terrified of heights, you agreed to let him pick the activity for the two of you. It was his birthday, after all. He had his personal fair share of ropes, carabiners, and other various equipment, choosing to forego a climbing gym in favor of the open air. Upon arriving cliffside, he finally seemed to notice the nervous buzz that continued to grow around you with each passing moment.

“Everything okay?” he eyed you, gauging the terrified look in your eyes with mostly amusement, sprinkled with a mild dash of concern.

“Yea, I think so. I’ve never done this before. I’m actually terrified of heights.”

You avoided all eye contact with him at your admission, choosing to stare at his shoes instead. They were black with an orange “X” across the top, matching his hero costume. He must have had them custom made.

“Tch. Shitty woman! Why would agree to do this then?!” he started packing up his climbing materials, conceding that this excursion probably wasn’t going to happen anymore.

Without thinking, you reached out, grasping his muscled forearm to halt his actions. You hadn’t thought he would take your feelings into consideration. It had surprised you, and you decided that you wanted to do this for him.

“No, no. Please. I want to do this with you,” you pleaded, looking into the endless red pools that were his eyes.

“Fine, we’ll do the short side of the cliff, then.”

Without another word, he gathered his things and headed down the dirt path to your new destination.

Once you arrived at the designated area, he paused to strap you into a harness, snap on your helmet, and make sure that everything was thoroughly secured before getting himself ready. His quick and efficient movements warmed your belly and caused a stinging pink blush to overtake your cheeks. You had to pinch your inner arm to get yourself under control. He probably just didn’t want to have to deal with the likely outcome of having to scrape your mangled body off the ground later if he risked letting a novice like yourself get geared up on your own.

Bakugo coached you through the entire experience, a soft look of pride on his face as you reached the top of cliffside. The wooded area you were in was well known for its breathtaking views of the river valley, and hiking was something you were much more comfortable with. Bakugo stashed your gear in his backpack as you agreed to hike further up to get a better view of your surroundings.

By the time the two of you reached the top, the sun was starting to set, and the beauty of the landscape that surrounded you nearly took your breath away. The moment seemed to bring a sense of peace and hopefulness that you hadn’t really felt since your husband passed away. You regretfully had isolated yourself from your work, your family, and your friends to mourn your loss alone until you had finally decided to seek help.

Bakugo interrupted your silent reverie. “So, twelve steps, huh? Not that it’s really any of my business, but is there anyone else you need to apologize to?” Bakugo asked curiously, unable to keep the question inside of him any longer.

“Actually, just one,” you blushed, wondering if you should admit the truth to him. “I didn’t really get into much trouble in school, and I got married so young that there wasn’t too much that occurred for me to have any need to apologize. I guess I’m pretty boring,” you admitted, almost ashamed as you compared yourself to such an accomplished man as Bakugo.

“So, who then?” he continued, unknowingly prying into a memory that was directly related to the man himself.

“Monoma,” you chuckled, preparing yourself for Bakugo’s reaction to your admittance. “I punched him actually, back at U.A. Gave him a fat lip.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious? What did that idiot do to you?” Bakugo couldn’t contain his shock that such a sweet, er, boring extra had done such a thing, though it had probably been deserved, considering who it was.

“Erm,” you bit your lip slightly in hesitation, “well, it was about you. He said that he was better than you and that you’d never achieve anything with your head so far up your-” you stopped before you could embarass yourself any further, risking a glance at Bakugo.

The soft colors of the sunset reflected in his eyes as they stared down into your own, a soft smile overtaking his face at your confession. You really were something else. Though his birthday hadn’t gone anything like he’d planned, he was grateful for how it’d turned out.

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By the time the two of you approached the base of your climb, the moon and stars were already out. You were both covered in a sheen of cooling sweat, and your stomach rumbled with hollow rebellion, so loud that Bakugo himself could hear it. A genuine chuckle erupted from his chest, surprising you.

“If you’re hungry, I can feed you. A reward for facing your fear.”

Bakugo was eternally grateful that it was already too dark outside for you to see the tips of his ears turn red. He couldn’t believe that he was inviting you back to his apartment, even for the innocent enough reason as to fill your stomachs.

“Uh, sure, if you don’t mind? I mean I could pick something up on the way home if you’d rather-”

“I hope you like it spicy,” he interrupted your protest, thereby deciding your plans for the evening.

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After the two of you reconnected, you found yourself spending more and more time with Bakugo. He surprised you with how considerate and caring he could be. it was a side that you had never known before, even though you had grown up alongside each other. His good mood from spending time with you began to bleed out into his work life as well, causing him to blow up less during interviews, and public opinion polls were even starting to place the hero above his long-time rival, Deku.

Bakugo supported your sobriety, and you found each other to be a pillar of strength whenever days were particularly hard, whether that be with work or your personal lives. He helped you get to point where you were ready to go back to work, and he even began inviting you to hero events where plus ones were encouraged. Being in your company made the otherwise unbearable evenings seem almost fun.

On one such evening, Bakugo watched from afar as you loaded up your plate with bite-sized appetizers. You looked breathtaking in your elegant dress, your soft face framed with tendrils of hair that completed your stylish updo. Kirishima interrupted Bakugo’s ogling as he followed his line of sight, giving a knowing shove to his shoulder.

“You’ve got to tell her, man.”

“Tell who what, Shitty Hair?” Bakugo grunted, distracting himself by rendering his attention to the band that played on stage.

“You know who, and you know what. And you can drum better than these dudes after a double shift patrolling, so don’t try to act like you’re interested.” Kirishima continued, effectively serving to shut him up. ‘

“You two spend all of your free time together. We haven’t even had a guys night in months. It’s time, man.”

“I don’t want to fuck this up, man. She was married, after all. She’s.... different. I feel different when I’m around her.”

Kirishima’s eyes darted across the room, finding his wife standing beside you, engaged in gossip and weighing in on what dishes were your favorites. “I know exactly what you mean, man. I found someone who made me feel different too. And you know what I did? I married her.”

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Bakugo was no pussy. He knew Kirishima was right, and he knew that he had to confess to you. You were an amazing woman, and if he didn’t at least try, he knew someone else would. He tried to ignore the fear and anxiety that rattled his insides. He knew that you cared for him, but he didn’t know to what extent. And he had never wanted more with a woman. He never wanted to walk beside of someone - to belong to someone, and have them belong to him - the way that he wanted with you. The new feelings threatened to overwhelm him.

You had agreed before that night’s event to stay with Bakugo at his apartment after the evening commenced. The event wouldn’t be over until late, and since both of you planned on having a few drinks, he didn’t want to risk you trying to make it back to your place on your own. The overwhelming need to protect and care you had convinced him to make the offer, even before he’d decided to admit his feelings to you. He just hoped he wasn’t about to ruin things.

You sat at his kitchen island, watching as he poured a drink for the both of you. His own would be a dose of liquid courage, and you simply wanted to enjoy yourself now that you were in the safety of his apartment.

You always felt safe around Bakugo. Safe and happy. You felt feelings around him that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You watched as he made his way around to the other side of the kitchen island. His suit jacket had been removed, and the top two buttons of his white button-down had been undone. You couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that spread within you from the center of your body, making its way outward and making you feel too hot, still in your formal dress.

“Bak-”

“I have to tell-” he interrupted, stopping you from probably saying something that you shouldn’t. You couldn’t help the way that being around him like this, being beside of him all night like you were his, was making you feel.

“Go ahead, sorry,” you encouraged him to continue.

