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Tattooed!Suna Rintarou x f!Reader
Summary} Sometimes Suna gets inspirations for tattoo designs, and you just happen to be the most supportive girlfriend.
Word count} 2.5k
Warnings} NSFW!! This is straight up SMUT bro. PLEASE MOVE PAST IF YOU'RE UNDERAGED!! Swearing, thigh riding(brief), praise, teasing, so much teasing, SoftDom!Suna, cockwarming, clit spanking (like 3 times), pet names (doll, princess, baby), read at your own volition(Tell me if I miss anything)
Sometimes going out in public with your boyfriend, Suna, is tough. In every sense of the word because people tend to double take when they look at you, and then him, or vice versa. Both of his arms are covered in ink, the intricate details of the designs weave together to create art that continues under his shirt.
People take time to look at his arms and trail down to where his hands are holding onto yours. It’s like he’s holding a blank canvas. Not a single speck of ink can be seen on you and it throws them off completely. Those looks don’t faze you anymore after three years of dating.
It’s your decision to not get any tattoos. Not because there’s any reason preventing you, but it just isn’t a thought that crosses your mind. Suna more than respects your decisions because he loves you too much to push you to do something so permanent, and he thinks it’s kind of funny when people gawk. There are the occasional assholes who boldly ask intrusive questions but one sharp glare shuts them up. You’re his pretty little girlfriend whether or not you have any tattoos. Besides, he’d rather the marks he left on you are hidden in places only he knows.
“Is this one gonna tickle, Rin?” You ask him as he places his hoodie neatly on the couch cushion. A small chuckle leaves him when he looks up at you. You’re seated over his lap, thighs on both sides of his, settling yourself comfortably as his hands snake from your waist down to cup your ass. If you weren’t close before, you are now with the way he squeezes and pulls you closer.
“Oh, it definitely will, princess. Try not to squirm, ‘kay?” He whispers close to your lips, giving it a fleeting peck before his hands move up to pull at the hem of your tank top, taking it off and settling it on the hoodie. Your tits are inches from his face and he swears he can live like this forever.
“No bra?” He places a peck on his favorite beauty mark on the valley of your chest, his fingers ghosting the sides of your mounds, eliciting a soft sigh from you. You shake your head with a cheeky smile.
“We don’t have anywhere to be today so I didn’t bother.” A pierced eyebrow quirks up at your answer, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“Does that mean this is the last thing I’m pulling off later?” He slips a thumb under the hem of your pajama shorts, not reaching in far enough to where you want him. Before you can voice your complaints, that hand grips your thigh and he grinds his hip up as a warning. The movement had your core dragging against his member, only two layers away, and you immediately fell quiet, opting to twirl a piece of his hair behind his head instead.
As much as Suna would love to give you that kind of attention, he knew you both can wait.
“Sit still.” You watch him pick up a black water soluble marker and uncap it with his teeth, as his other hand was filled with your ass.
This was one of your guys’ lazy days activities. Just because you don’t have any official ink on you doesn’t mean you’re opposed to him practicing on you. It started when he was absentmindedly doodling on some napkins at his parlor.
It was a slow day and the next appointment wouldn’t be until later. As he picked up the phone to answer a customer, his other hand continued to idle, not realizing that your bare thigh was what his pen was idling on. You could’ve told him but he was so focused that you didn’t want to break the process as he talked to the caller. By the time it ended, he was proudly looking at the piece before he looked at you to ask for an opinion but then immediately started to apologize once he realized. Needless to say, you told him you didn’t mind, in fact you welcomed it whenever he gets inspiration. Since then, his sketchbooks were seldom used.
The tip of the marker touches the top of your sternum and his work begins. The first time he practiced with you topless, you were a blushing mess. Your hands constantly wanted to cover your breasts but he reassured you by giving occasional kisses, some teasing when you shift. Your comfort is his number one priority and he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t okay with. Which is how you’re sitting here with him dragging the marker lower and lower until it reaches above your belly button.
Seeing Suna so focused always gets you flustered because he carefully places his hands where they need to be to stabilize your skin. He leans closer whenever he puts in small details and you get a whiff of his cologne.
“Arms up.” He instructs and you waste no time lifting and holding them behind your head. He slightly tilts his torso to view your left side, bringing the marker to continue his work. You tense when he presses a little harder, and that small movement tells him that it tickles. He chuckles before giving you a squeeze to say “My bad”. The angle allows you to admire the works that are on his arm. You’ve seen them so many times that it’s practically a clear image in your head but you never get tired of it. The way his muscles flex when it moves, it’s almost mesmerizing.
