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Please Let Me Take You Ch 9

Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!Reader TWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut, some big ol misunderstandings and misplaced anger this round. MASTERLIST

The morning comes upon you in waves. First, in the cracking dryness of your throat, reminding you of the days Katsuki would come home covered in soot and ash and destruction. Back when he would allow you to offer a shoulder to lean on. Before he moved you into this sterile, stainless, seamless bubble. Now the only mess that exists here is you. Especially now, when the sticky feeling settles on your skin, the sheets peeling away from you with each slight movement. You used to bask in the scent of caramel on your sheets, but now you can only place the bitter scent of burnt sugar. The ache settles into your muscles, worsening with each conscious thought that floods into your head, the more concrete everything starts to feel. Calling it a situation feels so dramatic, but no other words will grace your heavy mind.

You finally gather the courage to open your eyes and face the day once you notice how cold the bed is, a sure sign that Katsuki has been gone for a fair bit of time. Enough time that you feel comfortable slipping out of bed and getting right into the shower. It’s starting to become all too familiar to you, the way you scrub away the feeling of the sweat and his touch along with it. The way the discomfort doesn’t leave until you’re finally wrapped up in a towel and breathing in the steamy air, skin warm to the touch.

You thought you were finally starting to relax until your plans for the day popped back into your head. From one uncomfortable situation to another, and yet you weren’t dreading it as much as you did being at home. At least outside you felt like you could breathe.

You waited, looked at a few places you could choose from. You didn’t want to text Eiji too early. Inviting more conversation than necessary just felt… precarious. You already had enough on your plate with Katsuki, you didn’t want to brush this under the rug too…

It was a shame you couldn’t choose the cozy diner Eiji had brought you to, but you wanted to be on equal footing. Somewhere new for you both, somewhere in the city and easy to leave from if you needed to, but also somewhere quiet enough to actually talk. You took your time getting ready, letting the routine leech the stress from your shoulders. It was only when you were heading out the door that you sent the address for the place. You couldn’t text back if you were driving, and he absolutely would not want you to. It was a win-win in your book, an easy excuse for not checking his messages. A coward’s reaction, you were well aware. If only his words didn’t sway you so much, but you could feel yourself wavering even the night before. No, you needed to get your words out first, look him in the eye, and ask for answers. Hopefully, he’ll give them to you.

The drive was spent humming along to quiet music, trying to keep your mind occupied enough to not linger. It made no sense in trying to think of answers only he- and your fiance, you suppose- could give you. And despite your efforts, you could still feel the clamminess of your hands as you left your car, taking some deep breaths to try and shake the pit weighing down your stomach. Your late text gave you a little bit of a headstart, so you were able to order a drink and find a quiet corner, ignoring the notification waiting on your phone’s screen.

The first nip of guilt came when you saw him wander in the front door. You had seen him after overnight shifts, but he never looked this tired. You wondered which one of you had slept worse- if he had slept at all. Looking back on your last conversation, you couldn’t blame him. You probably wouldn’t have fared better if Katsuki hadn’t made his appearance. Small mercies, if you could call that a mercy.

And still, he met your gaze with a smile and a little wave, his dark hair still covering the pale scar, but you could still see the edge peeking out. You watched, taking him in as he ordered. For how big he was, he was so quiet. He radiated a kind of peace that scared you, especially considering why you were here today. But you set those thoughts aside, making room for the man coming to your table with his drink and the most hopeful look. You hoped you wouldn’t kill that look.

“Hey…” he sounded so breathless. You had seen him just after training, and he wasn’t near as out of breath as this, surely it couldn’t be from just you. But then again, he was especially soft with you.

“Hey, yourself.” You gave him a tired smile. You were reluctant to start this conversation now that you were here. It’s Eiji… you just wanted to enjoy your drinks and food and talk and drive around and…

And yet here you were, potentially forsaken what little peace you’ve been able to find lately. For answers. You wondered if it would be worth it. While your debate raged on in your head, Kirishima took the plunge for you.

“So, uh… I’m not great at these… Not really good at waiting when it seems like something’s wrong.” He chuckles, but it lacks his usual energy. “Maybe it’s a hero thing. You know, rushing in…” You didn’t, not really, but you could see that being the common thread between your friend, Katsuki, and the sweet man across from you.

“Yeah… I just… I visited Ochako yesterday.” He cuts off the sip he was taking, seeing how you hesitate.

“Oh, yeah! You, uh… you did mention that. Is everything alright?” You wave him off.

“They’re… they’re fine, they’re good. Just… well, um. Izuku said something.” You saw the way his grip changed on his cup. Not tightening, just… holding it more securely, closer to his body. “About you…” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. It seems like a habit he’s had for a while, as it lets you see the full scar and you doubt he’d actively show that off.

“Fuck… Midobro, I-I was gonna tell you everything, really. I just, well there was never a good time. Like a really good time.”

“You just couldn’t find the time to tell me that my fiance is the one that fucked up your hero career? Who scared you… Eiji…” You could feel the frustration building behind your eyes and resist the urge to rub it away. “What stopped you? It’s not like Katsuki and I are fighting because of you, we’re just… couples just fight.” The guilt on Eijirou’s face turns a bit bitter and tinged with worry.

“You aren’t just fighting, you have to know that. And I didn’t want you to think you couldn’t talk to me.” You groaned when you realized what he meant.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t be… I thought you were unbiased. Fuck, you have the most valid reason to not like him! And I’ve just been… spilling my guts to you. No wonder you had such specific advice, you’ve been where I am.” He tries to stop your spiral, moving a hand to cover yours.

“You’re right, and I know how dangerous it can be-” You pull your hand from his

“No, that’s not what I meant! I-I just mean that you used to be the closest to Katsuki, so of course you would know how he got when someone pushes his buttons-”

“Don’t you dare start putting all of this on yourself. You aren’t doing anything wrong, and even if you were pushing his buttons, I’m proof that he doesn’t know how to handle that well! There’s no excuse for how he treated me, and even less for how he’s treating you.” His voice grew sharp as he spoke, something bitter and rooted deep peeking its way out.

“No, Eiji, it’s not like that. It’s completely different from then…”

“That’s what I used to think too. He’d never hurt me, not really. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Until it was too much, and I can’t just wait around and watch you do the same.”

“So what, you’re just going to guilt me? Into what? Leeching off my friends until I somehow find a way out of this mess that I put myself in?” You were trying so hard to keep your voice level, but you could feel the volume building, the waver in your voice, and you could see the hurt in Eiji’s face.

