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welcome home

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

summary: your fiance is returning home after six months abroad and you can't wait to see him. Will the two of you be able to make it home before your emotions and need for each other take over?

cw: FLUFF, SMUT (no real dynamics, soft sex, car sex, praise kink (giving and receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, biting, riding, big dick bakugou supremacy, manhandling, one ass slap but its sweet i promise), established relationship, implied that reader is shorter than bakugou, bakugou lifts reader and manhandles her, nicknames (princess, angel, variety of girl variations)

a/n: happy birthday to the love of my life and husband. you deserve the world and i'm going to go bake you cupcakes right now. cheers to the only man i will stay up until five am writing for.

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Roller wheels glide over the metal grates leading to the escalator as you bounce on your feet. You probably look like a crazy woman: your head constantly bobbing and scanning to see around the other people crowding the waiting area of the airport.

You're all here for the same reason; many of Japan’s top pro-heroes went abroad for consultation missions and today is the day that most of them are returning.

It’s been the longest six weeks of your life, anxiously waiting for your fiance to come home. Calls and video chats are nothing compared to the real thing. You can’t wait to see him, to touch him, and that’s probably the reason you arrived two hours early.

One by one, you watch as families are reunited with their heroes; they laugh and hug, making your heart hurt until you are the sole person left in the waiting area.

Maybe being so early wasn't a good idea.

You take a seat and get comfortable, checking the time only to realize you still have an hour and twenty minutes until Bakugou’s plane is scheduled to land.

Your head falls into your hands and you replay the day Bakugou left for the millionth time.

His normally spikey hair was crushed under a baseball hat and his red eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. You had made fun of him then, having to fly commercial and disguising himself to avoid being recognized in the airport, but now you can’t wait to see the brim of that old tattered All-Might hat.

You remember what he said when tears started forming in your eyes as he said goodbye, “It’s only 6 weeks, princess. Betcha won't even notice I’m gone.”

But you could feel the tremble in his arms when he hugged you one last time. And if you could put money on it, you’d be willing to bet he was hiding his watery eyes with his sunglasses. Tricky bastard.

But none of that matters now, you remind yourself because he’s going to be here in —you check your phone again— an hour and eighteen minutes.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you slouch down in the chair, throwing your arm over your eyes.

A small nudge to your shoulder makes you open your eyes and you're face to face with Inko Midoriya. You blink away the haze and realize that you must have dozed off.

“Hi dear, time to wake up. The boys should be here any minute!”

You sit up, blinking away the sleep still clouding your eyes, and look over at a beaming Inko. She must be so excited to see Izuku after so long, and you can't help but smile back at her.

“Thanks for waking me up, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. Are you here alone? Where’s—”

“Oh don't worry about her, she's at home finishing dinner to surprise Izuku. He still thinks she's abroad so it will be a nice surprise.

You laugh and shake your head. “That makes sense. When did you get here?”

“Just over an hour ago,” she smiles, “I sat down next to you and did some reading.”

“Thanks, Inko.” She told you to stop calling her ‘Mrs. Midoriya’ years ago but even now it feels weird to address her by her first name. You look down at your phone and their plane definitely should have landed by now. The excited energy that your nap stole from you is starting to return. “Should we go wait with everyone else?”

She puts her book away and the two of you make your way toward the rest of the crowd. Mothers, fathers, children, partners, and friends all wait for their expected hero. Some have signs or merch but no one can beat Inko.

She reaches into her bag, pulling out a green knitted scarf with ‘D E K U’ knitted in a dull yellow, and holds it tightly in her hands. She looks so adorable waiting for him and you can't help linking your arm with hers, hoping that it can ground both of you because you feel like you're going to float away.

The first hero comes into view, a young upstart a year or two under Katsuki and Izuku. She waves at the security guard sitting at the ‘no re-entry’ desk before being greeted by squeals and running hugs from three girls that look like they could be her sisters. She almost falls over from the force of it but after a few seconds of suffocating hugs, she manages to get the girls to keep moving towards the exit.

Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest and you don't know what you're going to do when you see him. Will it be a movie reunion where you jump into his arms and share a searing kiss? Or will you be frozen in this spot unable to move?

You have a lot of time to ponder it as more and more heroes emerge. You even get a high five from Denki before he dashes off towards the subway.

The crown thins out until there are only a handful of you left waiting, including you and Inko.

The excited racing of your heart starts to turn into anxiety. What if they got detained, or went to the wrong airport, or even worse, what if something happened to their plane? You haven't checked your phone for news since you got here; what if there was an attack and you missed it?

Your palms start to sweat and the tightening in your chest is only egging on the anxious energy inside you. But before you can start to spiral, Inko taps her hand on yours. You look over at her and there are tears brimming in her eyes.

You follow her gaze and see them.

Kirishima’s bright red hair draws your attention first; his jean jacket and black hat can't hide his enormous stature as he adjusts his backpack over his shoulder, smiling at Deku next to him.

Izuku's hand moves wildly, recounting some tale from his time abroad. His fluffy green hair ruffles as he walks, pulling his roller bag along behind him.

And then you look at him.

Your heart sputters in your chest. His spikey hair is messily stuffed under that old baseball cap, and he wears a dark green jacket over a plain white tee. The duffle bag strap is slung over his shoulder and even for how heavy it is, it's nothing for him.

You fight the smile forming on your face as you watch him. The group hasn’t spotted you yet, giving you more time to take in the beauty that is Bakugou Katsuki.

You can see from here that his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be annoyed at whatever story Izuku is telling, and you're sure you'll hear all about it later.

Eijiro leans forward and looks around Deku at Katsuki, saying something that makes Bakugou turn his head away with a pout. Izuku and Eijiro howl with laughter until Kirishima notices you. He puts his hand on Deku’s shoulder, tilting his head towards you, and the two of them share a look before turning back to their blonde friend.

Kirishima rests his elbow on Izuku’s shoulder and the two of them say something in sync that makes Katsuki’s red eyes flare. His lips upturn into a sneer and he's about to yell at them until Kirishima sends him a full smile and points his thumb in your direction.

Bakugou’s face turns and when he sees you, everything about him softens. His chest deflates and the tension that's been building in his shoulders over the past few months finally releases.

His gaze pierces your soul and the air around you whirls with exhilaration. You take a deep breath as tears form in the corner of your eyes.

He's finally here.

Finally home.

You take a deep breath in; you can't look away from him. Six months without him is six months too long.

Katsuki turns to his friends, spitting a few words and flipping them off before he starts to jog towards you.

Inko pats your hand again, before removing your hands from her arm. “Go get him.”

