⭒ Crush

literally denji

synopsis: you challenge satoru to last 24 hours without touching you.

miyan’s notes: satoru you silly goose how could you even think you’d last???

contents: fluff, humor, teasing, light suggestiveness, satoru being miserable because he is a pathetic loser who lives to touch you

it starts with a dumb argument over who’s more clingy.

“you’re like a human magnet,” you say, flicking his forehead as he slouches over you on the couch. “you can’t go five minutes without touching me.”

gojo scoffs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “you’re one to talk. you get cold once and suddenly my body’s a personal heater.”

“that’s survival,” you reply coolly. “you, on the other hand, get withdrawal symptoms if we’re not physically attached.”

he pulls back, just slightly, to pout. “i’m affectionate.”

“you’re clingy.”

“pfft—i can totally go a whole day without touching you.”

“you’re not gonna last.”

gojo’s expression is scandalized. he places a hand on his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “excuse me?”

you shrug, arms folded. “you act like you’ve got god-tier self-control, but you can’t pass by me without touching me, poking me, flopping onto me like a giant cat—”

“not a cat,” he interrupts. “a majestic snow leopard, maybe.”

“still needy,” you reply, trying not to smile. “let’s test it, then. twenty-four hours. no touching me. at all.”

his eyes narrow. “you trying to kill me?”

you raise an eyebrow. “you said you’re the strongest, didn’t you?”

his expression shifts—eyes narrowing like he’s just been challenged to a duel. “fine. i’ll prove it.”

you blink. “seriously?”

he grins. “dead serious.”

hour 1 — 12:04pm

you find him in the kitchen, frowning at the fridge like it personally offended him. he doesn’t greet you with his usual backhug or whiny “babe~”. instead, he just says, “hi,” like a normal person.

you narrow your eyes. “you okay?”

he sniffs. “perfect. totally fine. unbothered. thriving.”

you take your time walking past him to grab a drink, brushing a little closer than necessary. his jaw tenses.

“you’re evil,” he mutters under his breath.

you sip your juice, smirking. “self-control, satoru.”

hour 3 — 2:14pm

he’s pacing around the living room, tossing grapes into his mouth and missing every other shot.

“you’re wasting perfectly good fruit,” you say.

“i’m burning nervous energy,” he replies, flinging another grape too high and catching it with his mouth at the last second. “you don’t realize how often i touch you. like—i go to tuck your hair behind your ear, or bump my foot into yours on the couch, and then i remember. the curse.”

you stifle a laugh. “it’s not a curse.”

“feels like one.”

he walks over to you, leans over dramatically until his face is inches from yours, and breathes, “you’re lucky i’m strong.”

“you’re lucky i’m not keeping score for how many times you almost touched me.”

hour 5 — 5:03am

“okay,” he says, bursting into the room with too much energy. “new plan. i have my infinity on, right? so technically i’m not touching you—”

“no.”

“what if i wrap myself in a blanket first?”

“still no.”

“what if you touch me?”

you squint at him. “are you begging?”

“i’m bargaining.”

you pat his head as you walk past. “stay strong, baby.”

he melts slightly under the touch before realizing. “wait—you touched me!”

you grin. “i never said i couldn’t.”

hour 6 — 6:00pm

dinner is suspiciously quiet.

you chew thoughtfully while gojo picks at his food, glancing at your hands resting on the table. you know he wants to hold them.

you twirl your fork and ask, “so what’s the hardest part so far?”

he groans. “you.”

“me?”

“you’re just so—soft and warm and mine. and now you’re sitting there looking all cute and i can’t even hold your stupid little hand.” he slumps back dramatically in his chair. “i feel like i’m mourning.”

you laugh. “mourning my touch?”

“yes. it’s tragic. i’m gonna die. shoko should do an autopsy on me tomorrow.”

“you’re so dramatic.”

“and you love it,” he says, flicking a grain of rice at you.

you flick one back. it hits his cheek and sticks.

you both lose it.

hour 9 — 9:22pm

you’re curled up on the couch with your legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone, when you feel a stare. a heavy, unblinking, yearning stare.

you look up. satoru is lying upside-down on the other end of the couch, watching you like you’re a limited edition dessert behind a glass case.

“you’re gonna burn a hole through me.”

he groans. “you’re just so huggable. i don’t even want to do anything else, i just wanna lie on you like a warm weighted blanket.”

you close your phone and raise an eyebrow. “just lie?”

“okay maybe a lil kiss too,” he admits.

you grin. “well too bad. rules are rules.”

he rolls off the couch with a dramatic thud.

“you’ve ruined me,” he says to the ceiling, voice meek and void of life.

you walk over to crouch over him. “how?”

“i used to be a strong, independent man. now i can’t go a single day without your hand in mine.”

you snort. “you sound like a victorian woman writing a letter to her lover at war.”

he groans and covers his face. “please come hold me.”

hour 11 — 11:32pm

you’re brushing your teeth when he walks into the bathroom, shirtless, hair damp from a shower, a towel slung low on his hips.

you stare at him through the mirror. he stares back.

“you’re cruel,” he mutters. “you did this on purpose.”

you spit out your toothpaste, trying to keep a straight face. “what, you’re allowed to walk around half-naked, but i stretch once and it’s a war crime?”

“i’m suffering.”

“you’ve got thirteen hours left.”

he points at you with his toothbrush. “when that timer ends, i’m kissing you until we both forget our names.”

hour 12 — 00:03am

you’re in bed now, side by side, separated by a solid five inches of mattress space.

“how am i supposed to sleep when you’re right there and i can’t even wrap an arm around you?”

you sigh. “…fine.”

he perks up. “fine what?”

“i’ll let you imagine holding me.”

“i’ve been doing that all day.”

you snort.

he rolls over to face you, sighing so dramatically you almost laugh.

“…do you miss me?” he whispers.

you raise a brow. “i’m right here.”

“no. i mean, like—physically. touch-wise.”

you pause. and yeah. you kinda do. he is so full of love and your favourite thing to do is accepting that love in any form he gives it to you.

“…a little,” you admit softly.

he groans. “don’t say that. i already spent five minutes hugging my pillow and pretending it was you.”

you giggle, then roll onto your side. “you’re being very strong though. i’m proud.”

he closes his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. “say that again.”

“i’m proud of you,” you whisper.

“…nghhgghghgh,” he moans, pulling the blanket over his head. “stop being cute. it’s killing me.”

hour 16 — 04:11am

you wake to soft murmuring. gojo’s talking in his sleep.

“…love you…mm…’s not fair…no touch…”

you blink blearily and shift. he’s curled around a pillow again, lips slightly parted, brows furrowed.

you almost feel bad. almost.

he reaches out instinctively, hand finding empty space.