“I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable by saying this, and you don’t have to say anything back, but... I have feelings for you,” he admitted, getting it all out without even taking a breath, as if taking a pause would deter him from admitting it. Seeing that you didn’t look upset, he decided to continue.

“These last months, spending time with you, have been the happiest times of my life. I feel like I can be myself with you. A better version of myself. You... make me better,” he finally finished, a blush overtaking his face as he paused to take a long swallow of his drink. There. At least now his feelings were out in the open for you to do with as you pleased.

“Bakugo-” you started, not really knowing what to say as his feelings took you by surprise. You could have never in your wildest dreams imagined that he felt the same way that you did. The hard, unyielding, “doesn’t need anyone” hero, Mr. Ground Zero, wanted her? Maybe even loved her?

“You don’t have to say anything. Please. We’ve both been drinking. I can take the couch, you can have my bed, or if that makes you uncomfortable....”

“Bakugo-” you interrupted. He seemed like he might be spiraling. You’d never seen him like this. It was absolutely adorable, and you decided to put the poor man out of his misery.

“Bakugo,” he stopped, letting you finish what you had to say. “I feel the same way. I’ve loved spending time with you and getting to know you better. I want you,” you smiled, your eyes twinkling as you gauged his flustered reaction with adoration.

He made his way to your side of the island, taking your face between his hands, softly holding onto you as if you might break or disappear at any moment. He leaned in to taste your lips, causing you to softly gasp against him. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue between your open mouth, causing it to slide against your own in a battle for dominance.

Your own hands acted without thinking, reaching out to touch his chest, his broad shoulders forming a solid wall in front of you. Your fingers slipped to touch his bare skin where his shirt was unbuttoned, and he let out a deep groan from within. You could feel his heart battering under your right hand like a drum, and you knew that your own heart matched his, in a combination of nerves and excitement that this was finally happening.

He drew back to look into your eyes, and was met with a look of pure lust as he took in your slightly opened mouth, panting and gasping for air. His hand moved around to the back of your head, tangling in the soft strands of your hair and pulling it undone with a gentle tug.

“I want you. Can I take you to bed?” he urged, his voice taking on a husky tone that caused heat to pool into your underwear.

Quickly nodding in response to his request, he picked you up off of the stool you sat on, his strong arms holding onto you as if you were light as a pillow. Your legs wrapped around his body as your hands continued their journey, making your way down his arms and feeling him up, causing a cocky smirk to grace his handsome face.

He leaned in as he made his way into the bedroom, pressing his lips to your neck to gently suckle the skin there, causing a gasp to tumble from your lips.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered to you, causing you to redden even more than the actions that the two of you were performing.

He released your body, causing you to land softly on his bed. You were overwhelmed with the smell of him. Knowing that you were in the safe space where he laid every night, and thinking about what you were about to do in said bed, caused a sinful warmth to overtake you body, filling you with need for the man in front of you.

Bakugo crawled on top of you, a knee between your legs and the other resting outside of them, causing a delicious pressure to graze against your heat. He continued to kiss down your neck and across your exposed collarbone.

You untucked his dress shirt from his pants, pushing your fingers up and under to graze his chiseled abs. Fuck. You wanted this man and he was entirely too clothed right now. You pushed his chest, and having not expected it, he fell onto his back with a soft thump against the mattress. You straddled him, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, revealing his naked torso to you. You leaned down to mimic his earlier actions, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. You could feel him grow harder underneath you, the thin material of your dress leaving very little in a way of a barrier.

Your body started to act out on its own, softly grinding against him as his erection pressed into your thigh. His hands slid under the bottom of your dress, grazing your entire body with his fingertips as he pulled to soft material over your head, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie.

His eyes drank you in, and the look he gave you caused your core to throb. You unzipped his trousers, palming him through his underwear before you shuffled down the bed to pull his pants from his legs. The massive tent in his underwear caused a thrill of excitement to rush through you, a fresh wave of wetness joining your already damp underwear.

You crawled back up his body and you started to kneel, intending to remove the last barrier between you and his naked body, until his hand moved up, grazing against your inner thigh to softly cup your wet panties. He gently rubbed against you, causing a needy moan to escape your lips as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’ve let you take control for long enough, baby.”

He shoved his knee back between your thighs, flipping you over with ease as he leaned down to kiss your breasts, covered in the thin lace of your bra. Your nipples pushed against the fabric, and his lips gently bit down on them, locating them with ease, causing you to let out a long moan. His fingertips teased their way into the side of your panties, finally touching your bare sex and momentarily grazing where you wanted him the most.

He lifted his fingers back up to his lips, tasting your sweetness as he closed his eyes to savor the flavor. As he reopened his eyes again to look at you, he looked almost as if he were a man possessed. Driven by love and lust, he ripped your bra and panties off as if they were made of paper.

He made his way between your thighs, nipping and biting the soft skin along the way, before taking a long slow lick across your entire slit. He kissed the skin there as if he were kissing your mouth, making love to your pussy and letting you know just how long he had wanted to do this to you. He slid his tongue in and out of you, drinking down your essence as it spilled from your body. He moved his mouth up to gently suckle your clit, swirling circles around it and flicking back and forth with gentle pressure.

He leaned up to insert a finger into you, feeling as your body clamped around the digit. He massaged you from inside, adding another finger to prime your needy body for his cock.

He leaned over you again, coming face to face with you as his fingers continued their actions, kissing your lips as his hard member grazed against your lower belly. You threw your head back as your climax suddenly took over your body, causing a fresh wave of wetness to coat his fingers. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

He looked into your eyes again, asking for final permission, which you answered by grasping your hand around his firmness. You pumped him a few times, lining him up with the center of your body. He leaned down, pushing into you as you leaned your head back with a long moan. He groaned as he pushed himself all the way into you, feeling as your body clenched around him, still recovering from your recent orgasm. He nuzzled against the side of your face, kissing your lips and neck as he began began to move.

It was like his body was made for you. You were so deliciously filled, and as he began to pick up the pace, he held his hands under your hips to grip your ass, your body meeting his thrust for thrust. Your whole body was shaking in pleasure, and he felt himself rabidly losing control. He released one side of your body to reach the front of your body, massaging your clit as he continued to thrust into you, causing another orgasm to crash over you, your body squeezing him as he groaned out in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted out, his movements getting sloppier as he chased his own release.

“Cum, Katsuki. Cum in me.”

His name leaving your lips with such sweet, sinful desire pushed him over the edge. He pushed one final thrust into you before he emptied himself inside you.

He leaned over the side of your body, remaining inside you as you each caught your breath. He rolled over onto his back, wrapping his arms around you to carry you with him, your head laying on his chest. You couldn’t contain the emotions that you felt for this man.

“I love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, thinking back to that day in the lunch room, and about just how wrong you were. “You’re not unloveable, you are my beloved, and you mean so much to me.”

He couldn’t help the tears in his eyes at your words as he leaned up to kiss the top of your head to utter his response. “I love you, too.”

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After the two of you had had a chance to catch your breath, you took a shower together, taking turns under the stream of water to wash each others backs and sneak little touches here and there, gradually getting each other worked up all over again. You stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel and dressing yourself in one of Bakugo’s shirts, which was more like a dress on you.

You made your way over to the bed, snuggling into his side as he reached around, cheekily grabbing a handful of flesh. You looked up at him from under your eyelashes, softly touching his cheek as you engaged your quirk, slowing down time as the two of you consumed each other.