You give her a smile and nod as Bakugou passes over the ‘no re entry’ line.

Your feet move on their own, and you run towards him.

He drops his duffle bag on the ground, and you are swept into his open arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as he hoists you up, holding you against his warm body.

All of your senses are enveloped by him. All you can see, smell, feel. It's all him. The blonde of his hair under his hat, the aftershave he used this morning, his strong arms anchoring you to his soul. It’s everything you've been dreaming of since he left.

He nuzzles his nose into your shirt, taking a deep breath, “I missed you.”

You nod your head and sniffle, “Me too, so much.”

Katsuki’s arms tighten around you as Kirishima pats him on the back. “See you guys later, I’ve got to go surprise a special someone.” He gives a two-fingered salute and heads towards the metro entrance with a skip in his step.

Bakugou leans forward, placing your feet on the floor, but he refuses to let go of you. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer against him.

You grab the bill of his hat, taking it off his head to place it on your own head, backwards. He ruffles his flattened hair before his eyes fall to yours and he smiles. He actually smiles, and it makes your heart soar.

Your breath mingles as the two of you share this moment and you can't take your eyes off him. Everything about him feels right, like the puzzle piece of your soul that is finally returned to you.

He cups your face with the palm of his hand and his gaze falls to your lips. His eyes are half-lidded and filled with love as he licks his lips.

“Missed this,” he softly whispers, slowly leaning closer and closer to you., until your lips meet.

His lips are soft as he presses them to yours. Your eyes flutter close as his fingers brush against your cheek. Your heart glows in your chest as he slowly drags his lips over yours and butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your hands squeeze at the fabric of his shirt, bunching up the fabric and holding him still against you.

You don't want the kiss to end, who cares if you're in an airport or if people can watch. You're his and he's yours and you need everyone here, everyone in Japan, and everyone in the world to know it. Your man, your fiance, your Katsuki.

You start to run out of breath and pull away from him and place your forehead against his, breathing him in and letting your hearts reset until they are beating in sync once again.

There's no way the smile on your face is leaving anytime soon, and the crinkle in the corner of Katsuki’s eyes tells you how happy he is to be back with you.

Izuku clears his throat next to you, and the two of you turn towards him.

“We’re going to get going, get home safe, alright? And dinner next week, don't forget!” Deku puts on the scarf his mother made and walks towards the exit with his arm around her shoulder as Inko wipes at the tears in her eyes.

Katsuki places a quick kiss on the crown of your head and leans down to collect his bag, throwing the strap back over his shoulder. You cuddle into his side, wrapping your arms around his middle, and he takes the opportunity to put his hand in your back pocket.

“So, what floor did you park on?” he asks, pinching your butt through the fabric.

You take a deep breath, smelling his deodorant t and smile up at him, “You know I only park on the ninth floor.”

“Yeah, that's my fucking girl.” He smirks, kissing the top of your head again as you make your way to the elevator.

You ask him about his flight as you head towards the car, riding the elevator up to the top floor, and lead him towards the car, although it isn't hard to find. It's the only one on the entire floor.

The ninth floor is your best-kept secret; no one ever parks up here. Why park on the ninth floor when floors six, seven, and eight are all completely empty? It's become a little ritual of yours: park on the ninth, get dicked down, and deal with airport traffic happy and content, holding his hand. It makes perfect sense.

The black SUV sits at the far corner and you unlock it with a smile. Katsuki leads you towards the side of the car, opening the door for you graciously.

He watches you climb in and you make yourself comfortable against the opposite door as he quickly opens the hatch and throws his duffle bag in.

Katsuki closes the hatch with an eagerness that makes you giggle and jogs back to the open door. He takes a quick look around for any prying eyes that he may have missed before he climbs into the car and closes the door behind him.

The electric air in the car pulls you closer together, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The warm air in the car only makes your body feel hotter and every second that you're not kissing him is a minute wasted.

The car is only illuminated by the garage lights outside and, through the blacked-out windows, not a lot of the light makes it through. But even so, you can see how his eyes bore into you, undressing you with his intense gaze.

Six months away and not being able to see him, his cock, not being able to feel him inside you, or the way that his hands cling to you. It’s been torture, and you’ve spent countless nights imagining how he touches your body.

And now here he is.

He takes off his jacket, throwing it in the back, and leaving him in nothing other than his white t-shirt and jeans. He barely gives you any time to admire the way his muscles bulge in the shirt before he’s kissing you.

It’s nothing like your kiss in the airport. This is hungry and all-consuming. His lips move against yours, pulling you into a duel, and you can't refuse.

You thread your hands into his hair, pulling him closer until he's practically crushing you against the door, but you've missed him too much to care. Who needs oxygen when you have him?

He deepens the kiss, tilting his head and rolling his tongue against yours. It's sloppy and messy as your teeth clash together. It's an engrossing lust that devours every inch of you.

The touch of his hands against your skin under your shirt, the fierce passion that he exudes into everything, the soft sigh that escapes you as the tip of his tongue runs along yours. You're going to burn up at this rate.

Moisture begins to pool between your legs and you need relief. You need him.

“Katsuki,” you moan into his mouth and he groans from the sound. His hands understand what you need and he starts to undo the button on your pants. It's a bad angle, a bad position, but he guides his hand down your pants, reaching the very deepest part of you.

You know you're wet, and from the sound he makes as he glides his fingers through your folds, you must be soaking.

“You're so fucking hot.” He sneers before he plunges two fingers inside of you.

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His fingers curl inside you and you're reminded of how well he knows your body.

His hand moves faster, curling inside you as his lips attach to your neck, kissing your skin.

You grab at his shoulder, grounding yourself as he inserts a third finger inside you. The stretch is enough for you to gasp but it's nothing compared to the stretch from his cock.

You buck your hips into his hand, and your jeans ride down your hips giving him better access to every part of you.

His thumb circles your clit, and you can feel the building pressure in you, ready to snap.

His lips against your neck turn into teeth as he nips at your skin, just enough to sting, but it's enough to send you over the edge. You gush around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm rockets through you. Your back arches as you claw at Katsuki’s shirt, letting out a strangled moan as he pulls his fingers from you.

You look at him through tired eyes; his half-lidded gaze focuses on your heaving chest until slowly his eyes meet yours. A smile spreads across his face, twisted in a way, sending another round of heat through you.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “What, angel? Tired already? You haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

“You're right, what’s taking you so long?” you reply, pushing him back, before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

The devil dances behind his eyes as he smirks. His hands long to caress the flesh that you've just exposed to him, but if you want to play, he can play too.