‘What? No, of course not! I just want you to know that there are people you can lean on, people who can help you! I can help you!” The swirling of feelings in your chest, the odd betrayal, and the guilt warring inside you, you didn’t know how much longer you could take it.

“I never asked for your help.” You stood so swiftly, intent on leaving before he could sway you or you were sure you’d explode.

“Wait, please! I’m not trying to argue with you, and you don’t have to ask for my help… I want to help you, I want to help so bad…” It was difficult to not turn back to him, but you bit back your words. The hurt was too raw right now. You just wanted one safe place, and you thought your new friend could have been that for you.

Unfortunately for you, it didn’t look like Eiji was going to just let you go, abandoning his drink to follow after you. “Please, just let me finish… I want to tell you everything.”

“No, Eiji, I don’t want to hear it right now. I can’t do this. Not with Kat being weird and then this? I shouldn’t even be here…” You know Kat would flip if he knew where you were, and that uneasiness melded with your grief and hurt. You were thankful you hadn’t gotten the chance to figure out what you wanted to eat, you didn’t think you could stomach it right now.

“I’m sorry, you have to know that! And I was just… I guess I was trying to protect you.” You had finally reached your car, spinning back to look at Eiji.

“Funny, that’s what Katsuki says too.” That seemed to startle him enough to let you get in the car and pull out. Looking in the rearview only showed his large frame, looking so small as he watched you go. After all, he had no right to try and hold onto you. You weren’t his.

You were Katsuki Bakugou’s.

The longer you sat with your conversation, the more it ate away at you. You knew somewhere, deep down, you weren’t really that upset at Eijirou. But you were upset. You were so upset it felt like it was clawing away at you from the inside out. And yet your pride wouldn’t let you reach back out. At least not that day… or the day after that, or the week after that.

And Ejirou, sweet Eijirou, he was trying. Riding that line between checking in and bombarding you with texts. Sometimes you wondered what would happen if he called. If he showed up at your front door. Would you answer? Would you let him in? You could melt into him if he did show up. You feel it in your bones how easy it would be if only he was in front of you. But instead, your company was the unfeeling, uncaring blank slate of a house you thought one day you would muster up the nerve to call home. Blank walls, empty counters, unfeeling portraits of concrete. If only you could make yourself blank too. Let Katsuki shape you into his perfect, pristine vision. You’d be happy then, right?

But no, you were messy. You were messy and emotional and real and it hurt. It hurt knowing you wouldn’t live up to the lofty ideals he had.

And almost as bad as that hurt, it hurt knowing you let someone in and they kept something so important from you. They kept it secret and hidden away and still, they stole a part of you too. A part that just wants to walk out the door and find him.

You couldn’t. Not now, not yet. When- if you left, you wanted it to be on your terms. On your own two feet. Your friends, they can wait for you outside, but you felt it in your soul, you had to be the one to do it. Otherwise, you’d just be trading Katsuki for another. Another person to look to whenever you had a single hair out of place, another person to cling to, to lead you. That wasn’t what you wanted to be.

It felt so easy to think that. To lose yourself in daydreams of your absolution, self-preserving and self-sufficient.

And yet…

And yet… when Katsuki came home, on the days highlighted on your shared calendar, marking the peak of your cycle, you still bent for him. You took it in solemn silence, and he never seemed to mind. Even bringing you a gift each time his presence graced his own home. A pastry here, a new designer something laid over the back of the couch. You took it all with a smile you were so convinced wasn’t at all convincing.

It became routine. A few days a week, leading up to a week where he was home every night. It seemed like he had finally gotten serious about his desires to get a kid into you. And then he’d leave, no more conversation than necessary. Important business somehow cropping up after he spent the better part of a week between your legs.

A handful of months passed like that. You pulled away from everyone in that time. What could you really say to Ochako or Mina when they asked? It was easier to say nothing. And Eijirou’s text still sat in your inbox, read but not replied. They were becoming less over time, but no less consistent.

The cycle finally broke late one night. You were just lying in bed, Katsuki had just left the night before. It would probably be another week or so before he would show up again. All you could do with your sleepless night was lay still, hoping that somehow you could stop from getting pregnant by sheer force of will.

You had expected this to be all you would do tonight, but the screen on your phone lit up with a chime, drawing away your attention. It wasn’t a text, not this time. The melody kept going as you scrambled to get your phone, seeing Eijirou’s contact filling the screen. Your body moved before your mind, answering the call and catching you off guard.

“H-hi, hey…” You hated the way your voice cracked and wavered, but somehow Eijirou sounded even worse than you did.

“Oh, shit, hi, hey…” he cleared his throat. “I… fuck, this is gonna sound like an excuse, but I didn’t mean to call you…” And just like that, the hurt that you had thought faded ached again. It was nowhere near where it had been, but still… “I just. I missed you a lot tonight. Everyone was out and I thought, maybe… but I understand why you didn’t show. I just wanted to try to apologize, face to face. And I was looking at our messages and… well, I’m not really sure what happened…” he chuckles, but it’s so forced. Yet your heart lifts. He wasn’t trying to leave you behind, just give you space. Something you thought long dried up and dead inside you unfurled, not yet blooming but showing signs of life.

This was it. This was your choice, your chance.

“Hey, Eiji?” Your voice hadn’t sounded so calm and even in so long

“Yeah?”

“You wanna go for a ride?”

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nyxdelanuit · 1 year

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Please Let Me Take You Ch 8

Hello, my little constellations! I'm sorry for my long absence, I never intended to be away for so long! I am happy to finally give you all a new chapter though, surprise! I hope you all enjoy~ Also, I apologize in advance, this chapter is a little shorter than I intended, but I'll make up for it soon!

Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!ReaderTWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut

MASTERLIST

You had tried your best to enjoy the rest of the time with your friends, watching them bicker fondly with each other and coo over their baby. They weren't the picture-perfect family, but they were real. Real love and real issues, real communication, and it was both a breath of fresh air and an ache in your chest you couldn't quite place. That alongside the frequent vibrations coming from your phone in your pocket made it hard to focus on the good parts. Not when your flaws were shining so brightly in your eyes, showing just how far behind you've fallen.

Still, you managed your goodbyes with sincere smiles, ignoring the way Izuku looked at you with a pity that curdled in your stomach. You didn't blame him for pointing out a truth you had been gleefully ignoring for months now. As you slid into the driver's seat of the car, one thought slipped from your mind and sat sour on your tongue. Were you just replacing one bad relationship with another? Your friendship with Ejirou was a balm to you, a sweetness you craved, but underneath the candy coating, was it just as bitter as your relationship? The both of you had blindly covered the bad parts, showing each other just enough of your flaws to feel vulnerable with each other while still keeping that wall up. But who was the wall protecting this time? Were your thoughts even making sense anymore?? You belatedly realized you probably shouldn't linger in the driveway for too much longer, the last thing you needed was more pitying looks and whispered worry. But before you move, you really should swallow the cowardly desire to ignore the messages still flashing on your phone.