“No need to rush, Katsuki. We only have forever.”

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Update

So I finished part 2 of my Bakugo x reader fic, and it is very smutty. (Just need to proof/edit before I can post). So, prepare your holy water if you aren’t ready for that. 😝

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Obligatory reblog for time zones. Thank you to everyone who has read so far, commented, and/or reblogged. I really appreciate it!

Part 2 of this story:

https://mariahschoices.tumblr.com/post/190002611367/beloved

Unloveable

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader/OC

Word Count: 2726

Theme: Angst (for now)

Cold. Desperate. Alone. Numb. The quiet click-clack sounds of the clock on the wall slowed as you activated your quick, stretching the time between clicks from seconds, to minutes, to hours. It couldn’t be real. If you could slow down time, you wouldn’t have to accept your new reality. You wouldn’t have to accept what had happened. You tipped back the bottle in your hand, draining the last of its contents as you sat on the cold hardwood floor of your kitchen, blacking out from the truth. He was gone.

Ten years ago. UA High School.

Bakugo half listened as he stared out the window of the classroom. Aizawa was droning on about some bullshit he’d already studied months ago. Bakugo took it upon himself to learn as much as he could so that he stayed ahead of his classmates. He was determined to become the number one hero. The explosive quirk that he possessed allowed him to essentially fly, blow shit up, and put any villain that got in his way in their place. It wasn’t enough to possess a powerful quirk, however. He also trained for countless hours each day, making sure that he was in peak physical condition, regardless of his quirk. There were quirk erasing drugs being developed after all, and he had to be prepared for any kind of fight. He also studied more than anyone realized, making sure that his grades stayed at the top of his class, even though to his peers, it seemed like he couldn’t care less about the “wisdom” his teachers sought to bless him with.

Bakugo’s thoughts drifted to the events of yesterday’s training session. He had been paired with a female student from class 1B. He didn’t even know your name, but he knew of you due to the remarkable quirk that you possessed. You had the ability to slow down or speed up time for yourself, as well as anyone you happened to be touching at the time. Your amazing abilities allowed you to slow down your perception of reality and the events occurring around you, allowing you to easily anticipate and dodge physical attacks and predict the movements of villains, or in this case, Bakugo. It was really quite enchanting to watch you fight. To the onlookers in the class, your movements were nearly imperceptible, as you were able to stay one step ahead of your opponent. You even got a few hits in on Bakugo before he came to his senses and blew you away, landing flat on your ass at the edge of the training grounds.

Bakugo’s cheeks flushed pink as he thought about the way you’d walked away from the match with grace, even with an injury, still proud of your progress and your ability to land more than one hit on the highly ranked student from class 1A.

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Unloveable

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader/OC

Word Count: 2726

Theme: Angst (for now)

Part 2 of this story:

https://mariahschoices.tumblr.com/post/190002611367/beloved

Ten years ago. UA High School.

Bakugo’s blush transformed and evolved into red as anger and embarrassment overtook his feelings. How could he allow some extra to get a hit in on him, much less more than one?

The bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch. Bakugo found his usual seat beside of Kirishima, who paused his conversation only momentarily to acknowledge Bakugo before continuing on about how “manly” yesterday’s match had been.

Bakugo’s eyes roamed the lunchroom, deciding to look for you against his own accord. He didn’t want to become distracted from his goals over a few hits some random extra from 1B had gotten in on him. His eyes found yours from across the room, pulling your attention from your meal like a magnetic force. Bakugo left his seat, deciding to give you a piece of his mind.

“Hi, Bak-” he stopped you before you could even finish greeting him, noting as his face took on a sneer, his eyes squinted in your direction as he looked at you with what could only be described as disgust.

“Listen, you’re nothing but a shitty extra. You will never touch me again. Your quirk is shitty and you should just give up trying to be a hero. I wish you would just speed up time so we could leave this school and I could beat your ass and never have to see your ugly face again! I will become the number one hero!”

He didn’t know why he was so compelled to blow up on you, physically and metaphorically. He’d never fought someone like you before, and he didn’t like the way it made him feel. He’d always somewhat admired your quirk, but he couldn’t allow anyone to get in his way of becoming the top hero on the food chain.

Tears started to well in your eyes at his cruel display. You knew Bakugo was pretty notorious around UA for being an ass, but you figured he would at least respect you due to your powerful quirk. You swore you thought that you’d even seen a glimmer of admiration in his eye yesterday, before he’d come to his senses and blown you up of course. You couldn’t refrain from unleashing the word vomit that climbed up your throat like bile in response to Bakugo’s outburst.

“Fuck you, Bakugo. I will be a hero. it doesn’t matter how strong you are, because no one will ever love an asshole like you, no matter how many people you save. You’re an emotionless, unloveable dick!”

Bakugo’s hands crackled in anger. He wanted to blast your fucking face off. Barely containing his fury, he adjusted the blast to direct just in front of you, blowing up the lunch table and sending the remainder of your food flying in all directions. He quickly left the lunch room, which was still filled with students that had been stunned into silence. He quickly darted out of the room, turning the corner before anyone could see the glistening of tears that threatened to spill out from his eyes. He would show everyone how great of a hero he could be.

Ten years and six months forward. Present day.

Bakugo unlocked his apartment door with heavy-lidded eyes, acting as a barely functioning zombie, only able to perform routine tasks that didn’t require much thought or effort. Another exhausting day of hero work. He shoved his shoes off by the door, shuffling to his bedroom to take off the rest of his hero costume. The day had started with another irritating interview. He’d had to share the stage with fucking Deku, as the pair currently designated the top of the hero list. No one could deny that Bakugo was stronger, smarter, and obviously better looking than Deku, but he simply couldn’t beat the nerd in the eyes of public opinion. Though he had softened somewhat over the years, Bakugo still wasn’t a kiss ass, politically correct, family friendly hero. He was there to do a job and that job was to kick villain ass. All the interviewer could be bothered with was questions about his personal life, not about how many people he had saved or how important his work was.

After the interview, he'd had to resume his normal patrols and hero work, saving over 30 civilians in a shopping center attack. But, of course Deku had been nearby due the recently conducted interview, having shown up at the last minute to smile for the cameras and answer questions for the journalists, essentially getting credit for the win by doting on his adoring public.

Bakugo just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep through the next day. He was finally getting a day off from work for the first time in nearly a month. He’d been invited out for drinks by Kirishima, the only person he’d kept in touch with from UA, and the closest person to what he could call a friend.

He took a quick shower and got redressed, telling himself that he’d just have one drink and then be able to go home and go to sleep. Shitty Hair had a wife and kids now after all, and he couldn’t be out too late without catching a shit fit from his woman. Bakugo had to take Kirishima up on his offers to hang out whenever they were offered, due to them both having busy schedules in addition to his duty to make time for family life.

Bakugo didn’t have his own family. Kirishima was the closest and only thing he had in the way of friendships, and he was extremely single. Sure, he was a man with needs and he’d had his fair share of one night stands with Ground Zero groupies who’d wanted to have angry sex for one night only that they could tell all of their friends about. But Bakugo had never really had a relationship, unless you counted the three-week-long distraction he’d had with his last assistant, before she was reassigned to another hero.

Bakugo scrolled through his socials, waiting on Kirishima to get back from the bar with their drinks. A notification popped up, alerting him that a DM had been sent, probably from another wannabe hero fucker. Opening up his inbox, the round profile picture accompanying the new message caught his attention.