He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls at the fabric, until his forearm hits the roof of the car. His shirt is halfway up his arms, covering his face and he can't move his arms enough to get the shirt off without flailing around.

You cover your laugh as he tries pulling at the fabric again and once again hitting the ceiling. After another attempt, he lets his arms fall limp towards you.

You can hear the pout in his voice as he asks for help, slightly raising up his arms in your direction.

You shake your laugh away, slightly cooing at him, “Say still, let me just—” You pull the fabric over his arms and when it gets to his hands, he balls it up into an angry lump, throwing it on the car floor.

“Damn thing.” His red eyes rake over your form until landing on your pants. “These next.”

You kick off your shoes as Katsuki grabs the waist of your pants and underwear and starts pulling them down. You lift your hips to help him and as the fabric is pulled off of you, the fabric starts to catch on itself and begins turning inside out. By the time the fabric reaches your feet, it’s all wound around and clings to your ankles.

“Come on,” he says with a grunt and a final pull, ripping the fabric off of you. It joins his disowned shirt on the floor and Katsuki huffs in frustration.

You push him back; you don't dare let him attempt to take off his own pants, unless you want the car blown up at his failure.

You can feel how hard he is under the fabric of his jeans, and it makes your mouth water.

“Damn, princess, you’re—” you tug on his belt, as a gasp leaves his mouth, “—you’re fucking eager for it, huh?”

“Mhmm, and I don't want you to blow anything just yet,” you respond, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his pants. His skin is warm against your fingers as you pull down and the fabric slides to his ankles with ease.

His leaky cock rests against his thigh, the weight of him unable to hold itself up. You almost get lost thinking about how big he is and how he feels sliding into the back of your throat, but the promise of him filling you up is much too good to pass up.

“Come ‘ere.” He demands and you sit up on your knees and move closer to him, until he grabs your thigh. His thick hands manhandle you until you're straddling him.

One of his hands rests along your hip while the other caresses your jaw. He leans forward, capturing your lips in another kiss.

You experimentally grind your hips down, brushing his cock against your folds and Bakugou groans into your mouth.

His cock is so thick, and you can feel the head catch against your clit as you continue pressing down against him. You slide against the thick vein running from base to tip along the top of him while his tongue licks against the roof of your mouth.

You swirl your hips, catching the head of his cock against your entrance. Katsuki reaches between your bodies, holding his huge cock in his hand to make it easier to sink down on.

You slowly lower yourself on him and it really does feel like you're being split in half as he pushes him deeper into you.

Your eyes flutter when he's fully inside you. The soft head of his cock resting snug inside you is a feeling you can only describe as being full. Your head falls back as you savor the stretch.

Katsuki kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin as he slowly makes his way back to your lips.

You roll your hips, making him gasp against your neck, and set a slow pace. Each grind of your hips pushes him against that spongy spot inside you. His hard cock pressing in and out, setting a slow greedy pace.

“Fuck,” Katsuki’s voice rasps, “‘M not gonna last. You feel too damn good.”

You let out a shakey breath as his hands grip at your waist. “Me too. So full.”

The steamy air around you doesn't help with the sweat on your body, but even so, you feel ethereal. You're fucking the love of your life like two horny teenagers in an airport parking garage. You‘ll need to stop this behavior eventually but god, you never want this to stop.

Your legs start to shake around him and your hips stutter. It’s hard to keep pace when every muscle in your body is tensing. You steady yourself by grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, digging your fingernails into his skin as you moan his name.

There's a primal look in his eyes as he grabs your ass, and as he flexes his biceps, you realize what he's doing. He’s moving your body for you, bouncing you on his cock.

His muscles bulge under your hand as he guides you down his cock over and over again. Your cunt clamps down around him, making it even harder for him to move, but he keeps going.

Your moans are starting to burn your throat, your voice starting to scratch your throat as you moan, begging for more of him.

His ragged breathing is mixed with whines and your brain can hardly process anything, only the feel of his warm hands against you. The rough palms holding you, the warmth they exude over every piece of you. It drowns your mind and makes your eyes heavy.

“So strong,” you babble, “Feels so good, Kats. Always so good to me.”

His movements stutter at your words until you clench around him again. His hips thrusting into you as he drags his cock in and out of you with dizzying friction.

“‘Can feel you're ‘bout to cum, so cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cum with his name on your lips. Your mind sent up to cloud nine as your cunt milks him, pulling him deeper within you.

He thrusts a few more times in you and holds you against him, squeezing your ass as he pumps you full of his cum. The muscles on his neck strain as his body twitches with the force of his orgasm.

Your body relaxes against him and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Katsuki isn’t much better as he leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes with a small smile.

The muscles in your legs twitch and you clench around him still inside you.

He shakes his head and speaks, “Don't squeeze me—” he lets his hand fall against your ass giving you a light motivating spank “—come on, off.”

You refuse, clinging on to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tightly and pout, “No, I wanna stay full.”

You feel his dick kick inside you as he huffs. You know if he really wanted you to get off, he would have done it already.

He stretches his neck, cracking it on one side. “I just got home, I don't want to ‘woman’ you already.

“But I like when you do,” you say as you draw a heart on his chest with your finger absentmindedly.

He rolls his eyes and levels his gaze on you. “Off, woman, so we can go home and I can fuck you properly.”

You kiss his cheek sweetly. “Well, when you put it like that…”

“Yeah, I knew that’d get you.” He grabs your face and pulls you into a searing kiss. His lips smile against yours and you thread your hands into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

“Welcome home, Katsuki.”

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until my last breath

izana x fem!reader x mikey

wc: 1.5k

summary: You’d do anything for Izana, and that includes killing.

cw: HURT NO COMFORT, ANGST, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, emotional descriptions of death and dying, reader does a murder, blood, guns, mourning

a/n: this is my late submission to @mommysano's izana collab! view the masterlist here!

i hope you all like this and if you cry you by law have to tell me. listen to this for extra hurt

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

The metal is heavy in your hands as the ringing in your ears dulls the rest of your senses.

He was going to kill Izana; you could see it flash through the depths of his eyes. In that split second, you saw what would play out: the bloody and deadly fight that would end with Izana’s head smashed open on the concrete with Mikey standing over his broken body. You couldn't let that happen.

That’s why you pulled the gun.

That’s why you shot Mikey in the chest.

That’s why… that’s why— oh god, you shot Mikey in the chest.

Mikey’s steps falter, and he sways back and forth as his body tries to process what just happened. A shaky hand reaches up to touch the hole you've left in his chest. He looks down at his fingers covered in his own blood and then up at you. His cold eyes are wide with forlorn agony, and his mouth opens and closes searching for words he can't say.