When he’s finished with your left, he moves over to your right, making sure to pepper kisses across your chest on his way. When he sees you tapping your foot on the edge of the couch, he knows you’re getting antsy holding your arms up for so long. He gives your thigh two pats when he’s finished and you lower your arms to drape over his shoulders once again, fingers threading through his hair.
“Thatagirl..” he breathes out before capping the marker and pulling you down by the back of your neck to slot his lips against yours. You take this chance to grind your hip against his once again as he holds your head still. Your breath is heated, mind getting foggy just from him kissing you. Your hands tug at his roots and he let out a groan. Thinking you had the upper hand, your tongue tries slipping past his lips.
The hand that wasn’t holding your head moves to smack against your ass before firmly gripping it to ease the burn. The simple movement makes you moan and he shoves his tongue in your mouth to remind you who’s really in charge. Keeping his tongue playing with yours, he sits straighter up on the couch, basically making you arch your back to keep from falling. Your perky nipples brush against the fabric of his black t-shirt and you grind yourself onto him again just to feel more of him.
If Suna focuses enough, he can faintly feel you clenching through your shorts and it only gets him harder. His hands slide down to move your hips against him, making sure you feel every inch he has for you. The small mewls coming from you only encourage him further and his hands are roaming all over you like he can’t get enough.
“Off.” He wants your shorts gone, and though he hides it well, he’s just as impatient as you. Inked hands tug at his shirt to pull it over his head as you quickly slide from his lap to kick off your shorts. His smirk returns when he spots the damp patch where your bare core was before you’re back over his thighs.
“Impatient, hmm?” His hands busy themselves cupping your ass cheeks again, fingers running over your folds just to tease you before going to hold your waist. His lips are back on you, trailing from your cheeks down to your neck where he takes his time finding that spot that has you whining for him.
“Rin…please..” You moan when he thrusts up against your core and you can feel your arousal soaking into his pants.
“So cute…” He just can’t help but tease, you make the sweetest little sounds and it’s all for him. His hand goes to unzip and pull his pants down just enough for his member to spring free. It leans towards his stomach even while hard, precum wetting the tip making you gush further on his thigh. Just when you’re able to hold the base does he grip your chin and pull you closer.
“Turn around, baby.” It’s almost too easy to tell you what to do when you’re drunk off of him. You’re spinning to turn your back to his chest, hands obediently spreading yourself for him. He can’t help but bring his thumb to stroke your folds, bringing the arousal from your clenching hole to your clit, eliciting another moan from you as you move closer to where you want.
He takes hold of his member and slaps the tip against your clit, watching the way you drip onto him before dragging himself to where he needs to be. Your knees buckle when his head slips in, moaning out, “Ahh..Rintarou..” When he’s an inch or two inside, he takes hold of your waist to ease you back down, nicely fitting himself all the way in.
It nearly knocks the wind out of you every time no matter how many times you do it. You can feel him pulsing deep inside as he stills. Your hands go to hold his thighs to have some grip before you’re moving to bounce.
But Suna being Suna, he holds your hips in place, leaning towards your ear.
“I just had another idea.” You hear him uncapping the marker again and your heart sinks, pussy clenching onto him at the thought of waiting.
“Can you keep me warm, doll?” Yeah, he loves it when you’re needy for him, but it’s also extremely satisfying to tease you in this state too. You groan out a “Fine.” waiting for him to resume drawing.
He actually has no motive to draw anymore. Just seeing the pout on your face makes him want to pound into you further but he has to hold out, just to test how long he can wait.
You lean forward a little, and that action has him sinking a little deeper, making this almost impossible but you’re his good girl. He almost lets out a groan but bites it back. The marker touches your back again and you clench with every move, forgetting for a moment that he can feel it every single time. His restraint is a thread being pulled.
“...Rin…” Just when your patience is slipping, you feel the way the marker moves against your back. The same strokes, over and over again and you sit up a little.
“Fuck, Rin are you just doodling hearts?” Your question makes him abandon the marker, tossing it onto the coffee table before he’s taking hold of your throat, thrusting up to finally feel your walls. The thread finally snaps.
“Sorry, princess. Here, let me make it up to you,” he growls, taking hold of your thighs and pulling it to rest over his. He leans into the back rest, taking you to lay on his chest as he’s bringing his hips up.
His thighs prevent your legs from closing as he’s pistoling his hips faster into you. Your moans ring louder when you feel his fingers on your neglected clit. He traces circles over your bundle as you drip down his shaft.
“Such a good girl, huh?” He groans. “Bein’ so well behaved when I was drawin’ on you.” He plants kisses onto your neck, his hips not faltering when your hands grip onto his.
“Oh-fuck, keep doin’ that, baby.” He rasps when you clench at his praise, driving into you further.