“…baby?” he mumbles, still mostly asleep.

you whisper, “still here, toru.”

he sighs and smiles, dozing off again.

your chest squeezes a little. maybe you underestimated how touch-starved he gets. how physical affection isn’t just habit—it’s how he grounds himself. how he knows you’re safe, right there with him.

you scoot closer. not touching. but close.

he sleeps better after that.

so do you.

hour 21 — 9:01am

you wake up to see gojo sitting on the edge of the bed, hair wild, eyes bloodshot, sipping coffee like he’s seen war.

“good morning?”

he turns slowly. “did you know i dreamt about touching you? that’s how bad it’s gotten.”

you stretch with a yawn, your shirt rising up slightly.

he averts his gaze. barely.

“heartless.” he mumbles.

hour 23 — 11:03am

you’re both just sitting on the floor at this point. not talking. not moving. not doing anything but waiting for the final countdown.

he’s staring at the clock like it holds the key to salvation.

“you doing okay there, champ?” you tease.

“one more hour. one. more. hour,” he chants under his breath.

“you really couldn’t handle this being a regular thing, huh?”

he whips his head toward you, horrified. “don’t even joke about that. if you ever pull this again i will literally dissolve into sparkles.”

hour 24 — 12:04pm

the second the timer goes off, he pounces.

you squeal as he practically tackles you into the couch cushions—arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, sighing like a man finally breathing fresh air.

“oh my god,” he groans into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen. “finally. finally. i’m whole again.”

“thank god,” he mumbles, lips brushing your skin. “i thought i was gonna die.”

“you’re so pathetic,” you giggle, but your arms find their way around him too.

he pulls back, just enough to look at you. his eyes are soft, the blue in them glowing faintly in the dim room.

“i could never live without you, baby,” he murmurs, and then he’s kissing you—slow and deep, fingers sliding up your back like he can’t get enough.

he pulls back just enough to cup your cheeks and look into your eyes. his voice is a little softer now, more sincere. “i missed you. so much. never doing that again.”

you kiss him. and he kisses you back like he’s making up for every second he went without you.

you smile against his lips.

3rd years! 📸✌

tags: fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, cheesy proposal.

nanami knows he wants to marry you, but he’s always busy with work that he can never find the time to ask you properly to be his wife. it’s not until one night when you’re watching your little show on the tv in the living room and your boyfriend is sat on the couch, right by your feet with this big and confusing puzzle on the coffee table. you don’t pay much attention to it, very focused on finding out who is the killer in the episode of this season—until kento gently taps your leg.

“baby, have you seen a piece of my puzzle?”

you bring your arms out of the blanket you’re wrapped in to pause your episode and sit up on the couch.

“you lost a piece?”

“it must’ve fell—sorry my love, you must’ve been so focused on your show,” his rough hand gently rubs at your calf and you wave him off before removing your baby blue blanket.

“pshh, don’t be ridiculous baby,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way his stubble tickles your lips. “lemme help you find it.”

you fail to notice that nanami is barely making any effort to locate the missing piece, too busy craning your neck to look under the couch and when you finally find the puzzle piece, you show it to your boyfriend excitedly.

“there it is! I found it—“ as you inspect the piece, you find the word “you” written on the back, and kento nanami holding a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger, hand shaky as he stares down at you so lovingly.

“wha–kento?“

“when we first met, something in my life just changed. I didn’t know what it was at the time, maybe I was too scared to admit it—that you make me feel safe, loved. that you give me a purpose, a reason to be alive and to keep going. I was too scared that you,” he grabs your left hand and kisses the back of it. “were what my heart, my life was missing all along. my love, will you give me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

and when you look at the sticky note sitting above the puzzle it says “my heart” and you were holding a piece of it. the missing piece.

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ONLY FOR YOU [9K]

— viking!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.

WARNINGS: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, viking themes light, smut/fluff/angst, referred to as: lady/baby/princess, p to v sex, assplay, spanking, massage+oil (f), handjob, breast play, fingering (f), head (f), bkg referred to as chief, dirty talk, love confessions, lovey dovey, whole load of grovelling, hello eren n mikasa!!!!

NOTES: part four of FOR YOU viking bkg!! can be read as a standalone. this comes before JUST FOR YOU because i wrote that they love each other in that fic when this fic includes the first confession lol so i’ll edit the note on that fic. hope you all enjoy. the beginning was written many months ago lol but finally finished. lots of grovelling bkg here and i’ve wrote things i’ve never wrote before! looking forward to hearing what you have to say :) also play please please please by sabrina.

FOR YOU MASTERLIST!

what people don’t mention is the unspoken notion that your partner is a reflection of you. you’ve chosen to be with this man, spend your days with him and share your deepest moments. if he does something stupid, there’s an idea that you’d be okay with it, perhaps even do it yourself. having a partner, especially a man at your side puts you in the position to be utterly and completely embarrassed by him. your girlfriends would tell you how they were dating a man who just broke it off randomly and how embarrassing it feels to just share that information. or another how, they took a man home to meet her parents and made not one, but three embarrassing and highly offensive jokes. embarrassment from men isn’t new. but it’s definitely new for you.

you don’t care if silent treatment is childish, you don’t even know how to comprehend everything you’ve heard today. you’ve kept your fake smile on for long enough, through all the conversations, greeting new people and attempting to make new friends. 

bakugou knew something was up with you. how you refused to look at him at dinner, turning away from him every time he leaned in to talk to you. he shuffled to scrape his crispy potatoes onto your plate and you made no move to thank him. the worst was when you froze when he put his hand on your thigh causing him to remove it abruptly.

he needs to go home now, sort out whatever the fuck was wrong with his wife.

he whispers to you, “you finished eatin’?”

you’ve leant back in your chair, plate half finished. all you manage is a nod. 

“wanna go home now?” he’s testing the waters, studying every turn of your head and fidget of the table cloth.

“yeah.” you continue facing forward. you want nothing more than to leave.

bakugou stands and immediately all the attention goes to him. you follow the gazes of the women across the table, how their eyes widen. watching him like a piece of meat.

“we’re goin’ now,” is all he says and if you weren’t so pissed off you would have laughed at how kaminari quickly piles in the last spoonfuls of his food.

your fake smile finds its way back on your face as you rise to your feet, “thank you for inviting us! we had a lovely time.” 

it’s all for the audience when you give your fiancé a side hug, your hand sliding along his chest under his furs. your other hand grips his bicep and you both truly look like a beautiful couple. you feel so unlike yourself, putting on a show in front of other women, especially women you only wanted to be friends with but it’s a job that has to be done. united front and all.

you keep his hand in yours until you walk out to your horses, your crew behind you both. only when none of the neighbouring village people are around do you rip your hand out of his.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? did someone do somethin’ to you?” he tries.

“let’s just go home,” you feel defeated. anger and anxiousness rattling through you.

though bakugou steps towards you, chest to chest but you refuse to meet his eyes.