Eijirou: You know I'm always down to talk

Eijirou: That sounded a little serious though, everything alright?

Eijirou: You're okay, right? Did something happen?

Eijirou: Honestly, I really want to head over and check on you, but…

Eijirou: Idk, that kinda feels like I'm skipping some steps, or crossing some boundaries.

Eijirou: I hope you're alright, and I'll give you some space, but just let me know you're good when you can. We can talk when you're ready.

Eijirou: Can I send Mina to you or something? I just want you to have someone on your side if you're not doing good…

Your eyes ran over the words with a deep sigh. You really should have checked while you were inside. You may be questioning some things, but that didn't mean you can just torture the poor guy… You can only imagine what he's been thinking this whole time.

You: I'm so sorry, I've been with Ochako. I'm alright, promise. There's just some things I want to clear up

You were about to put your phone down and finally leave, but your phone went off before you could even turn the car on.

Eijirou: lol I guess I was overreacting a little, huh? Glad you're safe tho!!! You want to meet somewhere?

You chewed on your lip as you thought. Maybe you were just procrastinating, wanting to protect this version of your friendship for just a little longer, but you just didn't know if you could handle that talk right now.

You: I'm a little tired… do you have any time tomorrow?

Eijirou: Yeah, no problem!! Wanna grab lunch or something?

You: Yeah, that sounds great. I'll find a place and send you the address. We can meet up there at like noon?

You were sure he noticed that you didn't give him a chance to offer to drive, but he was too polite to bring it up.

Eijirou: Sounds great! (: My treat, so find something good!

Even now, he was being too nice, especially after that scare you gave him. How did that saying go? If it seems too good to be true, it probably is? That's what this whole thing felt like. He just showed up at the best time… and now it felt like he held all your happiness in the palm of his hand. It was dangerous. How did you keep getting yourself into these kinds of messes?

You had finally gotten yourself home, tossing your keys into the dish on the counter as you headed towards the bathroom. The best medicine for this growing headache you had was a long, mindless shower. Just wash off all of the stress and worry and weird thoughts you've been having.

You stood under the water and just… existed. You let yourself be in the space and forced the tension from your limbs, standing under the spray until you felt like jelly. Your sigh almost echoed in the pristine space, but for this moment, at least the space was yours. After you felt a little less like a ball of tension and more human-adjacent, you moved onto actually cleaning yourself off. You skipped the sweet and spicy scents that usually filled the bathroom for something a bit lighter, a little minty and maybe floral, you weren't the best at placing the scents… but it was different. Something Katsuki was probably gifted from one of the many companies trying to curry favor from one of the top heroes. But you had decided to claim it. It was now yours, your scent, separate from the same sights, same smells, everything perfectly in place. Except for you… when did you stop fitting in? Did you ever in the first place?

There it was again, those thoughts. It's not like they were doing you any good, but once you started, it seemed like you couldn't stop. You should be grateful, though. Katsuki provided all of this, even the opportunity to stand out. What would you really have without him? You didn't really have anywhere else to go, all of your friends were his friends. All your clothes and food were paid for with his card. Even your car, he was listed on the title and paid for insurance and maintenance… It sat heavy in your stomach even after you forced the thoughts from your head.

You wrapped yourself in a robe, stepping from the bathroom and hoping you'd find something reasonably comfortable that didn't get caught in the crossfire of your previous fight, belatedly hearing the lock on the front door. Your curiosity got the best of you, peeking towards the entrance before you even heard him.

"Come on out, shitty girl, grab these bags!" It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He was your fiance, and this was his home. You weren't even on the title. Your feet were moving before you could even finish your thought, the traitorous things, finding him in the living room with an armful of bags. Without thinking of it, your eyes drifted to where your degree had adorned the wall, expecting to see the blank wall and being surprised with an admittedly artistic shot of Katsuki's agency, in black and white of course.

"Oi, what are you wearing? You could have at least dressed…" You could feel your eyes threatening to roll at his words, but somehow you held them back.

"Sorry, Katsuki. I thought you'd want help sooner rather than later." He quickly started passing over the bags, heavier than you expected.

"Whatever, just put these away. I figured it was time to update your wardrobe." You peeked inside the bag, full of soft greys and light oranges, and your confusion must have shown on your face. "Don't give me that look. I know what looks best on you, and it's about time you start dressing like you're my future wife." He huffed as you looked away from the bag.

"Right… thank you, Katsuki." The words felt oddly hollow. You supposed you were happy for some more clothes, although you weren't sure they were really for you… but he had obviously spent time and money, a lot of money, on getting these things for you.

"That's a better reaction. Put those away, I'll grab dinner." The way he fell back into his routine made your head spin. It was like nothing ever happened. Should you bring it up? No. No, not right now. You shouldn't ruin the tenuous calm in the house, rejecting the well-meaning peace offering he had brought home. No, you should just be happy that he's fixing his mistake. This was fixing it, right? Actions that spoke louder than words? Katsuki always had a problem with words…

You put the new clothes away in silence, feeling the cost in each thread even as you noticed the high necklines, the longer sleeves, and the lack of anything but floor-length hems on any pants or dresses. Was this how a wife looks to Katsuki? Modest to a fault and dressed in his colors? Yet you accepted it, for now. Dressed in a pair of regrettably comfortable pants and a cozy grey sweater over your undershirt. Surely this would make him happy, right?

As you stepped out of the room, you were greeted with such amazing smells. He had set up takeout on the coffee table, putting on a show the two of you had started together years ago and had yet to finish. There was even a cocktail waiting for you, and a noticeable lack of spice wafting from the food. He looked up at you as you looked away, not wanting to meet those bright red eyes. "I knew it would look good on you. Now hurry up and sit, I don't have all night."

"Thanks, this smells amazing." You gave him a smile, you think, as you sat down, cautiously taking a bite of your food as he started the show.

"Of fucking course it does, I have good taste." And with that, the two of you fell quiet, trying to ignore the heavy butterflies in your stomach and eat your food. It was so good, something you would normally eat without hesitation, but you paced yourself around the uneasy feeling, draining your drink before you even got halfway through.