“Shit, hah-can ya hear yourself?” He knows his question won’t be answered when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and whines are coming from your throat. But, he shoves two fingers into your mouth, effectively shutting you up so the room can hear the wet noises the two are making.
He should’ve known you’d wail past his fingers, sucking on them as if they were his dick. God, you’re so perfect. His other hand rubs faster against your clit when you’re clenching gets harder and harder.
“Ya close, baby?” His question is answered by a moan and our hips moving on their own to chase your high. Your grip on his hands gets tighter and he knows it’s any second now.
“Make a mess f’me, princess.” He growls into your ear and lets your hips do the work. You’re bringing yourself nearer to the edge and with Suna sending three harsh claps to your clit, you let go.
He holds you as you’re shaking from your high. Giving you a few seconds to come down, but as stated before, he’s impatient.
“R-Rin, wait-ahh-I’m not-” You’re whining as he’s thrusting up again, thighs not letting you close your legs as he’s drilling deeper. A few more pushes and he stills himself, hands gripping onto you as he’s filling you. The warmth spreads inside you as he gives a final thrust, holding onto you to calm down.
“Fuck.” You turn back to kiss him and he’s gently returning it. The two of you sit there for a while, needing to breathe and you’re looking down to admire the drawings he did earlier.
“I like these ones..” You point to the valley of your chest to show him and he looks over your shoulder.
“That one reminded me of you actually.” He mumbles against your skin, fingers tracing the details he did.
“Maybe one of these days I’ll ask you to do it permanently.”
“Anything for my girl.” His lips press kisses onto your clavicle, giving it a gentle suck. Your light chirp response was enough to get him going again.
“Rin.” You slowly feel him hardening inside you again, turning to look at him just to see him smirking back.
“Gotta clean my girl up right? Start the shower, I’ll be right in.” He slaps your butt once more and you’re eager to race to the bathroom, making sure none of his seed drips down your legs on the way. He’s taking his time discarding his pants to follow you.
Suna Rintarou is covered in tattoos of his and your own choosing, and you’re his pretty little girlfriend who has yet to get one. He’s too whipped and in love with you to care whether or not you have any. Sure, he’d sometimes imagine what kind of ink would suit you, but when he’s greeted with the sight of you all bare, he finds you sexy nonetheless and in those moments, he just feels like he’s the luckiest man in the world.
A/N: Congratulations on making it through this messy one shot. I literally have not written s-m-u-t in so long this felt illegal. But something happened and I was outside of my body watching my write this because tattooed Sunarin was on my brain. Anyway I'm sort of back? I hope to write more in the future.
I just want to thank you for supporting this SMAU! I've said it before and I'll say it again, this is my first SMAU series that I've ever done. I never really expected it to get as much traction as it did, I really only wrote it for my own enjoyment. Thank you to those who stuck by it til the end, I hope it wasn't disappointing lol
Thank you for all the comments that everyone left on the chapters, they were very funny and I enjoyed reading them. Also, thank you for all the anonymous messages that praised the series! It really kept me coming back to this blog since school has been take a toll lately.
It'll be really weird not posting twice a week, but but I have other stuff in the works for the future! I hope that they will be as good as this series, so please look forward to them!
Katsuki was pacing back and forth in his living room after he read the last text you sent.
What kind of news do you mean? Good news? Bad news? Fuck, were you planning to tell him you’re staying there permanently? His hands have been clammy ever since and he thought to ask you but he decided against it in case you were busy finalizing anything before leaving.
“Katsuki, settle down. (Y/n)’s gonna get here when they get here, Honey.” his mom’s voice called out from where she was sitting on the couch. He gave a small huff before plopping down right next to her. Though she seemed calm on the outside, Katsuki could see the slight bouncing of her leg as she was reading the newspaper.
Mitsuki Bakugou wasn’t stupid, she could tell something happened between the two of you. Her son has been calmer in the past two years than he ever has in his life. She’s noticed how he always casts a glance at his phone, a sparkle erupting from his eyes when he reads a message from you. She wanted to ask about it but chose not to because watching her son fumble while typing was kind of endearing.
Though she didn’t talk to Katsuki about it, she did gossip with Masaru when the two were in their shared bed for the night.
“Our Katsuki has grown up a lot, hasn’t he?” she sighed, glancing over at her husband. He let out a chuckle, removing his glasses and resting it on the bedside table.
“He sure has, I know you’ve been enjoying seeing him all flustered, but imagine what he’s going to be like when (Y/n) does come back.” and the two started giggling with each other.
“Oh lord, I hope we get a video of it. (Y/n)’s done a number on him, haven’t they.” She agreed.