“tell me now so i can sort out whoever’s in there now,” he sounds every bit caring and dangerous, shiny eyes trying to find yours without literally dragging your face to him by the chin.

you sniff, “nobody did anything to me. let’s go home.”

silently you hop on bakugou’s horse daisy, with the man following behind you. after ordering his men, as soon as daisy starts walking he speaks up, “you’re tellin’ me when we get back.” 

today was going to be one of the first times you and your fiancé bakugou katsuki, were out in public together in a neighbouring village. often bakugou would leave the village, for a raid or a deal or a visit. fulfilling his chief duties. you would too occasionally for a new day out with your friends, having fun making new identities for the evening. but today you were lady bakugou. not completely yet in the name but you have your shiny engagement rock on your finger, glistening in every way the light shines. then shiny rubies hanging at your ears and three beautiful delicate gold chains around your neck. a couple of rings littered your fingers from a raid a few weeks ago and you’ve got on one of your new dresses you’ve had tailored recently. the boost of confidence is like no other. you’ve rubbed a dab of honey in your skin and some lavender across your neck and wrists. then lastly a smear of raspberry and sugar that one of the village ladies made for you. 

you feel beautiful and you know it’s a fact when you step out of your home, and your glorious chief of your village is standing waiting for you. he’s had morning duties while you got ready for the journey and you’re a bit surprised by the large entourage he’s bringing with him. you’re bringing your maid sophie, who stands behind you and your fiancé practically has his whole crew. their horses and his own, lovely cinnamon brown daisy at his side.

the frown that many would believe is built into his face, immediately lightens at the sight of you. so similar to the sight of a flower the day it’s ready to bloom. comparing katsuki to a flower does seem odd, with the scar across his lip, another across his eyebrow. then a few more down his arms and his chest. all of which are showing as he’s only got his favourite black furs hanging at his shoulders. they drape down to his waist, covering his nipples but not the deep set of abs he’s got. paired with these premium black boots that cost a fortune and so much jewellery it’s hard to distinguish one chain from another. his silver jewellery is a weight at his neck, just another proof of his wealth and health that he’s able to carry it all day. then his lobes are coated in more silver, as with his fingers.

“you look beautiful…,” he stops what he was doing to give you his full attention, carmine eyes dropping from your braided hair to your feet, “my lady bakugou.”

your body burns at his sweet sweet attention. even the way his men still look at him with shocked mouths open. yes, their chief can be loving. only to you. another man nudges the other, and they go back to preparing their horses.

you snap out of it, shaking your head and walking towards him with a bounce in your step. “thank you my beloved, but i’m not even a bakugou yet.”

then you stop right in front of him, lifting your head to face his. he knows what you’re asking for without saying it. for him to fulfil his husband duties. it’s a single second of looking at each other up close. his caramel scent mixed with something earthy makes you feel deluded and the feeling only worsens when the left corner of his mouth rises in a smirk.

“you will be and you definitely are today, princess,” 

then he kisses you for the first time today. lips slotted together like puzzle pieces as your palm finds purchase on the part of his chest that’s showing. he’s warm and delectable, wasting no time in opening your mouth for his tongue to slide through. he makes you feel all fuzzy, your brain becoming one of a teenage boy to rapidly undress him and take more and more and more of him.

but you’re a grown woman, pulling away from him because someone has to remember there’s an audience around. you brush some of the sugar from your lips off his though it only makes him grab your hand to lay another kiss in the centre of your palm. 

“i mean it though, you look unbelievable. i’m lucky to have you by my side,” it’s said in a deep whisper, bakugou holding eye contact so intense it feels as if he’s trying to communicate those three other words too without actually saying them. you think you would return them.

you grin and it feels like a bubble has formed around you two, “i’m lucky to have you too. you look gorgeous.”

then you pull from his embrace, the deep want, longing, the love for him almost choking you. or not love, or maybe love, or yes love? you move to his horse, rubbing her face soothingly.

“i’m assuming i’m riding with you today, chief?” you say loudly as if to snap out of whatever that just was. your new horse, cheesecake is nowhere to be seen.

he hums, his ringed hand finding your waist, a peck on your cheek, “yeah, want you with me for this long journey.”

the day started so well, poking his sides and sitting behind him on daisy. kissing his neck while he threatens to push you off. bakugou even made sure to inform you about who you’re visiting, one of his closest friend’s eren jaeger. they’ve been childhood friends with their parents also being friends and since his parents have recently passed he’s taken on the role of being the chief of his village. it was only a dinner with his wife mikasa and their new baby in company and a few shared friends of the village. to say you were looking forward to this was an understatement. you loved meeting new people, the potential to be friends.

though as soon as you hopped off daisy, you could sense it. eren and mikasa were lovely, their baby sleeping back home for the moment. eren was gorgeous, tall and lean instead of bulky like your katsuki. emerald green eyes with a beautiful emerald chain around his neck. mikasa took you under her wing, with long shiny black hair and a swiftness that told you she took part in raids.

on the tour around the village, you thought you were going insane. the familiarity all the women had with your fiancé. the bug eyed stares, undressing him with their eyes. you thought to assume it’s because everyone grew up together right? he’s known them since childhood. but from when you meet the local baker, one of mikasa’s maids, actually three of mikasa’s maids, two of her friends, a local gardener, many of eren’s men’s wives, something clearly was going on. one reached out for his forearm to which bakugou turned around just in time to not notice. the most undeniable thing was how every single woman you’ve met here, sans mikasa, looks like they wanted to murder you in the worst possible way. either that or pretending like you weren’t there. gossiping behind their palms to one another with a giggle at the end. 

you remember a while ago bakugou mentioned he’s never slept with women from his village. does that mean it was always from other villages? he can’t have had a relationship with all of these women? bakugou’s facial expression barely changed from one woman to the next whilst nearly every single one regarded him with pure elation until eren introduced you as his fiancé. then the glares and odd optimism like you don’t exist.

“you gonna tell me now? i can’t be a good husband if you don’t tell me. please.” bakugou pleads, following you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. you have half the mind to sleep in the spare room tonight and depending on how this conversation goes you think you just might.

you spin around to face him once you’re together in your bedroom. bakugou jumps slightly, wide eyes at how angry and distraught you truly were, hidden all day. you’re past frowning, gritted jaw and flared nostrils. your hands in fists before relaxing then clenching again.

“you embarrassed me,” you spit.

bakugou feels something snap in his chest before confusion coats him, “what?”