Katsuki noticed, of course. You used to admire how perceptive he was. Used to? When did that change… "You better not be turning into some sort of fucking lush." He chuckled, but the sound feels miles away. He sounds like he's teasing, but it still puts you on edge as you laugh along with him, although you don't know why. He stands and takes your glass with him, returning with another drink. At least the alcohol dulls your nerves, slowly sipping away at it as the show wraps up.

"Finish up and get ready for bed. I've got an early morning, I can't have you keeping me up." He takes the trash and dishes away, leaving you nursing your drink and staring at an empty screen. There's only so long you can take here, only a few sips left and no more excuses you can make. The last few sips taste bitter.

When you finally finish, rinsing your glass once and then again, the odd feeling returns tenfold. If you had been sober, you might have wondered if this was what it felt like being led to execution, the way you walk without any emotion down the hall. It's pure muscle memory the way you strip off the clothes hiding your figure, the way you let Katuski lead you to bed and pose you face down, hand heavy on the back of your neck. And when he finally finds his end behind you, falling into bed and then quickly into sleep, you wonder how long you had been holding your breath. Even then, when you could breathe, the air was heavy and humid, filled with him.

It was naive to think you had made a space for yourself here. He existed, even in the air.

#nyx writes #plmty #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #nyx's angst #nyx's naughties #tw: cheating #tw: abusive relationship #tw: dubcon #tw: abuse #angst/comfort #hurt/comfort

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nyxdelanuit · 6 months

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Do you do taglists on your writing posts?

I do when there is a desire for them! I used to have a taglist for plmty, but as time went on, more and more of the tags stopped working and I wasn't sure how many of the people on the taglist would still be interested 😅

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nyxdelanuit · 2 years

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did you give up on pmty? sorry if you already said anything about it i just found out about plmty and i’m just wondering if your gonna make a new one

There will be new plmty as I can manage writing it! I do love the series and plan on finishing it, I just do not have a time frame for it at this time

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nyxdelanuit · 4 years

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Please Let Me Take You, Ch 3

TWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut,

Masterlist Here

You were glad Kirishima wasn't too well known anymore. You were able to meet up almost anywhere without being bombarded by fans and paparazzi. It was a much-needed relief to sit in a random bar without constantly looking over your shoulder. Maybe that lead to the predicament you were in now, a few drinks too deep with an almost-stranger. Yet you couldn't find it in yourself to be anything but relaxed around him. He seemed genuinely interested in you and your stories, and he didn't hesitate to tell you stories of his own. The past few years of his life had been full of rehab for his injuries and training to get himself to par for returning to hero work.

“So you have a degree, what do you do for work?” You frowned at the question, taking another too-big sip from your drink. You had stopped tasting the alcohol a few drinks ago, a realization that meant you should have stopped or at least slowed down, but you forged blindly ahead.

"I, uh… don't. Katsuki doesn't want me to take public transit too much, and there's not too much work near our place. He thinks it's a good deal, having me stay home." He watched you a moment too long, but you were too lost in thought to notice.

"That sounds pretty boring, but at least you know that you'll see him no matter what shift he has that day." His grin was so bright, even under the curtain of his dark hair, you almost felt bad telling him the truth about your days. But the alcohol had loosened your tongue, and complaints poured just as easily as your drinks.

“If he comes home that day. He’s so busy being one of the top heroes, he only comes home maybe once or twice a week. Sometimes less.” Your laugh sounded hollow even to your ears, and you saw his face drop.

"Not even the number one hero is away that much, unless they're on a mission. That's some bullshit, and I hope you know that." It was comforting and sad all at once, having your feelings validated by someone outside the equation. You loved Mina and Ochako, but they were friends with Katsuki long before you were in the picture. "So what, you just sit at home all day, waiting for someone that never shows up?" You laughed bitterly.

"Sometimes, I go out, and he comes home all angry about that too." The touch of his hand on yours startled you, but you had missed gentle touches so much that you were reluctant to pull away.

“You deserve better than that, you know.” The concern in his scarlet eyes drew you in. If it wasn’t for the heavy ring scratching at your finger, you’re sure you would have kissed him right then and there. How starved for affection were you, aching for comfort in the arms of a stranger? That thought was enough to pull you away from him.

"Thanks, Kirishima, I should probably get home." You smiled awkwardly, willing yourself to walk away before you made a mistake.

“Let me escort you home, you’ve had quite a bit to drink.” You shuffled a bit, wondering how you could turn him down gently, but he nudged your arm. “It’d be pretty rude of me to not take you back, I’m a hero after all.” You couldn’t turn him down now. Not with the grin he was giving you, and the arm held out expectantly. Even if he was a near stranger, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

You don’t know why you had been so worried. He was a perfect gentleman the whole time, continuing to entertain you with stories even after you so blatantly invited him out and tried to ditch him the moment things got uncomfortable for you. By the time you reached the gates leading to your house, you were near out of breath from giggling, his cheeks flushed from pride. You sighed a bit as you turned to him.

“This is me.” You pouted, prompting him to give you a small smile in return.

"Well, now I know you've gotten home safe." He pulls you in for a hug, his arms already gone by the time you thought to reciprocate. "Try to have a good night, and if you ever want to get out again, let me know." All you could do was nod, hoping you could write the heat rising in your cheeks to the drinks you had.

“Thanks, Kirishima. I’ll text you?” He nodded in response, watching you go through the gate before waving and walking away. You felt like you were back in high school with the way your heart fluttered watching him leave, it felt juvenile and utterly ridiculous. Especially considering that you were engaged. To a man that was decidedly not Kirishima.

You were so busy trying to dissect your new-found crush, you almost missed Katsuki waiting for you on your pristine couch.

You froze at the call of your name. He was on his feet, moving closer. Your mind was screaming at you do to something, anything, but you just stood there, waiting. You could feel the heat he radiated on your back, and all you could do was tense. Then his arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your breath hitched, something he must have taken positively, although you were sure it was just the adrenaline racing through your veins.

"I'm sorry, babe. Things at work have been stressful, and I bet you've been lonely. No wonder you're going out, you're trying to get my attention, aren't you?" You didn't answer, didn't need to. Katsuki would always find the answer he wanted to hear no matter what you said. "Let me make it up to you, baby." His kiss was like fire against your neck, and you had to fight your desire to push him away. Hands traveled up your shirt, his touch feeling like oil sitting on water. You wanted to wash it off, separate yourself from the feeling.

Love shouldn’t feel this way, should it?