“Dude what does (Y/n) mean by ‘news’?? Do they not know how rude it is to just leave someone on a cliff hanger like that?! And then we have to wait a whole day to find out the answer?! This is a sick game.” Denki whined from the other couch across from them. Him and the rest of the group were in his house just waiting around.
“You know what can get your mind off of it?” Mitsuki laughed, looking up from the papers in her hand. Denki looked at her with hope dancing his eyes. “You kids can go do your jobs as heroes.” she stated and the way Denki’s face dropped at her answer made her stand up with a chuckle.
“Honestly, their flight is 10 hours. Instead of waiting in my house and torturing yourselves, go and find some criminals and stop eating my food!” she exclaimed before making her way to the kitchen.
“That’s cold Mrs. Katsuki’s Mom! But I mean if the city really needs me or whatever I guess I’ll go.” Denki playfully rolled his eyes before getting off the sofa. The rest of them followed suit and before they could make their way towards the door, “Yeah yeah, here are some snacks for the road! Be safe!” they all took the cookies from her hands and waved thanks before leaving.
It was an excruciating 10 hours, not only for Katsuki with the waiting around while he got bored fighting criminals, but also for you, who’s ass was feeling numb due to sitting for so long. The little ‘ding dong’ from the pilot’s intercom rang.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we have at last reached our destination here at Air Japan, we now ask that you put on your seat belts and give us a few moments to get everyone landed safely.” and with that, the sound of everyone’s seat belts clicked into place as the plane began its descent.
“Welcome to Tokyo International Airport, our flight attendants will help with carry-ons, all luggage can be found at baggage claim on the lower floor, thank you for flying with Air Japan.” and everyone was bumbling to get their stuff to get off the plane.
It wasn’t until you were walking through the exit tunnel that your heart started palpitating, you could feel it in your palms as you were gripping your bag. The deep breath that filled your lungs did little to help with the nervousness in your steps as you got closer to the entrance.
What am I so worried about? I saw these guys on Katsuki’s birthday when they all flew over. Why am I nervous to see them all again now?
You made your way down a level to get the large suitcase that arrived separately before looking around for your large group of friends. You thought you should call one of them but then a flash of blond hair caught your eye.
Through the other side of the glass wall was Katsuki, just Katsuki, staring back at you with a faint smile resting on his face. You took another deep breath before making your way towards him, but you barely got three steps outside before he threw himself onto you. His arms wrapped itself around you, pulling you into his embrace. His nose took in your scent as if it was the one thing keeping him from falling.
“You’re here, finally.” he grumbled into your hair and that was all it took for you to wrap your arms around him too. The two of you stood there for a good minute, arms not wanting to let the other go. He reluctantly did when the sound of a honking taxi ruined the moment.
“It’s good to be back..” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and the next inhale you took in was filled with his intoxicating cologne.
“Come on, you must be tired, let’s get you back home.” he brought you to his car and when the passenger’s door was open, there was a gift bag resting on the seat. You made eye contact with him as he went around to the driver’s side.
“It was supposed to be the gift for you when you left. I told you I’d keep it until you came back.” he smirked before you both settled into the car. He motioned for you to take the gift out and you took no time reaching in.
The soft fabric made contact with your fingertips before you pulled it out. In your hands rested a vermilion knitted scarf. On both ends of it were embroidered the explosion flares that matched the ones on the back of his hero mask. You couldn’t help the grin that came to your face when you saw it.
“You did this?” and you knew the answer before that question left your mouth.
“Yeah…it took a bit longer than I’d like to admit. I wanted you to have it since Canada tends to be colder than here. It killed me when I couldn’t give it to you before you left.” he explained before starting the car.
“Well, lucky I came back when it’s starting to get cold again huh?” The smile you sent him eased his worries as the car started taking off.
The two of you were silent for a few minutes, only the soft music playing was heard.
“So- where is everyone else? From your messages I thought everyone was coming?” you broke the silence.
“Oh, they figured you’d be exhausted from the new time adjustment so they’ll let you rest until tomorrow,” he answered.
“By the way, Izuku thought since I was the one picking you up, that you should stay with us? We have your guest bedroom all set up if you’re okay with it..” he added, his eyes not wanting to meet yours in case you rejected the offer.
“That sounds good. I really need to sleep in a familiar place tonight.” you didn’t know how tired you were until a yawn escaped you, and the soft music wasn’t helping at keeping you awake. Before you knew it, you were passed out in Katsuki’s car to the feeling of his steady driving and the passing road signs.
When he parked, Katsuki knew he had to be gentle, let you get as much rest as you could. He went over to the passenger’s side and hooked his arms under you to carry you out. His dad opened the front door for him (he heard the car pull in and the driver’s doors shutting) and went to help bring your stuff inside.