He tries to take a step towards you, but his legs no longer hold him and he crashes to the ground.

No, no, no.

The gun falls from your shaking hands as you watch him. You try to blink away the image before you. This is a dream— your throat starts to constrict as tears well in your eyes —this is just a dream.

Images of Mikey flash across your vision: younger versions of Mikey who isn’t filled with vile darkness hiding beneath the surface. Every moment the two of you shared, every smile, every laugh. It’s overwhelming. The first time he took you for a ride on his bike. The first time he actually shared his ice cream with you. All the late night drives. The small crinkle in the corner of his eyes that would appear every time he looked at you.

The things that hurt the most are the almosts. The almost kisses. The small touches and whispers when everyone else was too busy to notice the two of you alone. All the things that could have happened if this world was any less cruel.

But here you are, watching the man the younger version of yourself so desperately wanted to love, to save, dying by your own hand.

Your body rushes to him before you even give the command. Kneeling next to him you can see just how badly you've wounded him. Blood pools around his body and his face is so pale.

You have to stop the bleeding, you have to. If you can do that you can save him. You can. You know it. You have to… you have to.

Your whole body feels numb as you cover the bullet hole with your palms, pressing down with the weight of your body onto the only chance you have of saving him. But the blood still pumps out around your hands, covering you in the warmth of him for the last time.

The wretched agony inside of you breaks as you begin to sob over his broken body.

“Mikey, no! I’m sorry. Don't leave,” you wail, doing your best to keep pressure on the wound but your shaking hands threaten to betray you. “Don’t go, don't... please!”

Mikey's breathing is shallow but his eyes slowly open, staring into the depth of your soul and for the first time in years, you see the corners of his mouth tug into a small tired smile.

A smile you need to save.

You can feel Izana next to you; the heavy burden of Mikey’s death you’ve just taken on for him clouds his mind, and his hands reach out to stop yours.

“No!” you shriek, pushing his hands away with your own covered in blood, “I have to save him!”

You put more pressure on the bullet hole and the tears fall from your eyes onto the fabric of Mikey’s shirt, joining the sticky blood pooling on his chest.

Mikey gathers what little strength he has left to pull at your wrists, forcing you to stop.

He can feel the life draining out of him; every pump of his heart leaving him a little weaker, a little less of himself. But you, oh god, you. He hasn't been able to see you so clearly in ages. The curves of your lips, the tears in your eyes, the loving hands that always cared for him.

You try to pull from his hold to reapply the pressure to his chest, to fix the hole you've created in both of your hearts, but his sharp intake of breath stills you.

“Stop,” he whispers, “Just let me look at how beautiful you are, even when you cry.”

He shakily reaches out to rest one hand along your cheek, brushing your tears away with his thumb.

You cradle his hand with your own as fresh tears fall from your eyes. “I don't want you to go.”

Mikey tries to gather all of the emotions he feels for you into words, but the action only makes his head spin faster. Black creeps its way into his vision, but he pushes it away to look at his brother.

“Izana, take care of her.”

The war within Izana comes to a halt as he and Mikey share a moment of understanding. He won't know how to explain it to you later on, but he can feel every divided emotion the two of them share culminating into one: their undivided love of you.

With clenched fists, Izana answers, “Until my last breath.”

Mikey gives him a small nod and feels his breaths getting weaker and shallower, but he fights off the darkness for one more moment.

He lets your name roll off his tongue, speaking it like a prayer and hoping it will save his soul.

You try to hold back your choked sobs, but your whole body shakes with the force of them and you're unable to stop the ocean of your tears.

Mikey places your hand over his heart, and you feel the faint rhythm under your palms.

“In another life, you'll be mine and I’ll be yours.” His voice is so soft, but you can see the conviction in his eyes. “I’ll find you, I’ll make you happy.”

You nod your head and lean over him, placing your forehead against his own. Your tears fall against his cheeks and the two of you look at each other as time seems to stop.

Once again, the unknowns of your relationship splay across your mind. What if he hadn’t left that day? What if you hadn't fallen in love with Izana? If you didn't have to choose one or the other, if you didn't know the fight was happening, if you didn't bring the gun? If you didn't? If you didn't.

But you did.

Every piece of your life has led you here: every second of longing, of hoping, of dreaming leading you to this exact spot at this exact second.

You press your lips gently against Mikey’s, hoping that your emotions can reach him, that they can tell him all the words that you can't speak.

He smiles against your lips and lets the darkness consume him, the hole that you've left in his chest begins to fill with his best memories. Every moment spent in life that made him happy, or sad. Every dumb thing that he’s done and every spectacular thing he’s seen. Each of his friends' smiles flash before him and then he sees Baji, Emma, Draken, and Shin.

He hates to leave you, he really does, but he knows that you're going to be alright.

He takes their hands.

You feel his final breath against your lips and pull away, a small tear gently sliding down from the corner of his eye.

The warmth of his blood on your hands turns cold and all you can do is cry. Your tears flow from you with no means of stopping.

You can hardly breathe as you look at your hands red with his blood, and everything in your body rejects the idea that he's gone, even though you can see him right in front of you.

Your tears turn to lava as you ball your hands into fists. It’s too much. Too much emotion, too much change, too much you can't control, too many things that are wrong in this world. You're angry at yourself, angry at him, angry at everyone.

You can't hear anything as you scream into the nothingness. You scream until your voice is raw, until you can't feel anything anymore. You scream until the only thing holding you down is the feeling of Izana’s arms wrapping around you, anchoring you to him.

The man you did this for. The one who saw you for you, that would fight tooth and nail for you, and who would kill for you, just the same as you did for him.

Your body slumps into his when all of the air falls from your lungs and he holds you tightly until you can see again. Until your vision is unblurred from tears and the air in your lungs no longer feels like it's suffocating you.

Izana silently stands, holding your hand to steady you as you follow. You don't dare look back at Mikey as you leave with Izana.

His hand steadily anchors you to reality and you remember why this had to happen in the first place.

To protect Izana. The man who everyone else abandoned. The man who you love with your whole heart.

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four years and ten months (july)

bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

part of the ruby red series. this is part iii of the breakup arc.

part ii | part iv

wc: 6.1k

summary: when you see your ex at deku’s birthday party you can't help but be swept away in the emotions he elicits from you. can you fight against your feelings while he's vying for your heart?

cw: angst, smut (sex with your ex, possessiveness, daddy kink, a lil edging, unportected sex, creampie), nicknames (princess, baby), Baku carries reader (he could do it, have you seen him?), no happy ending, reader looks hot af in a dress and heels, alcohol, side kiri x mina, unreliable narrator, very self-indulgent, reader has a birthday in the last week of july for story purposes.

a/n: I originally put this out on dekus birthday which i feel is a very important detail (but its not lol). next part coming soon!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Bakugou watches you hug Izuku from the corner of the packed bar marveling at the exquisitely well-crafted dress that clings to you in all the right places that also has his mind drifting to places they shouldn't.