Yet you let him lead you to bed, tried to distance your mind as he stripped you down. You hated the feeling of his hair in your hands as he dove between your legs, barely recognized the voice resonating throughout the room as your own. He was too hot, too sweaty under your hands as he slipped inside you with a feral grin. His words slurred in your ear, sounding as if you were underwater. His touches were too rough, the teeth in your shoulder biting too hard. You still managed to find your end, all the tension in your body releasing with a whine. Katsuki followed soon after, flopping back into bed satisfied. He didn't reach out for you, and you stayed still and silent on your side of the bed.

The ring felt so heavy on your finger as Katsuki slipped from bed, closing himself off in the bathroom. You should have cleaned up too, but you were having a hard time trying to find the energy to do so. So you waited until he came back, sweatpants clinging to his hip in a way that would have had you swooning a few years ago.

"You should get cleaned up, I'm hungry. Can you do curry tonight?" You nodded as you sat up, and that seemed like it was enough for him. You locked the bathroom door behind you, not that it would do much against Katsuki if he really wanted to get in. But the warm water was soothing, bringing you back to yourself enough for you to get dressed and be around Katsuki without feeling like bugs were crawling over your skin.

You cooked as he stayed lounged in the living room—no words spoken, just the tittering of the people on tv filling the empty space. The curry you were making was spicy enough to make your fingers tingle, and you were contemplating making something a little more palatable for yourself. The argument that would cause wasn't worth the effort; you'd just have to make do with his snickering as you drowned the spice out with whatever was left in your fridge.

The late dinner passed as you thought, pretending you didn’t hear Katsuki’s laughing at your spice intolerance while wolfing down his food, declaring it ‘sub-par’ and wandering back to your room. You washed the dishes in silence. He must have had another early morning at work ahead of him. He was just busy.

Those words started sounding like excuses, even to you.

You laid in bed that night, cold despite Katsuki’s presence on the other side of the bed. You couldn’t sleep, Kirishima’s words echoing in your head. “You deserve better.” Mina had said similar things hundreds of times, even Ochako had expressed her concerns. Yet none of them stuck in your head like Kirishima did. Was it because even an acquaintance could see how much of a toll this relationship was taking on you?

You finally fell into a fitful sleep late that night, not surprised when you woke to an empty home. It was a relief this time, not to pretend you wanted to be close to him. The voice in the back of your head kept nagging, telling you this feeling was only temporary. Just a speed bump, every couple went through things like this, but you weren’t so sure anymore.

Deep-cleaning the house kept your hands busy, but your mind wandered. You fought with your mind for hours before sitting on the kitchen floor, exhausted, when you realized: Even if you wanted to leave, you didn’t know how you could.

You weren't sure how long you sat there, a mess in the middle of the pristine house, but you were finally snapped from your thoughts as a loud knock sounded at the door. You tried to straighten yourself up as you walked to the door, opening it to Mina's bright face.

"Hey, babe! I just wanted to stop by and make sure Bakugou didn't give you too hard of a time about the article yesterday." You welcomed her in with a sigh.

"He did, but I appreciate it, Mina." You smiled tiredly at her as she looked you over.

"It looks like you made up." She giggled at the blooming bites across your neck and shoulders, and you shrugged.

“I guess so.” The humor fell from her eyes as she grabbed your hands.

"If you're still feeling down, the squad is going to go out for drinks this weekend. We'd love to have you with." Your smile felt a little more sincere this time, having something to look forward to.

"Yeah, I'd love to, Mina."

Now you just have to survive the next few days.

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Please Let Me Take You Ch 1

Here is the start of my BakugouxReaderxKirishima fic!

Warning: NSFW, Cheating, Mentions of Injuries, Drinking

Summary:

You were the fiancee of one of the Top Five Heroes- Bakugou Katsuki. Like all things, he was passionately devoted to your relationship as long as it didn't get in the way of his hero work. And hero work is why he hasn't been home in days, why you only see him for quick, kinda uncomfortable sex every once in a while, and why you aren't able to move closer to a place that has a job in your field. Yeah, that has to be it. He's just a really good hero. Like your best friend Ochako's husband... who is home every night doting on his pregnant wife...

No matter, you won't be that clingy girlfriend. It was just a settling-in phase. You'll just grin and bear it, and it will all work out, right?

Until then, maybe you could make a few more friends while you waited for Katsuki to come home.

A03 PLMTY MASTERLIST

It was another night of watching him on your television. How high and mighty he looked, snapping at the reporters huddled around him. Although he sounded angry, the pride and haughty tone he held said differently. You muted the report, unwilling to listen to him talk down to his pandering masses any longer. It wasn’t a surprise, he had warned you from the first date that his work took preference. What you didn’t expect was how you now felt like a guest in your own home.

You felt like you were barely there, existing. Melting into the decorations-none of which were yours. You had moved in with Katsuki Bakugou six months ago, although you had been together for almost five years. Your head rested on your hand as you glanced over your living room, sparse and designer. It looked more like a showroom than anything. Why wouldn’t it, no one was ever home to live in it. A glint of red caught your eye, prompting you to look at the extravagant ring nestled on your finger, sharp points tugging on your skin.

He proposed a few months ago in this very living room, not that many people even knew you existed. You were a blank face in the eyes of the public, “Ground Zero’s Fiancee.” No name, no pictures, just sparse mentions every few months when some cocky reporter decided to dig into Katsuki’s personal life. You would be a liability if people knew who you were, he said, and like always you gritted your teeth and nodded along. It was all part of the package for dating a hero and not being one yourself. You wondered if he would even make it home tonight.

Maybe you were being too harsh on him, but it was hard not to think about how different your life was now compared to when you first met him.

You were 23 when you met him, in a new town, working towards a new degree. You didn’t have time for anything besides your studies. No new friends, no new hobbies, just your head stuck in a book. You were skimming over the material you needed for the day’s classes as you stumbled off of the train and onto the sidewalks. He had been out of his hero costume, but people still moved out of his way as he strolled along. Except you, too busy to notice.

You ran headfirst into his chest but he didn’t budge. You simply looked up with a glower, straightening out any papers that bent during your collision. With usual Katsuki grace, he scoffed down at you.

“Most normal people apologize when they run into someone.” You sneered at the boy, causing his eyes to widen. The two of you would bicker for the next ten minutes until you noticed the time and ran off, not even dignifying the angry boy with an explanation. You had, however, left without some of your documents.

It was a lucky break for him that the papers you left had been for a resume. Your name, phone number, and address were printed neatly in the corner. That’s how he found you that night, waiting outside your apartment building as you drug yourself in from a long day. You remembered his smirk as he talked to you.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” You shook your head.

“Why, are you supposed to be famous?” He let out a bark of a laugh.

”Let me treat you to dinner and I’ll let you know.” An answer wasn’t expected, he had already turned to walk off, motioning for you to follow.