Katsuki brought you to the guest room and settled you down on the bed. Your unconscious self immediately wiggled further into the soft pillows as soon as he draped the blankets over you. Masaru left your bags on the floor at the end of the bed for you and the two left you alone to rest for the night.
When the next morning came around, you were disturbed from your sleep by the sound of loud yelling from the other side of the guest door.
“-Come on! It’s 1 in the afternoon! They’ve been asleep for 14 hours straight! I wanna see them!” that was Denki’s voice.
“Okay, just for that, you’ll be the last to see them. Leave my house.” Katsuki’s voice rang out. Denki laughed at his stern voice knowing he wasn’t serious. You mustered up the energy to get up, taking a moment to stretch, and going to open the door.
“(Y/N)!” Denki yelled before glomping you into a hug. You hugged back before meeting eyes with the rest of the group. Izuku was the next one to be hugged.
“I’m glad you got back alright.” Shinsou grinned before going in for his hug. One by one, everyone else got a hug too and they all let you freshen up before you met them all downstairs, meeting Mitsuki and Masaru’s hugs on the way.
“So! What’s the big news that you wanted to tell us? I’ve been on the edge all day.” Denki asks as soon as you sit down in between Shoto and Katsuki on the big couch.
“Well, I got promoted at my firm! They want me to supervise the junior designers!” you exclaimed, but the grin on your face slowly disappeared when their faces didn’t show any excitement as you’d hoped. Bakugou could feel his heart steeling up to hear you say what he dreaded.
“Does that mean…you’ll be there permanently?” Shoto asked, the frown on his face only making his puppy eyes more heartbreaking.
“That’s the best part! They’re transferring me to their newest branch right here in Japan! I’m staying here!” and that was when they roared to life with cheers. Bakugou felt his heart settle down with joy.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU START WITH THAT! I WAS ABOUT TO CRY!” Izuku yelled from his seat. And for the next several hours, you all spent the time talking to each other about everything that’s happened in the past two years. Katsuki couldn’t get the smile off his face, not that he wanted to in the first place.
When the evening came, you all separated ways, making sure to make plans to hang out soon to make up for lost time.
“Want to take a walk with me?” Katsuki asked, his hand holding the scarf he made you. You nodded before going to put on your shoes. He gently wrapped the scarf around your neck before you two went to take in the November air.
The sound of wind whistling through the autumn leaves accompanied you two for a few minutes.
“Hey, do you mind if I read you something? I don’t think there’s a better time than now…” he trailed off, fumbling with something from his pocket. You nodded, watching him pull out a small envelope with a card inside, and you swore you could hear him taking deep breaths to calm himself.
“Racking my brain for many days and many nights,
For the right words to describe the way you make me feel.
Like the fireplace warmth on a cold winter night,
Like the first bite of food after starving for a meal,
Like discovering a new bloom
On a long lasting plant.
If I don’t say it now,
I might lose the chance.
(Y/n), I’m in love with you,
I’ll say it a million times over if I must,
I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes,
For me to gain back your trust.”
His voice wavered as he read over what he wrote for you two years ago. And the two of you stopped walking as he finished. His stomach was on fire and it shows through the heavy blush on his face (He blames the cold weather).
“Did you write that?” you asked, not looking over to him, your breathing was stilled, not wanting to believe your ears.
“I did. I meant to give it to you with the scarf.” he cast his eyes down at his shoes. He prayed to anything that was holy that you still had some feelings for him, that he still had a chance to make it right, that he hadn’t lost you.
“Do you mean it?” your voice was so quiet, he almost missed the question.
“Every word.” was his immediate answer.
He was done being stupid. He was done denying his feelings for you. He was done with his massive ego that almost cost your friendship.
“(Y/n), if you don’t feel the same way for me anymore, I completely understand. I royally messed up and I hurt you. But if some part of you still feels the same way, please give me the chance to show you how much you mean to me.” he stumbled and walked to stand in front of you. His movement had you looking up and making contact with his red eyes that had determination written all over.
“I just, don’t want to risk getting hurt again if this is a spur of the moment thing.” you explained to him and he was quick to shake his head.
“No, I promise you I’d sooner allow Shinsou to use his quirk on me than to ever hurt you again. It’s not a spur of the moment, I’ve waited two years for you and I’ll wait even more if you need time.” His eyes were begging you to believe him, and you’d never seen him like this before.
It tugged at your heartstrings, it nipped at your fingertips, it engulfed you whole; how much you loved him.
“One date.” you held up a finger to him to indicate your point. And his eyes lit up. His heartbeat raced.
“One date. Okay, okay good, great. Thank you!” he nodded and before he knew it, he planted a kiss on your cheek when he came in for a hug. It took the both of you by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome, indicated by the blushes on your cheeks.