“it would have been helpful, katsuki, if you told me beforehand that you’ve fucked the whole village so i didn’t have to sit through conversation after conversation from women thinking you were back for them or how good you fucked them last or getting glared at by everybody or listening to how every woman in the room knows you have a beauty spot on your left ass cheek!”

bakugou’s jaw drops. he doesn’t think he’s ever in his life been stunned to silence.

his lips move but he’s unsure what to exactly say, “i… i didn’t think—,”

“yeah, you didn’t because multiple women today mentioned how they thought you were their boyfriend and were shocked to find you’re here with a fiancé. then… then hearing how stupid i’d be to think you’d stay loyal to me when you hadn’t been to them!”

you feel hot all over, overstimulated with the amount of jewellery you’ve got on, your socks, the lace of your dress prickling your cleavage.

you breathe, covering your face with your hands before ripping them away the next second, “what the fuck, katsuki! even mikasa, the only woman you hadn’t had sex with was surprised i was clueless. just throwing me out to the wolves today.”

you move to pull off your rings, dropping them in a bowl on your side of the bed. then your earrings and necklaces. 

katsuki steps towards you keeping you out of arms reach. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this in his life. perhaps when his mother would shout at him as a child? but he was a brute, stomping out of the room and thinking he was in the right anyway. usually, it was him shouting at others but he’s actually hurt you emotionally. no broken bones or bleeding, he’s genuinely deeply hurt you.

“i’m sorry, yn.” he chokes, looking at his hands, “i was fuckin’ stupid to now think about that. i just thought about introducin’ you to the guys and their wives. i didn’t even think about my… endeavours with those women.”

“how do you not think about these women while they’re convinced they’re in the running to be the next lady bakugou? you clearly did more than just fuck them,” you focus on one stiff ring, stuck on your pointer finger. fuck, you’re going to need to get some oil or butter. you yank at it again and again until before you know it tears begin to fall. “for fucks sake.”

“shh, shh, wait,” he spins you around by the shoulders and takes your hand with the stuck ring. tears fall onto your hand as you look down and bakugou feels like a knife is only twisting deeper inside of him. “lemme take it off you.”

he opens up a box you have behind you, swiping soft lemon balm between two fingers. he wipes it over your finger, under and around the ring, then slowly twists it and slides it off your finger.

as soon as it’s off you snatch your hand back holding the bruised finger against your chest.

“i’m sorry, baby. for me, it wasn’t anythin’ serious with them. i’d sleep with some of them when i was younger, a few years ago, all before i even knew about you. they were around when i’d visit eren and not to sound weird and up my ass but they all wanted the status from me, not me,” he says sympathetically, dying to drag you into his arms.

you wipe your eyes quickly, “seriously? so you didn’t make it clear to them that it was just sex? you were happy just fucking and leaving these women? who even are you?” 

you pull off your dress, padding around the room in just your underwear to find a spare sleepshirt, “do you know how embarrassing it was? to hear everything about my fiancé, stuff i didn’t even know?”

there’s one under your pillow you drag on with bakugou still frozen like a statue in the middle of the room. 

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i shoulda told you but we’ve barely spoken about our past like that and i didn’t think they’d have that much shit to say about me.”

you frown at him like he’s stupid, scrunched face and turned up lip. “i’m sleeping in the spare room, goodnight.”

“yn, please,” he tries to grab your arm but you dart out the way.

“i don’t want to be around you. we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“leave me alone, fuckboy.”

all your and bakugou’s staff get whiplash looking at each other so fast, rolling their lips in to stop giggles bursting out.

you pay no mind to your fiance sitting at the head of the dining table for breakfast. he’s freshly showered with only his engagement ring on a chain around his neck and a forest green tunic. he’s definitely not his usual well rested self, there’s a tint of darkness under his eyes, his palms sweaty on his thighs. you do this to him.

you on the other hand are still in your nightshirt, bouncing around the dining table to put food onto your plate. strawberries, blueberries, buttered toast and a chocolate croissant. 

“yn, just sit so we can talk. please.”

“benny! thank you for the pain au chocolat! i need to get the recipe from you.”

benny, your head chef waves over to you while bakugou grunts.

“stop fuckin’ ignorin’ me.”

you slowly lift your head to him, eyes wide with faux innocence. “oh, like you did with all those women? again, shut up bakugou.”

bakugou grits his teeth as you pop a blueberry in your mouth. you don’t give him a chance to reply, talking to sophie who walks past you, “i’ll be eating in the gardens. i don’t like the energy in this room.” you waft your hand around you for good measure.

when you’ve left the room, bakugou flings his head back on his seat behind him. “what the fuck am i supposed to do?”

he’s met with silence till he looks over to his staff. some of his housekeepers, his cooks and his maids have known him since he was a kid, others from when he first became chief. most are close to him in an oddly familial way and now with you.

“honestly. speak to me.”

it’s not often bakugou asks for advice so again, his staff are hit with surprise.

sophie speaks up first with the softest tone she can muster. bakugou knows the love she has for you. “apologise, chief. let her talk at you and explain your process of thinking. you were very… sorry chief…,” sophie looks for the right word before landing on, “silly. very silly.”

“fuck,” bakugou grunts. sure he used to sleep around. he didn’t intend to drag anybody on or hurt you in the process. he forgot how possessive women can get… the fuck is he saying, he’s the most possessive person he knows. 

“you lot eat if you haven’t already. i’ll go find her.”

you’re sitting cross legged on one of the wooden benches littered around the gardens, looking out at the flowered bushes and vegetable gardens to the left. you look content, wiping a pastry flake off your cheek and listening to the light hum of bees. till you hear your fiance plop down beside you and your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance.

“ruining my evening and my morning. wow,” you mutter under your breath. bakugou sits up straight, crossing his arms across his chest.

“i’m sorry, i should have warned you i had relations with other women.” his eyes bounce from you to the lake further ahead.

in slow motion, your face twists. eyebrows upside down, scrunch of your nose. “i’m not going to even answer that. i had a woman tell me i was just your new plaything that you’ll get bored of while three other women laughed.”

your voice cracks on the last word and you wonder how you’ve become so emotional now. you haven’t even started talking and you’re ready to cry. you won’t though.

“i’m sorry—,”

“in another room, two girls were talking about how good of a fuck you were and another was close to tears when another introduced me as your fiance. that apparently you slept with her twice and she thought you really really liked her. wait, then another who said she lost her virginity to you years ago and was convinced you’d come back to her?”

you turn to your beautiful man, who has a whole village wrapped around his finger. his eyes are wide at every word that comes out of your mouth.

“i’m not going to call any of those women crazy if that’s what you want from me. i get it. i know what it’s like to have a crush on you, sleep with you and have your attention. i’ll probably be joining them in a week.”

are you being dramatic? honestly, you don’t know, you’re not in the right mind to think about this all clearly. your mind just keeps going in circles that you’re not enough for him. is this all really unbalanced and you like him more than he does you? are you now thinking of every possibility possible? has he given you any reason to not think these things?

“you’re not gonna be fuckin’ joinin’ them. you’re not like those girls to me—,”

“how?”

bakugou blinks, “how what?”

“how aren’t i like them? i’m sure you got some of them gifts, called some pretty, definitely had sex with a lot of them.”