The following years were filled with precious memories. If they hadn’t been, you think you would have already left. Every time you thought of leaving, you remembered the times Katsuki would show up in the middle of the night. Sometimes he just wanted to be next to you, laying on your chest with your hands in his hair. Other times he came still bleeding from a recent attack. You lost count of how many nights you had sat on the edge of your bathtub stitching shut the gashes and cleaning the scrapes. Even the seldom times he introduced you to his friends were precious memories for you. You don’t know how you could have survived this relationship without the unwavering support of Mina and Ochako. Even Kaminari had grown on you in time. What would you do without them now?

All you had was a cold, empty house, a degree that was little more than another frame on the wall, and fewer friends than you could count on one hand.

You turned your attention back to the television. Katsuki wouldn’t be home any time soon if the attack you were watching was live. This meant you had two options: Sit at home to wait diligently for your fiance to return and hope he doesn’t crash at the office, or leave and do something with yourself. The choice seemed easy to you now, the house seemed to be closing in on you. Your fingers flew over your phone screen, sending a swift message before you flew out the front door.

Ochako opened her door at your first knock. She tried enthusiastically to hug you, but it was pretty difficult for her to maneuver around her distended stomach. Katsuki didn’t necessarily like you being so close to Mrs. Midoriya, but she was one of the few people you could talk to candidly about your life with the pro-hero. He liked it even less after her pregnancy announcement, complaining that it was only another thing Midoriya had beaten him to. You honestly thought the whole rivalry was a bit one-sided and childish, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

Of course, after learning that and being recently engaged, Katsuki had convinced you that the two of you should try. You weren’t sure if you were happy that he hadn’t been home at the right time for you to fall pregnant or not. Just another drop in the bucket of things that hadn’t been going right.

You shook yourself from your thoughts, you came here with the intent to leave your thoughts of Katsuki at home. Ochako deserved more than to be your emotional dumping ground, even if the two of you would end up speaking on it eventually. You let yourself be ushered into Ochako’s home, curling up on your regular spot on the couch while Ochako brought you tea. You knew that Ochako needed these moments as much as you did, she wasn’t taking her long maternity leave very well.

“So, Y/N, what brings you to my humble abode today?” She had a grin hidden behind her teacup as she sipped. You sighed, tangling your free hand into your hair and letting your head rest in your palm.

“The usual, I’m tired of sitting at home when I know Katsuki won’t be home half the night.” You blew a piece of hair from your face. “Plus I figured my favorite momma-to-be could use a little distraction.” You smirked right back at her, joining in on her good-natured chuckle. The two of you often commiserated on feeling like useless dolls, sitting at home and looking pretty until their big strong men came home. You, from the lack of a job close enough to commute to in your field, and Ochako from her forced vacation. If the worry for her unborn child wasn’t in the equation, you were sure she’d still be out in the field working rescue missions.

Alas, one of the things that Katsuki and Izuku shared was their unwavering stubbornness when it came to their girls. God knows how many times you had tried to convince Katsuki that moving to a slightly less affluent neighborhood would only increase his commute by a few minutes, but open plenty of doors for you career-wise. At least Ochako’s issue had a time limit.

“So how much longer until you pop?” Ochako rolled her eyes, you had a habit of comparing her to a balloon since you had first met. You had wondered if she lost control of her quirk if she would just float up into the atmosphere, joining all the lost balloons tumbling in the wind. Izuku had gone quite pale at your ramblings, and it took her a few weeks to calm him after.

Her hand roamed her stomach, stopping if she felt the pressure of a small hand or foot pressing up against the heat of her hand. “It shouldn’t be much longer now, probably a month or so.” She had a sweet smile on her face, and you were sure that motherhood would agree with her, “Izuku finished the nursery a few days ago, just in case I go early. Knowing him though, I think our baby will stay cooped up as long as they can.” You giggled in response, thinking back fondly on the days you spent here when Izuku had the day off. Ochako could barely get him out of bed before noon, and he would wander the house wrapped in a quilt for a few hours after. It was always a stark contrast to his energy when he was out in public, and you wondered how he would fare when his late mornings were interrupted by their child’s cries. At least he would be there. You wondered if Katsuki would return home more often if you were pregnant…

Ochako had placed her hand on yours, squeezing softly. You had talked with her before about this and you had no want or energy to talk about it again. “Wanna get dinner?” You said instead. She nodded her head, giving you a soft smile before shuffling to her feet. You waited at the door for your friend, allowing her time to get herself ready around her bump.

The plus side of having pro-hero friends were being able to get into fancy restaurants or hero-specific clubs. With a flash of her hero’s license, or more likely just by her status, and you two could be shuffled into a private room or exclusive bar. Ochako complained about not being able to wander around to smaller mom and pop shops anymore, but you much preferred this to the few times you had been ambushed by her or Katsuki’s fans.

This was one of the more low-key places Ochako favored. Instead of full private rooms, the booth had a sheer curtain separating you from the main area. Plus it had copious amounts of baked goods and Ochako’s sweet tooth had not been tempered by her pregnancy. She always seemed to glow when she bit into a particularly good danish or Mille crepe. You had let her take over the conversation, naturally swaying towards her growing excitement and impatience to have her child. Although you weren’t sure if or when you’d be okay with having a kid with Katsuki, you were overjoyed for your friend. Plus you were damned determined to be the best auntie to her kid, that was at least one thing you could do.

Ochako’s phone chimed as she was alternating between munching on a raspberry danish and debating if snaps or zippers were better on onesies. You had no idea. She glanced at her phone quickly, shoving the remainder of the treat into her mouth. You stifled a giggle, the raspberry filling had smeared across her cheek in her hastiness. “C’mon, Y/N, we’ve got plans.” Her eyes lit up with excitement. You let yourself be pulled from the booth, but quickly stopped Ochako to clean off her face.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” You huffed as the crisp fall air hit your face. “I just got a message from Mina, she wants to meet up tonight.” You perked up a bit at that, it was never a bad night with Mina around. Plus Mina was bound to be out much later than Ochako.

The club Mina sent you was a bit farther from home than you went on your own. You always wanted to be nearby in case Katsuki came home, but you couldn’t find yourself caring tonight. Ochako led you to a discreet door, manned by an aloof looking guy dressed in dark, muted colors. Ochako flashed her hero license and he nodded sharply, grabbing the door. She grabbed your hand, tugging you along after her, and you released a breath when the security guy only looked you over instead of stopping you.