Tonight is one of his best friends' birthday parties, and every year Deku goes all out — renting out a five-star restaurant or cocktail bar, but this year he has gone too far. This year he chose a place downtown with a garish chandelier that hangs down from the second-floor balcony, white marble floors with floor-to-ceiling windows fitted with velvet curtains that pool on the floor just waiting to be stepped on. Bakugou can't help but scoff at the gaudy place, but he endures because he knows that you are here.

He's been playing this little game of cat and mouse with you since February. Every month when the class 1-A alumni get together to celebrate birthdays he goes only for the opportunity to see you. And it always ends the same: with him taking you back to his apartment to confess his feeling and to apologize, but it never goes that way. Instead, the two of you make out and find your way to his bed, just for you to leave minutes after giving him what he swears to be the best sex of his life.

Tonight will be different, he promises himself. And if it's not, he knows that he will see you again in two weeks for your combined birthday bash with Sero, Mina, and Jiro. It will be the biggest party of the year with swimming, barbeque, and more alcohol than people will know what to do with. But it is also the six-month mark where he left you standing alone in your apartment crying as he walked out the door.

Bakugou knows that leaving you was the stupidest thing he's ever done. He was working too many hours, not appreciating you, and not giving you what you deserved.

That late December night when he came home from working a double you tried to make Christmas plans with him — something about his mom wanting the two of you to come over for Christmas Eve — but he couldn't handle it. The stress, the pressure of not being where he thought he should have been in the rankings two years after graduating, and not willing to drag you down with him. He blew up, lashed out at you, and walked out right after, cementing his fate.

He knows he was an idiot for not listening to others about taking breaks, especially since that's exactly what he has told Izuku so many fucking times, but he was blinded by pride and stress and took it out on you. He will never forgive himself. It's not an excuse. All he wants to do is apologize to you and have you back in his arms while spending the rest of his life making it up to you. He knows he doesn't deserve a second chance but he hopes that you will give him one anyway.

Hell, he and Kirishima have tried to come up with so many schemes to get you back, but they all felt lackluster and like something out of a shitty rom-com. That's not how he wants to get back together. He wants it to be genuine and heartfelt, not a big grand gesture that you would probably hate anyway.

The idea of getting you back with a flash mob was more than enough to have him want to drop Kirishima as his wingman. But Kirishima has valuable intel, he's dating your best friend Mina and you have been over there venting your emotions to them for the last six months.

Eijiro hasn't told him everything, of course. He just hints at the simple truth that you are still in love with Bakugou, and that fact alone is enough for him to be here tonight, standing in a stuffy, two thousand dollar tailored suit, buttoned up and with a tie snug around his throat. For you, he reminds himself, everything is for you.

He watches Mina leave Kirishima's side, pulling you into a hug and blabbing about something that makes you smile before dragging you away from Deku and to the bar.

“So man, what's the plan for tonight?” Kirishima asks, nudging Bakugou in the side before taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

Bakugou rolls his eyes at the question. “Tch. Same as always. Just try n’ talk to her.”

A smile forms on Kiri’s face, “Riiiiigghhht,” he exaggerates, drawing out the syllables, “just talking to her, huh?”

“What two consenting adults do together is none of your business, shitty hair,” Bakugou retorts, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.

“Aye, that's what your mom told me last night!” Kaminari chimes in, popping in between his two friends unexpectedly and slinging his arms around each of their shoulders.

“You little shit!” Bakugou shouts, before Denki is rushing off trying to hide from Bakugou as explosions pop in his hands.

Mina intertwines your arms as she leads you over to the bar and orders you both drinks before plopping down on a barstool and patting the empty one next to her.

She sips her drink and looks over you again, closely eying your expensive designer dress.

“Damn, girl! You look so good tonight!” she gushes.

The complaint definitely boosts your ego, you better look good tonight, you spent way too long getting ready for you to not look ravishing.

“Thanks, Mina,” you smile at her. Tonight you're happy to be out, it's been such a long time since you've had fun like this.

Mina raises her glass to her lips and takes a sip, “You're not dressed up super fancy for any reason in particular tonight?” She raises her eyebrows as she waits for your response.

“Yeah actually, do you know if Hawks is coming tonight?” you reply.

“Har har, very funny,” she rolls her eyes at you before turning to scan the room. “You know, I think he looks really dashing tonight. Almost like he dressed up for someone in particular...”

“I don't know who you're referring to,” you say, watching the ice in your glass clink together.

You know exactly who she's looking at. You can't act like your eyes didn't immediately search the room for his spikey ash hair and crimson eyes as soon as you got to the party. And when you saw him standing in a corner in a brilliantly tailored suit you almost drooled.

The last few times you've seen him have all led to the same thing: you under him, moaning his name and then pushing him away after, leaving as fast as you can to spare your heart any more pain. You’re probably just a meaningless fuck to him, and you’re too afraid to find out the truth. You honestly don't know if you would prefer that statement to be true or not.

If you are just a fuck to him, at least you still get something out of it. You still get to feel his hands on your body, his strength as he towers over you, and you can let your body pretend that you're still his and he’s yours. After all, who is better to please you than the only person you've ever been with.

On the other hand, if he wants something more, what would that mean for your broken heart? That all your suffering was in vain? Or that he's the only one that can mend it? It doesn't feel right, but you have noticed a change in him: he's more caring, even with reporters and civilians, and you've seen that he wants to talk more. But you are the one that keeps shutting him out.

That guilt eats away at you but then you remember that you thought from a few months ago, ‘I don't want to be in love anymore.’ Was that really true? Is it still true?

You don't have time to ponder before you can hear the sound of someone screaming your name.

“Y/N! HELP ME!” Denki all but screams as he runs at you full tilt with a fuming Bakugou behind him.

You have just enough time to set your drink down on the bar before Kaminari all but slams into you, pushing your body between him and his pursuer.

“Denki, what are you—” you try to blurt out before you stumble in your heels.

You feel yourself falling forward and your brain sends a rush of adrenaline through you. Please body, don't let me fall. Not here in this designer dress.

You feel a solid wall of muscle collide with you and a strong arm wraps around your waist, anchoring you in place and saving you from your plummet.