His thoughts went back to that day in the lunch room. The words that were spoken there had haunted him for years, becoming louder and louder in his mind’s eye as the burnout and exhaustion from hero work started to take over his daily life. The name accompanying the side of the photo confirmed his suspicions. It was you, sending him a message when he hadn’t seen you in over ten years. He couldn’t help his curiosity as he clicked to read what you had to say.

“Hi, Bakugo. Or should I say Ground Zero now? Anyway, you may not remember me, but I was hoping I could meet up with you. I have something I’d like to discuss with you, and I think it would be best if we talked in person.”

You had just finished reading the message whenever Kirishima returned to the booth with your drinks. Upon seeing your slightly dazed expression, his eyes connected with the image of the classmate you two had shared many years ago.

“What’s up, man? Why is she messaging you?”

Kirishima was the only person who really knew how your words had effected him all of those years ago, slowly eating away at him as he worked his way up in the hero world, while his personal life simultaneously suffered. Maybe there had been some validity to your statements all of those years ago. After all, Bakugo was going home to an empty apartment, while the majority of your peers were living fulfilling lives and had families of their own.

“I don’t know, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo spat out, his first response in most social interactions being frustration. “She wants to meet up with me in person to talk about something.”

“Well, you’re off tomorrow. Message her back. it’s not like you have anything better to do,” Kirishima admonished, encouraging you to seek some social interaction outside of himself and your work.

Curiosity outweighing his better judgement, Bakugo began to type out a response to the girl whose words he’d never been able to quite get out of his head.

“Hey, there’s a coffee shop near my apartment....”

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The next day, you sat across Bakugo at the cafe, clinging to your coffee cup like a lifeline. He’d insisted on paying for your drinks, even though you had been the one to invite him out. The action had surprised you, and you continued to mull over this thought as a distraction whenever he interrupted your internal monologue.

“Well, I’m here. What was so important that you wanted to meet up? You know I’m busy being the top hero around here. Don’t you know that my time is important?” Bakugo couldn’t let you know that he’d actually had the day off, and that you’d probably saved him from another day of dreaded self-reflection.

You decided to let it slide that Deku was actually the top hero, focusing on what was important, and the reason that you had decided to message Bakugo in the first place.

“I, so, you know we went to school together...” you started awkwardly, not really knowing how to approach the topic at hand with someone so brash as Bakugo.

“Tch, no shit. Tell me something that I don’t already know,” he interrupted.

Deciding to try and be as direct as possible, you started again.

“Bakugo, I contacted you because I need to apologize, as part of my program. It is one of the twelve steps to make amends with anyone we feel we have harmed.”

Your words instantly quieted Bakugo; meanwhile, his inner thoughts were taking a wild ride. Program? Apology? Surely you couldn’t be talking about that day. He had been such an ass in school, to you and to nearly everyone else, and he couldn’t really blame you for what you’d said that day. After all, you had been right. He didn’t have anyone is his life that really loved him.

“About six months ago, my husband passed away,” you swallowed, struggling to continue, “he passed away during the League of Villains attack at the college. He sacrificed himself to get that room of students evacuated In time...”

Bakugo was familiar with the incident. He had been called in as backup, but it was too late to save your husband. He was a decent enough guy as far as Bakugo knew. A minor league hero that he was familiar with. Truthfully, at the time, he had admired him for his sacrifice, almost wishing that it had been him instead. After all, he knew that the hero had a wife at home who would be left a widow, even though he hadn’t known it was you, and....

He stopped his train of thought before his expression could give anything away. After all, how could he sit there feeling sorry for himself whenever he was sitting across from the very woman who had been left behind.

“Anyway, when he passed away. I went into a very deep depression that was nearly impossible for me to get out of. I used my quirk to slow down the passing of time. I couldn’t face the thought of his funeral, so I just drank and drank until I couldn’t feel anymore...”

Bakugo watched as the first tear spilled over your red-rimmed eyes, giving away that this wasn’t your first bout of tears today. He resisted the urge to reach out and wipe the tear from your cheek.

“Anyway, I stretched time to the point where a matter of days felt more like months for me, and I finally realized I needed help whenever Uraraka came over and took me to the hospital. They had to pump my stomach and I entered a rehab facility... now as part of the program I need to make amends with you Bakugo. It may not have even affected you at all, I know you’re a really strong person and nothing gets to you, but that day in the lunch room, when I told you that you were unloveable...” you paused, choking on air as the tears that spilled out threatened to overwhelm you, “I am truly sorry. I know what it feels like to have love gone from your life, and I truly wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Bakugo didn’t know what to say or do. How could you sit here and apologize after what you had been through? He didn’t deserve your tears, and he felt an undercurrent of emotions that he hadn’t felt in a very long time towards anyone. Sympathy and regret.

“You don’t need to apologize, but thank you.”

Bakugo’s words dried up your tears almost instantly, and you couldn’t help the look of surprise that crossed your features.

“You were right, actually. About what you said.”

Clearly he wasn’t remembering the day in question the same way that you were. Bakugo was a top hero. Obviously he was loved. He had thousands of fans. He had gotten everything he’d ever wanted and worked towards.

“I’m sorry, Bakugo. Let me explain. When I said you were...”

“An unloveable dick?” he interrupted.

“An unloveable dick - yes, wait... so you do remember?” you yelped out with surprise.

“I do. And you were right.”

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Hot hot hot.

Darkest Desires

A/N: I went HARD on this fic, oops. This came to me out of nowhere and I needed to write it. Thank you to @lady-bakuhoe @ikinabi and @burnedbyshoto for being all for this. Come get some good ass food, @katsukisprincess, hopefully it’ll make your day.

Warnings: Smut. Slight (?) cheating.

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stay - katsuki bakugou

warnings: swearing

The warm morning sunlight split through a crack through the curtains, the warmth of the sun heating your skin up.

You sat in your tired boyfriend’s lap, his head lazily snuggled into your chest as he finally began to wake up from his sleepy daze.

His ash-blonde hair was fluffy and messy, spread all around the place in typical bed-head fashion. You ran your hands through his golden locks, rearranging the soft strands of hair. He let out quiet moans as you did so, snuggling his face further into your chest.

A small fond smile slipped onto your face as he did so, your hands moving from his hair to cup his soft cheeks. His tired red eyes connected with your bright e/c ones, a lazy smile slipping onto his face as he stared up at you.

It was rare to see Bakugou so soft and vulnerable, as he described it. You loved it. You loved the look in his eyes that he didn’t even try to hide and that smile that popped up as he stared at you, leaning into your touch as he woke up from his sleepy daze.

He really did love you.

Your hands moved from his cheeks to wrap around his neck, his face now moving up to snuggle into the crook of your neck.

His warm hands began to roam your body while his soft lips pressed against the skin between your neck and collarbone.

You gently rubbed the back of his neck, enjoying his warm and comforting embrace. His hands landed on your hips, his face pulling away from his neck to stare at you.

His lips connected with yours multiple times like you were his last source of oxygen, and in his mind, you were.

You both stared deep into each other’s eyes, small smiles forming on your faces as you stared at each other.

“I love you,” his voice sounded like heaven. “I really do, y/n.”

“I love you too, Katsuki,” you admitted, pulling yourself closer to him. “I’ve never loved someone harder than you.”

His thumbs moved to begin rubbing circles into your hips, his lips pressing against yours. His lips were soft and plump against yours, they felt like silk. He touched you like you were the most delicate thing in the universe, his hands never moving to leave your body.