There were a lot of familiar faces in the small club. It was getting pretty dark outside, and the night scene was starting to come alive. If you hadn’t been with Katsuki for so long, you may have been a little starstruck at the heroes walking around casually. You were a little desensitized, dating one of the top five and being besties with another’s wife. Ochako had wandered to the bar, ordering herself a kiddie cocktail to make herself feel included. You had found this extremely adorable, watching her fidget with the cocktail umbrella. You hadn’t gotten a word out to the bartender before you were nearly bowled over by an inebriated Kaminari.

“Y/N~” he whined, nuzzling his head into your chest. “We missed you, you never come out.” He came to his senses momentarily, removing himself from you and scanning the crowd for an angry blonde coming at him. Once he was content that Bakugou wouldn’t show up out of the crowd and set off an explosion in his face, he returned to your chest with a satisfied sigh. “Oh, Minari… never change. Actually, please do.” You chuckled, extracting yourself from his grasp. Mina and Sero followed soon after, much more sober than their friend. Mina gently pushed Kaminari away.

“Come on, you horndog. You’re taking my spot.” Her serious facade faded as she jumped to you, repeating Kaminari’s actions and burying her face in your chest. You wrapped your arms around Mina while Kaminari pouted. He flung himself onto Sero’s shoulder.

“How are we supposed to get any cute girls when Mina keeps stealing them?” He looked up to his friend for support but Sero just shrugged.

“I think Bakugou had dibs on this one before Mina.” He grinned widely. You were starting to feel more like yourself surrounded by these idiots you called friends. Going out was definitely the right choice tonight. You squirmed in Mina’s hold, getting her arms around your waist as you finally ordered from the bar. You took your drink with a quick thanks and sipped slowly as Mina dragged you to their table. Kaminari had already abandoned the group, looking to sway some new hero into his bed. As usual, you doubted he would convince anyone.

A few drinks later and your group had a good collective buzz. Kaminari was still going hard out on the floor, desperately trying to get anyone to dance with him. Ochako lived vicariously through her friends as she babied her virgin drink. The drinks were finally loosening you up to complain about your current predicament, and Mina was encouraging you to no end.

“That douchenozzle!” She keened, “If you were my girl, I’d have you on my arm at all times, and I’d come home every night.” She leaned over the table licking her bottom lip slowly. You laughed off her bold attempt at flirting, knowing that she would never take you from her friend. Although at this point, her offer did seem a bit enticing. Sero was little help with commiseration.

“I mean, it’s Bakugou. We were all really surprised he even had a girlfriend.” He shrugged. Ochako nodded along sadly. You shrugged in return.

“Enough about my problems, why don’t you guys reminisce about high school so I can hear more embarrassing stories.” You waved them off, taking a long swig of your drink.

Ochako called it a night after a few stories. You offered to return with her, but she insisted you stay.

“I’m pregnant, not disabled. I can get home just fine.” You pouted at her, still not sure if you should stay.

“You sure?” She nodded, smiling back at you.

“You need to get out like this. And I need to go to bed. It’s tiring growing a whole person.” She giggled again, and you walked her to the door. After a quick hug, you watched her settle into her car before rejoining your friends. It seems that Kaminari had finally given up the chase, instead choosing to lay his head upon the table, half-awake. You came up and ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the way the static made it cling to your hand.

You would never have been able to do this if Katsuki was here. You had been starting to wonder if you were actually happy with Katsuki, even outside the issues with his hero work. You would have to think about it another time when you weren’t on the verge of being drunk.

Now that Ochako had left, Mina had no qualms about dragging your group to the dance floor. Another drink had you in the right mood to lose yourself to the bass. It felt like time had both stopped and went by so quickly. The small club was packed with heroes and their friends, bodies pressed up against each other. You had lost sight of your friends, but you weren’t too concerned. Mina had ways to find you if she needed to.

You felt arms encircle your waist, a feather-light touch. It must not have been Kaminari or Mina, because this person was letting you move from their touch if you wished. You felt a little rebellious and let them keep their hands there. They swayed with you to the music, not invading your space any further. You turned around in their grasp, meeting bright red eyes. It threw you off for a second, but you recovered quickly. You quickly motioned to the bar and made a drink motion, mouthing sorry. You wormed your way from the crowd, catching your breath as you made your way to the bar.

Another drink in your hand, you sat at the table. You took a hearty sip, not knowing when the next time you were going to be able to enjoy a night out was. Might as well enjoy it to your fullest.

The clearing of someone’s throat was the only warning you had before the guy from the dancefloor seated himself across from you. He smiled brightly at you, looking a little nervous.

“Sorry if I scared you back there. You just looked like you were having fun and I’m kind of new around here.” You quickly set your drink down, waving your hand at him.

“Oh no, it’s totally okay.” Poor dude, of course, had no idea what was going through your head tonight. You had a chance to take a good look at him now, and the red eyes were the only thing he shared with Katsuki. His hair was black and fell to his shoulders. Choppy bangs hung down to his nose, almost entirely obscuring his eyes from your view. His grin was sharp, and you wondered if he had some sort of shark quirk. He pushed the hair back from his right side, showing his glowing red eye and a thin scar trailing through his eyebrow.

“Kirishima Eijirou.” He introduced himself, sticking a hand out to you. You returned the gesture and gave him your name. He twisted your hand gently in his grip, showing off the heavy ring- still a bit too gaudy for your taste. “Looks like you have a lucky guy on your hands.” He grinned at you, letting your hand go. “I hope he doesn’t mind that I danced with you.” The way he rubbed his neck reminded you briefly of Kaminari.

“Oh no, it’s fine- I mean he is a hothead- but he’s not here.” You were babbling over your words. “An innocent mistake, I’m sure. I won’t tell if you won’t.” His smile widened and he nodded. “So, uh, you’re new around here?” He hummed in affirmation.

“Yeah, I’m just getting back into the hero scene. I had to take some time off.” You nodded politely.

“I really think that more heroes should take more time off for themselves and their families.” You hadn’t meant for that to sound so bitter, but Kirishima just laughed.

“Not a hero then?” You shook your head meekly.