Oh no.

You’d recognize that scent anywhere, woody sweetness masked by an intoxicating smoky aroma.

You grab onto one of his arms to help you steady yourself and you can feel the muscle flex through his suit. Your gaze trails slowly up his chest and up to his face. His ruby eyes meet yours with something dangerous hidden in his irises and your breath hitches in your throat.

His fingertips feel hot through the fabric of your dress. “Hey, princess,” he draws in a seductive tone. He glances at your lips before trailing down to your chest that is pressed firmly against him.

“Katsuki,” you respond with a breathy whisper.

You can hear Mina berating Denki for being so careless and childish behind you, but her words seem so far away. The only thing you can focus on is the feeling of Katsukis gaze taking you in and the way your heart rate quickens. The world around you fades away and only this moment remains.

“Thank you for catching me,” you manage to squeak out. The soft tone of your voice causes Bakugou to pull you closer to him.

His hand on your back clutches at your dress before he remembers that the two of you aren't alone.

“What else am I supposed to do when you're so obviously fallin’ for me?” he says in a tone only meant for your ears. The smirk on his face is so devilish, you wouldn't mind smacking it off, but you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach from erupting at the implications.

A loud cough from behind you stirs you from your moment with Bakugou. You look over your shoulder and you see Mina’s eyebrows raised, giving the two of you knowing glances.

Kaminari takes this as his opportunity to get away again, giving you a two-fingered salute before making a break for it into the crowd of people.

Bakugou scoffs at Denki’s brazen cowardice, before moving his hands so they are resting on your arms.

“Can we talk later?” he asks, eyes pleading.

You nod in response before he turns away from you, searching for Kaminari in the crowd of people.

“Get the fuck back here, Pikachu!” his voice booms throughout the room as Denki tries to scramble deeper into the crowd.

Bakugou makes his way towards him and you can't help but let out a laugh at their antics. Even in a place as fancy as this they are the same. As childish as it is, you can't help but love their behavior.

You grab your drink on the bar, taking a sip, and leave the glass resting against your lips, smiling into the rim of the drink.

Mina clears her throat, “What's with the smile?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

Of course Mina recognizes that smile. It's the same one that you had the first half of second-year until Bakugou finally made a move on you. The memories make her smile into her own drink before taking a sip. The two of you sure have been through a lot together.

“Uh-huh, sure. I believe you,” she mocks. “Is tonight going to go down like all the other parties?”

Your face falls as you remember that that flirty interaction with Bakugou was just that. It didn't mean anything.

“No,” you respond in a somber tone. “Don't let me leave with him again, Mina.”

You turn to face her with pleading eyes, but she just shakes her head and smiles.

“You always say that, but last time you threatened me with a fork. I don't want to get stabbed,” she laughs.

You know she's right, but she could at least pretend. You let out a small huff of air, and wonder how exactly you've been reduced to threatening your friends with forks just to get dicked down. It's probably Bakugou's fault you decide for the sake of your own sanity.

The rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. Deku made his rounds receiving birthday wishes, Denki and Bakugou got a stern talking to by Kirishima for being so disruptive, and you spent most of the evening with Mina and Jiro surrounded by people sipping on drinks that were way too expensive and laughing way too hard.

It felt really good to be out in society again and not feel like you were burdening others with your sadness. The confidence boost that your stunning attire gave you didn't just make you feel good, it seemed to pull others into your orbit as well. Plus you got to spend time with a bunch of people that you haven't seen in so long and it felt like you were back in school again, being able to talk to all of your friends easily and comfortably.

Bakugou spent most of the night watching you and the flock of people that kept running to your side. Especially the men in the room that couldn't get enough of you. Of course, they couldn't. You looked drop-dead fucking gorgeous and any of them would be fucking lucky to take you home.

He watched Ojiro, Shinsou and even Mirio Togata hang off of your every word, vying for your attention. But he couldn't help how his heart would quicken when he would see your eyes scan the room before landing on him and then quickly turning away from his heated gaze.

It's what fueled him to find you as the party started to wind down.

You’re nursing your final drink of the night. Any buzz that the alcohol had given you earlier was long gone now as you sit alone at the bar. Mina had already left with Kirishima and the crowd had considerably thinned out.

A warm body slide into the seat next to you and you see the spikey blond hair out of the corner of your eye.

“Are you drunk, princess?” he asks playfully.

“Nope,” you let the ‘p’ pop on your lips before you take another sip, “and you shouldn't call me that anymore, you know.”

“Oh, so you don’t like it anymore?” he chimed, not missing a beat and bringing his face closer to yours.

You feel your cheeks heat up and look away from him, “I didn't say that…”

“What are you doing for the rest of the night?” he asks as if it wasn't already one in the morning.

You rub your ankle, massaging the heel where the pain started a few hours ago. “I’m hopefully going home and taking these heels off.”

“Can I join you? I really want to talk.”

You mull over your options. You can either go home alone and feel miserable, or you can go home with him, have a really good orgasm and then feel miserable. You're going to be miserable either way, you figure, so you might as well start thinking with your pussy rather than your brain.

You turn to face him in your chair, “What do I get out of it?”

He smirks and lets out a small laugh, “I have been told that I am a very good conversationalist.”

He has never been told that once in his whole life and much as you try to suppress the smile forming on your lips, you can't. Katsuki puts an elbow on the bar and rests his head on his arm, swinging his leg under the table and watching you finish your drink.

“You're in a good mood tonight,” you say to him quizzically.

“I am now.” Sitting here with you like this, almost as friends, definitely flirting, is making him feel like a teenager again, you've always had that effect on him. Watching you get hit on all night did sour his mood, but now that your attention is on him, he feels content.

You let out a small breath of air before taking the last sip of your drink. “You're just excited to get laid.”

No, you’re wrong, he thinks; he's excited to spend time with you, to talk with you, but he won't complain if the night ends up with the two of you between the sheets, but he keeps that to himself as the two of you stand.

You get your purse from the coat check and try to say your goodbyes to a very drunk Deku, who is hanging dangerously off of Iida’s arms, with Iida trying to wrangle him towards the exit.

Bakugou follows you outside with a hand on your lower back.

“Did you drive?” he asks you.

“No, I carpooled with Jiro. I was just going to Uber home.”

He hums in response, “We can take my car then.”

He leads you through the parking lot to his car and opens the door for you, helping you inside before he climbs into the driver's seat.

When the car is started, he blasts the AC to get the summer heat out and distractedly asks you, “Your place then? It's closer.”