He pulled your hands from his neck, his lips still moving with yours as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss, resting your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath. Your lungs felt like they were burning, but you didn’t care, you were with him.

He pulled you up onto his chest as he laid down, the warm sunlight hitting your skin. The contrast of the warm sunlight on your cold skin felt like heaven, but then again, maybe it was Bakugou’s hands rubbing circles into your hips that made you feel like that.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his hand moving to gently grasp your chin. “What did I ever do to deserve someone as perfect as you?”

He moved your face so he could observe every aspect of your face. Your face began to bloom red at all his staring, his hands moving to slowly move up your stomach before running down your sides as he connected his lips with yours again.

“Please stay with me forever,” he whispered as he pulled away. “Please just stay.”

“I will.” You promised, your pinky hooking around his own as you stared down at him. “Why would I want to leave you anyway?”

He smiled softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he pulled you down into another passionate kiss for the 100th time.

He just couldn’t get enough of you.

And you couldn’t get enough of him, either.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #soft bakugou #bnha bakugou

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hey i love you so much thank you for taking the time out of your day to write for us thirsty hoes! could i request a scenario (you can choose the prompt, i don’t care) where bakugou is being suuuuuuuper soft to his fem s/o? i love soft baku but not many people write soft for him :((. thank you so much 🥺🥺

sweet like honey | soft!bakugou x reader (sfw)

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a/n: i love YOU so much, thank you for being so sweet 🥺

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It was yet another busy night in the UA dorm common room as friends bustled about, some coming from training or extra classes and some leaving for adventures in the city. The Bakusquad was sat on the couches as they played video games, munching on snacks that Kaminari brought back from the store. Bakugou himself was on his phone, scrolling through messages he had sent to you and wondering where you were. He was feeling particularly needy, and if it was up to him, he’d be wrapped around you in bed right now. You were making this impossible by ignoring him for the last hour.

He got up with a huff, ignoring his friend’s protests and questions and went out to find you. This wasn’t a hard task; you and the rest of the girls were loud as shit and he could hear your voice alone through Ochaco’s door. He pounded on the wood, waiting, and pounding again when no one answered.

An angry Momo was the one who finally swung it open. Katuski hushed her complaints, pushed past her, and found you in the sea of girls.

There was no shame in his actions as he scooped you up, tossed you over his shoulder, and started to walk out the door.

“Guys nooooo, save me!” You held you hands towards your friends and giggled, your hair falling messily around you. This wasn’t a new thing for your boyfriend to do, but it didn’t stop you or your friends from getting slightly annoyed every time.

“What was that for, tough guy? I was having a girls night!” Bakugou plopped you on his bed, and when he practically crawled into your lap without saying anything, you knew something was wrong. “Baby? What’s going on?”

Once again, he didn’t speak, he only picked up your hand and plopped it into his hair, a clear signal for you to rub on him. Moving from your sitting position to laying on your back, you pulled up on Katsuki and he shuffled up to bury his face in your neck, his arms going around you to pull you against him. He sighed, nuzzling his face in slightly and pressing a kiss to your neck.

You two laid in silence for what felt like an hour, your hands scratching every inch of what you could reach on his body and him nuzzling in every once in awhile. Katsuki got like this sometimes, so you weren’t extremely worried, but it was still very rare. He had a big tough guy act to keep up around everyone, even you, but sometimes he just wanted to be held and loved on, which you were more than happy to follow through with.

Eventually he pulled his body up, shifting so every inch of his body was on top of yours. He held his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his legs kicking yours open so your thighs were hoisted on his. It was hot under his embrace due to his body temperature, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

Katsuki rested his forehead on yours with a hum and closed his eyes.

“I fucking love you.” He pressed his wet lips, raw from his teeth peeling skin off, all along your face and your neck, down to your collarbone and back up again. “So god damn much.” He moved on his forearm so one hand slipped under your head, cradling it as his thumb brushed along your hair in consistent swipes. His crimson eyes were intense and very, very soft.

“I love you so much more, Katsu.” You whispered, but he shook his head, his nose rubbing against yours.

“Idiot, that’s not possible.” Your lips twitched up in a smile at the name, feeling wisps of the normal Bakugou come through his mood. He returned the smirk and closed the distance to kiss you.

His pouty lips were always soft, but especially so tonight. There was no fight for dominance, no dancing of tongues, just skin on skin. Katsuki wanted to savor every touch, every smell, every taste right here in this moment. His chest was bursting with emotion, and even if he had a hard time expressing how he felt with words, he hoped he was showing you the amount of love he had for you through the way his lips embraced your own.

Oh, you were sweet like honey.

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Hot AF.

Under the Mistletoe

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: smut, cursing, fluff

word count: 8,467

a/n: I didn’t want to edit this last night so lmao… sorry!!!!! anyways, this is super cute and yall should like…..read it :D

Synopsis: The mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. Too bad Todoroki Shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

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“So you’re telling me that when two people meet under a mistletoe they have to…” Shouto trails off as he looks at the green plant nestled in between his fingers. “They have to—”

“They have to fuck, yes,” Kaminari nods his head.

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Awesome story!!

Crimson Petals (Hanahaki AU)

There were three things you were absolutely certain of: 1. You were head over heels in love with Bakugou Katsuki 2. He would rather jump off a skyscraper than love you back 3. You were dying because of your unrequited feelings

You had the Hanahaki disease and that was a fact you needed to come to terms with. You had to face the hardest decision of your life, but how does one choose between life and death when unconditional love is at stake?

You had no idea, that the decision you would make that day, would end up causing a confusing flurry of emotions and pain, but sometimes life worked in mysterious ways. After all was said and done, would fate bring you the happiness you deserved?

[Bakugou x Reader ¦ Teen ¦ cursing, hanahaki, suggestive topics]

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

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It’s All Coming Back To Me

Word Count: 7603

Rating: Adult content

Description: Six years after abandoning Ilena to join the army and fight in the war started by Anton Severus and the Sons of Earth, Drake is back in Cordonia.

I haven’t really written (as you guys know (sorry)) for months, so please go easy on me!

Tagging: @andy-loves-corgis @sleepwalkingelite @rtinaz @addictedtodrakefanfic

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Honestly, Drake wasn’t exactly excited to be back in Cordonia, but Liam was so pleased that his best friend had returned that he had downright insisted on Drake’s attendance at this evening’s ball, and who was Drake to decline an order from a king?

The ballroom is abuzz with people and in his attempts to wriggle by the cream of Cordonian high society toward the bar, Drake concludes he hasn’t missed court one bit.

“‘Scuse me, sorry, ‘scuse me, can I just get by please…” No one acknowledges his presence; no change there.

Something that had changed was Drake; gone was the simple grey suit he had always felt so out of place in, replaced with a sleek black evening suit complete with three golden stripes and a Cordonian Ruby insignia on the arm.

A group of people milling around with champagne are all that separate him from the bar and subsequently the drink or three he needs to take the edge off of the evening.

“‘Scuse me.” He announces himself as politely as he can but none of the group seem to hear him. Gently placing his hand on the shoulder of a petite woman in a green dress, he tries to edge his way through. “Sorry ma’am, just need to squeeze by you.”

“Who are you calling ma’am?”

It’s an accent so distinctive that it stops Drake in his tracks and his hand flies instantly back to his side as though her skin were made of fire. Spinning around on her heel, the woman in question draws a sharp gasp at the sight of the man before her.

“Oh…!”

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Thanks for the tag, @pug-bitch I’ll bite!