“‘cause you’re my wife. i want you beside me forever.” 

he says it like it’s obvious.

you sigh with your whole body, gripping your plate between the tips of your fingers.

“i need more, katsuki. yesterday i was told every single thing needed to make me the most insecure girl on the earth.” you plead, now putting the plate on the ground to hug your knees in the bench.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you’re slipping through his fingers so he begins talking without thinking.

“i was young and stupid and i used to sleep around. i think it was because i just wanted some intimacy or some, i don’t fuckin’ know, some love? or control over how i was loved? and i’m not sayin’ that for some sympathy or whatever. you know my parents never hugged me or shit, my first hug was from sophie when i was fifteen and my first kiss was from a girl from eren’s village. once i realised girls were attracted to me i used it. no violence or reciting my duties of becoming a future chief. i just craved… intimacy, i think.” 

bakugou sniffs. fuck, he has more to think through than he thought. you’re still beside him, waiting for more.

“i got carried away sometimes. i kept my emotions out when some of the girls were very emotionally involved. which is my bad i didn’t make things clearer. but i never thought about them afterwards, i’d leave and be back on raids, training.” bakugou leans forward in his elbows, head in his hands, “i was fucked up, on my own clock. never taught to care about people i left behind in other villages.”

you watch bakugou realise in real time, the extent of his actions. killing people in raids and he’s left. messing with women and he’s gone. one is his duty, the other… not quite. he stares ahead blankly for a few seconds before turning to you, looking at you as if you hold all the answers.

“do you understand that? and i’m not askin’ for sympathy but do you get what i mean? i was taught to care about my village.” his final words become a whisper.

you’ve gone on raids. you’ve been in rooms with your family as they plan murders. you sit with katsuki as he plans to take other villages' wealth and food. all done for survival and power.

“yeah, i do. kill or be killed, we live on that. but what, i’m in your village, your property, so you won’t do me wrong? that’s the difference between me and them?”

bakugou’s lava eyes harden to rocks, “anythin’ that goes for me goes for you. this is also your village, i am also your property. i am going to marry you, i’m swearin’ on everythin’ i’ve worked for that i won’t do you wrong. that’s the difference between you and them.”

but there’s something there that’s still not enough. you understand every word that leaves his mouth. you follow his lips until he’s finished then the sharp angle of his jaw to the pair of gold earrings in his ears. you need more. more.

“tell me you love me.”

“i love you with my life.”

there’s not a beat in between your question and his answer. there is a silence after of you studying his face whilst he becomes an open book. he sits up straight, twisting to face you. it’s not that you don’t believe him. bakugou tilts his head at you, trying to grab what you’re thinking.

“i can’t be a good husband if you’re not honest with me, baby.”

“this is not as romantic as i wanted it to be,” you mumble.

bakugou chuckles.

“you’re in trouble, don’t laugh.”

bakugou nods in acceptance, hands in the air but his smile stays.

you lean back in your chair defeated, looking ahead.

“so do you love me too or should i fuck off?”

“you’re not getting that from me yet. tell me why you won’t leave me. tell me why i’m different to those women.”

bakugou gulps but it’s easier to speak his mind now, those three words are out of him. 

“‘cause i love you. before i met you i loved you, hearing what people were saying about you. from the day i dropped on one knee before you and how you frowned at me like i was a fuckin’ idiot before saying yes. the way you care about me, the way you love our village and everyone from your home. i won’t leave you because i need to hear you snort when you laugh too hard three times a day minimum or i’ll die. ‘cause if i leave you, i’ll think about you for the rest of my life. ‘cause if i leave you i’ll never get to hear how cheese and grapes are better than cheese and apples and i’ll never get to see you fuckin’ smile at me. ‘cause if i leave—,”

you slap a hand on bakugou’s mouth, “okay i get it.” a soft smile finds your cheeks.

lightly, he pulls your hand away. “‘cause if i leave you i won't get to love you and i think that’s all i’m really here to do. i shouldn’t have been a dickhead before, shouldn’t have lied or used those women. i won’t even have the chance to do it again. i’m sorry for embarrassin’ you too, you can punch me in the throat for that.”

“i’m not going to punch you.”

“you can if you want.”

“i don’t.” you shake your head slowly, before rising to your feet, “so i was planning on spending my day with cheesecake and then helping the villagers. i’ll see you later maybe.”

maybe? spending your day with your horse instead of him? “no love you back? i’m free until the evening though, baby.”

his tone lingers, arm stretching out to grab your hand. but you move out the way just in time so you don’t make contact. by the way you’re stepping back, hands behind your back, you’re refusing to touch him. he pushes, “now tell me you love me.”

you know it’s hurting him not to hear it from you and the feeling makes you grin internally. “i’m still mad at you, you little whore.”

bakugou sighs dramatically, “i said i’m sorry. gimme a kiss.”

you laugh in surprise, “it’s going to take more than saying you love me to make me forgive you for a village’s worth of embarrassment, fuckboy.”

you don’t even give him time to reply, going back to your home to prepare to bathe and change before heading out to see cheesecake. bakugou stays seated on his bench, following your figure. he suddenly feels so full yet empty. he grinds his teeth, cracking his knuckles. you need to say you love him back. he knows you do… right? but now he needs to work for it. can’t be that hard. 

to get to the stables you need to pass bakugou’s training ground. there are sheds of weapons and armour, seating for an audience and a large patch of mud from grass being eroded with all the movement. you only look at the groups of men, some wrestling, others with knives till you land on your fiance smack bang in the middle giving instructions.

your fiance, the only man with no shirt on, is shiny with sweat and his usual slacks cut to shorts. you tut, knowing exactly what he’s doing. he’s all golden brown from being under the sun, abs like freshly baked bread from the oven. he’s still got his iconic silver chains and his earrings in, glistening from perspiration. he pushes his hair back off his forehead, features mushed in an unimpressed frown. any other time and you’d probably walk through the violence and over to him. have a quick chat, palm on his chest. tracing over the scar on his stomach.

though when he’s about to see you, you turn your head away. 

“yn! princess!” 

you have half the mind to completely ignore him but united front and all. people are watching, especially the village women in the stands whose greedy eyes follow your husband like prey.

you sigh, “yes katsuki.”

there’s a tinge of anxiousness in bakugou and he can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt like this. he stands up straighter, rolls his shoulders back and even puffs out his chest a little. then he realises your tapping foot and your darting eyes like you wish to be anywhere but here.