You fidget with your fingers in your seat before you look at him. “Um, I actually got a new place so yours is closer now,” you respond, trying to gauge his reaction to the news that you moved out of the first apartment that you had shared, the first place that the two of you had made love, the last place where you were his.

A variety of emotions played on Katsuki’s face, and his eyebrows furrow as he takes in the news. He has no right to be upset or off-put by this, but in a way, it's like a piece of you is finally done with him.

He rubs at the ache in his chest. “I guess it's my place then.”

A part of you was hoping for a stronger reaction from him as he begins the drive to his apartment. You hoped he would be angry or sad at you for leaving the home that surprised you with all those years ago. Why does it hurt that he doesn't care?

You watch the streetlights cast shadows on your reflection in the mirror during the near-silent car ride as your mind wanders. What is it about cars that make you always think so hard? Is it the fact that they are literally moving you along from one fixed point to another? They leave no room for miscalculations but driving is something that most people don't even think about.

You wish that life was as easy as driving from one spot to the next, but feelings make that a little too hard. Sure, you can pick a person, get married, drive along all the spots in life, but what's the point if there is no love, or if the line you're driving on suddenly drops out from under you.

The image of Bakugou driving the car containing the two of you suddenly dropping off the road causes your stomach to flip, and not in a good way.

You at him driving so effortlessly, his hands resting comfortably on the steering wheel with his side profile being perfectly framed by the reflection of the building behind him on the glass. You trace your gaze down his neck and to the muscles flexing under his shirt as he makes a turn.

You're not sure what his reasons are for wanting to talk to you so often, or if that's just what he's decided to call these rendezvous. Does he want to talk about a friends with benefits situation, because you don't think you could handle that. But is that really different from what you're doing right now?

And this thing that you're doing now, you're sure everyone knows about it. Do they think worse of you for fucking your ex? Do they know that you're still totally and completely still in love with him, even though every night you swear that you will wake up tomorrow and forget him? They probably do.

Worst of all, is he just using you? Meeting up with you like this after parties because it's convenient for the two of you and easy because you know each other's bodies so well? It's an option that you've considered almost every night at three a.m. when you can’t sleep. It would break you even more than the first break up did, so that's why you can never just talk to him.

You're terrified of what these feelings of yours are going to put you through. The last thing that you need is to be shattered into a million pieces again by the same man. So you've taken precautions to guard your heart, not that you've been able to follow them.

The first rule was no kissing. That went out the window the first time you were alone with him. You practically dislocated a disk in his neck with the strength you used to pull his mouth to yours.

The second rule was no feelings. Yeah, you laughed when you broke that rule the second you thought of it. You were royally fucked already, there was no way you wouldn’t have feelings for him.

The third rule, and the only one you've actually been able to keep, is no sleeping over and no cuddling after. You’ve read enough fanfiction and seen enough movies to know that sleeping in the same bed or cuddling after sex always leads to more complicated emotions. One bed trope? No thank you.

You try to clear your mind of all the negative thoughts as Bakugou pulls into his parking garage.

Maybe you should just ask him to take you home.

He gets out of the car and briskly walks over to help you out of your seat, lending you a hand to help steady yourself in your heels. His fingers intertwine with yours, holding your hand hostage, but your heart betrays your brain by quickening its beat and making heat bloom across your chest.

You're pulled into the heat of him again as the two of you make your way towards his apartment and he holds you close in the elevator, running his hand along the side of your face. He's never been big on words, but this touch of his is giving you more hope than your body can hold.

Be strong, you tell yourself, don't pounce on him when the door closes, hold back, hold back.

He unlocks the door to his place, letting you step in first before he follows.

As soon as the door to his apartment closes, you throw all caution to the wind. Fuck feelings, fuck obligations, and fuck what everyone else thinks. If he just needed to use you as a release, then you can do the same too, right?

You thread your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and pull his face towards yours, kissing him. His reaction is immediate, kissing you back with an amount of passion that shocks you. He bites at your bottom lip and you gasp, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you even closer to his body. The heat coming off him makes your blood run hotter and you need to touch his skin to feel it for yourself.

Without breaking the kiss, you start to push his suit jacket off of his shoulders. Your hands trail down his arms, feeling his muscles as you move the fabric off of him. He grabs the jacket when it gets to his hands and throws it on the floor before gripping your hips and spinning the two of you so that your back hits the wall.

With one last lick to your lips, he pulls his face back.

“Damn you, woman,” he says breathlessly, “I really need to talk to you.”

You intertwine your arms behind his head and purr directly into his ear, “And I really want you to fuck me, Katsuki.”

He grinds his hips into you and you can feel his half-hard cock pressing into you. The last thing you want to do is talk right now. Your mind is too filled with the need to touch him, to be full of him, to use him as an escape from your reality.

“Please,” —you place a kiss on his neck, dragging your bottom lip across the skin— “I need you so bad.”

You can feel his resolve crumble as he ruts his hips against you.

Bakugou can't believe that he's about to make the same choice that has haunted him these past months, but he can't say no to you. He has never been able to say no to you. Any moment with your lips on his skin is better than without. He can talk to you after, he’ll convince you to stay this time.

Without warning, he grabs your ass and hoists you into his chest. He makes himself busy by kissing your neck and you thread your hands into his hair for balance while he’s carrying you to his bedroom.

Every time you've been in his apartment, you notice the small amount of new furniture he's accumulated since leaving you all the furniture in your old apartment after the break-up. Today is no different. When he hoists you up, you get a nice view of a dark high backed reading chair that looks perfect to curl up in.

You’re happy that he's gathering more stuff and no longer is sleeping on a mattress with no bed frame, Kirishima told you about that after he first moved in, but that thought makes some part of your heartache. It means he is just moving on from you and filling his life with new things.

A smack to your ass pulls you from your thoughts. “Hey, pay attention to me,” Bakugou says before dropping you onto the bed.

“Sorry, Katsuki,” you pout.

He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Is that what you call me?” he asks with a stern tone.

You sit up a little straighter in the bed, pushing your chest out for him. “I'm sorry, Daddy.”

“There’s my good girl,” he coos, making your cunt clench at the praise. “Do you need anything special tonight?”

You shake your head, “I just wanna be your good girl.”

The way your eyes look up at him, pleading with him to take care of you, has him melting. He loves you so fucking much. Of course, he's going to take care of you, he’s always going to take care of you.

You grab the belt loops on his pants and pull his hips closer to you, your mouth watering in anticipation.

“You're an eager baby tonight, aren't you?” he says mockingly.

You nod your head again with a bigger pout. In truth, you just want to forget anything for as long as he will allow you. You want your head to be lost in the clouds while he ravages your body.