Married, dating, single? Dating - for a little over 5 years now. I think I’ve given up on the idea of marriage.

Happily? For the most part, most days. There’s always room for improvement.

Worst insult you’ve ever received? I was bullied quite a lot in elementary and middle school (the usual - about how fat and ugly I was considered to be by a group of popular boys). It toughened me up quite a bit to those kinds of insults. The worst thing I think I’ve been told is that I was essentially a worthless, lazy, sack of shit who wasn’t worth a damn (by an ex).

Best compliment you’ve ever received? I can’t really recall.

Have kids? Nope. Another thing I don’t think will ever happen for me, though I’m less bitter about it than the marriage thing.

Want kids? Doubt it. I can barely afford to keep myself alive, and it would be exponentially expensive for me to even attempt to get pregnant since I’m not in a heterosexual relationship.

First name? Mariah

Current strange food choice? It’s not really a food, but I’ve always been a salt fiend. I would chew on paper salt packets at school lunch, and sneak behind the living room lounger to shake the salt shaker into my mouth. I’ve read that this addiction to salt means I’m a super taster?

Favorite snack? Comfort foods. Anything with cheese, bread, or a combination (though I try to go mostly gluten free these days).

State you live in? Ohio

Favorite color? Turquoise/teal and black

Favorite flower? I like to receive peach roses. Orchids are also pretty. I’ve never much been into plants to know what kinds I like. I just know if I like something whenever I see it.

Hobby besides writing/reading? YouTube is a big one. I also have my shows. Music and video games as well.

Dream vacation? Why? I’ve always wanted to go to Bali and stay in one of those little huts on the water. Also, I’d like to the see the remaining wonders of the world. A lot of places in Europe; London, Paris, several cities in Italy, etc.

I want to know my mutuals better!

Anybody want to participate?

Married, dating, single? Married

Happily? Sometimes 🤣

Worst insult you’ve ever received? To “just cut my wrists and let the fat bleed out” fresh out of high school. 🙄

Best compliment you’ve ever received? That I’m a good cook and a good friend.

Have kids? Yep, 2 boys!

Want kids? Most days 🤣🤣🤣

First name? Erin

Current strange food choice? Pizza and pickles together, lol

Favorite snack? Hmm…parmesan garlic pretzel bites

State you live in? FL

Favorite color? Orange

Favorite flower? Gardenias

Hobby besides writing/reading? Woodwork and sublimation 😁

Dream vacation? Why? All 50 states and I’d also like to travel to Ireland! Because I LOVE to travel, love love love it! I want to see the world!

Tagging: @leelee10898 @ao719 @riseandshinelittleblossom @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @ritachacha @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @stiles-o-dylan24 @lettersofwrittencollective @bobasheebaby @emceesynonymroll @indiacater @katedrakeohd @lovehugsandcandy @tabithacarlisle

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Something real (m!Raleigh Carrera x MC)

Platinum, m!Raleigh Carrera x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! It’s Perrie again, all the way from vacation! I was sneaking moments of writing and was hit with an opportunity of a lifetime… and by that I mean, I was stuck in a car for the past four hours, so I finished the fic I’ve been writing since I left :D

It’s long. AND I SINNED.

Enjoy! <3

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Rose never was a type of person to party excessively. Sure, she went to the club every once in a while, but it was more of a ‘going out for a drink with friends’ type of thing. Now that she was a singer, she was expected to be seen in public, dancing, meeting people, having fun in general.

That meant that going out to clubs was becoming her typical Saturday night, at least two times a month. At first she felt out of place, not having a lot of experience with dancing, such places not being exactly her thing, but that changed with time. Now, having Avery, Zadie and Raleigh by her side, she was in her zone.

Raleigh Carrera.

If someone who didn’t follow latest gossip asked her about her relationship with the singer, she’d ask them to sit down for it was a long story. They went through a long journey just to get where they were now. From friends to fake lovers to ex-fake lovers to secret lovers to… now. Now, they were together. Really together, out in the open, free to do as they please. And they loved every minute of it. Between dates in public, just for the sake of paparazzi, and various shows connected with their jobs, they spent as much time together in private as they could.

Long evenings under the blanket, hugging or sleeping after a stressful day. Kissing until their breaths would abandon them, leaving signs on each other’s bodies, marking them both. Endless nights of passion, where they explored their bodies inch by inch, unbothered by time, by their responsibilities. It was them and no one else.

She remembered the day they made their new relationship public. After four months of sneaking around, of stealing kisses when they thought no one was looking (and for the most part no one was… except maybe for a few times they were walked in on by Fiona or Avery, but both said nothing at the time, teasing them about it later on), of leaving each other’s apartments at dawn to avoid being spotted by anyone, they were finally putting stop to this.

The whole idea was, surprisingly, by Raleigh himself. He said he was tired of not being able to hold her hand in public, of not being able to hold her close when they were out together, of having to hear rumors and whispers about how the tension between them was tough to watch (even though there definitely was tension, just not the kind those people thought it was), of having to watch as men threw themselves at her, not being able to stop them from doing so. It drove him nuts, often made him angry, which resulted in very intense and very vocal moments of intimacy between them, not that either minded.

His plan was to simply go out for a date, hold her hand, kiss her a couple of times, just to let the paparazzi have their share of pictures. As it turned out, Rose had much different idea of how that day should go.

As soon as they were out in public, her arm went behind his back, her hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans effortlessly and confidently. He smirked at the action, his own arm mirroring the action, earning a cheeky grin from her.

While they strolled through the park, the very same place they went for their first fake date, a small spark of mischief crossed her face, her arm left his body and seconds later she was jumping into his arms. The momentum got them both tumbling to the ground, her body on top of his. Before he got to ask what and why she did that, her lips were on his, taking his breath away, along with his ability to think straight. If it wasn’t for her mind still working, even if only a little, he would have stripped them both down and taken her right then and there, for all the people to see. Fortunately, she stopped him in time, pecking him one last time before letting him pull her to her feet, resuming their walk as though nothing had happened.

As expected, the photos ran all over the news. Everywhere they looked, there they were, holding hands, hugging, kissing, dancing. It was all there, it was out, no coming back now. The beginning of their relationship in public, the end of their relationship in complete privacy.

That being said, the fact that their relationship status was known came with its perks. Raleigh no longer had to worry about some wannabe actor hitting on her, and Rose no longer had to worry about some model, who came from under a rock, spreading rumors about her hookup with him. The more they were seen together, the more stable their relationship was getting, the more people were aware of what they could and couldn’t do around them.

Not that it stopped everyone.

There was this one instance in which a young man was either not aware of the situation, or he didn’t care. The moment he chose to step up to talk to Rose was his biggest mistake. His hands were on her almost immediately, he tried to sound seductive, but judging by the look on her face, was failing miserably, and it made her laugh. All she saw was Raleigh, so she didn’t pay much mind to the man, but to Raleigh it didn’t matter, because he reacted like he always did. Abruptly and some may say excessively.

He walked over to them, pulled on Rose’s hand and hauled her onto him, a smirk on his face as he moved them out of the room, his lips fitting against her. Later, after he had his way with her, he confessed that his blood boiled, and he couldn’t stop himself.

From that night on, Raleigh made it his point to make it perfectly known to every human being on this planet that they were both taken.

Rose walked into the club that night, Avery and Zadie by her side. Music was loud, it was hot, and people were everywhere. They made their way to the private booth, ordered drinks, and after a short while, they decided to dance.