“i was waitin’ for you to walk by. i’m gonna make it up to you,” and your chief of the village fiance reaches behind him to pull out a beautiful blush pink peony. your favourite flower. though its stem is a bit bent from being in his pocket and a few petals are browning from being picked too early.

you take the flower to inspect between your fingertips. “i, err, got more for the house in case i damaged this one.” he can’t stop talking, “kinda fuckin’ did there. fuck. i didn’t want my men to step on it if i left it on the ground. there was loads on the east side of the river and i thought of you. i love you, i told you earlier but i wanna tell you more.” he clears his throat, scratching his head then crossing his arms, “hope you enjoy your day today, i love you.”

bakugou’s first time navigating love and he has no clue how he’s doing. your blank stare isn’t helping. he can’t figure out which cogs are turning in your head and he can’t translate your crossed arms. one of his men walks past you both, looking at their chief’s love being unreciprocated.

“can you get back to fuckin’ work?” bakugou growls and the man holds his hands up then shuffles along.

“thank you. i do like peonies,” you state.

bakugou’s chest burns and his throat gets tight. that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. “thought i could put it in your hair?”

you don’t say yes or no so he takes it upon himself to weave the stem through a braid, the flower landing by the arch of your eyebrow. 

“you look beautiful. like my princess,” he says, eyes glowing as he studies you. you smell good too, buttered lavender and thyme. 

if you weren’t mad at him you’d be climbing on him like a tree in your forest, bringing him in for a kiss on his lips and cheeks. 

instead, you give him a tight smile, “thank you katsuki, i love it.” not him. “i’ll see you later.”

then you jog to the stables.

bakugou’s left surrounded by his men, grunts and harsh chuckles. a hand lands on his shoulder, “she still mad from yesterday?”

he’s not got it in him to tell kirishima to fuck off so he just agrees. “yeah. i’ve never had her like this before.”

“at least she’s not completely ignoring you. i’ve had that before and it’s hell. just get her gifts and shit. women like that.”

he knows what women like, he didn’t realise a whole village still remembered him. you though, what’s going to get you to love him?

“fuck!” bakugou mumbles to himself, water coating his shoes. “who would leave this by the entrance?” 

you watch the bucket of clean water you just collected from the stream now soaked in bakugou’s socks and the hay on the ground. you pat cheesecake’s side.

“i would. i wasn’t expecting any visitors,” you say and it’s clear in your tone for him to go away though stupidly he stays.

bakugou blushes, yes, blushes. hot red spreads across his cheeks and he knows his ears match. you still have the peony in your braid and some how it looks as if it’s bloomed for a second time, brighter and pinker than before.

“sorry, fuck, you got that from the stream too. i’ll replace it when i leave.”

you’re silent watching him.

“now?” his eyes widen, “okay wait here, i’ll be back in a second?”

as soon as he’s gone, bucket in hand, you let out a giggle.

“he’s so stupid, isn’t he? big bad chief not so bad now,” you whisper in cheesecake’s blonde mane, taking your comb to brush through his long strands.

it doesn’t take long at all for bakugou to return, four buckets of fresh stream water in his hands. he refills cheesecake’s water trough first, leaving the two spares in the corner.

he wipes his forehead from the sweat, the heat getting to him. he’s still missing a shirt but you’re not complaining, the glisten of his pecs has you lightly sighing.

“i just want you back,” 

he did not mean to say that. the words surprise bakugou, and he rubs his face with one hand. the action leaves a stripe of dirt across his cheekbone. you want to smile but you hold it back. you haven’t embraced since before your trip yesterday, over twenty four hours of not being wrapped up in his arms. it reminds you of when you first met, the push and pull.

you turn away from him, walking cheesecake back into her pen. you bite down on your lip, “katsuki.”

bakugou knows what that tone means. 

“she’s beautiful, isn’t he? i asked your mother what horse you had as a child and i tried to get one similar to what she described.” you never knew that, “i wrote a letter to all the villages, even the ones that fuckin’ hate me but they still read it. when i first saw him i knew he was the one for you.”

you keep your eyes on cheesecake. his blonde main, the caramel of her body, the patches of auburn. he’s a darling. tender temperament with chunky hind legs for a strong ride. you feel bakugou’s presence behind you but he doesn’t touch you.

“turns out he’s your old horse’s grandson.”

that makes you spin around, “really?” cheesecake is related to your childhood horse? “why didn’t you tell me?”

“honestly, i think it slipped my mind. we were still getting to know each other and i didn’t want to scare you or look like i was tryin’ too hard.” bakugou laughs, “i can admit i was tryin’ very hard.”

“you… did that for me?” your fingertips touch your lips and bakugou flickers his eyes to that spot. 

“i knew i was gonna love you. fuck, i already did then.”

you wanna jump and climb on him. have him push you into the hay and have his way with you. with his strong arms, stubble growing in. all this effort when you barely knew each other.

you point your finger in his face, “stop. i know what you’re doing, you need to know what you did yesterday was so unfair to me. i’m not a pushover.”

bakugou nods rapidly, cradling your hand with both of his. “i don’t think you are. i know i was stupid.”

he steps forward and you can feel his breath on your face. the bare skin of his chest against your off the shoulder white top.

“i love you, yn.” 

you swear your panties soak through just a little.

“i’m not saying it back to you.” 

bakugou grins at the defiance in your eyes, ducking down to brush his lips against yours, “don’t then. as long as you keep me around.”

it’s you who pushes up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. there’s relief from bakugou, you can hear his exhale in the kiss. your whole body tingles, hands moving on their own to feel his chest, his sides, his shoulders. bakugou nudges his head for you to open your mouth and you step away.

“i’m not having sex in front of cheesecake.”

cheesecake huffs to himself, deciding to mow on some hay instead.

“who said sex? i was just kissin’ my wife.”

“kissing you always ends up as sex.”

“you were the one feelin’ me up.”

you whip your hands off him, “you purposely came here without a shirt on.”

“and it worked didn’t it?”

“you are so… annoying.”

bakugou grins. loud and shiny. white teeth and bright eyes.

“‘cause i love you.”

“shut up, katsuki.”

your body heats at his attention. you’ve had this man bend you in the most insane positions but hearing those words from him has you crumbling.

“fuckin’ in the stables would be somethin’.” he looks around the wooden building with devilish eyes and then studies your body like he’s undressing you. “you naked in the hay. you whining for me outdoors. anybody walking by—.”

“okay, that’s it. see you later,” you fluster, “bye cheesecake baby.”

that conversation with bakugou has you unsettled for the rest of the day. you’ve done your lady duties around the village. helping with the public harvest, then reading with the elderly. you’re exhausted and so so uptight. you’d love a rub down and a good, maybe a couple, orgasms to finally relax.

bakugou seems to know that as he meets you right outside the village firepit to walk you back to your home. this time with a black tunic for the evening. he’s thrilled to see the pink peony still at your ear.

“i didn’t ask you to wait for me,” you’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when bakugou takes it from you and puts it on his.

“i know but i was nearby.”

families wave to you both, saying their good evenings as you both talk.

“i have a surprise for you. something i wanna do for you.” bakugou brushes his fingers against yours. he dying to hold your hand. 

“what is it?”