“I bet you were thinking about me all night while those extras were trying to smooth talk their way under your dress,” he sneered as his hand caresses slowly up your arms, to your shoulders, and to the zipper along your back.

Goosebumps follow along your skin where he touched, and you wait on bated breath as he slowly unzips your dress, leaning over your body and caging you in.

“You looked so fucking sexy in this dress, but I think I prefer you like this.”

He slips the dress from your shoulders and slowly drags the fabric down your chest. The built-in bra saves him an extra step and he silently thanks the gods above for the design of this dress.

“Fuck,” he moans when he palms your breasts in his hands and your breath hitches as he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, lightly sucking and grazing his teeth across the bud.

Your hands start to unbutton his shirt as he pulls moan after moan from your body, playing you like an instrument that he’s long since mastered.

You tug at his shirt and he stands up straight, pulling it the rest of the way off his arms before grabbing his white undershirt behind his neck and pulling it over his head. He tilts his head slightly, encouraging you to finish taking off your dress and heels as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes.

Once your clothes are piled on the floor, he runs his hands along your hips before leaning down to kiss you. His tongue darts out and licks at your lips before diving into you. As he lays you back on the bed with the weight of his body, you feel his hands lift you up, moving you higher on the bed flush against him.

His hands refamiliarize themselves with your skin as his tongue claims you, his grip alternating between rough and tender as he revels in your gasps. His kisses trail down to your neck before you feel a hand snake between your legs.

He runs two fingers along your slick, and groans at the wetness already there.

“Already this wet for me?” he growls into your neck.

His fingers circle your clit, once, twice, before he slowly inches them inside you.

When he's knuckle deep, he curls them and your head falls back against the bed in bliss. He slowly starts to pump them inside you, curling them just right to make you squeal.

You shouldn’t be surprised that he knows how to play your body so well, after all, he's the only one who's ever touched you like this, but it still surprises you every time.

His fingers slip in and out of you so easily, Bakugou can barely think straight. The only thought running through his head is ‘mine, mine, mine.’ He wants to ruin you so softly and completely it makes his dick ache.

“Baby,” his voice comes out slurred and full of yearning, “tell me what you want so I can give it to you.”

His fingers are still curling into you and you blink away stars as you try to respond.

“Please, Daddy. Want your cock, please,” you squeal.

Your body is just on the brink of orgasm, your legs shaking as you feel the pressure in your core ready to snap until Katsuki pulls away from you completely.

You let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“Don't be so dramatic, princess,” he rolls his eyes, “You’ll get to cum on my cock, don't worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“Please, want your cock,” you begin to babble. Your words make Katsuki’s dick twitch when he gives himself a few strokes before lining the tip to your dripping hole.

He presses the tip in and watches your eyes flutter. He knows he's big, but it makes his chest swell with pride at your reaction to his cock every single time. He presses in deeper as your walls try to suck his soul out. He gives you small thrusts until he bottoms out in you.

Your nails scrape down his back leaving red marks in their wake. You feel so full of him and your mind is peacefully quiet, only filled with how good he makes you feel.

“Daddy, more,” you plead as you clench around him, trying to will him to move.

“Fuck, don't do that or you’re gonna make me cum,” he growls into your neck.

He slowly pulls out, enjoying the drag against your plush walls, before slamming into you again and starting a steady, but brutal, pace. His cock prods against the spongy spot inside you with every stroke and you swear that you could die happy right here in his arms with his cock inside of you.

Your moans mix in the air with his breathy pants before he’s kissing you fiercely again. Lips moving harshly against his as he continues to pound into you.

One of his hands grabs yours and entwines your fingers above your head, giving him leverage to start slamming his cock into you deeper and harder, kissing your cervix with each thrust.

Your walls are pulsing around him and he knows you're close. Your legs are shaking around his waist as your body arches off the bed and he presses his thumb against your clit.

He watches as your eyes roll into the back of your head and as your body tenses and you moan his name.

“K-katsukiiii.”

His hips buck into you harder, drawing out your orgasm while his inches closer and closer.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He growls over and over until his thrust becomes uneven and he's spilling into you. His thick cum warms you from the inside as his cock stays buried in your walls.

His lips claim yours as he pulls out of you slowly. You can feel the mixture of your cums seem out onto your thighs but you can't be bothered just yet to do anything about it.

Katsuki rolls onto his side, careful not to squish your legs, and pulls you into him. Your rational brain starts to wake up with each passing minute.

Alarm bells start to go off in your head. You really need to get out of here before something bad happens. Rule number 3, the one you haven’t broken: no cuddling.

You go to move off the bed to gather your clothes, but Katsuki holds you to his chest.

“Please stay.” He whispers so gently it tugs at your heart.

“I can't,” you say, trying to turn away from him again.

He lets you get up and you stand to start dressing yourself.

“What can I do to get you to stay? Just till morning. We could go get breakfast, I want to—"

“Bakugou. I can't stay. I can't do” —you gesture between the two of you like you're quickly tracing the red string connecting you— “whatever this is to you.”

He is visibly taken aback when you call him by his family name and it takes him a second to blink away his shock.

“No you don't… that's not what this is. I need to tell you—”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand just as you finish getting dressed.

“I can't. I just can't.”

You can feel yourself receding into that dark place again, afraid of being hurt, afraid of heartache, and you curse yourself for even being in this situation again. But you're so weak to everything having to do with Bakugou Katsuki. Just your name on his lips makes your heart burn, but you shove that piece of yourself deep down.

You start to walk to the door to his apartment and Bakugou scrambles to follow you, throwing on his boxers as he struggles to catch up.

“At least let me get you an Uber or something!” he yells after you.

Your hand stops on the doorknob before you open it.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble into the air before turning the knob.

He jumps to reach you in time but the door slams right in his face.

Just like that, you leave him, just like he left you. The irony is not lost on him, but he wishes that just once his heart wouldn't break into a million pieces.

He crumples on the floor with his back resting against the door. His hands rake through his hair before he lets out an anguished and frustrated yell.

He doesn't blame you. He's not angry at you. He is miserable with himself.

He doesn't run after you like he wants, doesn't beg on his hands and knees for you like he should because he thinks you need your space. You need to not be crowded by him and to work through your feelings on your own. Or at least that’s what he and Kirishima talked about but fuck, every cell in his body yearns for you.

He makes his way back to his bed slowly, dragging his feet before flopping onto the mattress. He places his nose where your head was on his bed just minutes ago and takes a deep breath and the scent of you lulls him into a dreamless state.

At least he will see you in two weeks for your birthday party, he thinks before he passes out.

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