Avery was a brilliant dancer, even though when someone pointed it out to him, he said nothing about it. It was one of the perks of being a singer, the perfect understanding of rhythm and music. Zadie fought for a long time before Rose managed to get her out to the dancefloor, but when she finally relented, it was quickly known that she too can hold herself pretty nicely.

Rose didn’t have trouble with dancing, not after way too many dancing sessions with Raleigh. Starting with his lesson in the club back in the day, and all those evenings where they would sway from side to side, with music or without it, bodies close, brushing against one another.

She was so immersed in the conversation with Avery that she failed to notice Raleigh coming up to them. Only when she felt his hands on her hips and his breath, fanning over her neck, did she know that he was there. He placed a hot, long kiss to her shoulder, hugging himself to her from behind.

“Did any of these assholes mess with you?” he muttered into her ear, causing her to look over to the other side of the room. Three men were there, all looking at her with intense stares. She laughed, turning over to face her boyfriend, his arms wrapping around her instantly. Her fingers played with strands of his hair softly.

“No. You’ve marked your territory so hard, they’re scared to even say ‘hello’.”

“Good.” He responded before turning to their friends. “You don’t mind if I kidnap her for a while, do you?” they shook their heads, laughing as he pulled her away to the dancefloor.

His hands were everywhere on her body, his intentions clear as day. Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them closer, their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed for a little while. The music was pulsing through them, the world around them disappearing. He leaned back slightly, looking into her eyes as he said something. His lips were moving as he spoke, but she couldn’t hear him over the music, so she shook her head, letting him know just that. He then pressed his lips to her ear, the whole world suddenly silent.

“I’ve missed you.” his warm voice filled her head. Giggling softly, she mirrored his actions so they could talk.

“You saw me three hours ago.”

“And it’s been too long if you ask me. And now I see you, looking like that…” he trailed off, his hands moving across her back.

“Like what?” she teased him, her grip on his hair tightening slightly, a low groan slipping out of his lips.

“Like you’re just waiting for someone to devour you.” he growled into her ear, her whole body suddenly on fire.

“Oh yeah? And who could possibly want to do that?” leaning back with a sly grin she asked. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes as his hands pressed her closer to him. It was her turn to moan, her control slipping away from her grasp.

“If you have to ask that, I’m not doing my job right.”

“You’re not doing your job at all. Am I moaning your name now? No.” she said that with a teasing grin, but the gravity of her words hit her a little too late. His teeth sank into her earlobe, causing her breath to hitch and her hands to hang onto his hair just enough to make his blood rush through his body.

“We’re out of here. When I’m done with you, your throat will be so sore from screaming my name you won’t be able to talk, let alone sing.” There was a deliciously exciting edge in his words, a promise in the way his body moved with her every breath, a threat that she wished would come true. All she could do was nod as Raleigh raised his hand at their friends, signaling that they were leaving. His hand pulled her to the exit so she wasn’t sure if what she saw on their faces was smirking or concern, but she was far too gone and wrapped up in Raleigh’s touch to care.

Hank didn’t say a word as they stumbled into the limo, just pulled up the divider and put on some music to drown out any potential noises. He’s been through that situation enough times to know how to handle it. Raleigh’s hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, pulling on her clothes and pushing her body into the seat. His carefully messed up hair got tangled in her fingers again, and when her body landed on the soft material of the sofa in the back of the car, she pulled on the strands, causing him to groan out loud. Probably louder than he should, but he was beyond the point of caring about anything that wasn’t her.

They were so deeply focused on each other that neither stopped to think about all the people that saw them, tripping on their way to his apartment building. The elevator opened with a soft sound and they threw themselves inside, Raleigh pushing the ‘P’ button for Penthouse with a hasty flick of his palm. His lips found hers almost immediately, without wasting any time, stealing their breaths, causing their hearts to speed up. As soon as the door closed behind them, his hands caught hers, bringing them above her head, gripping her wrists with his one hand as his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Her whimpers were muffled by his lips, their bodies seemed to pulse with pent-up tension and energy. He moved with purpose, with a clear idea of what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted her, where he wanted her.

His knee spread her legs apart, her center rubbing against his thigh as her hands gripped his arms to steady herself. In the dim light of the elevator her cheeks looked more flushed, his eyes looked darker than usually, and in the nearly complete silence, their breaths and whispers sounded like shouts.

“Don’t stop making that noise.” He played her body in any way he wanted, pushing and pulling on her hips, his words falling over her senses like a deep fog, blurring the rest of the world.

“Raleigh…” her lips wrapped around his name, sounding like the most sensual thing he’s ever heard. His grip on her tightened, and when the door opened again, he said a silent thank you. Heavens know he would take her against the mirrored wall of the elevator if he had to wait even a second longer.

She’s been to his apartment a few times, but she always managed to find something new and interesting in there. Like she did now.

His hands pushed on her hips, practically carrying her to the small table by the entrance. From what she remembered, there always was a vase with flowers on it. Now, the table was empty, the vase sitting securely on the ground. He knew he’d take her back here. He prepared for it.

That sneaky man.

She didn’t have time to point it out to him how she obviously saw right through his dirty mind, because his body bumped into hers and she was practically thrown onto the smooth surface of the table, his arms creating a cage, making it impossible for her to escape. Not that she wanted to.

He was looking at her with that deep gaze of his, his eyes warm and big, showcasing his full rage of emotions. From desire, through lust, and covering it all was love. They haven’t really talked about what it meant, they just took it day by day, but the more she stared into his eyes, the more she felt like what they had was something so much more than an infatuation.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” She asked, her voice suddenly vulnerable, feeling stripped of all the protections, nowhere to hide. Like she always felt with him.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” he breathed, his hand stroking her cheek gently. Her eyes fluttered close, a small smile playing on her lips.

She didn’t say a word, only wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, their lips meeting again. Only this time, the kiss was gentle and sweet, nothing of the hot tension and urgency left, no pressure to have, only the need to be.

His hold on her changed, now resembling something more like an embrace, a tender touch to balance out the lust that drove them up to where they were here. His initial plan seemed to have fallen into shambles, abandoned in favor of a new one, because the next thing she knew, his hands were on the back of her thighs, carrying her to his bedroom.

He lit a lamp in the corner of the room, bathing them in the soft light. They were watching each other from the distance, playing a waiting game, like they were both too afraid to come any closer. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as he braced himself for what was about to come.

“I want you so bad.” He stammered, his voice cracking under his emotions.

“I want you too.” She whispered, coming closer to his side, lacing their fingers together. He gripped her tightly, looking at their joined hands with a thoughtful smile.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Something so beautiful. So real.”

A soft press of her lips against his temple made his eyes flutter close, a shuddered breath escaping his lips. She smiled softly, pushing him to the bed, making him sit down. Rose leaned down, her lips grazing his earlobe slightly, teasingly.

“You deserve a world.” She mused under her breath, his hands grabbing her sides slightly. She tilted backwards, running her fingers through his hair softly as she looked at him with a smile. He moaned at her movements, his eyes trained on her. “Let me show you.”

He nodded slightly at her whispered words, allowing her to step away, observing her every move. Her fingers grazed the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, her gaze smoldering and intense as she undressed. She was right out of his reach, so close yet so far. Her hair got tousled when she discarded the material somewhere behind her, tempting him beyond words. His initial plan was to let her finish what she started, but he couldn’t stand to be away from her, and in one move he grabbed her hips, inching her towards him.