“surprise, princess. i think you might need it.”

in one of the spare rooms in your home, bakugou has prepared a table layered with multiple cloths. bottles of honey oil from the village on top of them. 

“you looked tense earlier, gonna give you a massage.”

a laugh gets stuck in your throat, “tense? i was tense because you’re a menace!”

bakugou’s joyous beside you, “i know you want one.”

you raise your eyebrow, crossing your arms, “is this for me or you?”

“being with you clothed or unclothed is always a pleasure, princess,” he smirks and you shake your head.

“fine. just because my body aches and… yeah.” you want his hands on your body.

you pull off your top, covering your breasts with your forearms as you begin to climb the table. that’s all you take off, for the time being. you’ll wait to see if he deserves any more of you.

once you’re flat on the table, you shut your eyes, listening for his footsteps behind you. there’s the ring of the glass oil bottle, then the silky slap of the liquid against his hands. you inhale when he lays his hands on your shoulders.

oh fuck. his hands are paws on you, rough and hard, thumbs drawing circles on you. it feels like heaven as he harshly pushes out a knot, just the right pressure to make you release a soft moan.

“that feels so good, ‘ki,” 

once he’s worked your shoulders, he takes the remaining oil on his hands to smooth down your spine and back, leaving your skin glistening beautifully.

“not to be fuckin’ horny but you’re so… perfect,” he lands on. it’s just your back, but it’s your back. the sensual dip, the rise of your ass. “i love you.”

you giggle to his surprise, opting out of replying with words.

he rubs down your back, avoiding staring at the curve of your breasts against the table. maybe this is a bad idea because his crotch is currently aching in his shorts. 

“can you go a little harder? your hands feel amazing,” compliments are tumbling out of you, but who can blame you with hands this large on your body?

bakugou coughs a sound of agreement.

he kneads his palm along your back and you turn your head to face him, eyes still closed. the harder he presses your lips part, a soft exhale leaving them. “nice, so nice.”

the curve of your ass. “can i take this off, princess?”

he’s about to leave you completely naked on the table.

you hum melodically and bakugou feels like he’s testing all of his instincts as he slowly pulls your skirt and panties off in one go.

he’s idiotic for doing this. he pours oil in his hand, slapping some on both palms before rubbing your ass. 

“fuck me,” he mumbles and he notices your fingers twitch. 

honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever been so horny. if he were to spread your thighs apart, he’d be able to see the slick wetness against your pussy lips. you hope you haven’t stained the cloth below you. it’s like a buzz in your veins, a neediness for more even though his hands on your ass makes you feel… sexy.

he loves you and your body. the roundness of your hips, your back, your ass. bakugou lays a kiss on your spine as he runs his hands over your hips.

“it’s taking everythin’ in me to not spank you right now,”

fuck, you want to lift your hips and put your pussy in his face. as soon as you open your eyes, bakugou’s reach yours. he’s waiting for permission, like a good dog.

you bounce your ass, lifting your hips and landing back down, “go on then.”

you’ve never been spanked before, not naked. but you think you’d take anything at this point.

“tell me if it hurts.”

he swats your ass deliciously. you release a moan, the snap of pain quickly being replaced with sweet pleasure. you feel like a cat in heat, dying to rise on your knees and arch your hips in his face.

“oh baby,” bakugou adjusts himself in his shorts. squeezing himself tightly before letting go. “two more times for me, yeah?”

“yes please, chief,” 

he growls above you, spanking you again and watching as your cheeks ripple. your eyes flutter shut with a whine like sugar. it lights you up, fulfills your neediness before making you desperate for more. then he swats you again, quick, before moving to massage your ass right after so you don’t feel too much pain.

“fuck, aren’t you beautiful? i’m fuckin’ luckiest piece of shit to have you, aren’t i?”

the sun begins to set in the distance, warm orange streaming through the room to coat the table. your skin glistens and bakugou feels his balls get heavier. 

“more, ‘ki,” you’re a twitching kitty for him, keeping your face smushed against the table to arch your hips for him on your knees.

bakugou groans like a beast at the sight of you. all wet and slick for him. you’re all needy, begging for his touch.

“your stupid little plan worked. now do something about it,” you say, “now.”

oiled hands spread your ass cheeks open and bakugou licks a stripe across your asshole. he feels like he’s drunk on liquor, plunging his tongue in your hole, feeling the urge to hump himself across the table. he pools his spit between your cheeks attacking the space like a starved man, back from a week long raid. he’d take anything from you, do anything for you.

you didn’t expect him to go there but it makes you thrust back into his face for more. the fact he wants you this bad, willing to have his face stuffed there only turns you on more.

“you’ve got me so fuckin’ hard, beautiful. you taste so good, want you all over me.”

you’re a bundle of nerves and noises. moans and whines mixed with pleasure and a bite of pain when he digs his teeth in the fat of your ass.

“wanna eat you all up.”

then he moves down to your swollen clit, puffy and wet. he does a couple of licks and when you get noisy, he gives you a long suck.

“katsuki,” you screech, “oh my god, oh my— fuck me.”

you’re a scene from his dreams. arching off the table, moving so much he holds you by the hips. he keeps doing what he’s doing, pulling you back into his face from where he leans over the table.

“who got you this wet, princess? tell me.”

you waste no time replying, beads of sweat dotting your forehead, “you did. from when i saw you at the grounds and then the stables.”

“you forgive me for yesterday?” he tries, inserting two fingers inside you at a curve. 

it’s enough to make you gasp sharply before relaxing into him, pushing your ass towards him. “yes, yes i do. just wanna come.”

you give bakugou this look that makes him weak. pouted bottom lip, round glossy eyes, looking completely flustered.

“okay baby, i’ll let you come,” he kisses your hip, two fingers swiping through your folds. “you know i love you?”

“yes ‘ki, i know. i do too.” you whine, eyelids fluttering when he circles your clit. 

it’s glorious, a sugar rush through your body. bakugou takes his time with you, drawing out his apology. “yeah? thank you baby.” he’ll get the words out of you later if they don’t tumble out of you accidentally. “need to show you how much i love you.”

your slick works beautifully around your puffy clit and every time he rounds to your most sensitive spot you twitch, releasing a loud sigh. bakugou groans when you do. he sucks on his thumb for a couple of seconds, then pops it out his mouth.

“tell me if you don’t like it, princess.”

“okay,”

with two fingers still rubbing at your clit, bakugou slowly slides his thumb in your ass. he only gets up to his knuckle, loving how your lips stay parted, face melted into the table.

“is that good?”

“so good, i feel… all full,” you whine. you make an incoherent mumble of syllables and pants, some sounding like his name and others just needy.

a kiss on your ass. “you look like an angel for me, baby. ass up, letting me play with you.”

he takes his fingers off his clit and dips them in your hole, arching his fingers to rub against your walls. you begin to rock into his fingers, “oh my god, katsuki. i’m about to…”

you clench around his fingers and thumb. your back arches to its highest point and you squeal on the table. shaking as delight rips through you, the corners of your vision goes black and for a few seconds, you’re on a different plain. no longer in this room but on a cloud of warmth and sweetness.