Although he didn’t have a day in mind yet, Katsuki was planning to make you feel special whenever the day may be, and all the days after that. Yes, Shoto has called him whipped at least 6 times already, but he didn’t care (because, yes, he is.) There’s not a chance in hell he’s messing this up, he’s completely and hopelessly enamored of you, it’s about time he expressed it don’t you think?
Fun Fact: Airport security had to chase after Katsuki because he was running like a madman through the terminals, he looked suspicious until they realized what he was doing.
OMG THE LATEST CHAPTER HAS ME IN SHAMBLES. Baku you waiting for reader is actually really cute 🥺 YOU’RE WRITING IS ALWAYS SO GOOD!! HOW MUCH MONEY TO REALSE THE NEXT CHAPTER EARLY?! LMAO JK unless 👀👀
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW STRESSED OUT I AM ABOUT HOW YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HANDLE THE ENDING :') BUT THANK YOU FOR LIKING IT <3
"How much money to release the next chapters early" BABE I would've released the entire SMAU the moment I posted the masterlist from chapter 1 but there has to be some structure or the world will fall into chaos. I guess you'll just have to wait :)
You looked down at Katsuki who was sitting in a chair, slumped over in his sleep. His hand was holding onto yours as tight as he could while unconscious. He could’ve held it any way and instead he chose to lace his fingers through yours, and his other hand covering both hands overall. His thumb was covering your own as if your fingers needed protection from anything.
Even though it’s been a rollercoaster of a couple months, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the way he was softly snoring. And immediately feeling stupid at how you could still feel butterflies for him after all this time.
Gently, you tried to take his hands from yours without waking him up, but alas he immediately stirred and sat up. The moment his drowsiness went away, his eyes widened before standing up, not noting how he was still holding your hands.
“(Y/n)! Are you okay? How long have you been up?” he bombarded you, his eyes darted around to see if anything was amiss.
“I’m fine. My shoulder hurts like a bitch but it’ll heal. Are you okay?” you replied, looking at him over to see if he opened up any wounds from the gauntlet incident.
“Last I remember you jumped in front of the spikes and then I passed out, what happened?” you continued, trying to further sit up without straining the shoulder that got injured.
“Aizawa-sensei got there in time, I’m okay…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you.
“And Fumi?”
“She’s in jail now, she won’t hurt you or anyone anymore.”
And the two of you were silent for a while, not knowing what else to say. The tension was incredibly thick and you feared that if you moved even a centimeter the floor would open up and swallow you whole, hospital bed and all.
“(Y/n), I think we’re due for a talk…” he finally spoke, having sat back down in the chair but that did nothing to alleviate both of your nervousness. Although you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach, you also couldn’t help the scoff that left your throat. A feeling of irritation crawled up your spine at his statement and you turned towards the window to prevent getting even more upset.
“You wanna talk? Now? Now that I’m here and injured by her? The girl you were so sure can do nothing wrong ever? Now that she proved you wrong you want me to hear you out, are you kidding me Katsuki?” the way your voice wavered while asking him those rhetorical questions, you had to grip the blanket tight in order to maintain whatever strength you had left.
“I know I don’t deserve it. There are a lot, and I mean a lot, of things I don’t deserve. Number one on that list is you. You could beat me with a bat until I’m black and blue and I would accept it because it’s nothing compared to what I put you through. And I hate that your kindness is the thing stopping you from doing that. But (Y/n), please…” he choked before clearing his throat, “Please let me apologize.” he finished and though you couldn’t see it, his head was bowed down, tears threatening to break the surface.
You could feel his hands getting warmer due to his emotions, and even though it would seem like a bad thing, you felt safe, and you hate it. You hate that you couldn’t control the sigh of defeat that left you, hate that your shoulders dropped, hate that your walls opened a crack to hear what he has to say.
“Start talking before I regret it.” was all that came out. It was enough for Katsuki to let out a breath of relief before his hands held yours tighter than before.
“I’m so, so sorry, (Y/n). It’s long overdue but I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to treat you the way that I did, and you have every right to be pissed off at me now and forever if you must. I’m sorry for taking you for granted for so long, you were one of the people who stuck by me through my horrible personality and I cannot be more blessed to know someone like you. I’m sorry for not believing you and taking Fumi’s side, and that I put you in harm’s way through her. I’m so sorry that your paths crossed with mine and that I put you through so much pain before I realized how much I hurt you.” he breathed out, his forehead resting on your held hands and he let his tears fall. His heart was clenching on itself with regret.
How could he let anything hurt you? Why wouldn’t he see how much damage he was doing? How could he hurt you? The guilt was eating him alive but he knew he had more to say.