“My quirk is barely worth mentioning.” You shrugged.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly my choice to take a break.” You leaned in closer, not expecting your bitter tone to be mirrored back at you. He noticed you are interested and let out a defeated chuckle. “I got too full of myself for my own good. It was right at the start of my hero career, straight out of high school.” You sipped on your drink, enthralled in the story already. “I had picked an agency with my best friend. Well, he was my best friend at least, I’m not sure he even considered me a friend at that point. Anyways, he’s got a real bad temper, set off by everything. We were on our first big job as sidekicks, not really ready for it if I’m honest. We end up losing the guy we were following. He goes berserk, scaring all the civilians around us- and get this- the guy we lost? Wasn’t as far as we thought. Now he knows heroes are tailing him and it’s turning into an all-out brawl. The guy had a lot more people on his side than we thought, and we were only supposed to be doing recon. This guy was just a pawn in a larger operation, and now it would take months to track down the main branch. This only sets off my friend more. Sure, we get the guy we were tailing, but there was no way we could have restrained all of the others that had run. So he’s still going off, and I’m trying to be a bro. I was known by our friends as the only one that was able to handle him. And then I go put my hand on his shoulder. Should have been ready, but he threw a hook at me, quirk and all…” His hand goes to his hair, pushing it back. You couldn’t hold back your gasp.

Stretching across the bridge of his nose, across his left eye and disappearing behind his ear stretched a scar. You could tell it was old and well healed. The hair of his eyebrow had grown back, and the skin didn’t look too rough, but it was pale white in comparison to his tanned skin. The edges near his eyebrow and nose seemed a little rough, and some points looked like they pulled at his skin, but you also noticed how piercing it made his eyes. You had downed your drink during his story, and your inhibitions were clearly nonexistent as you reached to touch his face. He looked shocked as your palm cradled his cheek and your thumb swept over the skin under his eye.

“Sorry, I… don’t know why I did that.” You laughed, pulling your hand back. His eyes softened and he smiled at you. He cleared his throat again.

“Anyways, I got lucky. We had a lot of good healing quirks at our disposal, but I still lost some sight and most of my hearing on my left side. Took a long time to be ready to protect people again.” You were awestruck by his tenacity. “Now I’m back, trying to get in touch with some friends from high school. I heard some of them may hang out around here.” You looked around, although you weren’t sure who exactly you were looking for until someone called your name. Sero was at the door, dragging a barely conscious Kaminari along. Mina was walking towards you but paused as she eyed the person across from you.

“Kiri?” She said softly, and he pushed his hair back in front of his scar.

“Hey, Mina.” He smiled sadly. Her eyes flicked to you and back to him. With your back to him, you weren’t able to see the pleading look he gave your friend. She seemed to acquiesce to his silent plea.

You were oblivious and excited. “Mina is your friend? That’s a crazy coincidence! She invited me here tonight.” You definitely felt that last drink now.

“Y-yeah, babe, sure is.” Mina stumbled over her words, her eyes never leaving Kirishima. “I can’t believe you’re back. Really… I… I’m glad to see you.” You had never heard her this soft. You wrapped your arms around her waist, still sitting down. She absentmindedly stroked your hair. “Um, listen, I want to catch up, I do… but if we don’t go Kaminari’s probably going to throw up in the Uber. Again.” She seemed to snap back to herself, digging through her purse for her phone. She punched in the code and quickly slid it across the table, prompting you to do the same.

If he was their friend, he was yours too. Kirishima nodded softly, quickly putting his number into both phones and handing them back. You quickly sent a text with your name, grinning as the phone in his pocket chimed.

“We should hang out soon!” You cheered as Mina led you out. It was hard for her to stop looking back at him.

Kaminari was already passed out by the time you reached the Uber. Mina squeezed in the back with the two boys, letting you have the passenger’s seat. You let the gentle rumbling lull you into a half-awake state. You could hear Mina speaking in low tones with Sero in the back. With a quick look into the rearview mirror, you saw Sero’s arms wrapped tightly around Mina, tears staining both of their faces.

You were about to speak up, but they were whispering to each other again, smiles on both of their faces.

You stumbled into your house, throwing a wave at the retreating taxi. You fumbled your key into the lock, quickly opening the door and resetting the alarm. Stupid Katsuki and his stupid security system. You were sobering up too fast for your liking, your buzz being replaced with bone-deep exhaustion.

You kicked your shoes off, walking straight to your bedroom. All you were up for doing was crawling straight into bed, clothes and all. You buried into the pillows and blankets, smelling only the laundry detergent. At least you’ll sleep well.

You thought. You awoke to arms snaking around your middle, causing you to uncomfortably arch on your side. Calloused hands groped at your chest.

“I’m home, baby girl.” Katsuki’s gruff voice was in your ear. You weren’t sure if you were happy or annoyed, but you were willing to fake it until you made it.

“Welcome home, Katsuki.” You mumbled into the pillows. His mouth latched onto your neck, finally drawing a reaction out of you. Katsuki’s rough hands slid under your shirt and bra, roughly tweaking your nipples. You grimaced, grateful you were facing away from your fiance. It’s like he couldn’t get it through his head, they weren’t an On switch, and it never felt good to be that rough right off the bat. Not like he cared much, it was about all the foreplay you would get.

Katsuki was already moving to tear your pants off of you, rubbing harshly at your clothed core before removing your panties as well. He guided you up onto your knees, rubbing himself between your lips before plunging in unforgivingly. The stretch stung, and he drug dryly at your walls. A few thrusts and you felt yourself relaxing and getting a bit more wet to accommodate him. He thrust deeply, hitting so deeply it hurt. You gasped in pain, but he took it as a cue for more. He pounded himself quickly into you, rutting you into the headboard. It was no longer uncomfortable, but you also felt no pleasure.

He finished inside you quickly. Pulling out, he gathered all that dripped with his fingers, shoving it back inside your warmth. A hangnail caught roughly inside you, making you wince. Katsuki placed a lazy kiss on your cheek before facing away from you. You knew he would be asleep before you got back from the bathroom.

The bathroom light stung your eyes, swollen with lack of sleep. You felt sticky and unsatisfied and hungover. The shower was a tempting offer, the bath even more so, but you opted for the quickest option. You drug the cold washcloth over yourself, wiping away all of Kastuki’s mess. You were a mess, shirt and bra still on, naked below the waist, makeup still on your face. With a sigh, you stripped the day’s clothes from you, wandering back to your room to throw on some cotton shorts and a loose tee.

It was rare for you to wake up with Katsuki still in bed. He rolled over and spooned you on the bed. With the morning sun and Katsuki warming you, the morning almost seemed bearable. Katsuki started to leave lingering kisses between your shoulders, following the curve of your shoulder blade. You hummed happily, basking in his affection and the gentle morning warmth.

“’ M sorry I was so rough last night. Needed you so bad. I know you can take it.” You rolled your eyes but accepted it none the less. Half asleep Katsuki was the only one you could get an apology out of, half-assed or not. You watched as he slid off the bed, stretching out. His sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, and you let yourself drink him in.

“’ M gonna go make food.” He grumbled, leaning over the bed to place a kiss on your lips. You watched as he made his way out of the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as you had made them out to be.

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