Raleigh allowed his head to fall forward, his forehead pressed against her stomach, eyes closed as he breathed her in. His lips touched her skin, hot to the touch, leaving a series of pecks, short but full of emotions. Her fingers found their way back to his hair, combing through the strands in soothing manner.

His hands moved to her bra, removing it slowly, almost as though he was cherishing her body. And perhaps he was. Paying attention to each of her breasts, bringing her to the edge with pinches of his fingers and rolls of his tongue against her skin. Before she knew what he was doing, his fingers hooked behind her underwear sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of it, kicking them to the side before his arms pulled her back to him. His eyes found hers, deep emotions etched into them, blended with a spark of mischief, so typical for him. Keeping their gazes locked, he dove forward, tasting her for the first time.

A deep moan escaped her lips as she almost fell over from the intense sensation. Her fingers flew back to his hair, pulling on it, adjusting the force to his movements. Her lips were open, eyes almost closed as her head fell back, taking deep breaths in desperate efforts to keep herself grounded.

“Eyes on me, Princess.” He growled against her, the vibrations prompting her to moan even louder than before.

She looked back down, his eyes already on her. With a smirk, he grazed the bundle of nerves with his teeth, observing as her breath hitched from the sensation. He was licking her mercilessly, her endless sounds of pleasure a music to his ears.

His hands gripped her hips tighter as she moved against his mouth, stilling her movement. It caused her to groan in frustration, tempting him even more to bring her to the edge. The moment his tongue delved inside of her, she began losing her mind. Her breathing got even more elevated, her hold on his hair intensified and when he moaned her name with his deep, low voice, she got sent right over the edge, holding onto his for dear life. His name fell from her lips, time and time again, until she was out of breath, like it was all she could think of.

Raleigh hugged her to him, his arms wrapped softly around her. A smile played at his lips, her satisfaction the first thing on his mind. Rose put her hands on his arms, trailing them down his chest, taking his shirt off in one, confident move. He was looking at her, mesmerized, and with a small smirk, she pushed him down onto the bed.

She cupped him through the rough material of his jeans, a choked sigh escaping his lips. Her hands removed his belt, undid the zipper and pulled his pants off, letting it fly somewhere to the back of the room. Her lips pressed against his thigh, teasing their way up to his hip and then down to his bulge. She left a couple of openmouthed kisses there, her hot breath fanning over him through the material. He couldn’t hold back his moans if he tried, and the sounds only increased in volume as she rolled his underwear down his legs. Her fingertip ran from one hip to other, causing his hips to jerk upwards.

“You’re killing me here, baby…” he growled, but didn’t get a chance to say anything else, because her tongue licked a strip up his length.

His eyes slammed shut, head falling against the bed, his back arching. She continued her ministrations for a while, before leaning back, ceasing her actions completely. Confused, he leaned back down, only to see her looking at him with a teasing smile. She crawled on top of his, careful not to let their bodies touch in any way. Her nose brushed against his as she bit her lip.

“Eyes on me, handsome.” She flashed him a smile as she threw his own words back at him, before descending down his body again.

When she was sure she had his attention and his eyes on her, she slowly took him into her mouth. Raleigh fought with the urge to fall against the mattress, his one hand tangling in her long, blonde locks as the other gripped the sheets, keeping him from falling over. The sensation was making his body shake, and when she hummed, vibrations rocking his body to the edges of insanity.

“Rose- oh… come here.” He pulled her back up to him, kissing her tenderly, gathering her in his arms as he laid back on the bed.

They could have been kissing for minutes or for years, and neither would know or care. Tangled in each other, the whole world lost, left behind. He held her close, as close as he could, feeling like he was holding the whole world in his hands. She moved on top of him without thinking, their bodies rubbing against one another, causing them both to moan.

“I want you so much.” he breathed against her lips, flipping them both around, hovering above her. Her hands grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a short kiss.

“Then take me.”

He braced himself on his forearms, their eyes locked as he entered her slowly. They fit against each other like two pieces of the same puzzle, completing each other perfectly. His hand grabbed hers, tangling their fingers, lifting their joined hands to press a gentle kiss to hers.

Their moves were synchronized, perfectly balanced, their thrusts growing in intensity as they climbed higher and higher. He treated her with delicacy that was new to him, but he couldn’t seem to stop treating her like she was made out of glass, like she was the most important thing to him. Rose wrapped her legs around his hips, and pulled his head closer to her, her lips biting his earlobe not so gently.

“Harder, Raleigh. Please…” she groaned into his ear, his body going rigid for a split second.

In the next second, his thrusts became more desperate than before, hitting the exact spot that made her see stars. The bed shook as he picked up his pace, her hips began lifting off the mattress, meeting his every move with one of her own. Her free hand gripped his neck, her fingers grabbing his hair there, fitting their lips together in a kiss. It lacked precision, was more of teeth clashing and chins rubbing against one another, but they couldn’t be bothered to care. Raleigh nipped on her lower lip, his hips still moving, his hand holding hers like he was afraid to let her go.

“You’re mine.” he growled into her mouth, owning her the same way that she owned him.

“I’m yours.” She breathed, her voice nothing more than a whisper. His body tensed a little, giving away that he was nervous, before deciding he no longer cared or could hold himself back.

“I love you.” he looked into her eyes, their movements ceasing completely in a matter of seconds. He fully expected her to push him off, to run, to leave and never see him again. He expected her eyes to widen, to be speechless, but that’s not what was happening.

She smiled. A genuine, full of happiness smile as she leaned up to kiss him softly. When she spoke, her words revealed how vulnerable she felt, and how much he meant to her.

“I love you too.” She whispered, and it was like she hung the sun and the moon in the sky for him.

Their bodies started moving again, more frantically than before, more desperate that ever to reach their climaxes. He worshipped her body the only way he knew how, by making her fall apart with pleasure. His hand left hers, trailing down her body, all the way to the apex of her legs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles there. She was moaning his name, writhing beneath him as they kissed.

Rose could feel her release approaching quickly, the sensation overwhelming her. Her nails dug into Raleigh’s back, causing his lips to fall open as he whimpered, his forehead resting on her collarbone. His hips were snapping against hers mercilessly his lips attacking the skin of her neck.

“Come for me, mi amor.” He growled deeply, hitting that spot within her continuously, and with just a few more strokes, she fell apart with a strangled cry, his name on her lips.

“Raleigh- ah!”

Her body was rocked with the aftershocks, trembling as she rode out her climax, squeezing him tightly, pushing him to his edge. His hips were working relentlessly, he was groaning under his breath. She leaned down, kissing his ear before whispering.

“That’s it Raleigh, fall apart. Come on, I want to see you come, I want to see your face twist in pleasure. I want to hear the man I love scream my name as he climaxes.” She talked him through his final moments, and when he heard her use the word love again, he didn’t need anything else.

“Rose!” He made her desires come true, holding onto her desperately as he cried out her name in a fit of ecstasy.

They fell onto the bed together, spent and sated. Rose had her head on his chest as his fingers ran through her hair, letting the silence engulf them. She pressed her lips to his toned muscles, sighing contentedly.

“I love you.” he whispered, if only to see her reaction. She took a deep breath as his hand still moved up and down her scalp.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you saying that.” She mused, happiness coloring her voice. He pulled her up his body so they were looking into each other’s eyes.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” he chanted, getting quieter with every word as he pressed their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She kissed him one final time before laying back down.

They would spend the rest of the night together, talking quietly, kissing and hugging, exploring their new emotions in the comfort and safety of each other’s arms.

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