“Also, I’m so sorry for everything I said about you not having a quirk. It was the worst imaginable thing that I said and I absolutely deserved Izuku going off on me. But you should know, you’re so brilliant, with or without a quirk. I’m so grateful that I attended a school where you are part of our gear development.”
“I know it’s going to take a while to gain back your trust, and I know I don’t deserve a crumb of it, but I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to earn it back. Please allow me to prove how much you mean to me…” he let out a final breath before looking up at you. Your eyes were staring back at him. His heart was racing from not knowing what you were thinking, your eyes bore into his with such intensity and uncertainty that he fully expected to be shut down right then and there. He steeled himself, waiting for you to tell him to get the hell out and never speak to you again. But it never came.
“You better do a good fucking job, Katsuki.”
It was the first time he heard you swear and he really shouldn’t have felt so relieved that you decided to give him another chance. That was all he needed to leap up and envelope you in a hug, careful not to put pressure on your injury. His heart was soaring, thumping so loudly against his chest he thought he would pass out. During the moments when he got up to hug you, all the possibilities ran through his head at how he’ll show you that you mean everything to him, he was going to hold this last chance to his heart and never let go. He was going to prove to you how much you mean to him. He was so excited at this last chance that he didn’t note the way you hesitated to hug him back.
Because he didn’t need to know.
He didn’t need to know about the overseas internship.
He didn’t need to know that you already made up your mind about leaving.
He didn’t need to know that this is the last month he has left with you.
Katsuki got to the front of the campus just in time to see (Y/n) walking back to the gates. His heart sped up along with his footsteps. That’s when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He was going to ignore it but seeing as it kept on buzzing made him stop to reach in and check who was trying to talk to him.
His eyes scanned through Midoriya’s texts in a panic after he read the first line and as he finished the last message, he looked back up to see you wandering back towards the dorms. A rush of relief flooded through his body knowing that he knew where you were, and hopefully will give him a chance to talk. But that relief was brief, rushing through him as quickly as it came, when he saw who was slinking several feet behind you. He sent the reply messages to Midoriya before he was sprinting towards the front gates, towards you.
“HEY! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, ignoring the spiking pain that was returning from his injury. You heard him clear as day, taking your eyes off of the night sky and finding where his voice was coming from. Just as your eyes adjusted to the shadows where his figure was emerging from, a hand gripped itself on your shoulder.
You immediately whipped around to defend yourself and before you could register who it was, the person threw a hard punch across your face. The wind was knocked out of you as you fell to the ground.
“FUCK! (Y/N)!” his footsteps were getting louder, the panic was clear as day in his voice. You were unable to collect yourself quick enough because whoever it was yanked you by your shirt collar and pulled you up. Your eyes widened in shock when Fumi’s face came into view. Before you knew it, one of her hands balled into a fist against your throat while the other held itself against your side. She activated her quirk and spikes came growing out from the knuckles. She shot a couple of them in the air, making them hover around you as she watched Katsuki get closer to finally take a stance in front of her.
“Well, well. Hi Katsu.” she giggled, as if she wasn’t holding someone hostage right now.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Fumi?” he asked, his voice seething with anger.
“Oh, this? This is nothing, don’t concern yourself with them.” she waved off his question. You could feel the spikes on her knuckles digging itself into your neck. You were scared to breathe.
“Let them go.” Katsuki growled under his breath. His glare held a fire that you could feel scared her because her hand faltered a little. She covered it up by bringing a floating spike closer to your face with a tilt of her head.
“Or what? You’re gonna hurt me? Are you sure you want to get any closer? Because I could just,” she taunted and you immediately let out a choked scream at the feel of her spike breaking the skin at your side, “do that.” It was digging deeper into you as she stared him down, daring him to take another step.
Katsuki let out a wavering breath at the sight of your tear stricken face before he backed up just a little.
“Fine, FINE.” He grumbled, hoping Fumi would ease up on you, and she did. He watched the tiny blood spots start to seep through your shirt from the wound.
“You probably already know this, but I’m the bad guy, surprise!” Fumi cackled at her little joke.
“What do you-want-with us?” You struggled to ask, trying to take in breaths to prevent passing out.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” she sighed in amusement, but her hold never let up. “Obviously, you guys know the League of Villains failed to recruit Katsuki the first time they captured him. And that caused a real messy situation for us. But, imagine our surprise when we find out about little (Y/n) here.” she nudged you a little, the spikes prodded at your neck once again, making you whimper.
“What do you care-about me? What could you possibly-want-with someone-quirkless?” you breathed out, trying to stall some time to figure out how to slip from her clutch.