“i said i was gonna let you come, didn’t i? anything’ for you.”

bakugou helps you slide down onto your stomach before flipping you around onto your back.

you cover your eyes with your hands as his eyes run down you. you’re shy for some reason unbeknownst to you.

“take your clothes off katsuki. i can’t be the only one naked,” you whine.

bakugou chuckles, a beautiful one that makes you wanna kiss him. he pulls off his tunic and then his shorts, leaving his undergarments on.

you jut your bottom lip out, “why not those?”

he leans down to kiss your lips, “it’s not about me, is it?”

you roll your eyes, “then if it’s about me, i want them off.”

“you should be the chief, orderin’ me around.”

“someone has to do you it,” you grin, laying your hands over your breasts as he pulls down his undergarments.

your pussy weeps at the sight of him. so painfully hard against his chest, standing mighty and tall. his tip is a shiny bulbous red.

“oh katsuki,” you coo, reaching over to touch him.

he doesn’t tell you to stop because he’s dying for your touch. he edges closer to you and when your fingers circle his cock, a low moan spills from bakugou. he leans forward on the table, his body coating you in a shadow.

“feel better, baby?” you whisper and you watch your hard headed fiance nod. you tighten your fist and then he moans all over you.

“oh fuck. this isn’t about me,” he says to himself then, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, bakugou katsuki,” 

just as bakugou darts his head up to look at you, his head drops down like a plant without light. it’s one loud grunt, his hands clenching the fabric you’re laying on and then he spills all over your stomach. he coats you with white spurts, hips thrusting every time. this big beautiful man is all yours and apparently comes from hearing those three words.

he’s all out of breath, holding himself up shakily once he’s done. 

“i didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, cheeks blooming red for the second time today. his eyes become sleepy, exhaustion in his limbs, “you just sprung that on me. you can’t do that, baby.”

you smirk, “i thought it was cute.”

his cock doesn’t go down in size, he still slaps raging hard against his stomach when you let go. you slide your hand up his arm, around his bicep.

bakugou shakes his head huffing a laugh, “i’m not even fuckin’ done with you and you’re calling me cute. i’m not fuckin’ cute.”

you know if anyone saw you right now, they’d say you’re looking at katsuki like he’s hung stars and the moon in the sky. or if they recognise the look in your eye and they’d know it’s love. 

“i love you, katsuki.”

you repeat, just to watch him fall apart over you. he grins like the diamonds he keeps in your basement, like his men brought him back tonnes of meat after a raid. he smiles at you like the love of your life just told you they love you back.

“you’re gonna drive me insane, aren’t you?” bakugou asks and the sight of him leaning over the table, biceps thick and shoulders large, has you prepped and ready for more.

“that’s what you’ve signed up for, chief.”

bakugou reaches over for some spare cloth to wipe you down, “i’ve never come that quick in my life.”

“let’s go again,” 

bakugou hums, giving his cock a tug. “i’m never gonna go down with you lookin’ like this.”

he grabs the oil bottle again, the time pouring it straight on your clean stomach. 

“you know i’m always obsessed with you but you like this,” with both hands he rubs the oil over your breast, grabbing one in either hand. your nipples peak and harden, your back already arching off the table. “has me addicted.”

he’s a mixture of rough and soft, standing on your left to plop kisses wherever he pleases on your face. 

you’re all sensitive, twitching whatever way he goes. “love these two,” then he drags his warm hands down your stomach to your hips, your eyes follow him like everything you’ve ever wanted is in his hands, in him. “i wanna focus on her.”

bakugou stands at the bottom of the table and effortlessly drags you down by your thighs to meet his hips.

you gasp abruptly at the movement, your hair a messy halo around your head. with one hand he taps his cock head against your clit, your legs reflexively coming up to lock around his waist. then he buries his head in your chest, going between sucking your nipples.

you cradle his head against you, as you fling your head back. “oh god. oh that feels so good.”

he’s loud and messy, flicking his tongue over your nipples. “tell me you love me.” he looks up at you and you breathe a laugh.

“are you gonna always be like this?” 

“humour me, princess.”

“i love you, katsuki.”

“i love you too.”

with that, he drags himself up and slides himself inside of you. 

you cosy up to bakugou’s bicep, as he princess carries you to your shared bedroom. the worst thing about being in love is craving comfort from the one that caused you to need it. but bakugou holds you tightly and you’ve never trusted anyone more. he kisses your forehead thrice.

“i’ve missed you, baby.”

“i can’t show my face around there again.” 

“we don’t have to go back but mikasa was good to you? she can come round or i could—,”

“you could do an apology tour. even though i guess those women will hate me forever. i’d hate whoever was marrying you too.”

bakugou grunts and you jab his side in return. “fine, i could do some letters. ‘i’m sorry my dick was so good—,’”

you sit up, “way too soon for jokes, bakugou.”

“sorry, my beautiful wife that i love so much.”

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Embraced.

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

It takes you a few minutes to work up the nerve to do it. You’re standing outside Toji’s bedroom door, shifting on your feet, feeling ridiculous considering you’re fucking grown yet scared like a kid because of some random nightmare. But the nightmare still lingers, the shadows in your room feeling too heavy, a bit too real. You just need… something.

You knock lightly. Silence. You debate turning around, but then there’s a low, groggy grunt from inside. “What?”

You push the door open just enough to peek in. The room is dark but you can make out his large form sprawled across the bed, barely covered by the blanket. His voice is thick and deep with sleep when he mutters, “The hell you doing?”

You hesitate. “Had a nightmare”.

Toji sighs, shifting slightly to look at your silhouette better in the dark. “So?”

You fidget with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. Feeling awkward and embarrassed to even ask. “Can I sleep with you?”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re convinced he’s about to laugh or worse, tell you to fuck off. But then— “Yeah yeah. C’mere kid.” His voice is gruff, but there’s no irritation in it. Just exhaustion and weary.

You don’t waste time, slipping under the covers, and the warmth of his bed immediately makes your body more relaxed and calm. He doesn’t even hesitate— just slings a big arm over you, gently yanking you in against his broad chest with ease. His skin is warm and comforting. You exhale, pressing your cheek against his pecs and resting your head against him while he holds you.

“Better?” he mutters, voice already fading. “Yeah,” you whisper back. He grunts in acknowledgment and then, just as you start to drift off, he starts snoring. Loudly.

You almost laugh but the steady rise and fall of his chest is sooo comforting and relaxing that you would’ve fell asleep even if you weren’t tired. The nightmare feels so far away now that you’re lying with him and being so close in his arms.

And despite the snoring, you fall asleep easily.

Snoozing on down time