“Exactly what my thoughts were when they brought it up. ‘What the hell would we want with a quirkless thing like you?’ No real powers to protect yourself. Nothing to help you get out of a situation just-like-this. Absolutely useless.” her hand gripped you tighter to prove her point.
You could feel your eyes misting at her words. You thought that, from hearing people call you useless after all these years, you’d hold yourself stronger, but this was truly a breaking point.
This was the reality that they were talking about. Being held at stab point, the fear runs through you knowing that you couldn’t protect yourself (or Katsuki if she were to pull something). It made you tear up knowing that this was what Katsuki was talking about, his words repeating itself in your head, “Useless” over and over.
Standing across from you, Katsuki knew exactly what you were thinking as he watched your tears fall once again. The amount of guilt that coursed through him at the recollection of what he’s said to you for years. Watching you right now, he wanted so badly to apologize, to do anything to make it right. His heart was beating loudly through his chest, trying to figure out how to get you out of this mess.
“But then! Then! They told me you got a little bit of skill in gear making.” Fumi continued. “Suddenly you’re not so useless! Can you imagine all the gear that you can make for us? We only have the skin on our backs to protect us, but you! You! You can be of use to us!” she let out a laugh before looking down at you.
“Just think…you’ll have so many fun little gadgets to play around with while you work for us. Rest assured, you wouldn’t be bored at all, trust me.” she spoke. You scoffed.
“Trust-you? You? The person holding me hostage right now, really?” you spat out. That didn’t make her happy, she pushed her knuckle to your neck as a warning, making you squeak out, hands clawing at hers to make them loosen just a little.
“Careful. They said if I can’t convince you to come willingly, I can use force.” Fumi growled and you stilled, feeling the spikes press into you once again.
“Like hell I’d let you get past those gates with them.” Katsuki spoke up. His hands were balled into fists as he watched her threaten you.
“Oh, honey. You’re mistaken. I’m not leaving without them.” she shot back before sending a spike flying at him. Katsuki was so angry that he was able to swiftly grab the spike from mid-air and snap it with a clench of his fist. The only thing he could focus on was getting you out of this psycho’s grasp and nothing was going to get in his way. He still didn’t have a plan but you sure did.
In an instant, your elbow came up and back down against Fumi’s side. It surprised her enough to let go of you. You quickly jumped out of the way. That provided Katsuki a window to launch himself at her and knock her down. She was struggling to get him off of her but he grabbed her arms and flipped her so that she was on her stomach.
“Katsuki!” came your voice, he quickly looked up to see if you were hurt only to see a spike flying right at you.
“(Y/N)!” He immediately hopped off of her to run at you. He wasn’t quick enough to prevent Fumi’s spike from piercing below your left collarbone, but was quick enough to catch you when it forced you backwards.
“FUCK!” Fumi screamed out as she was getting back on her feet. The spikes on her knuckles grew larger and she was charging towards you both. Katsuki’s arms held you closer, tighter, as he shielded you from whatever was about to come. ‘Not again. Not ever again.’ was his train of thought.
But nothing came. The spikes retracted themselves from her hands and the ones in the air dropped to the ground. He looked back at the dorms and saw Aizawa standing there with his scarf hovering around him. The red shine from his eyes let Katsuki know that his quirk was stopping Fumi from doing any further damage.
A sigh of relief was left out before he ducked in time for Shinsou Hitoshi to leap over you two and tackle Fumi back to the ground. Todoroki helped him bind her hands. The next few minutes were chaotic, with Fumi screaming on the ground trying to get out, the police sirens surrounding the campus, Izuku freaking out about you and trying to explain the situation to All Might who also showed up, half your your friends crying at what they just saw while the other half tried to console them.
Katsuki said nothing as he looked down at you, who passed out due to the shock and adrenaline. He held onto you the whole ride in the ambulance and at the hospital, only leaving for the doctors to help you, and then immediately returning to your side. He prayed that when you woke up, you’d allow him to talk to you, please let him talk to you.
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I just want to let you know my fiance told me I was talking in my sleep (very normal occurrence for me) but apparently I was trying to fight katsuki in my dream.... and I know damn well it's because you got me all the way fucked up over this BOOM BOOM BITCH BOY
THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS
YOU'RE LYYINGG OMFG, I never really expected the series to cause such reactions LMAO, I love this so much!
THANK YOU FOR LIKING IT SO MUCH!
this is lowkey my favorite ask ever i hope you dont mind me answering it publicly <3
In "Incognito Mode" chat, who's POV is it? I'm a bit confused.
It is Mina's POV! I'm so sorry i couldn't clarify it any better. I got half way through making the series and thought I should've made it Kirishima's POV but I was already too far in :')
BUT! It's still not a problem because we love our queen Mina Ashido <3
